ROSE DAWSON: REBORN FOR THE BETTER
Chapter Five
May 16, 1912
"Good morning,
Rose." Hope looked up from her cup of coffee. Rose was hurrying around the
kitchen, almost dancing as she got herself some coffee and toast.
"Good
morning!" Rose gave Hope a bright smile before putting a couple of slices
of bread in the oven to toast.
"You’re
certainly happy this morning."
"I have reason
to be. Isn’t everything wonderful? The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and—"
Rose pulled back the kitchen curtains. "—the flowers are blooming. What’s
not to be happy about?"
"How do you
feel this morning?"
"Never
better." Rose smiled happily, dropping the curtains and looking into the
oven to check her toast.
"No morning
sickness? No faintness?"
"Not this
morning." Rose pulled her toast from the oven, buttered it, and sat down
at the table across from Hope. "I’m going to look for a job again this
morning."
"So am I. Good
luck."
"Thanks."
Rose pushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, biting into her toast.
"Why, where
did you get that?"
Rose followed
Hope’s eyes to the locket hanging from the chain around her neck. "Jack
gave it to me."
"Jack? But you
said he was dead."
"He is."
Rose’s expression grew somber. "I don’t know how to explain it—but he came
to me last night, and gave me this locket. It has his picture in it." She
opened it, showing Hope the small picture inside. "He told me to show it
to our daughter, Josephine."
"So the baby’s
a girl, then?"
Rose nodded.
"If Jack can come to me in a dream, and give me this locket, then I’m
willing to believe that he knows whether our baby will be a boy or a girl.
After all, where he’s at now, he can get any information he wants."
Hope smiled as Rose
closed the locket, clutching it tightly for a moment before going on with her
breakfast.