HOMEWORK
Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.
The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly.
Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big grey haired miner named Tom.
“I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home.” He explained.
“Is there any news? Oh, yes.” The man replied.
“I got a letter. Would you like to hear it?” He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full of loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend.
“Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.”
“Now you must not do that, Henry.” The grey haired miner said. “I am getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.”
The next day, Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry, too.
“We all miss her so much.” He said.
Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this.
“You don’t think something has happened to her, do you?” He asked me. I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine, but he did not seem satisfied.
I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars. They also bought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers and vases and began to play some fast and lovely songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached for the one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm. |