Orphan in Limbo

Young Love

--- Couple of Days Later ---
--- 13th of November, 1962 ---

A couple of days have passed since the rainy days transformed into something else than a whirlpool of changing weather. The days were getting more windy and colder, factly, the winter was coming within less a month by engendering not only the Christmas holidays, but also the snowy and glacial days as the lukewarm, fresh autumn days have already died.

Whilst Odette, Jude and Kit were in the living room as they shared mugs of herbal tea and drowning themselves in deep, logical discussions, Timothy was looking after the plants in the flower pots, located in the yard and on the porch by watering them as according to the forecast for today, strong wind was about to assault Vermont's countryside tonight.

It has been a handful of days since Odette and Kit have seen one another, as a result of his new job is a salesman on the gas station's store. He made a few new friends in Vermont, despite his introverted and composed nature as they were slightly older than him even peers weren't exceptional at all. He was hanging out with them at times but the young man has never underestimated to spend some time with his crush.

"I didn't know the windy days were as dreadful as the glacial ones." The brunette muttered, sipping her hot herbal beverage by holding with a couple of fingers the mere mug, glimpsing at the window as the motion of the wind's waves blowing incessantly everything outside. The stark branches of the grandiose trees were mildly dancing along, forming a choreography. "It has been windy for 24 hours." She kept on with her utterance by leaving aloof the mug on the coffee table as Kit had his strong arm snaked around her shoulder.

"That's bullshit! The windy days were always as pleasant as the rainy ones especially when it's colder." The former sister of the church bickered her daughter as the sound of slammed front door was audible for the horde of adults, hinting them that Timothy was no longer outside by supervising the plants. "I've always loved when there's blizzard outside as I'm at home, chilling with," At the moment, the former priest propped on the living room's doorway by contemplating his wife and his daughter with Kit glancing at him. Their glances metamorphosed into transfixed looks as beaming smiles were flashed upon their faces momentarily. "Timothy! What a surprise!" After she mentioned with honeyed voice his name, thereafter he approached them by seating alongside his wife without averting his chocolate brown pools, filled with warmness and sheer love.

"I checked on the plants by watering them as the wind outside is just awful." The older man said plainly by dangling his muscular, strong arms which were readily highlighted as he wore silver cotton sweater. "It hasn't been that windy for months."

"That's for sure true! Let's not forget how in Boston the winds were as strong as stormy waves in the sea especially when there's a storm." Kit added as he sipped the herbal tea, absorbing his body and organs with its liquid's warmness, whilst the juvenile singer cleared her throat as one of her petite, smooth hands pawed her bump, kneading it gingerly, featherly as if its caress resembled of a mother fondling her newborn baby's soft as satin head.

"I hate it when there's wind and the paths are icy as If I'm risking to break my leg."

"Does it matter the difference between windy days and glacial paths, sweetie?" In the interim, the brunette rolled her hazelish-brown orbs dramatically as her anterior teeth nibbled on her upper, rosy-coloured lip, exhaling sharply. "There's no conscience."

"I don't think so! They're obnoxious for me as if that's a lethal trap for me." In the interval, the former man of the cloth heaved a jaded sigh as he was fed up with his daughter and wife bickering, besides huffing for the pettiest comment which either of them has spilled the tea.