Actually Finishing Something in July is over. Here are the final questions.
“Victoria, when you grow up,” mother said, her hand on her daughter’s cheek, “you must always remember that you are a lady. No matter what happens to you, you must act maturely, and with grace and poise. A true lady does not have to be rich in wealth, only in maturity. You will remember that, won’t you, my dear?” ~Victoria
Jeffrey had seen the sight many times, and each time had been horrible, but this time was worse. He knew Albert well.
“Aim,” came the brisk call, and the soldiers in the line lifted their rifles to shoulder height. Albert’s eyes were on the sky.
“Fire!” ~After Four Long Years
After a few minutes, he spoke again. “I don’t understand you.”
She smiled slightly, bitterly. “I could say the same for you.”
He frowned. “You could have let me be killed, but instead you saved me. Why?” ~Friend or Foe?
“John Trevor Skinner, how long has it been since this was last washed?” mother demanded sternly, holding up one of my uniform shirts. Her eyes were solemn but I thought I saw her lips wiggling a little bit, like she was going to laugh.
“Two weeks or so,” I said slowly. ~We Regret To Inform You...
Annie leaned her head against Bernice’s shoulder, closed her eyes to block out thoughts of war and pain and death, and listened the wind and the stream, and Jacob’s voice in her head.
Here in Oregon in my home, Annie. I don’t want to leave it.
Annie scraped her tongue across her teeth. What if he’s left it forever now? ~Time of War, Time of Peace
But today, she might wear something like... this: