Chapter Eight

"Kenell likes him." Aine said to her Mother.

The sun shone, the birds chirruped, the wind flirted with her skin that was bared, the grass was green and moist beneath her bared feet, she turned her head upward and smiled a little, gratitude in her heart.

The creator at work, she thought. Then looked at her mother.

"Does he?"

"He does." She replied, as she calmly sipped her lemon tea, and she felt a war of emotions stir within her soul.

Her mother thought for a moment before she spoke,

"And you? How do you feel about him?"

How did she feel?

She felt... She felt.

"Mama, I don't know how to answer that question. I enjoy being with him, when he's not there I miss him, every time... Every time I think about him I smile."

"Except now."

"Excuse me?"

"Baby girl, you aren't smiling now. But your eyes are a different thing, they're twinkling. He pu