The Golden Heart of Leon

Chapter Twenty Five

          Chapter Twenty Five

Promotion

It was getting colder; it had been a few weeks since Evelyn had stayed over at the Stevenson's household and the information that she had received from Peter was still vivid in her mind she couldn't shift her thoughts to something else not even during work hours at her workplace. Most people were complaining about how cold it was and how they wished they could go back to sleep and sleep the day away. She heaved a small, tired sigh she knew what that felt like since they weren't the only ones who wanted to go back to sleep since the mornings were always so dark and dull nowadays. But she kept working without complaining. She recalled before leaving the Stevenson's house to go to work if she could have a copy of the photograph that Peter had found online. He had given her a copy of the photo reluctantly at first since he thought that it would distract her from her work, but she assured him that nothing not even the photograph would distract her from her work. She sat down in her chair trying to think of a good story to base upon nature however, nothing was coming to her mind not even for her original idea, for werewolves which Peter had forbidden her to write about since they weren't real in his opinion and people wouldn't want to read anything that involved creatures that were nothing but a myth. Even though in her opinion, he was wrong she didn't dare start a debate with him. If there was anything she didn't want to do it was to quarrel over petty things with Peter. She wished she could convince him that he was wrong but she had nothing to show him that he was wrong.

Nothing was coming to her mind except that photograph of Leon and his parents. She couldn't help but wonder if she should write about them? She shook her head slightly No I cannot and will not write about them. It had to be on nature and yet nothing interesting was coming to her mind she had at least two weeks to get this story finished. At times she would find herself looking at the clock before sighing in frustration due to her mind being blank before going back to trying and jolt down something on a piece of paper.

"Evelyn, may I come in?" she looked up to see Cordelia in the doorway.

"Of course." she answered politely.

"How are you getting on with your story?" Cordelia asked.

"In all honesty I'm struggling to come up with anything."

"How about writing what you like about nature so much?" Cordelia suggested.

"That is a good idea, but I want to do better than that."

"How far are you on?" she asked carefully.

"I have barely written the first paragraph." she stated earning a chuckle from Cordelia.

"Forgive me, that isn't what I meant." she said pointing to Evelyn's stomach.

Realisation hit her and her eyes must've been the size of saucers due to her worry.

"How do you know?" she asked in a mere whisper panicking now.

"My dear I could see you glowing at the dinner table a few weeks ago. Nothing goes un-noticed by me. I am a woman too. But you can be rest assured that I won't be saying anything to anyone."

"What do you want Cordelia? I don't think this is very professional of you. Nor is it any of your business to ask me such a personal question." Evelyn said defensively.

"I was wondering if you would consider about extending your stay at our house. Well, my brother wanted to know if you would extend your stay. Who is the father?" she asked yet another personal question.