This takes place after the death of the Wicked Witch of the West, Elphaba. It is a from Glinda's point of view, and tells of how she struggles with the many memories of her friend, and what happens after she finds out that Elphaba might not be dead...
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Heading towards the staircase I notice one of the servants. "Excuse me, but do you know where my parents might be? I would like to speak then if possible."
The young woman looks up from slightly startled at my approach, and goes wide eyed. "L-Lady Glinda!" She sounds awestruck and gives a quick curtsy. "Yes, your goodness, I do know where they are. They are in the conservatory. Two gentlemen came, and had to meet with them. Would you like me to announce you?"
I shake my head. "No, that is quite alright, I do not wish to disturb them. What I would like to speak them about can wait." So much for speaking to them now about Elphaba. "Tell me please, how soon is supper?"
The young servant thinks a moment, and then replies, "Supper won't be served till seven thirty." She looks up worriedly and quickly adds, " If you are hungry though I can go fetch you a snack."
I smile at her. "That is quite alright my dear. I am not that hungry." I glance out the window then and see the rose garden. "If you happen to speak to my parents before dinner would you please inform them that I wish to speak to them when it is convenient for them."
As I begin to head down the staircase the servant gives a quick curtsy. "Please Lady Glinda, may I enquire as to where they can locate you if that have time to speak to you?" Pausing I turn to her and smile. "Please inform them I shall be strolling in the rose gardens." She again gives a quick curtsy as I continue on my way.
The garden is so beautiful and peaceful, and the sweet fragrant scent of Gilikinees Roses fills the air. I have always loved them, and I smile drinking in the their beauty.
As I walk I pause occasionally to pick one or two of the most beautiful ones. Before too long I have a lovely bouquet of them. Picking one final one I glance up and find I have wandered down the path to the summer cabin my father had built for me when I was a child. I smile at the memory, and remember how thrilled I was because it was not a child's play cabin, but an actual cabin with all the amenities.
Hmmm, that's odd. I tilt my head slightly to the side as I observe the cabin. Wrinkling my forehead I frown seeing a silhouette of someone through the closed thin curtains. Now who could possibly be in there? I wonder...
Lost in my own thoughts I fail to hear my father approach, and about the time I make up my mind to go see who is in there he speak. "Glinda dear." I jump startled out of my thoughts I whip round to face him. He smiles. "I beg your pardon," he gives a slight bow and holds his arm out, "I didn't mean to startle you, but supper will be ready in a few minutes." Smiling, I accept his outstretched arm, and we head back to the house.
"Popsicle, who was that person in the cabin?" I glance at him, and he is quiet for a few moments before the he finally replies. "That person is just an interior designer I hired to give the inside a new look. You know freshen it up after all these year."
I nod. "I couldn't agree more. I am sure it is going to look splendifferous when it is finished." He looks at me and smile, and I return the smile, though I have this strange feeling that he is lying to me. He is hiding something or someone and I intend to find out.
