By the Potomac

Chapter Eighteen

"Liesel, will you go to town and get flour please? Thank you! And do be careful," Margaret called. I rushed downstairs to fulfill her order. I kind of wanted to get out of the house anyways. It would help me sort through my thoughts.

The morning was even colder than the last time I came outside. I was thankful that I brought my wool mittens, otherwise my hands would've froze. Instead of taking my usual route, I decided to take a different way. I was also hoping to run into Mr. Hathway, though I don't know why.

I think I was hoping he would talk me into writing again.

I actually did really want to write. I did. But, I just couldn't. It had been so long since I have written anything.

"Hello! You there! Wiesel!" I heard someone call. The voice sounded oddly familiar. "Hello?" the person whispered under their breath. Then I recognized their voice. It was Meredith Hathway.

"Hello, Meredith." I smiled. She was adorable with her wide toothy grin and shining eyes.

"Wiesel! I missed you," she said as she hugged me. I was about to melt into a puddle. What a cutie. "Can you pwease read my story I wrote? Here, you can take it home with you and give it back to me tomorrow!" She handed me several sheets of paper with sloppy writing on it.

"Of course Meredith." I patted her back.

"Yay!" she squealed, "I thought you would say no." With that she skipped off towards her home, whistling. I shook my head and headed towards town. I couldn't wait to read her writing. At least someone would change the world. Like I used to dream to.