My last memory of John is very clear. I was seven at the time, and
he was fourteen. I recall a lanky boy with brown hair and dark eyes
kneeling down beside me. He gave me a great big hug and whispered,
"Now don't cry, my little Angel. I have to go, but I'll be back
soon. I promise." Then John looked me in the eye and smiled, but
his eyes looked sad. He stood to leave, and I just watched him with
scared green eyes. I didn't know why he was leaving, but I was
scared. And John could tell. "Catherine! Hey Catherine!" I was
walking out of the schoolhouse, heading home, when I saw my best
guy friend Charles Walkeman running towards me. "Hello Catherine!"
He said breathlessly, as if he had been running for a long time.
"I-I got Father to agree to let you come over to our home. Does
that sound like a deal?" I smiled pleasantly. I've never met
Charles' parents before, but I was willing to try it out.
"Marvelous! That's simply marvelous!" I replied happily. "See you
tomorrow night, Charles!" He grinned. "I'll see you then,
Catherine!" He said. When I woke up, the first thing I noticed is
that my door was wide open and I could smell my mother cooking
bacon and eggs. Mmmm, my favorite. I hopped off my old cot and
walked into the little room where we usually eat. Just me, Mother,
and my baby sister Rosa. "Good morning, mother!" I greeted. She
looks up at me. "Hello, darling! I'm just cooking up a nice meal
today," she said. "Why don't you go on up and get dressed while
this food cools down?" I bounded up the stairs and threw my gown on
my cot. Rummaging through my closet, I choose a lovely ruffled
magenta dress and my favored white stockings. Once I sat down on
the floor, I asked my mother, "What's the special occasion? Someone
get older?" Mother laughed and handed me my plate. "No, John's
coming home," she answered. Suprised, I almost dropped my plate.
"J-John's coming home?!" I could hear myself stuttering. My mother
nodded and held Rosa in her lap. "Yes, little Angel, but he's older
than ever now," Mother warned. "So he might not remember you so
well." I nodded, and then we both said ou prayers before we dug in.
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