It was summer now, the days are longer and the weather warmer. Spring and its events were long past us, and I was happy of it too. His mother had become more understanding, kind, sweet, and dainty just like her husband wished of her. She still had her beliefs, but she never tossed them at us and shoved them upon us. It was nice having her stay for a while, and I even knitted and embroidered things with her. She was quiet and gentle now, which was better than how she was acting. Alester had her over more often, not because of the weather, but because of her big change. She had just left when I came into the house. It was starting to rain when I came in, and I informed Finnigan who looked like he was going to go outside. “Finn, stay inside, it'll soon be down pouring.” He frowned. “But, I’ve gotta talk to Jeremy, and he’s in the garage.” I frowned. “Alright, but stay here. Let me get your umbrella, and your boots.” He nodded his head. I came back to him not there. I sighed, opened the door, and called out his name. 

“Yeah?” He called back, and poked his head out of the open garage door. “I told you to stay there, and that I'd get your umbrella and boots!” Jeremy and him laughed. “He’ll be alright. It’s just’a little water.” I smiled, and laughed. “Alright then. But you both need to clean up after yourselves.” They nodded, and went back to whatever they were doing. Alester was sitting in the living room, reading the paper. “God, Williams’ is on trial for fraud.” I was soon looking over his shoulder. “What?” He moved the paper, and the cigar out of his mouth. “Look here. Williams’ is on trial for fraud.” I reached over the back of the chair, and took the paper myself. After reading it, I nodded my head. “Mm. I told people, and they didn’t believe me.” He leant his head back, and smiled. “Well, I would’ve believed you.” I laughed. “You also don’t care about the fact that I am of Asian descent.” He leaned his head forward again and gave off a small nod. “You’re right. I wouldn’t care about that.” 

“Mm. Well, if you need anything, I'll be ready to help you.” he nodded his head again, and went back to reading the paper. I went up and decided to take Winston out of my room. He bounded out, ran downstairs, and tumbled around with Nyx. I found some of their toys, and tossed them to the dogs. They happily played tug-of-war with each other, before Winston gave up due to feeling tired and lazy. Nyx dragged him around until Winston actually let go of the sock they were tugging on. I almost tripped over him as I brought the tea tray into the living room. Jeremy and Finnigan came inside and dried down the best they could with the towels I provided for them. I set teh tray down, and called out to them. “When you’re done drying off, go take a shower! You won’t get sick, and also change your clothes so you don’t smell like a wet dog!” They laughed and trudged to the servants quarters so that they could get things to change and shower. 

Alester was happy with his tea, and I sat in there with him. It was Althea and Penelope’s day off, so they were in town getting things or just sightseeing. I picked up the basket of things that needed mending. “What are you working on now?” I looked up. “Mm?” He repeated his question, and I responded to him. “Ah, just the darning and things that need to be mended.” He nodded his head. “Seems like fun.” I laughed at his sarcasm. “I don’t mind it. I get to fix things for others, and also it gives me reason to mess with thread.” He laughed. “Well, i’ll make sure to rip more things for you.” I sighed. “I would rather fix good wear and tear. There’s a lot of things that will rip, yes, but it’s not as fun to fix it. Because there usually is a story behind everything that needs to be fixed. Like, when my sister ripped her first fine dress on a door knob. That wasn’t that fun to fix. Not because it was a dress, it was because there wasn’t a story to it. But, when mother finally wore a hole into her favourite pair of stockings, then there was a story. She wore those stockings for so long. Yes, she did wash them. But she always wore them. Even when I was a child she wore them.” 

He nodded. “Yeah.. I guess when you think about it, there is a story behind things. And it makes those things better to look at and take notice of.” I smiled. “See? There always is a reason.” He smiled, and nodded his head again before picking up a book. “What are you reading?” I asked him. “Oh, the one I'm currently reading and almost done with is called The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck. Then the next one is going to be, And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.” I nodded my head. “Seems like good books. I have a few by Mrs. Agatha Christie on my bookshelf. If you want to pull them out and read them. Just bring them back when you are done please?” He laughed. “I’d ask you before I even touched them, actually, I would ask before I even walked into your room.”