From The Journal Of Lorraine Ellis

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From The Journal Of Lorraine Ellis

January 17, 1925



This morning, I found myself alone at breakfast with Father. It was nice after so much time in Pallandino. Though I loved everyone here, I missed it just being us sometimes.

The conversations were easy. Father was telling me everything he had been doing over the past few weeks. Oh, how I loved seeing that sparkle in his eyes as he spoke. He looked so much younger, even with his thinning gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes.

For some reason, the subject turned to Jesse. Father had spent quite a bit of time with him, too, which I found very strange since I was practically the one with him all the time. A fond smile appeared on his lips as he glanced up at me from his newspaper just before he told me just how much Jesse talks about me.

And it is not even in the context of what we are doing with the key either. But rather my stubborn streak or my determination or my need to put him in his place when I clearly know he is wrong...and then my enjoyment when I prove it to him.

'He is very fond of you, my dear,' Father told me, just before he looked back at his paper.

And this time, I was the one with the smile.

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