![]() 23) A Tragic NoteA Chapter by Kelly M.
It was hard to believe that Kanika was getting married, and in only two months!
Karter was just as happy as she was. His face never expressed a doubt of how much he dearly loved her. "Oh, there's just so much to get ready!" April's mother exclaimed over and over again. "We have no wedding dress yet-- or--" Kanika calmed her down. "I'm going to wear my mother's wedding dress, but I think it may need to be altered some. Would you mind--?" "Why, of course not!" Everything was chaotic, rushed, and fun all at the same time. April sensed the thrill of how Kanika was feeling. She had to force herself to slow down, and begin breathing again. ~*~ "Dear Jenny," I'm sorry it's been a while since I've written. Everything has been chaotic with Kanika's wedding and all. How have you been? Have you still been seeing James? He sounds real nice. Did you say he grew up and went to the same school we did? I wonder why we had never seen him before then. If I'm ever able to visit, I hope to meet him. An answer to your question. No, I don't have any beaus. Will was the first, and, to my reasoning, the very last. I think I'll become an old maid. I've taken up writing, and find myself enjoying it. I write about you, Drew and me. I record our adventures, and foolish antics. And by doing this, I find myself remembering more and more memories. I miss you ever so much, and hope of one day seeing you again! Your friend, April" April read over the letter, and made sure not to cry as she quietly slipped it into an envelope for it to be mailed out. ~*~ "Any mail, mother?" "April," her mother said, setting down her broom. "you asked that yesterday, and the day before that." "I know, and I'm sorry. It's just Drew nor Jenny have written in weeks." Her mother smiled mysteriously, and then pulled out a small envelope. "Well, looks like today someone has," she answered, handing it to her. April smiled to herself, then hurried to her bed. There, in her own privacy, she began ripping it open. Receiving letters-- especially from home-- were what she looked forward to each minute of the day. But she would soon be disappointed for this letter was different. It was short, and scribbled in a quick fashion. "April, Jenny is terribly sick. Please come home. I'm afraid she won't make it. Drew" April read it over again, not believing her eyes. The last time Jenny had written she had sounded fine. What sickness could she have? Certainly it wasn't serious-- or was it? © 2012 Kelly M.Author's Note
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