Meanwhile, Vincent with his head in his hands, sat contemplating all Catherine was going through alone.
He then opened his journal, and he took up his quill, wanting to express all the guilt, and lonesome grief he was feeling, however, the words would not come to him. Words that could translate and depict the heartache which came from hurting Catherine as he had, and the pain of being separated by so very many miles and miles of winding roads, mountains, and sky.
Thoughtfully he stood, put down his pen, and slowly, he walked over to his books, and out of the selection he chose his book of Sonnets.
He flipped through the familiar pages, searching for a particular Sonnet, and he read instead of composing his own, the words that Shakespeare had written to express such lonesome pain. He read:
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
As Vincent closed the book's cover, he left his home chamber, and walked to his remote hideaway chamber, wanting to be where he and Catherine were so close, wanting to be in the place where the things between them had been uncomplicated, perfect and pure.
And hoped when he did hear from Peter, he would tell him Catherine forgave him, and all was right once more.
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Meanwhile, down in Florida, Catherine worriedly approached the Nurse's station, and said she was Charles Chandler's daughter, and asked how her father was.
Since the night nurse had just come on duty, she had not yet had a chance to acclimate herself with the list of patients on her floor.
And so she read down the list of names and frowned as she asked, "Charles Chandler? I don't see a Charles...we do have a Chas. Chandler...oh wait, yes, that could be an abbreviation for Charles uh? Yes, here we are! Chas. is in Room 412.
The nurse then relayed the notes on his chart, stating they had pumped his stomach, and ruled conclusively that he did have food poisoning, but he was really doing quite well. She also informed Catherine he was now sleeping peacefully in his room.
So happy and relieved to hear this news, Catherine replied, "So he will be all right?"
Saying he would, the nurse kindly said, "So because of the sedation, he of course is out of it. Says here he may be released after the doctor sees him in the a.m. and gives an Okay."
The nurse offered Catherine the option to sit and wait in his room for him to wake up, or just come back in the morning, cautioning, "He just may sleep straight through the night."
To which Catherine vehemently explained she would not be leaving her Dad's side.
The nurse warmly nodded, fully understanding Catherine's stance, and then kindly offered to order a cot which would be brought into her Father's room, that way she could get some rest too.
Catherine accepted to the nurse's offer, saying that would be very nice, and she would appreciate her help with this order very much.
Saying she would be happy to help, the nurse then remembered being told, there was a message she needed to give Chas. Chandler's daughter when she arrived.
The Nurse then anxiously called out to Catherine and said, "Oh yes, just a moment, I have a note here somewhere for you from a Vernon, Your friend Peter called wanting to pass this along to you directly, but you were not here yet, so June, the nurse who was on duty before me, took the message."
Catherine tipped her head questionably and said, "Hmm, Vernon? I don't think I know a Vernon."
As the nurse picked up the note she giddily corrected herself and said, "I meant to say Vincent. Dear me, I don't do well with names as you can tell!"
Catherine nodded a quick thank you, and excitedly read the message Peter was relaying to her from Vincent through June the day nurse. And so she disappointedly read,
Dear Cathy,
I have an urgent message from Vincent. He wrote:
Dearest Catherine,
I have had time to see things clearer now
and know I was definitively right and you were wrong.
Please send my best to your Father and tell him I wish him well.
SincerelyVincent
Call me kiddo, as soon as you get in, no matter how late.
Love Peter
As the tears welled up in her eyes, she felt her heart break all over again.
Vincent has not changed his mind about their relationship, and it astounded her, that he wanted to include such a painful subject, along with a good well wish for her Dad in a message!
Catherine had hoped by now he would have regretted his decision, and would want her back in his life too, just as she wanted him. But no, this note indicated he still felt he was right.
As Catherine then sadly looked up at the nurse to thank her, and though Peter asked her to call, she noticed the time, and decided she would let Peter sleep.
But, because Uncle Douggy and Aunt Elaine made her promise to call the moment she learned anything, she did place a call to them, and happily put their minds at ease.
And though it took much convincing, Catherine got them to agree to stay put, promising to call again in the morning.
And after she hung up the phone, because she was anxious to see her Dad, she informatively told the nurse, "I will go see my Dad now."
As Catherine gingerly walked inside her Dad's room, she looked down at him sleeping. He seemed to look no worse for the wear, but the nagging reoccurring thought kept coming back to her, "What if he had died?"
This thought was unbearable to her, because she knew then, she would truly be alone in this world, left only with her memories of a happy life, and with her dreams of how she wanted her life to be with Vincent.
And so alone in the darkened hospital room, Catherine stood beside her Dad, and as the tears silently flowed, she thanked God he was going to be all right.
Just then, an Orderly came into the room, to set up the cot for her, catching Catherine emotionally off guard.
And so Catherine discreetly wiped the tears from her cheeks, before she turned around, and politely thanked him.
As he walked out of the room, she followed behind him, and closed the door for privacy.
Alone once more, she freely cried, and as she unfolded the hospital blanket, she settled in on the cot next to her Dad's bed, and she laid there, watching him breathe. The rhythmic motion mesmerized and relaxed her, and somehow, even with all of her heartache, and dreaded thoughts, she managed to mercifully fall asleep too.
About an hour later, the nurse peaked in to tell Catherine she had a phone call. When she found her asleep, she smiled in an awing manner, and went back to the phone and told Peter, "I am sorry, she is asleep in a cot beside her Dad. Poor thing. She looked so distraught! If you want my advice, I would let her sleep!"
She then answered Peter's next inquiry, assuring him that yes, she had given Catherine his note, but she didn't make a request to respond to it or anything, she just wanted to go see her Dad.
Peter let out an exasperated breath unsure of what to do, knowing Vincent was waiting to hear from him!
The nurse overheard Peter's anxiety laden breath, mistaking it for an expression of impatience! She then sternly challenged, "It is late! Surely whatever it is you want, can wait until morning can't it?"
To which upon realizing he may have appeared rude, Peter admittedly said he supposed it could, but to please tell Catherine when she wakes up, that no matter what time it is, she is to call him...immediately!
The nurse agreed, and as they hung up she was called away on a Code Blue! A case that took her to the end of her shift, unable to pass Peter's last message onto Catherine.
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Since Peter knew Vincent would be waiting to hear from him, he reluctantly sent a generic message, stating he had not had the chance to talk to Catherine yet, but does know she arrived in Florida safely and was with her Dad. He strongly advised Vincent he should get some rest as he would not be talking to her till tomorrow.
Feeling a bit helpless in his situation, Vincent approached the small writing table within this chamber, and stood before the Cupid and Psyche statuettes, the one that was his, which he was going to give to Catherine...and the other one, Catherine had left there for him.
The candles flickering flame reflected on them, enhancing the curves and the lines of the lovers.
Vincent so admired their beauty, and the loving passion they so freely and beautifully represented. He sadly reached out to touch them, and as he felt the cold smoothness of the marble they were carved from, a tear ran down his cheek, remembering the warm soft embraces of Catherine...
He then sadly snuffed out the candles flame, and set out to rest in his home chamber.
The next morning, Vincent met his Father to escort him to breakfast. They traveled slowly and solemnly, as Vincent informed Jacob, he had not heard anything new from Peter as yet.
Stopping before entering the Dining Hall, Jacob took a moment to assure Vincent, knowing Catherine, to be the loving kind girl she was, he was certain she will forgive him.
Hoping this was so, Vincent nodded in affirmation, and they both continued on into the Hall.
And because the children were waiting, at the first sight of Jacob, Rolley raised his arms, and directed the children to begin singing!
To which they commenced to gleefully sing the song they had written for him, to the tune of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow"...and it went:
For Father's returned to the Tunnels
Father's returned to the tunnels
Father's returned to the tunnels
So no more mischief and fun
For Father's come home to the Tunnels
Father's come home to the tunnels
Father's come home to the tunnels
and we're glad his trip is done!
Standing, feeling quite welcomed, Jacob laughingly clapped his hands together, and when the song was done, said, "Children, another song, my, my! You must consider putting out an album soon!"
And thinking to carry the joking a bit further, Jacob added, "Perhaps you could be called "The Tunnel's Youth Choir" under the direction of musical savant, Rolley!"
In response to Jacob's remark, everyone laughingly agreed, and as Jacob patted Rolley on the back, Rolley humbly bowed his head, and laughed too.
And so it was Kipper who first went up to Father, and hugging him, he said, "Welcome home Father. We really didn't get into mischief while you were gone, not too much any way."
Lovingly, Jacob tousled the boy's hair, and said, "Good boy Kipper, good boy. Oh by the way, I do hope to finish that game of chess later on today, which we started before I left for my holiday. So sorry we were waylaid once again."
Upon hearing this news, Kipper beamed, as he looked up at Jacob, and said, "That will be good Father, and I know you couldn't help it...Mary said it was important for you to stick to Peter like glue, till you felt better."
Looking over at Mary, Jacob smiled, and then back to Kipper and said, "Quite right, twas Doctor's orders...quite right."
The rest of the children took their turns hugging, and welcoming Jacob back home, and it was then Jacob announced, "Later on today children, you must all come to my chamber, I have something I wish to give to each and everyone of you. A little surprise I suppose you might say!"
All the children clapped, and squealed with glee, and then William stood with arms folded, instructing everyone to sit down before their breakfast got cold!
Everyone listened to Jacob's recitation of his Morning Petition of Thanks, and Mary intently listened too, as she sat to Jacob's right.
And so as food was passed, and conversations were initiated, it seemed everyone wanted to know different aspects of Jacob's trip.
With stars in her eyes, Jamie asked Jacob how his airplane ride was this time.
To which Jacob answered, that it was much more pleasant, since he was traveling with his friends, and also because the circumstances were different this time too. Jacob then shared, how he, Peter and Charles were looked after very nicely, by a Flight attendant, who served them food and beverages.
And before he was finished talking about the flight, Mouse butted in, to eagerly ask if he saw any dolphins! As Jacob then turned to Mouse, he told him, he had not seen a dolphin, however he did see a sand crab crawling across the beach!
It was then, Rebecca asked about the weather, and Jacob thoughtfully said, "The weather was very warm, and quite delightful...and the sunset over the ocean, was breathtaking, just breathtaking..."
Upon hearing Jacob talk so fondly about the weather, and scenery, Olivia concernedly asked, "Did you hate to leave so soon Father?"
To which Jacob truthfully, and warmly said, "I have my memories, and if truth be told, as lovely as it was there in Florida..."
He then looked at each and everyone at the table, before settling on a downcast Mary, and continued, "...it is wonderful to be back home."
Bolstered, Mary looked upward, and with a relieved smile, to hear that ultimately, Jacob was happy to be home, she cleared her voice of emotion, and politely asked, "More tea Father?"
To which Jacob looked back at her, and soundly said, "Yes, thank you Mary."
With misted eyes, Mary poured Jacob his tea, and as she set the Tea Pot back down, she sweetly said, "You are most welcome Father."
Meanwhile, although Vincent listened to his Father's tales, he sat silent, and because of his and Catherine's altercation, he somehow felt...felt set apart from everyone now...
And so, as Vincent looked about the Dining Hall, he listened to all the nondescript cheerful banter, observing all the people he loved, interact with one another, marveling how they did so, without any self-consciousness at all.
How Vincent missed that feeling of just being, a feeling he once owned before he met Catherine.
Yes, its true...Vincent did own it, and did so without any cognizant, analytical effort. But all this self introspection has destroyed it...and how he longed for the capability to uphold this feeling again.
Vincent knew, somehow he will have to find that place in his heart, in order to relate to Catherine on the plane where she stood. Above all judgment, where only love has vision, and reigns over all else.
It was then, that Mary's voice penetrated his thoughts, as she soothingly said, "I am sure you will hear from Peter soon Vincent, and he will have good news for you about Catherine."
And because Jacob was also aware of his son's introspection, he lovingly touched his troubled son's hand, saying he thought so too.
And though Vincent appreciated Mary's encouraging words, and his Father's touch, Vincent could not respond, and only silently looked downward, feeling surreal, suspended in time, and would remain so, until he heard something from Catherine.
To be continued
Chapter Ten
He then opened his journal, and he took up his quill, wanting to express all the guilt, and lonesome grief he was feeling, however, the words would not come to him. Words that could translate and depict the heartache which came from hurting Catherine as he had, and the pain of being separated by so very many miles and miles of winding roads, mountains, and sky.
Thoughtfully he stood, put down his pen, and slowly, he walked over to his books, and out of the selection he chose his book of Sonnets.
He flipped through the familiar pages, searching for a particular Sonnet, and he read instead of composing his own, the words that Shakespeare had written to express such lonesome pain. He read:
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
As Vincent closed the book's cover, he left his home chamber, and walked to his remote hideaway chamber, wanting to be where he and Catherine were so close, wanting to be in the place where the things between them had been uncomplicated, perfect and pure.
And hoped when he did hear from Peter, he would tell him Catherine forgave him, and all was right once more.
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Meanwhile, down in Florida, Catherine worriedly approached the Nurse's station, and said she was Charles Chandler's daughter, and asked how her father was.
Since the night nurse had just come on duty, she had not yet had a chance to acclimate herself with the list of patients on her floor.
And so she read down the list of names and frowned as she asked, "Charles Chandler? I don't see a Charles...we do have a Chas. Chandler...oh wait, yes, that could be an abbreviation for Charles uh? Yes, here we are! Chas. is in Room 412.
The nurse then relayed the notes on his chart, stating they had pumped his stomach, and ruled conclusively that he did have food poisoning, but he was really doing quite well. She also informed Catherine he was now sleeping peacefully in his room.
So happy and relieved to hear this news, Catherine replied, "So he will be all right?"
Saying he would, the nurse kindly said, "So because of the sedation, he of course is out of it. Says here he may be released after the doctor sees him in the a.m. and gives an Okay."
The nurse offered Catherine the option to sit and wait in his room for him to wake up, or just come back in the morning, cautioning, "He just may sleep straight through the night."
To which Catherine vehemently explained she would not be leaving her Dad's side.
The nurse warmly nodded, fully understanding Catherine's stance, and then kindly offered to order a cot which would be brought into her Father's room, that way she could get some rest too.
Catherine accepted to the nurse's offer, saying that would be very nice, and she would appreciate her help with this order very much.
Saying she would be happy to help, the nurse then remembered being told, there was a message she needed to give Chas. Chandler's daughter when she arrived.
The Nurse then anxiously called out to Catherine and said, "Oh yes, just a moment, I have a note here somewhere for you from a Vernon, Your friend Peter called wanting to pass this along to you directly, but you were not here yet, so June, the nurse who was on duty before me, took the message."
Catherine tipped her head questionably and said, "Hmm, Vernon? I don't think I know a Vernon."
As the nurse picked up the note she giddily corrected herself and said, "I meant to say Vincent. Dear me, I don't do well with names as you can tell!"
Catherine nodded a quick thank you, and excitedly read the message Peter was relaying to her from Vincent through June the day nurse. And so she disappointedly read,
Dear Cathy,
I have an urgent message from Vincent. He wrote:
Dearest Catherine,
I have had time to see things clearer now
and know I was definitively right and you were wrong.
Please send my best to your Father and tell him I wish him well.
SincerelyVincent
Call me kiddo, as soon as you get in, no matter how late.
Love Peter
As the tears welled up in her eyes, she felt her heart break all over again.
Vincent has not changed his mind about their relationship, and it astounded her, that he wanted to include such a painful subject, along with a good well wish for her Dad in a message!
Catherine had hoped by now he would have regretted his decision, and would want her back in his life too, just as she wanted him. But no, this note indicated he still felt he was right.
As Catherine then sadly looked up at the nurse to thank her, and though Peter asked her to call, she noticed the time, and decided she would let Peter sleep.
But, because Uncle Douggy and Aunt Elaine made her promise to call the moment she learned anything, she did place a call to them, and happily put their minds at ease.
And though it took much convincing, Catherine got them to agree to stay put, promising to call again in the morning.
And after she hung up the phone, because she was anxious to see her Dad, she informatively told the nurse, "I will go see my Dad now."
As Catherine gingerly walked inside her Dad's room, she looked down at him sleeping. He seemed to look no worse for the wear, but the nagging reoccurring thought kept coming back to her, "What if he had died?"
This thought was unbearable to her, because she knew then, she would truly be alone in this world, left only with her memories of a happy life, and with her dreams of how she wanted her life to be with Vincent.
And so alone in the darkened hospital room, Catherine stood beside her Dad, and as the tears silently flowed, she thanked God he was going to be all right.
Just then, an Orderly came into the room, to set up the cot for her, catching Catherine emotionally off guard.
And so Catherine discreetly wiped the tears from her cheeks, before she turned around, and politely thanked him.
As he walked out of the room, she followed behind him, and closed the door for privacy.
Alone once more, she freely cried, and as she unfolded the hospital blanket, she settled in on the cot next to her Dad's bed, and she laid there, watching him breathe. The rhythmic motion mesmerized and relaxed her, and somehow, even with all of her heartache, and dreaded thoughts, she managed to mercifully fall asleep too.
About an hour later, the nurse peaked in to tell Catherine she had a phone call. When she found her asleep, she smiled in an awing manner, and went back to the phone and told Peter, "I am sorry, she is asleep in a cot beside her Dad. Poor thing. She looked so distraught! If you want my advice, I would let her sleep!"
She then answered Peter's next inquiry, assuring him that yes, she had given Catherine his note, but she didn't make a request to respond to it or anything, she just wanted to go see her Dad.
Peter let out an exasperated breath unsure of what to do, knowing Vincent was waiting to hear from him!
The nurse overheard Peter's anxiety laden breath, mistaking it for an expression of impatience! She then sternly challenged, "It is late! Surely whatever it is you want, can wait until morning can't it?"
To which upon realizing he may have appeared rude, Peter admittedly said he supposed it could, but to please tell Catherine when she wakes up, that no matter what time it is, she is to call him...immediately!
The nurse agreed, and as they hung up she was called away on a Code Blue! A case that took her to the end of her shift, unable to pass Peter's last message onto Catherine.
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Since Peter knew Vincent would be waiting to hear from him, he reluctantly sent a generic message, stating he had not had the chance to talk to Catherine yet, but does know she arrived in Florida safely and was with her Dad. He strongly advised Vincent he should get some rest as he would not be talking to her till tomorrow.
Feeling a bit helpless in his situation, Vincent approached the small writing table within this chamber, and stood before the Cupid and Psyche statuettes, the one that was his, which he was going to give to Catherine...and the other one, Catherine had left there for him.
The candles flickering flame reflected on them, enhancing the curves and the lines of the lovers.
Vincent so admired their beauty, and the loving passion they so freely and beautifully represented. He sadly reached out to touch them, and as he felt the cold smoothness of the marble they were carved from, a tear ran down his cheek, remembering the warm soft embraces of Catherine...
He then sadly snuffed out the candles flame, and set out to rest in his home chamber.
The next morning, Vincent met his Father to escort him to breakfast. They traveled slowly and solemnly, as Vincent informed Jacob, he had not heard anything new from Peter as yet.
Stopping before entering the Dining Hall, Jacob took a moment to assure Vincent, knowing Catherine, to be the loving kind girl she was, he was certain she will forgive him.
Hoping this was so, Vincent nodded in affirmation, and they both continued on into the Hall.
And because the children were waiting, at the first sight of Jacob, Rolley raised his arms, and directed the children to begin singing!
To which they commenced to gleefully sing the song they had written for him, to the tune of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow"...and it went:
For Father's returned to the Tunnels
Father's returned to the tunnels
Father's returned to the tunnels
So no more mischief and fun
For Father's come home to the Tunnels
Father's come home to the tunnels
Father's come home to the tunnels
and we're glad his trip is done!
Standing, feeling quite welcomed, Jacob laughingly clapped his hands together, and when the song was done, said, "Children, another song, my, my! You must consider putting out an album soon!"
And thinking to carry the joking a bit further, Jacob added, "Perhaps you could be called "The Tunnel's Youth Choir" under the direction of musical savant, Rolley!"
In response to Jacob's remark, everyone laughingly agreed, and as Jacob patted Rolley on the back, Rolley humbly bowed his head, and laughed too.
And so it was Kipper who first went up to Father, and hugging him, he said, "Welcome home Father. We really didn't get into mischief while you were gone, not too much any way."
Lovingly, Jacob tousled the boy's hair, and said, "Good boy Kipper, good boy. Oh by the way, I do hope to finish that game of chess later on today, which we started before I left for my holiday. So sorry we were waylaid once again."
Upon hearing this news, Kipper beamed, as he looked up at Jacob, and said, "That will be good Father, and I know you couldn't help it...Mary said it was important for you to stick to Peter like glue, till you felt better."
Looking over at Mary, Jacob smiled, and then back to Kipper and said, "Quite right, twas Doctor's orders...quite right."
The rest of the children took their turns hugging, and welcoming Jacob back home, and it was then Jacob announced, "Later on today children, you must all come to my chamber, I have something I wish to give to each and everyone of you. A little surprise I suppose you might say!"
All the children clapped, and squealed with glee, and then William stood with arms folded, instructing everyone to sit down before their breakfast got cold!
Everyone listened to Jacob's recitation of his Morning Petition of Thanks, and Mary intently listened too, as she sat to Jacob's right.
And so as food was passed, and conversations were initiated, it seemed everyone wanted to know different aspects of Jacob's trip.
With stars in her eyes, Jamie asked Jacob how his airplane ride was this time.
To which Jacob answered, that it was much more pleasant, since he was traveling with his friends, and also because the circumstances were different this time too. Jacob then shared, how he, Peter and Charles were looked after very nicely, by a Flight attendant, who served them food and beverages.
And before he was finished talking about the flight, Mouse butted in, to eagerly ask if he saw any dolphins! As Jacob then turned to Mouse, he told him, he had not seen a dolphin, however he did see a sand crab crawling across the beach!
It was then, Rebecca asked about the weather, and Jacob thoughtfully said, "The weather was very warm, and quite delightful...and the sunset over the ocean, was breathtaking, just breathtaking..."
Upon hearing Jacob talk so fondly about the weather, and scenery, Olivia concernedly asked, "Did you hate to leave so soon Father?"
To which Jacob truthfully, and warmly said, "I have my memories, and if truth be told, as lovely as it was there in Florida..."
He then looked at each and everyone at the table, before settling on a downcast Mary, and continued, "...it is wonderful to be back home."
Bolstered, Mary looked upward, and with a relieved smile, to hear that ultimately, Jacob was happy to be home, she cleared her voice of emotion, and politely asked, "More tea Father?"
To which Jacob looked back at her, and soundly said, "Yes, thank you Mary."
With misted eyes, Mary poured Jacob his tea, and as she set the Tea Pot back down, she sweetly said, "You are most welcome Father."
Meanwhile, although Vincent listened to his Father's tales, he sat silent, and because of his and Catherine's altercation, he somehow felt...felt set apart from everyone now...
And so, as Vincent looked about the Dining Hall, he listened to all the nondescript cheerful banter, observing all the people he loved, interact with one another, marveling how they did so, without any self-consciousness at all.
How Vincent missed that feeling of just being, a feeling he once owned before he met Catherine.
Yes, its true...Vincent did own it, and did so without any cognizant, analytical effort. But all this self introspection has destroyed it...and how he longed for the capability to uphold this feeling again.
Vincent knew, somehow he will have to find that place in his heart, in order to relate to Catherine on the plane where she stood. Above all judgment, where only love has vision, and reigns over all else.
It was then, that Mary's voice penetrated his thoughts, as she soothingly said, "I am sure you will hear from Peter soon Vincent, and he will have good news for you about Catherine."
And because Jacob was also aware of his son's introspection, he lovingly touched his troubled son's hand, saying he thought so too.
And though Vincent appreciated Mary's encouraging words, and his Father's touch, Vincent could not respond, and only silently looked downward, feeling surreal, suspended in time, and would remain so, until he heard something from Catherine.
To be continued
Chapter Ten
| Master of my Heart! By Sharon Holtz Chapter Nine ___________________________________ |
