A MISUNDERSTANDING
Chapter Five

Country Life

Cal drove them in a carriage up the wooded hill and to his summer house. "Don’t you just love the country? Quiet and peaceful. Of course, I’d hate to live her all the time. But my family came here every year in the summertime, so it carries a lot of good memories. Yup, there’s even a lake in the back..." For the love of God, shut up! he commanded himself. But he couldn’t. The words came out and rambled on like the road they were bumping up and down on. He would talk forever if it meant they wouldn’t have to talk about what they had come to talk about.

Rose, on the other hand, had said nothing since seeing him except for a brief hello.

They finally came to the big, white, wooden house. The year-round residing butler, cook, and gardener helped Rose out of the carriage. "Dinner is set out in the side yard. I’ll be with you right after the horses are back in the stables."

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Rose, usually a cinch at conversations, had never been so uncomfortable in her life. The filleted fish and potatoes were eaten in silence. After the rice pudding and pastries were set out on the pleasant porch, conveniently placed at the side of the house so that you could overlook both the blooming front yard and shimmering lake in back, Rose took a deep breath and began. "On the train, I thought things over, and--" She fiddled with the edge of the tablecloth. "--and I just can’t do it. I don’t want to tear up your family. Isabella and your own children deserve better than that. Besides, if you look, you’ll see that you love them all much more than you do me..." A sob escaped, and she stopped talking, trying to stifle it.

"Oh, Rose." Cal wanted to protest, but how could he? He didn’t know if what she was saying was true or not. He no longer knew anything.

"Yes, well, the next train out of here doesn’t leave until morning. I’d like to leave on good terms, but it would hurt me too badly to see you again. I’ll be in my room. Please don’t get up early to see me off." With that, Rose walked back into the house, tears streaming down her face.

Chapter Six
Stories