Cutler 2 - Secrets of the Morning by V.C. Andrews

Author:V.C. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0-671-69513-4
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 1991-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

The time that Michael and I had left together flew by more quickly than I wanted. When the morning of the final day came, I was reluctant to open my eyes to face it. Trisha and I had planned it all out. I was to take a cab to the bus station and meet her when she came off the bus from home. Then we would take a taxi back to the apartment house together so that Agnes would believe I had been with Trisha the entire vacation.

After I dressed and packed, I stood with my suitcase and gazed sadly around Michael's apartment. The rays of bright sunlight on a clear, crisp day came pouring through the windows, lighting up our little Christmas tree, making the glitter sparkle, the ferns almost kelly green. Even the holiday wrapping paper around the pile of gifts glittered in the pool of warm light.

"It's been wonderful," Michael told me at the door. "Every single moment. But don't think of it as an end," he chastised as my eyes filled with tears at our parting. "Think of it as just the beginning." He kissed me and pressed me to him. My throat was so choked up, I couldn't speak.

"Now get some rest, my little diva," he warned. "We have a great deal of work to do as soon as school resumes."

"I will. I love you, Michael," I whispered. His eyes twinkled with joy and we parted.

I was early at the station, so I sat on a bench and read a magazine until Trisha's bus arrived. She came bouncing down the steps of the bus, her long red scarf floating over her shoulders.

"Tell me everything," she cried after we hugged. "What did you do? Where did you go? I bet he took you to fancy restaurants and shows every day."

"No, we stayed in most of the time," I said and described how I had prepared Thanksgiving dinner. She looked very disappointed until I showed her my locket.

"It's beautiful," she said, eyeing it enviously. "And it's so nice of him to have had something musical put in it. What are those notes?"

"Oh," I said, realizing she might know Michael's song, "just notes. Nothing special."

We found a cab outside the station and continued talking about our holiday until we arrived at the apartment house. Trisha wanted me to know everything she had done so I wouldn't be caught in any contradictions.

"If Agnes asks," Trisha said, "we had ten people for Thanksgiving dinner and we had duck as well as turkey."

"It sounds like it was a wonderful dinner," I said.

Now it was my turn to be envious, to be envious of a happy, loving family gathered around a dinner table on the holidays.

We were surprised to find Agnes standing in the corridor at the foot of the stairway when we entered. Obviously, she had been expecting us and had taken her position as soon as she heard us arrive, but one look at her face put a chill in my heart.

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