A girl and her camera

Chapter six

Hello my fellow wattpaddians! Okay, so this chapter will be in mostly Hanna's point of view for a change. I know the story is mostly about Martha, but Hanna plays a pretty big part in the story as well, as does her relationships in the book. So do bare with me as you read this. The picture above is one of the great actresses of the silver screen, Lauren Bacall, who I've pictured playing Evelyn. Enjoy folks!

Now, one might wonder what happened between the time Martha had left the Maarden's household, and when she went home. Well, it would be frightfully too normal, to say that Martha had completed the interview with Mr Rodolfo, said goodbye to Samuel, then made a brief stop at Hanna's house to drop off her findings. But thankfully, I can say that something very vital happened, to thicken the already building plot. It wasn't a particularly nice thing to happen, but it happened, nonetheless.

So, as to the story, Martha had indeed, completed the interview with Mr Rodolfo, said goodbye to Samuel, at least five houses away from the front gate, and allowed the guard to open the gate for her. But as she made her way over to Hanna's house, with the half-written schoolbook in hand, she had no idea just what the words on that paper would cause. Trouble, not just for Hanna, but for her relationship with her family.

When Martha had made it to the Gheiretz house, she stopped, to let out a deep sigh. The house they lived in was of a modest, but comfortable income. It was one of ten, red-bricked, block houses, all in a straight row. Martha thought it quite charming, to live in a house like that. Although it was relatively small inside, and Hanna had a rather small room, at least they had themselves a whole, back garden, with a nice, good-sized tree in the right corner. That was where Hanna's mother liked to grow the vibrant, blue and violet hyacinths that she prided herself upon.

The Gheiretz family, in case you hadn't known already, consisted of husband and wife; Hans Gheiretz, and Pansy Gheiretz, nee Carte. And their daughters, Evelyn and Hanna. Evelyn, born 8th August, 1922. And Hanna, just three years after, on the 23rd of June, 1925. Pansy, a French-born, finishing school-bred lady, took pride in all things beauty. Particularly her elder daughter, Eve. She was sorely dissapointed when Hanna took no interest in proper eticique, and would've rather read books, and talked politics. But this was where Hans stepped in. And seeing the potential in his intelectual daughter, he took her under his wing, where the world of journalism was concerned. He taught the ambitious Hanna Gheiretz everything she knew about writing the facts; something he rather prided himself upon.

After Martha's long, train of thought, she rapped quickly on the door. And when it was swung open, there stood Hanna. Out of her school attire, Hanna looked more natural, relaxed, and even pretty. Probably a state of which Eve didn't like her to be in; out of embarrassment, and slight jealousy.

"Oh, good!" Hanna sighed, at the sight of her friend. "It's just you."

"Just me?" Martha smiled, amused.

"I was expecting either Brams, or Cecil," She explained, "Those two! I swear, they could spring a migrane from thin air."

"What do they want?"

"Just for me to approve the final edition of the teachers newsletter, before it runs tomorrow." She said, "In fairness, it is their first time editing the newsletter. I don't blame them if they're a little uncertain."

"Well, I cannot stay long Hanna," She said, "So I just came to drop this off. It was the interview sheet you gave me, so I just let him fill it out the best he could. I haven't read it yet; I wanted you to see it first."

"Thank you so much for this, Martha!" She said, for what must've been the tenth time. "I cannot wait to see how this turns out in the first edition!"