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Show CHAPTER THREE I had expected Father to still be asleep when I woke up the next morning but he was up and gone when I came downstairs. Mother had already asked that I have more time off from school so I had the whole day ahead of me. I was almost glad that Father was not there. I was used to having Mother to myself in the morning and was not yet ready to share her. And still, there were the men on the train. I wanted to ask her about them without asking Father. "Morning, Annie." She turned from the piano and smiled. "I'm glad you slept late." I stood beside her while she smoothed my hair back from my forehead. "More strawberries for you, Miss?" "Where's Father?" "He went across the street. Your grandfather came over early and asked him to take a walk." She turned again and looked out through the lilac bush, to the street. "He was up so early. I don't think he slept well." She spoke almost to herself and I leaned against her. So Mother was worried too. "Come on." She rose quickly and closed her composition book. "I can't seem to get anything down today. Come and eat." I followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table. She brought a blue bowl filled with strawberries and set it on the table. "Mother?" "Hmmm?" She reached to the cupboard for a cup and poured herself coffee. |
