Overall, she’d looked appealingly feminine, and when he’d engaged her in conversation he’d found that she possessed a lovely voice that suited her perfectly, he suspected it was also lovely when she sang, but he’d not been close enough to her at the campfire singing time to have been able to discern which voice was hers.
Additionally, she’d been intelligent, being not only rather knowledgeable about her religion, but also rather knowledgable about agriculture, which indicated that she was rather involved in the operation of her family’s farm, something neither Justine nor Summer had ever been, nor had any of his cousins outside of Iliana, although with Italia it was mostly a case of she was too young yet, Uncle Maynard and Aunt Deanna weren’t letting her get too involved in the farm yet for safety reasons.
A lot of girls Brandt knew — even the ones who came to the parties — didn’t really know a lot about agriculture, or if they did, it was never a subject they wanted to talk about, whereas Lark had been more than willing to talk about it, and they also didn’t seem to have a lot of other stuff they wanted to talk about, they just wanted to get to the good stuff.
To be fair, he was rather interested in getting to the good stuff most of the time too, but there were times that he didn’t mind being able to talk to a girl in a conversational context, but most of the time he had to do that with someone like Justine, Aunt Deanna, or Mrs. Westland, all of whom were at least five years older than him; no girls around his age were interested in just having a conversation.
Brandt lowered his gaze from the trees to the dogs, who were both still basking under the movement of his hands, which were starting to get tired of scratching their heads, sighing with disappointment as he did.
He’d not seen Lark before in his life, and he had little real chance, as a result, of seeing her again, as he didn’t know where exactly she lived, other than northwest of Rosemary, while he lived southeast of Duchess.
It was probably not more than a half an hour’s drive between their houses, but considering his family farmed mostly east of Duchess, he suspected her family farmed mostly northwest and west of Rosemary, so they couldn’t even cross paths while farming — as evidenced by the fact that they hadn’t so far — and crossing paths in other arenas was even more doubtful. It had taken them some twenty years to cross paths this once. It might well be twenty years before they crossed paths again.
No comments:
Post a Comment