| Subject: Price of Happiness |
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Nessa
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Date Posted: 07:34:17 06/28/01 Thu
It seemed the world that had so rapidly embraced her, was coming apart slowly at the seams. Oddly this did not surprise Nessa. It fit right in with her innate belief that the Du'Monts must pay for old Cyrus cheating the devil. Gaston seemed to have lost that new spring in his step as he brought her the two missives wrapped with bright ribbons. She was at the beach house with Aldrea. The young ones, Lizzy and Abby, playing in the shifting surf as she an Aldrea took tea on the verandah, Lena not far away should they need something. She read each one in turn, one asking for forgiveness, the other trust. Rusted hues looked long out over the rolling waves as she finished the last one from Becca. She had come to love these two women. The trust Becca asked for easily given, she knew there were many things the girl had yet to learn about herself. Her heart went with her and the hope that she would find an allusive past, perhaps a past that might even bring her great happiness. Cricket...Cricket tore at her heart. Was she losing the only women that had ever really seemed to know her? That had so openly taken a mere slip of a girl and given her courage to face the things that she held so tightly out of fear in her heart?
She waved Gaston away, she had no power to answer these missive at the moment, so great was the pain in her heart. Becca she would welcome back with loving arms when she returned from whatever it was that drew her away. Cricket...Cricket she would go to, let her know that no space of land could ever dampen what was between them, and that the suite of rooms she had made her own at the villa would always from this day forward remain hers, no other could ever occupy them or Nessa's heart as she had done.
Lena refreshed the tea Aldrea and Nessa sipped, Nessa catching the worried glance of Aldrea as Lena quietly placed the pitcher near and went to chase the young ones closer inland. Though her heart was heavy with the words she had read, she smiled, delicate hands roaming over her swollen belly assuring Aldrea again the pain in her left side, that now seemed to be inching around to the small of her back, was common to pregnant women. She hoped Aldrea could not hear the doubt in her own words, nor read the fear in her rusty pools that something was not quite right. Perhaps if the pain didn't ease by the dark of eve she would send Shard for Burgoo...Perhaps...
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