I gave him a nod of encouragement. “Go on,” I whispered. After all, it was what we had come down here to do.
My little brother approached the group. When the ball slipped out of a blond boy’s hands, Jonathan caught it. “May I join in?” he asked, chewing on his lip as he held onto the ball tentatively.
The boy who lost the ball thought for a moment before answering. “Sure,” he said. “But you have to play in the middle.”
I chuckled to myself. The boy was smart, offering Jonathan a chance to play, but avoiding the frustration of being the monkey in the middle, even though he was the one who had lost the ball.
With a quick glance at me, Jonathan shot me his gap toothed grin and then bound into the middle of the circle, happy at the chance to play.
The game resumed.
“He’s quite eager,” the girl spoke softly.
“Wha- who?” I stammered, not able to find my words.
“The boy you’re with. He’s your brother, right?” she said nodding towards Jonathan.
“Oh yes, Jonathan is my brother,” I responded speaking to me feet.
Stop acting like a silly schoolboy! I screamed internally. Forcing myself to look back up, I saw a wide smile on her face. It gave me back my confidence, so I stood up a bit straighter and cleared my throat.
“My name is Henry Samuel Morley. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”
“Katherine Phillips,” she responded. Motioning towards a bench with her head, she went and sat down. I stood in my spot, not knowing if it had been an invitation or not.
“Do you mind if I sit with you, Miss Phillips?” I asked, pulling off my hat and patting down my hair.
“Oh, please,” she said, blushing at my formality. “You can call me Kate.” Then she cleared her coat off the bench. “Here, have a seat.”
“Thank you,” I said sitting down.
“Hey, no cheating!” yelled the blond boy.
Kate’s head snapped to the side and she frowned at him. “William, don’t be so rude,” she scowled.
“Your brother?” I wondered after the boy had apologized. They both had the same blond hair.
“No. He's my cousin. I am traveling with my Aunt and her family to New York.” Kate looked excited as she finished off her sentence. Unlike me, she must have been happy to leave England.
“Do you have family there?” I asked, continuing the conversation.
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The Junk DrawerRandom
This is a collection of stories that, at the moment, I do not have time to finish. Either I have lost interest in them or I have hit a wall when it comes to writing them. Hopefully I will be able to finish them in the future... This collection also...