October 23, 1924
A bit of planning, a lot of building and here we are in Rutland, New Hampshire. We found a beautiful piece of property a few miles outside of the town... As usual, it is secluded, a lot of trees. We cleared a nice spot for the house and a large garden. Esme wants to plant vegetables to give to the needy of the town. I don’t know how she plans to accomplish this but she has a way of doing things so I will help when I can. So very much has happened in this year. We have set up our new home, we go out in the town and socialize as we “shop”, and we try to be involved in as many charities as possible. Esme and Edward are once again taking correspondence courses that they complete at night. I, as usual, can be found at the hospital. I even try to work at the free clinic in town whenever I am able. And I travel to nearby communities to help there. It feels almost as if we are normal people, living normal lives. We shop at the local market, attend meetings and events as the weather permits and take drives in the country on weekends. The people accept us as upper class citizens and believe we are from a foreign country. They think we are some royalty exiled to America to save our lives. It is amazing what local gossip can dream into existence. But as long as they stay far from the truth we will let them speculate and continue to spin their tales. They will soon find something else to obsess over. The house we finally built was a large two story that was an interesting combination of Victorian and something else. I couldn’t even begin to put a name to the style other than to say it resembled a castle on the back side and the front was trimmed in a Victorian manner. It was awful, it was beautiful. Esme loved it. Edward merely asked Esme what she was planning for it and as she explained what she wanted, he made it happen. They drew plans, or Esme drew plans, Edward ordered lumber and other supplies, and somehow it became a home. They are working on the interior now. We will all be glad when the floors are sanded and oiled, the walls no longer smell of paint and the furniture is in place. We have been doing one room at a time, but a few days ago, we found ourselves involved in a domestic situation. Esme and I were setting up the paint supplies and Edward was spreading an oil cloth across the floor. He was smiling at something he must have “heard” and he “accidentally” bumped a paint tray. I ended up with paint on my shoes and a streak across my shirt. He took one look and started laughing, winking at me where Esme couldn’t see. I took the hint at once and splattered him with paint. The battle was on. By the time the war was over we were all covered in paint and laughing as we slipped and slid around the room. I am so happy that Esme has begun to come out of the sad depression and unhappiness that haunted her in her past. She is so happy lately. I think I will find a way to surprise her with a gift of some form. A few weeks after the paint party the house was finished. To celebrate we took a very short trip to Concord to spend the day shopping. I decided that we needed a few things that were not available in town. I wanted some books, Edward needed some new clothes, Esme needed clothes, shoes and other items that were unknown to me and I had decided we needed some garden furniture. I had also wanted to visit an art gallery so that Esme could pick out a painting or a sculpture that she liked for the house. I also wanted to go by the jeweler there. I am thinking about asking Esme to marry me. We introduce ourselves as a married couple and Edward is her brother. She doesn’t act like it bothers her. At times, it seems she is proud to introduce me as her husband or she shines with happiness when I look at her. I hope I am not imagining this. I really would ask Edward what her thoughts were but I want to do this as a “normal” man would. I will prepare for the event and court her as she deserves. Edward tried to beg out of the trip, of course, but I wouldn’t let him. It isn’t time for us to be alone just yet, and I would never put Esme in a position she might not feel comfortable with. I have noticed Edward is always smiling or smirking about something these days. This must be how teenagers act. I try to raise my eyebrows and appear questionable, but I know he hears my thoughts and that I am not concerned that he is into anything. He simply knows something I don’t and he is waiting for me to inquire about his knowledge. It isn’t going to happen for a while as I am very busy right now. We had to keep our trip very short and I was unable to shop for anything but the most basic supplies on our list. I really shouldn’t have gone, but I didn’t want to put off the trip as we really needed new clothes. It is important to fit in with the local people. However, I’m afraid my mind was elsewhere during the trip. There is a patient at the hospital that I am very concerned about. I have checked all the medical books I have and I am considering calling a physician that I have worked with in the past. If I thought that there was a chance it would save the child’s life, I would call today. But I know in my unbeating heart it won’t. It is time to get ready for my next shift at work. I will fill you in on the outcome of our trip next time I write. November 14, 1924 I consulted with an old colleague and I’m not really sure what I should do. A patient of mine is in serious condition. He is beginning to lose his ability to breathe. There is a machine that could help, but it is far away from here and extremely expensive. Not to mention, it is experimental and not in use at this time.
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