Resolution: Day 7

Word Count: 42,014

Summary of Events:

Georgiana and her mother talked wedding flowers after Shelton left and agreed that the bouquets would be made up exclusively of purple and white crocuses. Shelton went to visit his second-oldest sister, who was of the opinion that Georgiana didn't think independently and accused Shelton of having a superiority complex. Georgiana and Shelton went out for sodas with their friends again, where Shelton and Wesley were asked what branch of the army they planned on serving in; they agreed not the navy, but contemplated the air force . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

“It might even help if you had pilot’s licenses before you showed up,” Chester said.

“I don’t know if you can get a pilot’s license in a month,” Shelton said.

“Of course, maybe we could just meet and discuss the matter of what branch of the military we want to sign up for,” Wesley said.

“I have to admit that I was always thinking of the ground army,” Shelton said. “As in the foot soldiers.”

“Me too,” Wesley conceded. “Maybe we’ve just made our decision.”

“Not that flying wouldn’t be fun,” Shelton said. “But who says that we won’t be able to fly as passengers?”

“Exactly,” Wesley agreed.

“We’ll let you know the official answer once we’ve come to a final decision,” Shelton said.

Viktor nodded. “Dat is what I tot.”

“You’re going to be helping with the family farm still, aren’t you Viktor?” Wesley asked.

“Yes,” Viktor replied.

“You probably haven’t started sowing yet, have you?” Wesley asked.

“No,” Viktor replied. “Dere is too much water yet. We always wait until after Modder’s Day.”

“Is it looking like the soil’s got enough moisture in it to bring a good crop?” Wesley asked.

“Yes,” Viktor replied. “It is looking to be a very good year dis year. We have built some extra granaries to store what we get for extras. Dese last years have been very good, we hope dere is no bad years like we had for a very long time.”

“We all do,” Shelton said.

“Yeah,” Chester agreed. “Even if we weren’t farmers, there was nothing for money or work anywhere. It’s hard to say on one hand, but on the other, I have to admit, that war was the best thing that could’ve happened. It was the biggest make-work project anyone could’ve imagined, and it seems to have given everyone a good solid footing to stand on again.”

“Yeah, that is something of a hard thing to say,” Wesley agreed. “But you have to be honest, if that war wouldn’t have happened, we could still be in that depression. No disrespect to the people who died, but not just because the Allies won, but even because of the economic stimulation their deaths weren’t in vain.”

Georgiana glanced over toward Virgil and Pearl. They both seemed unusually quiet, and she noticed a contemptuous expression on Virgil’s face particularly, although as the conversation to her right moved on, the expression faded and Virgil looked at Pearl dotingly while Pearl idly sipped her soda.

Usually Pearl was in the thick of the conversation; oftentimes even steering the conversation where she wanted it to go, yet here she sat silently while conversation flowed around her. Was she even listening to what was being said?

She looked distant enough to make Georgiana wonder, but Georgiana wasn’t sure if she should ask, seeing as that simmering whatever-it-was still was near to the surface, Georgiana could tell, even if she had no clue as to what it was specifically.