That evening, I sat at the kitchen table as Mary finished making supper. The spices in her stew tickled my nose, but I wasn't going to complain. She was a much better cook than any man in a steamship's galley.
A chilly gust of wind entered the room, as Bash stomped into the room and dropped his armload of wood into the box beside the old iron cookstove. I laughed as he removed 2 of the 3 thick flannel shirts he was wearing.
"What are you laughing at, Blythe?"
I smirked. "It's not even winter yet. What are you going to do when the world's frozen over, and covered with 2 feet of snow?"
Mary gasped, almost dropping the biscuits she was carrying to the table. Bash and I jumped up to steady the platter, but she recovered without any help from us.
"Don't make a fuss!" Bash laughed. "The boy's joking."
I chuckled quietly as I sat back down in my seat. They were both in for a surprise.
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That night, Bash bedded down on an extra mattress in my room. Mary had the only other available room in the house; my father's old room.
Bash grunted as he sat down on his bed. "A bit different than my hammock, swayin' on the ship," he noted.
"You'll get used to it," I said, laughing.
I blew out the kerosene lamp, and dropped onto my bed.
"You have a nice place here." Bash said, changing the subject.
I rolled over, and looked at him. "It's yours too, you know."
I laid my head back. Sprawling under the covers, I stared at the stars through my window and sighed.
"You thinking about that Anne-girl again?
I smiled, but didn't answer.
"Come on boy, I know that sigh by now."
I didn't bother to answer him. Instead, I pretended to snore.
He sighed, and rolled onto his side.
"Boy, you don't fool anyone."
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Return to Avonlea - Completed!
FanfictionWhile watching Anne with an E, I often wondered what things would be like from Gilbert's PoV. This short story is focused on that. Also, I couldn't help sneaking in a scene from the original movie into storyline of the modern AWAE adaption. Charact...
