LOVE FOR LIFE AND BEYOND
Chapter Nine

"Well, we’re truly on our way back to your home now," said Rose. "Do you think it will have changed much?"

Jack shook his head slowly. "Chippewa Falls folks don’t take easily to change," he said. "The town might be a little bigger and a little more modern, but nothing drastic."

Rose smiled. "What’s the house like?" she asked.

"The house? Well, it’s pretty big by Chippewa Falls standards—it was one of the biggest places around when it was built. There’s a garden and a large barn, but I sold the surrounding land right before I left."

"What—what condition do you think it will be in?" asked Rose tentatively. She hadn’t thought about what the house might look like after five years of neglect.

"Don’t worry," said Jack, giving her a good-natured grin. "I asked the Barnes family to keep an eye on it. Thomas Barnes was my best friend and his father was Pa’s lawyer."

Rose breathed a sigh of relief. "I was afraid of what the house might look like after years of neglect," she said. "You haven’t told me. Do you have any living relations?" she asked.

"Well, I’ve got an aunt in Alabama—that’s Aunt Laura, an uncle in Texas—that’s Uncle John, another uncle who could be anywhere in the world—that’s Uncle Henry, and five cousins—Ellen, Melanie, Grace, James, and Charlie. Uncle Henry was my favorite relative. He told the most amazing stories about far off places—he was the one who gave me dreams about traveling around the world. I hope he’s still alive—he was a good ten years older than Ma," added Jack wistfully. "The rest were nice, too. Aunt Laura and Uncle John would always send us Christmas and birthday presents—and I had the best time at Thanksgiving when we had the family reunion."

Rose smiled sadly and thought about her relatives. The adults had all been boring—her aunts and grandmothers could talk of nothing but social events and the latest fashions, her uncles of business deals and investments. Even her cousins, save Robert, had been awful.

Eve and Michelle were prissy and stuck-up as children, haughty and condescending as adults. She had never gotten to know the twins Michael and Mortimer very well, and she didn’t care to—they had been seven years older than her.

Only Robert had saved her from being bored to tears during summer holidays and social events. Robert had taught her to swim and fish and climb trees, had shown her bird’s nests and squirrel's lairs. He had been a great lover of practical jokes—she remembered toads in her aunt's beds and salt in the sugar bowl. Rose was so deep in thought she didn’t realize she had laughed out loud.

"What’s so funny?" asked Jack, looking up from the paper he was reading.

"I was just thinking about the time Robert put a toad in Aunt Linda’s bed. I can still hear her screams echoing. Robert was my favorite cousin," she said, and added, almost to herself, "You would have liked him."

"Where is he now?" asked Jack.

"Still in Philadelphia. He’s editor of the Philadelphia Times," added Rose. "The last time I saw him he was engaged to Millicent Carmody." Rose checked her father’s pocket watch. "It’s about time for lunch. We’d better go to the dining compartment."

Chapter Ten
Stories