Downtime (Cameo)
Oct 23, 2012 16:47:49 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Oct 23, 2012 16:47:49 GMT -5
Her great great grandfather had made it. I come up to lean against the table next to me and look around some more before I actually let me eyes rest on her for a moment and notice her wet eyes. Had she actually been crying? I realize how different Faith is from Noreen, who would suck it all up and not show one bit of emotion if it came to a situation like this. Nonnie was tough and I assumed all girls are like her but of course I know I'm wrong. Most girls would cry, just like Faith.
Her few tears leave some small dark lines on her cheeks, which is another thing I'm not used to. Make up. Noreen was much too poor to be able to afford it but Faith had some on her red eye lashes.
"I like the color of your hair. It's very unusual. I've actually never met anyone with red hair." Not even a dog...I add in my mind. I guess my beard gets a little red when I don't shave every other day. Maybe there is some red head in my line of ancestors, too.
"My grandfather owned a ranch but due to circumstances he had to sell it to a family named Anderson. My dad and my brothers worked on that same ranch ever since and I took over for the past few years when both my dad and Mr. Anderson got too sick or old. We don't own any land or live stock any more, just a small cabin but the Andersons have always been great to me and treated me like their own son. Mr. Anderson even promised me some of the land back when he retires."
The rest of my family history is just as private as whatever happened to her real mother.
For a moment there is a pause between us and I realize I'm still in her home and have no reason to be here. So I straighten my back. "Are you going to be okay now?"
Then I take a step back. "Maybe I'd better be going. I don't want your father to come in and get the wrong idea."
Her few tears leave some small dark lines on her cheeks, which is another thing I'm not used to. Make up. Noreen was much too poor to be able to afford it but Faith had some on her red eye lashes.
"I like the color of your hair. It's very unusual. I've actually never met anyone with red hair." Not even a dog...I add in my mind. I guess my beard gets a little red when I don't shave every other day. Maybe there is some red head in my line of ancestors, too.
"My grandfather owned a ranch but due to circumstances he had to sell it to a family named Anderson. My dad and my brothers worked on that same ranch ever since and I took over for the past few years when both my dad and Mr. Anderson got too sick or old. We don't own any land or live stock any more, just a small cabin but the Andersons have always been great to me and treated me like their own son. Mr. Anderson even promised me some of the land back when he retires."
The rest of my family history is just as private as whatever happened to her real mother.
For a moment there is a pause between us and I realize I'm still in her home and have no reason to be here. So I straighten my back. "Are you going to be okay now?"
Then I take a step back. "Maybe I'd better be going. I don't want your father to come in and get the wrong idea."
