The forgotten Two C.S.B. 4

Chapter 4


she lifted a small bottle of shells and sand that she could hold between her fingers. some rusted rings that she each tried on her fingers. a small tocken for luck mabey. she could make out the words on the brass trinkel. then she came across old photograps. emily was excited the only ones she had ever seen are the one of her father albert hanging about the house. only the upper class people have the needs to do so. fliping through the pictures she seen one of her mother that was marked: age 16. just two years older than emily herself.

glaring from the picture to the mirror in front of her. she tried compairing her treats of mother to her. her mouth and nose looked the same but her smile was diffrent and so were her eyes. glancing at a picture of her father on the wall she couldn't relate anything. he never smiled in any of his pictures. sighing in confusion she countued her way through the pitcures.

There was one of some one she couldn't place perhaps an old relative. another of a young woman with very dark hair that emily figured to be an old friend. then the last one caught her attention of a pale man with a welcoming look on his face. his hair was wavey and black that set comed to the lengeth of his ears. his eyes were lovely and asuring. Emily frlipped the picture over

"Benjerman Barker." she read aloud.