“Dollie, I’d be pleased if you’d go to the moving picture show with me this evening,” Lucius said carefully, just as Will had coached him. “There’s a film I thought you might like to see. I remember you said how much you liked books by the Bronte sisters….” He was extemporizing now. On shakier ground, he hesitated.
Dollie’s eyes glowed excitedly. “You don’t mean that Wuthering Heights is finally here?”
He grinned broadly. “I do indeed. I recollect you said how much you’d like to see it. I’d be mighty proud if you’d go with me.”
“Oh, Lucius! I’d love to go! Thank you!” She kissed him on the cheek. Suddenly realizing they had an audience, she jumped away like she’d been shocked.
Leaving her tray on the table, she scurried from the room to the sanctity of her office. Lucius sat at the table, stunned. Had it gone badly?…
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Sunday morning dawned gray and sullen, casting a mood of gloom over the household. We should have been happy to have the family back together. Instead we were muttering to ourselves, listless, unhappy and snappish with each other. The heat was unbearable and the air hung heavy upon us. I heard Cook say to Ana that it was storm weather. 
Historical Novels by Dellani Oakes 