Violet (Suitors of Seattle book 7)
“Her entire life she'd dreamed of going to New York to show her work, and for the first time the goal was within her grasp. She wanted to hug everyone she saw in celebration and had grabbed her mother and kissed her cheek when she'd returned home from Mr. Smith's house after the interviews. She'd told her mother how old Miss Edna Blue was, and her mother had smiled happily saying she didn't need to interview her then. Violet was relieved, because she had a very strong feeling her mother would... never approve of Edna.
Violet looked up at the knock on her open door. "Do you need help?" Mary looked sadder than Violet had ever seen her as she stood in the doorway.
"No, but I'd like it. What's wrong, Mama?" As much as her mother made her crazy, Violet hated seeing her look sad. Mary sighed. "I've spent that last thirty years raising you girls. You're the last to leave. I won't know what to do with myself with none of my girls left at home with me." Violet dropped the dress in her hands and hurried over to Mary to hug her tightly. "Oh, Mama, I'm going to miss you! You did such a good job raising us that we're all independent now. We're ready to move on. Besides, I'll be coming home. It's just a trip to New York." "A trip to New York where you plan to stay for three months. And it's a full month of travel. You'll be gone for four months. You'll come home, yes, but life will never be the same again. When you come home, you'll have grown in ways that neither of us can quite imagine right now, and I'll miss the young lady you are right now. Just like I miss the little girl you were." "Well, we'll spend time together until then. I don't leave until Monday." Violet kept her voice bright, but inside she was crying. She had never been gone from home for more than a day or two at a time. "It's Friday! Only three more days and you'll be on a train and off to adventure." Violet smiled bravely as she picked up the dress she'd dropped a few minutes before, carefully folding it so it wouldn't wrinkle too much. "I'll be fine, you know. You would love Miss Blue. She's got to be at least seventy, and she has always wanted to see New York. I can't wait to make the trip with her." She didn't add that the woman drank like no one she'd ever seen or that she seemed to be slightly batty, because her mother would only worry. She'd keep those little details to herself.MoreLess
Violet looked up at the knock on her open door. "Do you need help?" Mary looked sadder than Violet had ever seen her as she stood in the doorway.
"No, but I'd like it. What's wrong, Mama?" As much as her mother made her crazy, Violet hated seeing her look sad. Mary sighed. "I've spent that last thirty years raising you girls. You're the last to leave. I won't know what to do with myself with none of my girls left at home with me." Violet dropped the dress in her hands and hurried over to Mary to hug her tightly. "Oh, Mama, I'm going to miss you! You did such a good job raising us that we're all independent now. We're ready to move on. Besides, I'll be coming home. It's just a trip to New York." "A trip to New York where you plan to stay for three months. And it's a full month of travel. You'll be gone for four months. You'll come home, yes, but life will never be the same again. When you come home, you'll have grown in ways that neither of us can quite imagine right now, and I'll miss the young lady you are right now. Just like I miss the little girl you were." "Well, we'll spend time together until then. I don't leave until Monday." Violet kept her voice bright, but inside she was crying. She had never been gone from home for more than a day or two at a time. "It's Friday! Only three more days and you'll be on a train and off to adventure." Violet smiled bravely as she picked up the dress she'd dropped a few minutes before, carefully folding it so it wouldn't wrinkle too much. "I'll be fine, you know. You would love Miss Blue. She's got to be at least seventy, and she has always wanted to see New York. I can't wait to make the trip with her." She didn't add that the woman drank like no one she'd ever seen or that she seemed to be slightly batty, because her mother would only worry. She'd keep those little details to herself.MoreLess
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