The early evening was bringing a dark purple tinge to the world as the sleek, expensive looking car pulled up in front of the small house. A big sign was posted out the front, with ‘for sale’ slapped on it in big red letters. Steeping out of the car, a man with short cropped brown hair and hazel eyes moved to the back seat and opened the door for an older man. To say he was old would be an exaggeration. He was in his mid forties but had aged very well, his blonde hair still full and luscious and his light blue eyes bright and intelligent.
He smiled gently at the other man and made his way towards the house, knocking softly on the door and smiling warmly at the small girl who eventually appeared in front of him. “Ready to go, my dear?” He reached out and took the bag she was holding and taking it over to the car for her. Once again the brown haired man stood by the door, holding it open for her. Once she was inside he moved to open the door for Mr. Donovan, but he simply waved him off, as he was already half way in the car.
Sitting inside the car drove off, quickly leaving the small suburb behind and heading out to the richer part of town. James smiled fondly at the old neighbourhood. He had enjoyed living here those few short years, watching the boys grow up in a more normal environment. But now they were out of school and deeply in the public eye, a more private venue was required. He wish he knew what to say, but honestly had no idea how to console the girl beside him. What do you say to someone who has just lost their family? Who’s whole world is being turned upside down?
There was nothing you could say. If she wanted to talk, she would. And he would listen, and offer what advice he could if she asked for it. The ride was short and the car was soon pulling up to the gates to the mansion. The building itself was extensive, more than enough room for her to stay. In no time at all they had stopped in front of the house and James turned once more to Rose. “I do hope you’ll make yourself at home here, and feel like you can treat us as you would your own family.” He spoke softly as the brown haired man from before opened the door for her once more.
He smiled gently at the other man and made his way towards the house, knocking softly on the door and smiling warmly at the small girl who eventually appeared in front of him. “Ready to go, my dear?” He reached out and took the bag she was holding and taking it over to the car for her. Once again the brown haired man stood by the door, holding it open for her. Once she was inside he moved to open the door for Mr. Donovan, but he simply waved him off, as he was already half way in the car.
Sitting inside the car drove off, quickly leaving the small suburb behind and heading out to the richer part of town. James smiled fondly at the old neighbourhood. He had enjoyed living here those few short years, watching the boys grow up in a more normal environment. But now they were out of school and deeply in the public eye, a more private venue was required. He wish he knew what to say, but honestly had no idea how to console the girl beside him. What do you say to someone who has just lost their family? Who’s whole world is being turned upside down?
There was nothing you could say. If she wanted to talk, she would. And he would listen, and offer what advice he could if she asked for it. The ride was short and the car was soon pulling up to the gates to the mansion. The building itself was extensive, more than enough room for her to stay. In no time at all they had stopped in front of the house and James turned once more to Rose. “I do hope you’ll make yourself at home here, and feel like you can treat us as you would your own family.” He spoke softly as the brown haired man from before opened the door for her once more.
