Lockets and Baseball Gloves, Part 2

When we last left our heroine, Elizabeth, her brother was asking if she knew why his glove was out in the rain.

"Do you know why it was out in the rain?"
    Elizabeth turned red, "Wh-Why, do you think I did it?" She hid her face in her book.
    "Well, I was just asking," he replied. "I didn't think you would leave it out." He turned to his younger brother, "Harry, do you know?"
    "No, but I'm terribly sorry it's ruined."
    "I don't know," called Susan from the kitchen, "Maybe you should ask Helen."
    "Helen didn't do it," replied Harry, her twin.
    "Well," John sighed, "maybe it was just an accident."
    You need to tell him, the quiet voice commanded, You've felt miserable all day.
    If you tell him, whispered the tempter, He'll be really mad at you, and you'll have to pay for it.
    You'll feel much better if you do, replied her conscience.
    Thus the battle went inside of Elizabeth. She knew her conscience was right; she felt terrible.
    That night, Elizabeth was in her room reading-or trying to read-her book. All of a sudden she thought, Where's my locket? It's always around my neck. Maybe the clasp broke on the chain, and it fell off?
    She ran out of the room, "Has anyone seen my locket?" she called. She asked Harry and Helen, Susan, and Mother and Dad.
    Then she went into John's room. He was looking at his glove when something fell out of it.
    John picked it up.
    "My locket!" Elizabeth gasped. "It must've fallen in the glove when..." she stopped short.
    "Here," said John, handing it to her, "I wonder how it got there?"
    Elizabeth burst into tears, "It-It's my fault. I was upset that you ripped my special apron, so I-I-I tore your new glove and left it out in the rain. My locket must've fallen off my neck when I was messing with it," Elizabeth sobbed, "I-I'm sorry, do you forgive me?"
    "Yes," replied John, "I'm sorry I ripped your apron, I didn't mean to."
    Elizabeth felt like an enormous load was lifted off her shoulders. She felt free!!!!!
    "I forgive you," she replied.


                                                                      The End


I should be back later this month or the next to tell you another story. I'll give you a teaser...

Susan's Art Project
Susan has been assigned an art project for school and she is terribly excited about it. But is anything safe from the ever-prying hands of Helen and Harry??

Welcome! Lockets and Baseball Gloves, Part 1

I am here to say, Welcome to My Third Blog! I was originally going to have a page on my main blog that told stories of the Parker Family, but I decided that it would be better as a blog. So here it is! And here is the first part of the first story in the Parker Family Chronicle, Lockets and Baseball Gloves:

Lockets and Baseball Gloves

    Elizabeth pulled the dishes out of the cupboard. It was her turn to set the table for supper. She usually didn't mind; it gave her time to think about different things.
    But today she wanted anything but time to think. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the baseball glove out in the rain with the beautiful leather all torn up.
    John started it, Elizabeth thought. No, you know he didn't rip your special apron on purpose, said her conscience.
    Sure he did, whispered the tempter, John deserves to have a ruined baseball glove.
    You need to tell him, the quiet little voice encouraged.
    "Elizabeth! Why are you standing there?" Mother asked, "It's almost time for supper. Set the table!"
    Just then, John walked in the door.
    "Dad," he said, "that baseball glove I got for my birthday is great! It fits almost perfectly!"
    Elizabeth almost dropped the cups she was holding. If he knew...she thought.
    "Well, son," replied Dad, "I'm glad you like it. Make sure you take good care of it."
    This is too much, thought Elizabeth. Suddenly, she heard a clatter. She looked down; she had dropped all the forks she was carrying.
    "Rinse them off with hot water," Mother commanded, "And please," in a kind tone, "watch what you're doing."
    "Yes, Mother," she replied, sullenly.
    "And the leather is so nice and soft," continued John. "All the boys at church say it's the nicest glove they've seen."
    "Yes," Dad agreed, "it should last a long time."
    Elizabeth knew that if she had been holding anything that time, it, too, would have gone clattering on the floor. She knew her stomach had almost hit the floor.
    When they all sat down for supper, Elizabeth asked, "May I be excused? I feel sick. Can I lay down?"
    Mother looked with concern at Elizabeth, "This is your favorite meal. Are you sure?"
    "Oh, yes," Elizabeth nodded, "If I didn't feel so bad, I'd gladly eat my favorite meal."
    "I guess so," replied Mother, "I hope you feel better."
    Elizabeth turned and ran upstairs.
    The next afternoon, Elizabeth didn't feel much better. She sat on the couch reading when John came running in from outside.
    "I finally found it," he said, a little tremulously.
    "Found what?" asked Elizabeth.
    "My glove, but it-it's ruined."
    "I-I'm sorry," stammered Elizabeth.
    "Do you know why it was out in the rain?"

To be continued...