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our French tutor, Gwendolyn. We’ve
ditched her twice this week, and once last week. My father’s going
to skin me alive if I do not learn French.”
     
    “Oh, stop being so honorable, wouldn’t you
rather go swimming?
     
    It is so hot today; I just want to swim all
day long,” I complained, stretching out my legs on the growth of
the tree. “I bet you I can dive off that edge over there and make
it into the middle.”
     
    Tommy gazed down at the water. After looking
over towards Gisleham once more, he headed out towards the brink of
the tree. “All right, but you have to reach the middle, you cannot
cheat like you did last time.”
     
    “I did not cheat. I do not cheat, you big
nincompoop,” I mouthed, crawling on the thin branch, reaching over
to the brim. I then jumped out as high as I could and stiffened my
body up to dive right in the middle. I remembered the water being
refreshingly cool, and instantaneously relaxing my agitation.
Dipping my head under the water, blowing bubbles underneath, I
looked up at the tree and noticed Tommy springing up on his feet,
doing a perfect dive into the lake, missing me by a foot.
     
    Wading my body backwards in the water, Tommy
shot up directly and spat in my face on purpose. “I win.”
     
    I then splashed water into his. “You did not;
you missed me by a horse hair. See,” I showed him, having not moved
an inch. “This is where I landed.”
     
    Tommy rolled his eyes then dipped half his
face back into the water. “Gwendolyn, you always do that,” he
expressed running his hand through his wet hair. “Why can’t I ever
win? You land in one place, but you swim to another.”
     
    “I do not,” I shrieked, splashing water into
his face once again. Tommy then cupped water in his hands and
sloshed liquid into mine. It turned into a competition of spatter
when we heard…
     
    “Enfants? Chulledren? Oh là-bas vous êtes !
There you are!”
     
    “Oh no!” I screamed, “She found us!”
     
    “Hurry,” Tommy shouted, grabbing my shoulder
and directing me towards the other side of the lake. “Let’s swim
back to Wilderbrand, she won’t find us there…”
     
    ~~~~~
     
    Closing her eyes, Gwendolyn finally allowed
the tears to worsen. With so much inundating her, she fell to her
knees, gripping her stomach in heart-breaking agony. Maybe it was
healthful she was there. Maybe it was meant to be…to let go, to
finally release those haunting memoirs of her childhood…and about
him. Burying her head within her lap, Gwendolyn let loose her
lingering misery. Hurling the rest of her body to the ground, she
allowed her head to rest on a soft patch of grass; reopening her
eyes, she looked up at the blue sky and spotted a hawk in the
distance searching for mice. Gwendolyn felt her eyes close for the
last time and continued her liberation. It was good to be
there…good to cry…good to move forward…move on…to start a new
life…with another man…create new memories…close those doors to her
past…forever.
     
    Continuing to weep in the middle of an
overgrown field, Gwendolyn unexpectedly felt the thunderous sounds
of hooves slowly emerging. Sitting up within the saw grass, she
witnessed an approaching horse rapidly startling her. She barely
got out of the way as it circled around and galloped near.
     
    Repositioning her stance Gwendolyn could not
help but notice the woman atop a glorious black mount. The female
was stunning, with exquisite blonde curls encasing her bright blue
eyes. Her burgundy velour riding dress showed iridescent gloss and
shades of purple from the sunlight, her men’s top hat engrossed
roses and trailing muslin. She was poised and graceful, and when
she finally calmed down her horse, Gwendolyn felt intimidated not
only by her beauty, but the woman’s continued scrutiny of her own
examination.
     
    “Who are you? You are trespassing
Madame.”
     
    Gwendolyn was taken-back. Who was she? And
why was she speaking to her in a manner as if