Preparations

Trent. Trent. Trent.

He is all I can think about.

Along with our precious little gift.

It's been six days since I saw Father.

Three days since they set up a meeting.

Trent is coming to see me.

Trent, my beloved Trent.

I gotta look pretty for him.

Gotta make sure he knows I'm getting better.

I'll be recovered in about two months.

Then I can be with Trent.

That's if he wants me.

They come knocking at my door.

"Are you ready Reba?

Trent just arrived. He's waiting for you.

Quite a fine young man he is too."

Oh how my heart quickens just at his name.

I love him, always will.

Let's just hope he still loves me.