The Fire is Burning
Oh, darling. I have quite an incredible story to tell you. Would you like to hear it? Well. It was one lovely winter, and I was staying at the cabin out by Newfeld Grove. You know the one. It had been a beautiful season up until that point. Not too cold. It was the same winter in which Margaret had had her baby - the first grandbaby and my little niece, that beautiful little Sasha. Oh, she had such wonder. I hoped that she and her husband were doing well. Margaret would write from me to time to time, bugging me about how she had to move out of state and was missing her poor sister who was still at home with Mummy. Ah, but, had she known what a romance we were striking up at home, she shan't have felt such pity for me. After all, I am her younger sister. What did she expect of a girl only just out of high school?
