Subj: Grammar Story -- 2
Date: 6/7/00 6:58:53 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

Holding Josette in his arms, Jeremiah heard the death rattles, as she struggled to talk, pulling her closer to him, trying to understand what she was saying, he brushed seaweed out of her hair, and shushed her. He knew she was dying, and felt a helpless rage overcome him.

"Tell my father, I'm sorry. I failed him, and please tell him I love him." Josette managed to say.

"Oh, no, Josette, you did not fail. I'm going to take you home to Barnabas." Jeremiah told her, knowing he was lying.

"Jeremiah, tell Barnabas I'm sorry," Josette said, and couldn't say anymore, struggling to get air, she breathed her last breath.

"Uncle?" Barnabas said, waiting for Jeremiah to answer him. And finally he did, "she's dead, Barnabas."

"JOSETTE!" Barnabas screamed as the reality hit him. Wanting to strike out, he looked at his uncle, and thought if he had minded his own business his beautiful Josette would not have died so tragically.

"Bring her to me, Uncle." Barnabas said in a low deadly tone.

"Yes, of course, the tide is coming in." Jeremiah said listlessly.

Rising from the rocks with Josette's body in his arms, he began to walk up the hill, Widow's Hill.

Reaching Barnabas, he heard Barnabas utter, "it was suicide, you know."

Jeremiah holding onto Josette, like he was afraid someone would try and take her from him. "It was murder, Nephew, and you are the murderer." Jeremiah said in a monotone, continuing to walk towards Collinwood.

tbc