Snippet #1901984

Susan kept closely behind Rosie, she getting acquainted with her beloved family and house. It was a true loving sight for Susan, somehow, feeling strangely close to Rosie's family.... Susan never really had a family who were close with one another, most of her family worrying about their own riches, pettily.... Ugh! For a minute, Susan hated the thought of her family but she then knew that they were the only family she had who raised her and made her the "tough cookie" she was today, so she had to give them some "props".

Susan sighed discontentedly, continuing to remain quiet.... Then she heard someone cursing outside, using all of the profanity that they could think of within the "cursing dictionary". Who could have been that? "Now who the hell thinks that there too much better then everyone else that they can just go around and yell!", Rosie's father spoke up loudly, annoyed heavily. Susan couldn't help but secretly bare a grin on her delicate baby-doll porcelain face, she stifling the urge to giggle. Rosie's mother tried to calm down her husband, whispering to him to cool it.

Could Susan's day get any better then that? She didn't know but she surely wanted to find out, Rosie walking over to the window peering out the lace curtain... "Daddy, James is out there", she announced, quickly identifying the mystery person who was cursing loudly. Who was James? He seemed like a brute solider who had a tough air about him.... This made Susan arch her thinly trimmed eyebrows in amused curiosity. Susan wanting to see this man in person now, went with Rosie to the front door as she opened it, they walking on the large front porch together.

"Hello James! I haven't seen you in forever why don't you come in?", Rosie shouted to the young man named James. From a slight far, Susan couldn't make too much of his facial profile until he turned around.... He looked very beat and tired, like the war severely robbed him of his youthful glow. James also looked like he had years of experience etched on his wearied face, no more the young boy who was eager for a thrilling adventure at war.... Oh how young boy's minds were so naive to think that they would have fun being in war.... War was hell!

Susan stood next to Rosie and waited for James to reply, wandering if he wanted to be invited. Secretly though, she hoped that he would accept Rosie's offer, wanting to know more about his "colorful" character.