Flight of the Monarch

Mrs. Sommers snatched it from her hand as Hayley's smile faded.

"Why is it YOU were looking for THIS?" Mrs.

Sommers' nostrils were flaring.

"I explained to your servant that Miss Hawthorn left it behind."

Mrs. Sommers opened the book to its center.

Hayley's eyes widened. "It is a diary, Mrs. Sommers."

"I can see it is a diary. Did Miss Hawthorn write in this diary while she was working for me?" She looked down her nose and briskly closed the book.

"I am sure she had many interesting things to put to pen while she was employed here."

Hayley reached for the book and held it between her fingers. Mrs. Sommers did not loosen her grip on it. "Of course, diaries are private, but it would be interesting to know what kind of tripe she has written."

Hayley gave the journal a slight tug and found the taking much easier. She did not wait for a response, but nearly laughed at the sour expression on the stern woman's face. She walked down the hallway toward the staircase, but she wished she could run. Holding her breath as she continued to walk, Mrs. Sommers spoke.

"Miss Lawrence?" Her voice was like a cat's meow.

Hayley turned around.

You tell Miss Hawthorn to be more careful what she leaves in my house"

"Yes Ma'am." Hayley ran down the stairs, and out of the house.

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As Hayley walked home, she thought of the note she had left for Austin. It read: Austin, It is urgent that I speak with you. Please meet me at our favorite spot tomorrow at noon.

Hayley She wondered how long it would take him to find the note. Hayley liked who Austin was. He was strong in stature, yet gentle in nature. Confident, without being prideful; he had a sense of humor, which allowed him to find redeeming value in negative situations. Austin would speak of his mother in such a way that Hayley knew he did not agree with the way she treated others, or most of her social and religious opinions. Regardless of that fact, Austin would always speak positively about her.