The Rose Trust Part 3
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She was smiling as she reached the middle of
the room. She turned slightly and began to dip
and twirl in small slow circles. She stepped
lightly, gracefully, around the sitting room,
into the kitchen, down the hall, back again.
She danced till her knees grew weak, and then
she dropped into the armchair and slept.
At a quarter past six, Sophie awoke with a
start. Someone was knocking on the back door
this time. It was Mrs. Mason.
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"Hello, Sophie," Mrs. Mason said.
"How are you? I knocked at five and was
a little worried when you didn't come. Were
you napping?" She chattered as she wiped
her snowy boots on the welcome mat and stepped
"I just hate snow, don't you? The radio
says we might have six inches by midnight, but
you can never trust them, you know. Do you remember
last winter when they predicted four inches,
and we had twenty-one? Twenty-one! And they
said we'd have a mild winter this year. Ha!
I don't think it's been over zero in weeks.
Do you know my oil bill was $263 last month?
For my little house!"
Sophie was only half-listening. She had remembered
the roses suddenly and was turning hot with
shame. The empty flower box was behind her on
the kitchen table. What would she say to Mrs.
"I don't know how much longer I can keep
paying the bills. If only Alfred, God bless
him, had been as careful with money as your
Joseph. Joseph! Oh, good heavens! I almost forgot
about the roses."
Sophie's cheeks burned. She began to stammer
an apology, stepping aside to reveal the empty
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"Oh, good," Mrs. Mason interrupted.
"You put the roses in water. Then you saw
the card. I hope it didn't startle you to see
Joseph's handwriting. Joseph had asked me to
bring you the roses the first year, so I could
explain for him. He didn't want to alarm you.
His 'Rose Trust,' I think he called it. He arranged
it with the florist last April. Such a good
man, your Joseph..."
But Sophie had stopped listening. Her heart
was pounding as she picked up the small white
envelope she had missed earlier. It had been
lying beside the flower box all this time. With
trembling hands, she removed the card.
"To my sunshine," it said. "I
love you with all my heart. Try to be happy
when you think of me. Love, Joe."
By Alicia von Stamwitz
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