Finally here’s the second chapter. This started out as a short piece, but mutated into a full flown story.
Chapter Two: Not So Secret Romance.
With that last word she closed her diary and locked it again, returning it to its hiding place under her pillow.
She saw that Eleanor was starting to stir, and she quickly covered herself with the blanket and pretended to be asleep. Eleanor looked over at Jeanette’s bed. She was careful not to make a sound. Eleanor just stood there and studied her for a moment before turning to walk away. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Eleanor left the room.
Did she know something? Jeanette wondered. Suddenly she was becoming paranoid. Did it matter if the others knew about her and Simon? After all that time they spent on the island together, and even if he did think he was someone else, it was still her Simon. Right?
In the kitchen Eleanor found Theodore already hard at work. He had already mixed the milk and eggs for the French toast and turned on the burner ready with a skillet in hand.
“Good morning, Theodore,” Eleanor said softly. “Do you need some help?”
“Sure, Elli,” Theodore said as he dropped the bread in the skillet. “Could you get some sausages out of the refrigerator?”
“Sure thing,” she said and retrieved the sausages and hopped up on the stool next to his.
“Be careful not to burn yourself, Ellie,” Theodore said as Eleanor turned on the second burner.
“Don’t worry,” she said as he handed her another skillet. “I won’t. Mmmmm… this is going to be one yummy breakfast.”
“I hope so,” he said, but he was a little distracted and almost burned the toast.
“Theodore, is there something on your mind?” Eleanor asked.
“No, not really,” he said as he flipped the toast. “It’s just that Simon was acting a little funny this morning.”
“So was Jeanette,” Eleanor said. “She was pretending to be asleep, but I know she was awake. It’s not like her to act that way, so I wonder…”
“Wonder what?” Theodore asked.
“Well, I wonder if they’re up to something,” Eleanor said, readjusting the heat on the burner.
Theodore laughed at that. “Simon? Up to something? I don’t think so. That’s more Alvin’s department. But just maybe…”
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