The way that it should have been

Chapter 39

"Yes sir, I will be sure to do all of that. And yes, I was afraid of the same thing happening myself. Especially considering the attacks in Nepal and Romanian in the last few days."

"Yes, indeed. Also, I am approving your transfer of Guardian Williams back to St. Filmore's by the way. And I will send another guardian to you within a few days of your return to the academy. But I will make sure that this guardian is from a different academy."

"Thank you, Guardian Croft that is all very much appreciated."

"You are very welcome, Guardian Petrova. If there is anything else that I need to know please let me know."

Ok, now I felt even worse and more guilty for not telling him about the future attack, but I really had no choice. Because he would ask how I know and I couldn't tell him that either, so I just kept my mouth shut.

"I will, goodbye Guardian Croft." I said trying to get off the phone before my guilt got the better of me.

"Goodbye Guardian Petrova."

"Goodbye Guardian Croft." I said again before I hung up and thought to myself, 'whew, that was close.'

(DPOV)

Roza and I were laying in the swing on the back porch... well, it used to be a back porch anyway. But now it was a sunroom filled with my mother and babushkin potted medicinal plants and cooking herbs. (grandmother's)

It was cool out here, and the windows were frosted over around the edges but were clear in the center. And to keep warm, Roza and I were both bundled up and there was a small electric heater nearby. Plus, we also had a beautiful thick and warm handmade quilt laying over and tucked in all around us.

One of the very quilts that my mother and babushka were famous for making around here. There had even been several people, from all over the world thanks to word of mouth, over the years who had commissioned mama and babushka to make them one. (grandmother, grandmother)

Sometimes even more than one, and almost everyone came back for more as the years went by. It had become somewhat of a tradition here in Baia, in a lot of families, to give a handmade quilt to celebrate the birth of a new baby as well as a marriage.

So, my mother and babushka had made several a year over the years, all of which helped to supplement the household income. That money combined with what I sent, Sonja's pay from the pharmacy and Karo's part time work as an office manager for a local accountant. All kept my family afloat, not rich, or even wealthy by any stretch of the imagination. But enough that they didn't have to be like some of the other families around Baia. They were even able to help out some others on occasion. (grandmother)

As far as the quilts that I mentioned go, the more intricate the pattern and design of the quilts the more exotic and harder to find colors of thread and cloth the more difficult it was to make. Therefore, the more that it cost to make. And that's not even mentioning the thread and cloth that they have to dye themselves for some of those quilts. Which caused those quilts to cost even more, of course. But unlike a lot of people now a days, mama and babushkin quilts were not sewn on a machine, but each and every single stitch was sewn with love and by hand. Which took longer to make, but it also made them much more durable and made them last much much longer. (grandmothers)

I didn't know why, but for some reason or another sitting out here was what Roza moya had wanted to do. So, this is exactly what we are doing, just lying out here spending some oh so precious time together and watching more fresh new snow fall. (my)

We had talked to my family, when we had finally come downstairs for breakfast, and found out what babushka had seen. That's when Roza tried, yet again, to get me to go with Tasha and again I had flat out refused. (grandmother)