Monday, October 29, 2012

Ch136 He Can Do This

“Victor!” Peter shouted and took off like a shot, dropping his basket and scattering a few Brandywine tomatoes  on the grass. 

Violet visibly stiffened at the name, but kept her head down and continued instructing the children on how to know when corn is ripe enough to be picked. Of course, they also left, one by one, to greet Victor, most with just as much enthusiasm as Peter, others with less urgency, but all with brilliant smiles on their faces. 

Even the oldest kids slipped away, although they, at least, gave apologetic smiles and said, “We’ll be right back, Miss Violet.”

Violet was soon left with only Carmencita by her side, who didn’t know what all the fuss was about. She preferred pulling out yellow turnips--or rather trying to-- and putting them in Violet's basket.  

Peter jumped up into Victor’s arms and hugged his neck.

“How’s my good boy?” Victor said, rubbing his little back as he held on tightly.

“I missed you. Why dintcha come before?”

“Oh, Peter, I’m sorry, but I’ve been busy.”

“Didcha marry Violet yet?” Peter asked, his face scrunched up in an adorably grumpy expression.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Ch135 Damage Control

“I’m gonna kill him!” Richard snarled.

“Stand in line. There won’t be much left after I’m done with him,” Heidi said, as she stared down at Violet who still remained on the floor hugging her knees and weeping into them. “You stay with her. Try to calm her, but if you can’t, suggest to her that she call her brother. He may be the only one to get her off the ledge, as you well know.”

Richard stared at her frowning. “And how do you know all that?” he asked.

She smiled slightly. “You weren’t the first ghost haunting her, Dear. I’ve gotten to know her—and you for that matter-- a long time before you even died. We can talk about that later. For now, Violet is our main concern.”

With that said, she drifted down through the floor and she was gone. 

Monday, October 15, 2012

Ch134 Crazy Like Mom

“We need to make plans,” Violet said, carefully placing a dress on a hanger and then storing it in her newly emptied closet.

Victor’s heart skipped a beat. “I agree,” he said, with infinite effort to remain calm. “I was thinking of a June wedding, perhaps at Weston Botanical Gardens. I’m sure Walter would deny me nothing after the last donation I made, but I really don’t want to wait that long.”

“What in the world…Victor,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I meant for the labor day party, you big goof!”

Monday, October 8, 2012

Ch133 Don't Give Up on Me

“Well, this is the last of it. Got any hangers? I’ll help you put everything away.”

Violet stared at Victor as he dropped the last of the luggage onto the bed and opened the biggest one revealing her new dresses.

“I wasn’t kidding, Victor,” she said. “I don’t have room for all this.”

“Then we just need to cull the closet of stuff you no longer wear,” he said going toward the closet.  “According to my mother, every woman has tons of clothes she no longer wears, so...she used to do it every year or so and gave loads of stuff to the Salvation Army or Good Will. Made her feel good.”

“I don’t want to get rid of anything,” she said, standing in front of the closet, arms outstretched, preventing him from getting anywhere near it.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Ch132: Dreaming

Kitty photo courtesy of Julie Helms at Wooly Acres
Violet suppressed a yawn, or rather she tried to.

Victor, witnessing this, stood up from his comfortable lounge chair setting aside his book and held his hand to her. 

“Time for all sleepy girls to go nighty-night and start dreaming,” he said. "Hopefully about me."

Violet giggled. “Okay,” she said, closing over her book and placing it on the coffee table beside his.

Hand in hand they went up the curving staircase and at the first door they stopped. Victor smiled and embraced her.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come live with me. It's wonderful to have you so close all the time almost like we're married. It just makes sense,” he said, caressing her cheek. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. When he went to pull back she wrapped her arms around him, keeping him there.