Caroline's Inheritance
Copyright© 2023 by Harry
Chapter 5
Grace took Caroline’s hand and led her across the lawn, now shrouded in darkness, and into the wood. She motioned her guest to lie down on the soft ground under the tree in whose shade they had rested earlier. Grace lay down next to Caroline and put an arm around her.
“I love to sleep here, where so many kind spirits are watching over me. Sleep well, my darling.”
With the sultriness of the summer night and the warmth of the girl next to her, Caroline was soon lulled into sleep. It was not yet light when Grace woke her up, beautifully, by kissing her lovingly on the mouth.
“Come on, lazybones. We’ve along, hard day ahead of us.”
There was indeed a long day ahead. The field was only half reaped and there were chickens to be fed, cows to be milked and a pair of horses to be exercised. By the time they sat down to an open-air lunch of bread, fruit and delicious creamy milk, Caroline was already tired and her hands were worse than yesterday - so much so that Grace bathed them in some kind of herbal preparation and told her they would now last out the day.
The young guest realized that it was now Sunday and she would be returning to London on tomorrow’s early train. She mentioned this to Grace who looked sad.
“Please stay a while longer, Caroline. I’ll make sure people know where you are! I think you need to spend a long time with me - I know you do. You can’t face all your new responsibilities the way you are now. I can give you the strength, if only you will let me.”
There was something so appealing in the look Grace gave her and in way she spoke that Caroline found herself again falling under the spell cast by this remarkable woman. She moved a little closer and put an arm around the warm, firm body of her new friend, telling her that she would stay for a week or two at the least. Her reward for this was a fervent kiss in which their two mouths seemed to melt into one channel of love, through which the souls of both girls passed freely back and forth, mingling together.
The afternoon was passed in the cornfield once again and they were by this time almost half-way through. Grace explained how the grain would need to be separated by threshing - also a manual process and then ground into flour. She emphasized that all these processes were extremely hard work and that the price of self-sufficiency was a life of constant toil. Caroline heard all this with a steadily growing feeling of peace and inner satisfaction.
Maybe a couple of weeks of this existence were insufficient. All the cares and all the sadness were being slowly drained out of her mind and replaced by a feeling of oneness with the universe around her and a knowledge that she was loved and valued by an Almighty Providence who would never again allow her to be alone and unwanted. And Grace was a beautiful woman whose heavenly sweet kisses and caresses were beginning to intoxicate her, even when she was only thinking about them.
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