We'll meet again Evelyn Rosewood

Siblings

About 2 days later John was feeling much better. He still had his head wrapped in a bandage and Beth couldn't help but giggle at him from time to time because he looked like a pirate. The park was alive with the vibrant colors of fall.

Seated comfortably on a bench under a tree, John and Beth engaged in a light-hearted conversation, their words dancing in the air like the leaves swirled around them.

"Well, is you're leg at least better?" Beth inquired.

"It's been getting better. The swelling has gone down, as you can see. And I don't even limp anymore," he spoke proudly, pointing at his lower leg.

"Well, I'm glad."

He smiled back at her warmly. "Hey, but I couldn't have done this if I didn't have the best doctor in the world."

"Oh, stop it Johnny, I'm not even a nurse yet," she giggled.

"But are you going to med school in the end, right?"

"I am, in the end, yes. I'm starting in 6 days."

After some more talking, they came to the subject of their roots.

"So, Lizzy where are you even from? Have you always lived in London?"

"I have. But my mother, for example is from a wealthy family in France, and my father's side of the family lived in London for generations now. I was born in 1921. I've lived in Kensington ever since I could remember. Every summer, since I turned 5, my folks shipped me to France to some extended relatives. Honestly, there's nothing too interesting to tell, really."

"Well, there must be something," he smiled.

"I can remember that I was a very talkative and free-spirited child. You know, one of my earliest memories was my mother telling me that I talk too much. Oh, I don't think you will believe me, but I once burned down the drapes in our house hall."

He laughed in disbelief. "You're right, I don't believe you. How did you do it?"

"Well, my mother ordered this beautiful new set of curtains for our house, since the old ones went out of fashion. I think I was 10 or 11 years old at the time, and I discovered my father's pack of matches. My godfather owned a company that produced them, so he gifted my father a bunch. I found it really fun to light them and blow them off again and again. So, one day, while my governance was in the kitchen, I started blowing the matches. I think that at some point I zoned out or something and the match burnt my finger, and I dropped it on the drapes."

"Then?"

"They lit up on fire, and I got a nice set of slaps over the face," she laughed a bit when she said it, but it sure wasn't funny then.

John couldn't help but laugh a bit as well.

"Now John, what about you? Have you always lived in London?" she inquired.

He instantly got uncomfortable and said, "Oh, I don't think my history would intrigue you."

"Oh, please John? Mine wasn't the most interesting as well, yet I still told you. Please could you tell?" she looked at him longingly.

"Fine," he sighed, "but just keep in mind that it's not the most fun, alright? So, I was born in Liverpool back in 1919. As a kid, I was, I don't know, quiet. Things took a turn when my father joined the navy as a high lieutenant in 1929."

Beth nodded, wondering if it was right of her to ask so much to tell her.

"After that, my mother, sister and I moved to London, hoping for a fresh start, you know? I went to military academy here. We lived in a small flat in Havering. Then my mother passed away in 1937. I was 18, Maria was only 12. You know, it's life and all..."