Page 25 of If The Fates Allow
thanked them both sincerely
she hugged her sisters close
knowing they loved her dearly
But the final one
their brother most severe
handsome and charming
never having a fear
He spoke soft and swift
in the deep, dark night
I will care for you always
but we will have to fight
Whatever do you mean
asked his sisters with concern
for they knew all too well
how his darkness could churn
Tie up loose ends
that’s what we must do
for once that is done,
we can take care of you
And so, on that Christmas Eve night
the Fairweather children huddled in tight
making oaths and promises to each other
speaking things best not heard by their father or mother
They would stay the course
and escape somehow
perhaps one day
if the fates allow
Goodness, that was atrocious. However, the day it was written had been a special one where Willa finally understood how much her siblings loved her. The four of them had snuggled together on her bed, makinggrandiose plans for the future as she recovered from an attack. Cal had been so serious about it all, ready to do whatever he needed to get her help. Some of the ideas he had put forth were quite terrifying, but back then he was known to occasionally use the most dastardly methods to gain what he wanted.
Thankfully, he eventually grew out of that phase; otherwise, who knows what type of man he would have become.
Tucking the paper back into the book, Willa settled on her lounger and began to read. However, somewhere around Ebenezer’s visit from the Ghost of Christmas Present, Willa’s eyes grew heavy. Not sleeping well had become a theme in her life. Between the occasional singing which continued to plague her nights, albeit much less now, and her quite improper dreams of Noah, she was hardly getting any rest.
