Narcissa Rostand's Journal - The Rostand

Ch 60

By no design of my own, my strict Roselyan started going out with my cousin Vicky's only daughter, Janice.

I had seen her grow into an intelligent woman, that slip of a girl with a fast mouth, out-talking her elders when it suited her.

I couldn't have seen that one panning out, it's true, it actually came out of nowhere to my eyes. They had seemed to enjoy spending time together, but no more than any second cousin would.

I wouldn't know until later, once I asked my son, that they'd gotten to know each other better in the last year of school, since he had been assigned to tutor her.

That alone didn't tell me of long talks debating academic subjects, or sharing afternoons at the farm of her family and realizing that in the declining sun her hair shone golden-like, or that her laugh was happy and so very free to his ears.

He spoke to me and Godwin about all those things and more later, as if they were little confessions that could only be whispered in secret at home, when the night was dark and the world slept.

Godwin and I didn't even had to cross our eyes: Roselyan had always been the most similar of our children to him in character. I knew that Janice would be the happiest, luckiest girl ever.

I knew I was, and I could never imagine my son treating her any differently than Godwin had treated me.