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Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ａ ｒｅｔｒｅａｔ ｏｆ ｓｏｒｔｓ, ａ ｇｅｔａｗａｙ ｆｒｏｍ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｒｄｅｎｓ ａｎｄ ｒｅｓｐｏｎｓｉｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｌｉｆｅ. Ａ ｒｕｎ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｔｈｅ Ｌａｋｅ ｏｆ Ｓｅｒｅｎｉｔｙ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ｓｈｅ ｎｅｅｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｉｎｈａｌｅ. Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｂｅｅｎ ｂｒｅａｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｔｏｘｉｎｓ ｏｆ ｗｏｒｋ, ｓｏｃｉｅｔｙ, ａｎｄ ｐａｓｔ ｒｅｇｒｅｔｓ ｆｏｒ ｗａｙ ｔｏｏ ｌｏｎｇ. Ｓｈｅ ｎｅｅｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｃｌｅａｎｓｅ ｈｅｒ ｌｕｎｇｓ ｏｆ ｉｔ ａｌｌ. Ｔｈｉｓ ｖａｃａｔｉｏｎ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｐｌａｎｓ. Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｌｏｓｔ ｈｅｒ ｊｏｂ, ｌａｙ-ｏｆｆｓ ｈｅｒ ｂｏｓｓ Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｌａｎｔｅｒｎ ｓａｉｄ, ｂｕｔ ｓｈｅ ｋｎｅｗ ｔｈｅ ｒｅａｌ ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｗｈｙ. Ｔｅｎｓｉｏｎ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｆｅｓｔｅｒｉｎｇ ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ Ｅｍｍａ ａｎｄ Ｂｒｕｃｅ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｍｏｎｔｈｓ, ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｈａｄ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｆｏｕｎｄ ａｎ ｅｘｃｕｓｅ ｔｏ ｆｉｒｅ ｈｅｒ. Ｔｗｏ ｗｅｅｋｓ ｐｒｉｏｒ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｌａｙ-ｏｆｆ ｎｏｔｉｃｅ, Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｓｌｅｐｔ ｉｎ. Ｔｈｅ ｂａｔｔｅｒｉｅｓ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ａｌａｒｍ ｈａｄ ｄｉｅｄ ａｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ａｗｏｋｅｎ ｏｎｌｙ ａｆｔｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｔｒａｓｈ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｏｒｓ ｃａｒｅｌｅｓｓｌｙ ｄｕｍｐｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｍｅｔａｌ ｃａｎ ｂａｃｋ ｏｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ａｓｐｈａｌｔ. Ｈｅｒ ｄｒｅａｍｓ ｉｎｔｅｒｒｕｐｔｅｄ, Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｂｏｌｔｅｄ ｕｐｒｉｇｈｔ ｔｏ ｄｉｓｃｏｖｅｒ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｄｕｅ ａｔ ｗｏｒｋ ｉｎ 15 ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ ｗｉｔｈ ａｎ ｈｏｕｒ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｏｆ ｐｒｅｐａｒａｔｉｏｎｓ. "Ｗｈｙ, Ｅｍｍａ, ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｌａｔｅ," Ｂｒｕｃｅ ｓｔａｔｅｄ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｔｒｉｅｄ ｔｏ ｓｌｉｐ ｉｎｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｃｕｂｉｃｌｅ ｕｎｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ ｔｗｏ ｈｏｕｒｓ ｌａｔｅｒ. Ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｗａｎｔｅｄ ｔｏ ｐｌｅａｄ ｈｅｒ ｃａｓｅ, ｂｕｔ ｔｈａｔ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｏｎｌｙ ａｄｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｂｏｓｓ' ｖｉｃｔｏｒｙ ｓｏ Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｏｎｌｙ ｂｌｕｓｈｅｄ, ｓｗｉｖｅｌｅｄ ｔｏ ｆａｃｅ ｈｅｒ ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ, ａｎｄ ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｈｅｒ ａｄ ｐｒｏｐｏｓａｌ. "Ｂｕｔ ｉｔ'ｓ ｎｏｔ ｆａｉｒ," Ｅｍｍａ ｅｘｐｌａｉｎｅｄ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ ａｆｔｅｒ ｓｈｅ ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｌａｙｏｆｆ ｎｏｔｉｃｅ. "Ｍｒ. Ｌａｎｔｅｒｎ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｉｋｅｄ ｍｅ. Ｗｈａｔ ａｍ Ｉ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｄｏ ｎｏｗ?" "Ｏｈ, ｈｏｎｅｙ, ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ ｆｉｎｄ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ," ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｈａｄ ｔｒｉｅｄ ｔｏ ｓｏｕｎｄ ｒｅａｓｓｕｒｉｎｇ, ｂｕｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｓｈｅ ｋｎｅｗ ｊｏｂｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｓｃａｒｃｅ ｌａｔｅｌｙ, ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌｏｎｇ ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ ｂｕｚｚｉｎｇ ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｔｈｅｍ ｗａｓ ｈａｒｄ ｆｏｒ Ｅｍｍａ ｔｏ ａｃｃｅｐｔ. "Ｗｈａｔ? Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ. Ｉ'ｖｅ ｌｏｏｋｅｄ," Ｅｍｍａ'ｓ ｖｏｉｃｅ ａｌｍｏｓｔ ｓｑｕｅａｋｅｄ ｉｎ ｐｒｏｔｅｓｔ. "Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ, ａｎｄ Ｌａｎｔｅｒｎ'ｓ ｎｏｔ ｇｏｎｎａ ｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ ａ ｇｌｏｗｉｎｇ ｒｅｆｅｒｅｎｃｅ ｔｏ ａｎｙｂｏｄｙ, ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｔｈａｔ, Ｍａ." Ｔｈｅ ｐｈｏｎｅ ｃａｌｌ ｈａｄ ｅｎｄｅｄ ｌｅａｖｉｎｇ Ｅｍｍａ ｄｅｐｒｅｓｓｅｄ ａｂｏｕｔ ｈｅｒ ｆｕｔｕｒｅ. Ｓｏｍｅ ｈｅｌｐ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｗａｓ! Ｔｈｒｅｅ ｄａｙｓ ｌａｔｅｒ Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｓａｔ ｓｃｒｕｎｃｈｅｄ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｅｒ ＨＰ ｌａｐｔｏｐ ａｔ ｈｅｒ ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ ｂａｒ, ａｂｓｅｎｔｍｉｎｄｅｄｌｙ ｓｉｐｐｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｓｔａｌｅ ｃｏｆｆｅｅ ｗｈｉｌｅ ｓｈｅ ｓｃｒｏｌｌｅｄ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｊｏｂ ｌｉｓｔｉｎｇｓ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｉｎｔｅｒｎｅｔ. "Ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ... ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ... ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ, ｏｈ, ｏｎｌｙ ｎｅｅｄｓ ａ ｆｏｕｒ-ｙｅａｒ ｃｏｌｌｅｇｅ ｄｅｇｒｅｅ! Ｓｈｏｏｔ, ａｎｄ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｔｏ ｆｉｖｅ ｙｅａｒｓ' ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ." Ｅｖｅｎ ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ａｌｏｎｅ, ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｍｕｍｂｌｅｄ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｒｅａｄ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｅａｃｈ ｌｉｓｔｉｎｇ. Ｈｅｒ ｍｅａｇｅｒ ｙｅａｒ ａｔ Ｌａｎｔｅｒｎ'ｓ ａｄ ａｇｅｎｃｙ ｗａｓ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｈｅｒ ｏｗｎ ｐｌａｃｅ, ａ ｃｏｚｙ ｓｔｕｄｉｏ ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｔｈｅｒ ｅｎｄ ｏｆ ｔｏｗｎ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｅｒ ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ, ｂｕｔ ｉｔ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｎｏｔ ｂｅ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ ｈｅｒ ｔｈｅｒｅ. Ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｔｏ ｆｉｎｄ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｊｏｂ ｗｉｔｈｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｎｅｘｔ ｃｏｕｐｌｅ ｏｆ ｗｅｅｋｓ ｔｏ ａｖｏｉｄ ａ ｂｒｅａｋ ｉｎ ｉｎｃｏｍｅ. Ｉｆ ｎｏｔ, "Ｎｏｐｅ, ｎｏ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｈｅｒｅ," Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｄｅｃｌａｒｅｄ ｅｍｐｈａｔｉｃａｌｌｙ ｔｏ ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ. "Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｇｏｔｔａ ｂｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ. Ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｏ ｍｏｖｅ ｂａｃｋ ｉｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅｍ. Ｔｈａｔ'ｄ ｂｅ ｍｉｓｅｒａｂｌｅ." Ｗｈｅｎ ｈｅｒ ｃｅｌｌ ｐｈｏｎｅ ｒａｎｇ, Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｎｅａｒｌｙ ｔｉｐｐｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｒｅｍａｉｎｉｎｇ ｃｏｆｆｅｅ ｏｖｅｒ ｏｎｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｋｅｙｂｏａｒｄ. Ｇｒｅａｔ, Ｍｏｍ. Ｓｈｅ'ｄ ｒｏｌｌｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅｓ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｃｅｉｌｉｎｇ, ｔａｋｅｎ ｉｎ ａ ｑｕｉｃｋ ｂｒｅａｔｈ, ａｎｄ ｐｕｓｈｅｄ ｓｅｎｄ. "Ｍｏｍ, ｈｉ, ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｕｐ?" "Ｈｉ, ｄｅａｒ, ｈｏｗ ｇｏｅｓ ｔｈｅ ｈｕｎｔ?" Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｈｅａｒｄ ｔｈａｔ ｔｏｎｅ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ'ｓ ｖｏｉｃｅ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ. Ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｕｐ ｔｏ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ. "Ｓａｍｅ. Ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ." "Ｉ'ｍ ｓｏｒｒｙ." "Ｉｓ ｔｈａｔ ｗｈｙ ｙｏｕ ｃａｌｌｅｄ, ｏｒ ｗｈａｔ, Ｍａ?" "Ｗｅｌｌ, ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ, Ｉ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ." "Ｍａ, ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｔｉｍｅ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ Ｉ ｅｎｄｅｄ ｕｐ ｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｂｌｉｎｄ ｄａｔｅ ｗｉｔｈ Ｆｒｅｄ. Ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｔｈａｔ ｅｎｄｅｄ ｕｐ." "Ｈｅｙ, ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｋｅｅｐ ｈａｎｇｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ ｏｖｅｒ ｍｙ ｈｅａｄ, Ｅｍｍａ. Ｈｅ ｓｅｅｍｅｄ ｎｉｃｅ ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｍｅｔ ｈｉｍ." "Ｍａ, ｙｏｕ ｍｅｔ ｈｉｍ ｏｒｄｅｒｉｎｇ ａ ｈｏｔｄｏｇ ａｔ Ｓｏｎｉｃ. Ｈｅ'ｓ ｐａｉｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｎｉｃｅ." "Ｎｅｖｅｒ ｍｉｎｄ ｔｈａｔ, ｔｈｉｓ ｔｉｍｅ Ｉ'ｖｅ ａｃｔｕａｌｌｙ ｇｏｔ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｇｏｏｄ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ." "Ｓｕｒｅ, Ｍａ, ｗｈａｔｅｖｅｒ." Ｉｎ ｓｐｉｔｅ ｏｆ ｈｅｒ ｆｒｕｓｔｒａｔｉｏｎｓ, Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｌｉｓｔｅｎｅｄ. Ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｗａｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｓｅｎｄ ｈｅｒ ａｗａｙ, ａｌｏｎｅ, ｕｐ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ Ｎｏｒｔｈ Ｃａｒｏｌｉｎａ ｍｏｕｎｔａｉｎｓ. Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｓｐｉｒｉｔｕａｌ ｒｅｔｒｅａｔ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｓａｉｄ. Ｗｈｉｌｅ Ｅｍｍａ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ｍｕｃｈ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｓｐｉｒｉｔｕａｌ ｐａｒｔ (ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ａｔｔｅｎｄｉｎｇ ｃｈｕｒｃｈ ｗｈｅｎ ｓｈｅ ｍｏｖｅｄ ｏｕｔ), ｓｈｅ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｏ ｔｕｒｎ ｄｏｗｎ ａ ｆｒｅｅ ｖａｃａｔｉｏｎ. "Ｂｕｔ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｍｙ ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ａ ｊｏｂ? Ｔｈｅｙ ｇｏｔ ｉｎｔｅｒｎｅｔ ｗａｙ ｕｐ ｔｈｅｒｅ?" "Ａｗ, ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｗｅｅｋｅｎｄ ｂｒｅａｋ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈａｔ. Ｉｔ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｈｅｒｅ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｇｅｔ ｂａｃｋ," Ｅｍｍａ'ｓ ｍｏｍ ｐｒｏｔｅｓｔｅｄ. "Ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｓｐｅｎｄ ａｌｌ ｙｏｕｒ ｔｉｍｅ ｉｓｏｌａｔｅｄ ｉｎ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｏｆ ａ ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ." "Ｓｕｒｅ Ｉ ｃａｎ, Ｍａ. Ｂｅｅｎ ｄｏｉｎｇ ｉｔ ｆｏｒ ｗｅｅｋｓ ｎｏｗ." "Ａｎｄ ｗｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｔｈａｔ ｇｏｔｔｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｔｈａｔ ａ ｗｅｅｋｅｎｄ ａｗａｙ ｗｉｌｌ ｉｎｔｅｒｒｕｐｔ? Ｈｕｈ?" Ｐｏｉｎｔ ｍａｄｅ, Ｅｍｍａ ｈａｄ ｒｅｌｅｎｔｅｄ. Ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｈａｄ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｗｏｎ ｔｈｅｉｒ ａｒｇｕｍｅｎｔｓ. Ｓｏ ｎｏｗ ｈｅｒｅ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ, ｔａｋｉｎｇ ｉｔ ａｌｌ ｉｎ. Ｌａｋｅ Ｓｅｒｅｎｉｔｙ ｈａｄ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｍａｋｉｎｇｓ ｏｆ ａ ｐｅａｃｅｆｕｌ ｇｅｔａｗａｙ. Ｈｅｒ ｅａｒｌｙ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ ｒｕｎ ｗａｓ ｑｕｉｅｔ ｅｘｃｅｐｔ ｆｏｒ ｎａｔｕｒｅ'ｓ ｓｕｂｔｌｅ ｔｒｅａｔｓ. Ｔｈｅ ｃａｌｍ ｗａｔｅｒｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｌｉｔｔｅｒｅｄ ｏｃｃａｓｉｏｎａｌｌｙ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｕｍｂｌｅ ｆｌｏｃｋｓ ｏｆ ｓｌｅｅｐｉｎｇ ｄｕｃｋｓ; ｔｈｅｉｒ ｂｉｌｌｓ ｔｕｃｋｅｄ ｕｎｄｅｒ ｏｎｅ ｗｉｎｇ, ｓｉｍｐｌｙ ｆｌｏａｔｉｎｇ ａｌｏｎｇ ｈｕｄｄｌｅｄ ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ ｆｏｒ ｗａｒｍｔｈ ａｎｄ ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｏｎ ｆｒｏｍ ｌａｓｔ ｎｉｇｈｔ'ｓ ａｕｔｕｍｎ ｃｈｉｌｌ. Ｍｏｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ ｗｅｒｅ Ｍａｌｌａｒｄ ｄｕｃｋｓ ｏｆ ｖａｒｉｏｕｓ ｃｏｌｏｒｓ, ｂｕｔ ａ ｆｅｗ ｗｈｅｒｅ ｗｈａｔ Ｅｍｍａ ｃａｌｌｅｄ ｆａｒｍ ｄｕｃｋｓ. Ｔｈｉｓ ｐｕｒｅ ｗｈｉｔｅ ｂｒｅｅｄ ｗａｓ ｗｈａｔ ｐｏｐｕｌａｔｅｄ ｈｅｒ Ｇｒａｎｄｄａｄｄｙ Ｌｏｕｉｓ' ｆａｒｍ ｂａｃｋ ｈｏｍｅ ｉｎ Ｍａｒｓｈｖｉｌｌｅ. Ｉｔ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ｕｎｔｉｌ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｆｏｒｃｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａｎ Ａｇｒｉｃｕｌｔｕｒａｌ Ｓｃｉｅｎｃｅ ｃｌａｓｓ ｉｎ ｈｉｇｈ ｓｃｈｏｏｌ ｔｈａｔ Ｅｍｍａ ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ ｔｈｅｙ ｗｅｒｅ ｃａｌｌｅｄ Ｗｈｉｔｅ Ｐｅｋｉｎ ｄｕｃｋｓ, ｂｕｔ ｔｈｅｙ ｗｅｒｅ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｆａｒｍ ｄｕｃｋｓ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ. Ｏｎｃｅ ｏｒ ｔｗｉｃｅ ｓｈｅ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｈｅａｒ ａ ｎｅｗｃｏｍｅｒ ｌａｎｄ ａｎｄ ｄｉｓｒｕｐｔ ｔｈｅ ｗａｔｅｒｓ. Ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｂｅｇａｎ ｈｅｒ ｃｏｏｌ ｄｏｗｎ ｗａｌｋ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｆａｒ ｓｉｄｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｌａｋｅ, ｔｈｅ ｓｕｎ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｂｅｇｉｎｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｓｔｒｅｔｃｈ ｏｖｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｕｎｔａｉｎ ｐｅａｋｓ. Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｅｖｅｎ ａ ｗｉｓｐｙ ｆｏｇ ｆｌｏａｔｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｌａｎｄｓｃａｐｅ. Ｅｍｍａ ｐｏｐｐｅｄ ｏｐｅｎ ｈｅｒ ｗａｔｅｒ ｂｏｔｔｌｅ ａｎｄ ｌｅｔ ｔｈｅ ｌｕｋｅｗａｒｍ ｌｉｑｕｉｄ ｆｉｌｌ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｕｔｈ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｂｒｉｍ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｓｈｅ ｓｗａｌｌｏｗｅｄ ｉｔ ａｌｌ ｉｎ ｔｗｏ ｇｕｌｐｓ. Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ａ ｈａｂｉｔ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｄｅｔｅｓｔｅｄ. Ｅｍｍａ ｓｍｉｌｅｄ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ. Ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｂｅｎｄ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌａｋｅ ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ ａ ｃｈｉｌｄｈｏｏｄ ｍｅｍｏｒｙ ｉｎｔｏ ｖｉｅｗ. Ａｂｏｕｔ ａ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｆｅｅｔ ａｈｅａｄ, Ｅｍｍａ ｓａｗ ａ ｓｍａｌｌ ｓｔｏｎｅ ｃｈａｐｅｌ. Ｉｔ ｓｔｏｏｄ ｏｎ ａ ｇｒｅｅｎ ｐａｔｃｈ ｏｆ ｌａｎｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｆａｉｎｔｌｙ ｔｏｕｃｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｌａｋｅ'ｓ ｓｈｏｒｅ. Ｈｅｒ ｈｅａｒｔ ｔｅｎｓｅｄ ａｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｌｏｏｋｅｄ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｉｎ ａｌｌ ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ ｇｕｉｌｔｉｌｙ, ｂｕｔ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｔｏｏ ｅａｒｌｙ ｆｏｒ ａｎｙｏｎｅ ｅｌｓｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｏｕｔ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｌａｋｅ. Ｈｅｒ ｐａｃｅ ｓｌｏｗｅｄ, Ｅｍｍａ ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｅｄ ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ ｏｒ ｎｏｔ ｔｏ ｗａｌｋ ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｐｅｌ ｏｒ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｉｔ ａｎｄ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｚｙ ｃａｂｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｈａｄ ｒｅｎｔｅｄ. Ｅｍｍａ ｃｈｏｓｅ ｔｏ ｗａｌｋ ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ ｉｔ. Ｕｐｏｎ ｃｌｏｓｅｒ ｉｎｓｐｅｃｔｉｏｎ, Ｅｍｍａ ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｐｅｌ'ｓ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃ ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ; ｔｈｅ ｐｌａｓｔｅｒ ａｍｏｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｂｒｏｗｎ, ｗｈｉｔｅ, ａｎｄ ｒｅｄ ｓｔｏｎｅｓ ｗａｓ ｐａｌｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｉｎｕｔｅ ｃｒａｃｋｓ ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ ａｌｏｎｇｓｉｄｅ ａ ｆｅｗ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ. Ｉｔ ａｌｓｏ ａｐｐｅａｒｅｄ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｈａｎｄｃｒａｆｔｅｄ ｆｏｒ Ｅｍｍａ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ ｓｈｅ ｄｅｔｅｃｔｅｄ ｓｔｒｅｔｃｈｅｄ ｒｉｄｇｅ ｍａｒｋｓ ｏｆ ｈｕｍａｎ ｆｉｎｇｅｒｓ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｌｉｄｉｆｉｅｄ ｐａｓｔｅ. Ｅｍｍａ ｒａｎ ｈｅｒ ｏｗｎ ｉｎｄｅｘ ｆｉｎｇｅｒ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｔｈｅ ｒｏｕｇｈ ｐａｔｔｅｒｎｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｗａｌｌｓ. Ｗｏｗ, ｗｈｏｅｖｅｒ ｂｕｉｌｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｌｏｖｅｄ ｔｈｉｓ ｐｌａｃｅ, ｓｈｅ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ. Ｔｈｅ ｄｕｃｋｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｓｔｉｒｒｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｌａｋｅ ｎｏｗ, ｌａｕｇｈｉｎｇ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ ｇｒｅｅｔｉｎｇｓ ｔｏ ｅａｃｈ ｏｔｈｅｒ. Ｅｍｍａ ｂｌｉｎｋｅｄ. Ｓｈｅ ｓｔｒｏｌｌｅｄ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｅｂｂｌｅ ｗａｌｋｗａｙ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｔｒａｎｃｅ, ｌａｉｄ ｈｅｒ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｈａｎｄ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｂｒｏｎｚｅ ｈａｎｄｌｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｐｅｌ'ｓ ａｎｃｉｅｎｔ ｏａｋ ｄｏｏｒ, ａｎｄ ｔｕｒｎｅｄ. Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｏｐｅｎ. Ｅｍｍａ ｈｅｓｉｔａｔｅｄ ｂｒｉｅｆｌｙ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｐｕｌｌｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ａｎｄ ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ. Ｔｈｅ ｖｉｅｗ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｆｌｏｏｄｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｍｉｎｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｃｈｕｒｃｈ ｗｉｔｈ Ｇｒａｎｄｄａｄｄｙ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ａｎｄ Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ ａｓ ａ ｓｉｘ-ｙｅａｒ-ｏｌｄ ｃｈｉｌｄ. Ｓｈｅ ｃｏｕｌｄ ａｌｍｏｓｔ ｈｅａｒ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ ｃｈｏｉｒ ｓｉｎｇｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｒｉｓｓｃｒｏｓｓ ｒａｆｔｅｒｓ Ｇｌｏｒｉａ Ｐａｔｒｉ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｃｌｉｃｋｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｓｈｉｎｙ ｂｌａｃｋ Ｐａｔｔｏｎ ｓｈｏｅｓ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｅ ｈａｒｄｗｏｏｄ ａｉｓｌｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｐｅｗ. Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ ｈａｓ ｉｎｓｉｓｔｅｄ ｔｈａｔ Ｇｏｄ ｓｐｏｋｅ ｍｏｒｅ ｃｌｅａｒｌｙ ｔｏ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｃｌｏｓｅｓｔ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｐｒｅａｃｈｅｒ. Ａｎｄ ｎｏｗ, ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｂａｃｋ ｏｆ ｔｈｉｓ ｌｏｎｅ ｍｏｕｎｔａｉｎ ｃｈａｐｅｌ, Ｅｍｍａ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｅｄ ｗｈａｔ ｃａｕｓｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｔｏ ｄｉｓａｇｒｅｅ ｗｉｔｈ Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ. Ｉｎ ｈｉｇｈ ｓｕｍｍｅｒ ｏｆ Ｅｍｍａ'ｓ ｓｉｘｔｈ ｇｒａｄｅ ｙｅａｒ, Ｇｒａｎｄｄａｄｄｙ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｈａｄ ｆａｌｌｅｎ ｉｌｌ. Ｅｖｅｒｙ Ｓｕｎｄａｙ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ ｈａｄ ｌｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｃｈｕｒｃｈ ａｉｓｌｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｐｅｗ. Ｅｖｅｒｙ Ｓｕｎｄａｙ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ ｈａｄ ｋｎｅｌｔ ｄｏｗｎ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｕｎｙ ｍａｒｏｏｎ ｐｒａｙｅｒ ｃｕｓｈｉｏｎ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ａｌｔａｒ, ｃｒｙｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｆｏｒ Ｇｏｄ ｔｏ ｈｅａｌ ｈｅｒ ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ ｏｆ 60 ｙｅａｒｓ. Ａｎｄ ｅｖｅｒｙ Ｓｕｎｄａｙ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｔｗｏ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｒｅｔｕｒｎ ｔｏ Ｇｒａｎｄｄａｄｄｙ'ｓ ｂｅｄｓｉｄｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｔｏ ｗａｔｃｈ ｈｉｍ ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓｉｖｅｌｙ ｗｅａｋｅｒ ａｎｄ ｗｅａｋｅｒ. Ａ ｗｅｅｋ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｓｃｈｏｏｌ ｒｅｓｕｍｅｄ ｉｎ Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ, Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ ｈｅｌｄ Ｅｍｍａ'ｓ ｈａｎｄ ａｓ ｔｈｅｙ ｓａｔ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｐｅｗ ｄｕｒｉｎｇ Ｇｒａｎｄｄａｄｄｙ Ｌｏｕｉｓｅ'ｓ ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ. Ａ ｍｏｎｔｈ ｌａｔｅｒ, Ｅｍｍａ ｓａｔ ｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｓａｍｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｐｅｗ, ｔｈｉｓ ｔｉｍｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ, ａｓ ｔｈｅｙ ｌａｉｄ Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ ｔｏ ｒｅｓｔ. Ｈｅｒ ｍｏｍ ｈａｄ ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｃｈｕｒｃｈ ｔｈｅｎ ａｎｄ ｄｒａｇｇｅｄ Ｅｍｍａ ａｌｏｎｇ, ｂｕｔ Ｅｍｍａ ｎｏ ｌｏｎｇｅｒ ｓａｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｐｅｗ. Ｓｈｅ ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ. Ｇｏｄ ｓｅｅｍｅｄ ｓｉｌｅｎｔ. Ｉｔ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ｕｎｔｉｌ Ｅｍｍａ ｗａｌｋｅｄ ｂａｃｋ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｐｅｌ ｔｈａｔ ｓｈｅ ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｒｏｏｍ ｂｕｉｌｔ ａｄｊａｃｅｎｔ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｍａｉｎ ｃｈａｐｅｌ. Ｅｔｃｈｅｄ ｏｖｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ｗｅｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ Ｒｏｏｍ ｏｆ Ｍｅｍｏｒｙ. Ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｈｅｒ ｈｅａｒｔ ｗａｓ ｂｕｒｎｉｎｇ ｉｎ ａｎｇｅｒ, Ｅｍｍａ ｆｅｌｔ ｄｒａｗｎ ｔｏ ｉｔ. Ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ａｌｓｏ ｏｐｅｎ, ｂｕｔ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｅｎｔｅｒｅｄ Ｅｍｍａ ｓａｗ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｆｌｏｏｒｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｎｏｔ ｈａｒｄｗｏｏｄ, ｂｕｔ ｇｒａｙ ｓｔｏｎｅ. Ｔｈｅ ａｉｒ ｗａｓ ｍｕｃｈ ｃｏｏｌｅｒ ｈｅｒｅ. Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｏｎｌｙ ｏｎｅ ｓｔａｉｎ-ｇｌａｓｓｅｄ ｗｉｎｄｏｗ ｔｏ ｌｅｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｕｎｌｉｇｈｔ. Ｔｈｅ ｆａｉｎｔ ｒａｉｎｂｏｗ ｏｆ ｃｏｌｏｒ ｆｅｌｌ ｕｐｏｎ ａ ｓｉｎｇｌｅ ｗｏｏｄｅｎ ｃａｓｅ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｃｌｅａｒ ｇｌａｓｓ ｔｏｐ. Ｅｍｍａ ｓｔｅｐｐｅｄ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ａｎｄ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｃａｓｅ ｗａｓ ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｎｇ ａ ｗｏｒｎ ｂｌａｃｋ ｌｅａｔｈｅｒ ｂｏｏｋ. Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｉｚｅ ｏｆ ａ ｐｕｌｐｉｔ Ｂｉｂｌｅ. Ｉｎｓｔｅａｄ; ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ, Ｅｍｍａ ｓａｗ ａｎ ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓ ｌｉｓｔ ｏｆ ｎａｍｅｓ. Ｓｏｍｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅｓ ｈａｄ ａ ｐａｒａｇｒａｐｈ ｏｒ ｔｗｏ ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ ｕｎｄｅｒｎｅａｔｈ ｔｈｅｍ. Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ａ ｖｉｓｉｔｏｒ'ｓ ｂｏｏｋ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｐｅｌ. Ａ ｐｌａｑｕｅ ｈｕｎｇ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｗａｌｌ ａｂｏｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｏｄｅｎ ｃａｓｅ: "Ｔｈａｎｋ ｙｏｕ ｆｏｒ ｖｉｓｉｔｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ Ｌａｋｅ Ｓｅｒｅｎｉｔｙ Ｃｈａｐｅｌ. Ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｓｉｇｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｎａｍｅ ｉｎ ｏｕｒ ｒｅｃｏｒｄｓ ｂｏｏｋ ｓｏ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ ｍａｙ ｒｅｊｏｉｃｅ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｏｍｉｎｇ. Ｆｅｅｌ ｆｒｅｅ ｔｏ ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅ ａ ｗｏｒｄ ｏｒ ｔｗｏ ａｂｏｕｔ ｗｈｙ ｙｏｕ ｃａｍｅ. Ｓｉｇｎｅｄ, ｔｈｅ Ｌａｋｅ Ｓｅｒｅｎｉｔｙ Ｃｈａｐｅｌ Ｃｏｍｍｕｎｉｔｙ Ｃｈｕｒｃｈ ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ. Ｅｓｔａｂｌｉｓｈｅｄ 1942" Ｅｍｍａ ｌｉｆｔｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｌａｔｃｈ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｇｌａｓｓ ｔｏｐ ａｎｄ ｂｅｇａｎ ｆｌｉｐｐｉｎｇ ｂａｃｋ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ ｐａｇｅｓ. Ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｆｒｏｍ ａｌｌ ｏｖｅｒ ｈａｄ ｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｉｓ ｃｈａｐｅｌ. Ｍａｎｙ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅｓ ａｎｄ ｐｌａｃｅｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｆａｄｅｄ ｏｒ ｔｏｏ ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ｏｕｔ ｄｕｅ ｔｏ ｐｏｏｒ ｐｅｎｍａｎｓｈｉｐ, ｂｕｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ａ ｄｏｚｅｎ ｐａｇｅｓ ｏｆ ｆｌｉｐｐｉｎｇ ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ Ｅｍｍａ ｔｏ ｏｎｅ ｓｈｅ ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅｄ. Ｗｈａｔ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｄｒｅｗ ｈｅｒ ｅｙｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｐａｇｅ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅ ｈｏｍｅｔｏｗｎ - Ｍａｒｓｈｖｉｌｌｅ. Ｓｈｅ ｈｅｌｄ ｔｈｅ ｐａｇｅ ｕｐ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｌｉｇｈｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｒｏｏｍ. Ｎｏｔ ｏｎｌｙ ｄｉｄ ｓｈｅ ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅ ｔｈｅ ｔｏｗｎ, ｓｈｅ ｋｎｅｗ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ. Ｎａｎｃｙ Ｐｅｒｒｙ. Ｇｒａｎｄｍａ Ｎａｎｃｙ ｈａｄ ｃｏｍｅ ｈｅｒｅ, ａｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｄａｔｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｖｉｓｉｔ ｏｎｌｙ ｔｗｏ ｗｅｅｋｓ ａｆｔｅｒ Ｇｒａｎｄｄａｄｄｙ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｐａｓｓｅｄ. Ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ａｌｓｏ ａｄｄｅｄ ｉｎ ｓｈａｋｙ ｃｕｒｓｉｖｅ ａ ｎｏｔｅ. Ｔｈａｎｋ ｙｏｕ, Ｌｏｒｄ, ｆｏｒ ｈｅａｌｉｎｇ ｍｙ Ｌｏｕｉｓ. Ｉ'ｍ ｒｅａｄｙ ｔｏ ｃｏｍｅ ｈｏｍｅ ｎｏｗ. Ｓｔａｒｉｎｇ ａｔ ｈｅｒ ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒ'ｓ ｉｎｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ, Ｅｍｍａ ｑｕｉｖｅｒｅｄ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｃｏｎｆｕｓｉｏｎ, ｔｈｅｎ ｒｅａｌｉｚａｔｉｏｎ. Ｃａｒｅｆｕｌｌｙ ｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ ｂａｃｋ ｔｈｅ ｐａｇｅｓ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｎｅｘｔ ｅｍｐｔｙ ｐａｇｅ, Ｅｍｍａ ｐｉｃｋｅｄ ｕｐ ｔｈｅ ｉｎｋ ｐｅｎ ｌｙｉｎｇ ｂｅｓｉｄｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｏｏｋ ａｎｄ ｓｉｇｎｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｎａｍｅ. Ｓｈｅ ｔｏｏ ａｄｄｅｄ ａ ｎｏｔｅ. Ｉ ｇｅｔ ｉｔ ｎｏｗ, Ｇｏｄ. Ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｌｅｎｔ. Ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｌｉｓｔｅｎｅｄ. |
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