Orphan in Limbo

Silent Hill

--- A Month Later ---
--- 26th of June, 1963 ---

A month after the breathtaking, nonetheless elating one-week honeymoon in Los Olivos, the young married couple told the former members of the church about their enticing experience in Los Olivos. Moreover, the days were getting unbearably sweltering since it has been the wee days of summer, being freely embraced by the saturating sun rays and lucid sky, assaulting Vermont's countryside outskirts.

At the moment, the twins and Charlotte were a half a year old only infants as they have learnt a few words, adding them to their baby vocabulary.

Whilst Judy was drinking her morning coffee with Elsa on the kitchen table after feeding Jack and Lucas, Timothy was preparing the luggage or rather the travelling rucksacks for their hills and woods expedition. Venues, where to relish the nature and its foliage aesthetics, encompassing them, bearing a semblance of hazy, profound sea, where the chances of surviving underwater are minimal.

Massimo and Evelyn were at home in Florida as the young lady was about to finish 10th grade the impending week.

The German emigrant decided to pay a visit to the Howards to see them even spend some time with them since she was Judy's best friend, thanks to her eldest daughter, Odette.

"I haven't expected this summer to be as gorgeous as my imagination portrays it." The elder singer evoked out, sipping the hot caffeine beverage, wearing a coy, radiant smile, honed up in the corner of her rosy-coloured lips, staring out at the window and inhaling the alluring coffee's aroma, taunting her sensitive nostrils.

"Every season is gorgeous in own way, Elsa. I bet it's murderously hot in Florida right now." The former sister of the church replied jubilantly as she emitted a hoarse, wry chuckle, tickling the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, mein Liebling! It is definitely hot as hell." The other blond exhaled sharply, due to the rueful circumstance the Florida's summer was obnoxiously sweltering. "Here is better. It's colder. It's more aesthetic. Florida is a fricking hell hole when it's muggy."

"Oh, I knew it! Vermont is much better. I can't disagree with ya, sis." The former woman of the cloth said in jeering manner, tittering quietly to herself.

--- *** ---

"Sue, Sue?" Samuel held an enveloped with a violet bow the recent ultrasound photo of their unborn ray of sunshine, crying out loud his wife's name as he was searching for her at their cabin, in order to surprise her for her birthday. A smug, mischievous grin swayed across his lips thoughtfully, pondering profoundly in his train of thoughts how might his wife react for the ultrasound photograph. What the former serial killer envisaged was her content, shining smile, kissing her lips and tears bubbled up into her amber pools crystal tears of genuine felicity.

It has been a minute since the younger man was at home and his wife was resting peacefully in the bedroom, due to the agonizing pregnancy with the relentlessly morbid back pains and being fatigued in a jiffy as if her physical stamina bears a semblance of an elder person. Samuel spent a half an hour outdoors, hiking in the woods by himself, relishing the nature's aesthetics and authenticity with the scintillating sun as it disperses its saturating sun rays below and the light summer breeze altogether.