It's Monday, we've been here for three days now. And I'm having a really great time.
The house is beautiful, even more magnificent then I had expected. It's huge, two floors, six rooms, a spacious kitchen and a big living room. The outside is covered in an old vines making the front look magical, as if it belonged in a fairy-tale. The main door is made of old oak adding a little extra touch to the whole thing.
The room I'm staying in with Nora is just as wonderful. It's blue and has little sea shells here and there. There's even a little fish bowl with blue flower shaped candles floating on the surface.
Darwin is staying up here with us, he's curled up right now just at the corner of the bed. Luckily Mrs. Atkins loves animals, she fell in love with Darwin the second she saw him.
She's one of the gentlest people I've ever met, no wonder Tim's so polite and good natured.
She hugged me had I not even crossed the door, Nora got the same treatment.
"Tim,talks a lot about you" she had said with a huge simple before adding "Not that he calls all that often". She had said that as loud as possible to make she he had heard her. Mr. Atkins was also very kind but a lot less expressive, he didn't speak all that much,but you could see through his eyes that he was happy to have his son back home.
There had been a loud noise and a figure appeared in the corridor. "Tim!"she yelled, bringing him into a big hug, a hug so tight that I started to wonder how he could still breath. "Wow, call down Miss joyful, I don't feel like dying today!"
"Always as positive I see" She said sarcastically with a grin before turning towards us. "You must be Jane and Nora! Let me guess, the one with the long chestnut hair must be Jane and the one with the short wavy dark brown hair Nora."
"How did you know?" Nora said.
"Had this feeling" she said with a wink.
"Not as if I had ever described them to you" Tim added.
"Hey,you didn't have to ruin my "awesome sister with supernatural powers" intro!".
"To bad for you" he said nudging her.
"I'm Lori by the way, his "annoying" little sister".
"You said that right".
"Shut up".
"Hey you aren't kids any more so quit fighting" Mrs Atkins had said.
Lori was cute, probably around Twenty. Her short auburn hair made her stand out from the rest of the family that had more of a brownish hair colour. She had freckles and some pretty green eyes in which there was a constant mischievous gleam. You could see just by looking at her cheeky smile that she had quite a personality and that it was impossible not to like her.
Tim'solder brother arrived on Sunday. At first I didn't recognize him, not that I've ever seen him before but because he and Tim look nothing alike. Shaun is a little older, probably 27, he is the type of guy that combs his hair backwards and wears ray-bans. He's quite handsome, but not in the same way as Tim. They don't have the same complicity as Tim and Lori do, that's probably because he was a little more distant from them in age but that didn't mean they didn't get along great, I bet that he was the kind of brother the little one looks up to. Not the kind to embarrass the other when he gets the chance but more of a protector ( that doesn't stop him from teasing Tim).
Mrs.Atkins had done a very good job educating her children. If I ever have kids she is definitely the person I'm going to come for advice.She is a wonderful woman, so joyful and never in this short time I've been here have I seen that smile of hers fade. Her hair, that's already started to grey looks beautiful anyway just as her whole figure, but you couldn't expect anything else from such an active woman.
I haven't done that much today, Tim promised me he would take me sailing tomorrow, today he wanted to get used to it again ( to not embarrass himself in front of us, Shaun told me) with Lori. He probably also wanted to spend some time with her, from what I've heard they haven't seen each other since quite some time, I totally understand and respect that. So here I am spending my day with Mrs.Atkins, who wants me to call her by her name, Lucy. Nora went to the village with Shaun, she forgot her telephone charger and needed to go buy a new one urgently to stay updated if ever something important happened at her work. Shaun had kindly proposed to accompany her because "she doesn't know the place and might get lost", at least that was his excuse. I on the other had don't think he's much of a sailor and just wanted to avoid going on the boat even if that means missing out a day with his siblings.
Mrs.Atkins... I mean Lucy also took holidays so she could be home with us, on the contrary of Mr. Atkins or Raymond, should I say, that will be working this week but said he'd try his best to come home early,so he could spend the afternoon with us.
Anyways,The smell coming from the oven is delicious, It's going to be hard to wait for the others and not eat this delicious looking chocolate sponge cake the second I take it out. Lucy taught me the recipe so I'll be able to make it whenever I please. Oh my, this really smells heavenly.
But enough talking about cake, there's something else I want to say before the cake's ready.
The house, it's full of photos, there isn't a single room without one.From parties, to family reunions, to pictures of random objects taken in such a way that they showed the real beauty of each and everything.
Raymond is a photographer so it isn't too astonishing they had this many. All I feel like doing is retracing the family's story though the pictures but I can't. I can't stop myself from looking at them but I will respect Tim's choice. He probably has a reason to keeping things to himself, so when he'll feel ready to tell me more about him, he will. So I'll try not to be nosy.
There is this one picture that marked me though, it was one of Tim a few years ago wearing a military suit. I can't stop asking myself...
Was he in the army?
-Jane
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