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Show CHAPTER ELEVEN It was a late Saturday afternoon. While attempting to hold upright a bouquet of violets, Hyrum smoothed his collar, patted his stiffly starched frilled ruff, and pulled at his cuffs making sure his ensemble of vestments was just right. Taking a deep breath, he knocked staccato-like on the front door of the Lathrop home. Thomas answered. "Come in, Hyrum," Thomas took note of Hyrum's fine attire. "I just brought these over--thought they might brighten your place a bit." He held up the violets. "Is Elise home?" "You brought flowers for Elise?" Thomas inquired. "No. No. No. They're for you." Hyrum was uncomfortable . "For me?"' Thomas looked at Hyrum even more quizzically. "No, not you-everyone." Hyrum's nervousness was apparent now. "I see. Elise!" Thomas called. *4fi|~ In response to Thomas's call, Elise slowly ambled toward the living room, a bit perturbed at the interruption. But upon seeing Hyrum she brightened, did her best to inconspicuously tidy herself, and bounced sprightly across the room. "Yes, Master Thomas?" her tones were sweet. |
