This Thursday Morning

This Thursday morning the young lady would arrive in her pale blue carriage. She walked up the front entrance steps as she did every week and lightly knocked on the door. When the two large wood and metal frames moved to open her wide blue eyes went even wider as she saw her friend waiting there for her. The mistress took her hand and quickly brought her into the sitting room, the same pale yellow sitting room that the lady from next door typically waited in. When the two were seated on the sunny yellow couches the ravenette was hardly able to keep herself from bouncing. She slid the letter, the one that had arrived the previous Friday from her uncle, over to the blonde. In that pale yellow sitting room, its windows facing the sunset, her friend would shout cheerfully and scoop up the younger one into a hug as she cheered. The two were giddy and happy that bright spring day as they went, arm in arm, into the gardens. The young lady with her blonde locks up in her usual braided buns and the young mistress with her silky black hair falling past her waist would walk through the paths that wound through the gardens. Walking past the many feeders, stopping to coo at the birds who stopped to eat or splash around in the baths. The older girl asks about some of them that they say, being given happy answers of ‘Southern Robins, they love the birdbath in the east garden’ and ‘Crows, I set up a feeding spot for them years ago.’. The birds were so used to people wandering near their baths and feeders that the two of them were able to walk right up to the feathered ones to watch them. Today, when the young lady from next door left back to her home for the evening, it was easy to see that the young mistress’s golden eyes shone brightly with hope for tomorrow.