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| Lauralee felt constricted. She could barely move, breathe, or think; she was so overwhelmed. She had to have Daniel. She had to. The words echoed in her head. Had to. Daniel. Lauralee woke up in a cold sweat, her cream colored nightgown sticking to her. The sheets had gotten wrapped around her waist, and for a moment she was tangled in them. Her dream recalled that night so clearly. Her mother, her father, her heart pounding. Chapter 3. Although Lauralee felt she may have been the lonliest person in the world, she was not. There was also Daniel. He, as lonely for her as she was for him, had spent the last three days moping about in his quarters in his parents� large estate. "Won�t you have a bite of breafast with your parents today, Daniel?" Asked a gangly butler, who had apparated at his door. "No." replied Daniel without further comment. "they will be ever so agitated, this is the third day. I know you are in a bit of a tough spot, but its time you move on with your life." Daniel continued to ignore the butler and stared out the window at the golf course. "Your loss, it is Canadian bacon and cheese omlettes today. Chef went all out to make his finest." The butler disappeared down the hallway. Later that afternoon, Daniel�s father, Robert LaSalle, would be holding a business luncheon. Families of the LaSalle Drilling Company would be there, picnicking, playing golf, and all that good stuff. He would have to make a cameo apperance there, and he supposed he should start getting ready. He put on a fine blue suit, and stuck a new handkerchief in the pocket. There was another one in there, and he pulled it out. It was pink, and it had the initials LM on it. Lauralee Michell. He pressed it to his face, and thought, �Lauralee, if only you were here. If only.� He neatly folded and put it in one of the inner pockets of his wainscoat. Then he began a long letter to Lauralee. �My love: I long to see the rotund curve of your face. I woke up and missed you. I miss you more than an elephant misses its tusks when they have been taken by poachers. I miss you more than a fish out of water misses water. I miss you more than ������.� And it went on like that for another 2 pages. By the time he was done, the maid had come to tell him to join in the rousing game of croquet that had been set up on the lawn. He sighed and got heavily on to his feet. |
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