The Dusty Bookshelf

Chapter 1

The fire crakled, and the cat purred. Margret was knitting a sweater for her only daughter, while Elois was cooking supper. Ever since their mom, Claire, had died the chicken pox they didn't like to be apart. So Margret and her Husband, Christen, let Elois move in.  

Margret was just like her mother, tall beautiful teeth, long golden hair and, her eyes were still the biggest around.  

Elois, changed quite a bit. She used to be so out going, so daring, adventurous, but when her father left her, she usually stayed at home and cooked, cleaned, whatever she could to pass the time. Elois was not married, never has been and nor will be. She has no kids, no job, no house of her own, her life was falling apart. Elois never smiled anymore, she couldn't, she grew up without a father, not knowing what had happened to him. Where did he go? Why did he leave? Is he ever coming back? Will he come back? Is he even alive?  

Marget's daughters name was Claire, after her mother. But she looked nothing like Claire, she looked more like her Grandfather and her Aunt Elois. She was still beautiful. As was her Aunt.  

"Supper is ready!" said Elois very tired.  

"Elois you have worked long and hard today, you get up to bed And we'll clean up the kitchen." said Margret  

"No. I made this mess I will clean it up" said Elois gruffly 

"Elois please---" 

"you can't change my mind, go eat so I can clean this place up!" interrupted Elois.  

Margret could not say anymore, when Elois had her mind made up, you couldn't change it. Although she wished she could have, that night Elois died in her sleep of hunger, thirst, and lack of sleep. Margret had a job and a family to take care of now, she would have to cook, clean, and do everything that Elois did her life was going to be very busy now, but all she could think about was the loss of her best friend, her sister.