From The Journal Of Lorraine Ellis

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From The Journal Of Lorraine Ellis

January 23, 1924



For me, I did not get to sleep until very late. After arriving at Jesse's grandparents' house, we stayed up in conversation. I left before Jesse had finished his explanation to them.

The next morning when we met for breakfast at a little café, he seemed like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. I had not seen him smile that much in...well, a really long time.

Even though it had only been a few hours since his family found out he was really alive, he told me that today was our day, just the two of us. He wanted to show me around Pallandino, the place where he grew up. Every shop held a story for him and he told me them all.

It was not until it was almost time to go back to his grandparents' house that we stopped at the fountain that was at the center of town. It was there that he pulled me by the hand toward a man with a camera set up just in front of it. Before he snapped the photograph, Jesse looped my arm through his, tickled my side, and the image was captured. Of course, I was smiling and laughing, but I could feel Jesse's eyes on me.


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