Darling Daughter #2 is off at the Naval Academy, Plebe summer is underway. She was a bundle of nervous energy, excitement warring with nerves as she crossed the concrete expanse that would separate her from us until August. I know, I know...she's grown and off on her own life adventures, but honestly, all I could think of as I watched her go was how she still was my little girl. I've a touch of melancholy. I'm bursting with pride. I'm ... missing her.
She treated me to my first pedicure during her visit. Oh! What fun that was. I'm sure I'll want to go again now that I've experienced that wonderfulness. We also ordered in, watched Lost, and simply sat quietly, commenting here and there. She's a lot like me in that she enjoys solitude and quiet. The boys all went camping, so we had the weekend to ourselves. Darling Daughter #1 came by Friday night - and took me for drinks! We had so much fun. It's rare that I get to spend such alone time with my girls and I drank in every minute.
Claudia Lefeve tagged me in her Lucky Seven post, so below I'll offer something from my current WIP. Here's the rules: (although my selection goes a bit beyond what is required)
Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
Go to line 7
Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences exactly as they are
Tag 7 other authors
Page 7, A Practical Arrangement (Tentative Title) © Nadja Notariani, 2012
Jonathan exchanged pleasantries with mother and auburn haired daughter leaving Thomas directly under the steady gaze of Miss Grey. The very steady gaze.
'It has been quite some time, Miss Grey,' Thomas addressed her, ending the silent stand off. 'I trust you are well.'
Those brown eyes regarded him curiously a long moment.
'Quite,' she made her reply, adding nothing more.
Thomas studied the plain Miss Grey, weighing how best to proceed. Ramrod straight spine, shoulders squared smartly, head high, the woman projected a confident air. At least most would coddle such nonsense. Thomas pegged it as uptight, inhibited. Intriguing perhaps.
'Are you active in Mrs. Castille's bid to clothe the needy?'
Again, that assessing gaze pinned him to the fringes of awkwardness. Her eyes brightened ever so slightly then.
'Yes, I am. I do hope you will consider doing your part. Outfitting the farmer's children will greatly ease the burden on their families and make their work more bearable during the cold winter.'
It was the most Thomas had ever heard her speak at once. Of course, a few years had passed since he'd spoken with her at all.
'Your hope is not in vain, Miss Grey. I shall aid your worthy cause just to please you.' Thomas flashed his most charming grin at the small creature before him, confident of receiving a flirtatious smile in return.
Dash it all! No smile seemed forthcoming.
'Mr. Masterson, think not of pleasing me nor any other. It is our duty to help others less fortunate than ourselves without thought of reward.'
Plain Evangeline Grey did not make it easy to keep things lighthearted, he mused.
'Yes. Of course you are correct. Now, if you will excuse me, Miss Grey, I must seek my aunt.'
'Oh, certainly! Give my regards to Mrs. Platte.'
Was that a smile that kissed the corners of her mouth?
'It was pleasant to speak with you. Good evening.'
With that, Miss Grey turned to seek her sister and Thomas found himself dismissed. How it had come about remained a muddle. Hadn't he, Thomas Masterson, sought to escape what proved a tiresome conversation? Yet here he stood, staring after an empty spot, vacated without a backward glance - or even a pause for him to make his reply.
I'm not much for tagging...so I'll invite any interested to join in! Happy Writing.