Reaching her destination, Anita reached into her bag and pulled out an apple covered in chocolate and candy. She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulders and peered down at her friend who was just now gripping the first branch.
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“We’ve been over this a katrillion times. Being up in a tree is more of an adventure than just sitting down there on the ground.”
“Yeah well we’ve been over this a katrillion times, Anita,” he grunted, pulling himself up, “katrillion isn’t a number.”
“It is if I want it to be.”
When he finally swung his leg over the side of the branch she had delegated as ‘their spot’, Jasper held out his hand and she smacked a candy coated apple into it.
“Do you ever get in trouble for playing with me?” she asked, smearing chocolate all over her small face as she took more of a bite than she could handle.
“By who?”
“I don’t know. Your father?”
Jasper laughed. “My father doesn’t even know where I am unless I’m two feet in front of him. A distance I try my best not to come to, might I add. Besides, even if he did know I was here, he’d probably be happy I suppose.”
“Is it because my family is richer than yours?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
Anita’s family was indeed quite a bit richer than Jasper’s. She was the sole heir to the Montgomery fortune. Her father, a duke, had worked his way up in society by being a good man, an honest man. He had married Anita’s mother not out of duty, but out of love, even after she had been shrouded in scandal; a false scandal.
When Anita was born, the duke had decided that city life was not family life. He uprooted his family, staff, horses, dogs, and even the minister, and set up a quiet country estate to live on. The death of his wife, however, changed him.
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word count: 286
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“We’ve been over this a katrillion times. Being up in a tree is more of an adventure than just sitting down there on the ground.”
“Yeah well we’ve been over this a katrillion times, Anita,” he grunted, pulling himself up, “katrillion isn’t a number.”
“It is if I want it to be.”
When he finally swung his leg over the side of the branch she had delegated as ‘their spot’, Jasper held out his hand and she smacked a candy coated apple into it.
“Do you ever get in trouble for playing with me?” she asked, smearing chocolate all over her small face as she took more of a bite than she could handle.
“By who?”
“I don’t know. Your father?”
Jasper laughed. “My father doesn’t even know where I am unless I’m two feet in front of him. A distance I try my best not to come to, might I add. Besides, even if he did know I was here, he’d probably be happy I suppose.”
“Is it because my family is richer than yours?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
Anita’s family was indeed quite a bit richer than Jasper’s. She was the sole heir to the Montgomery fortune. Her father, a duke, had worked his way up in society by being a good man, an honest man. He had married Anita’s mother not out of duty, but out of love, even after she had been shrouded in scandal; a false scandal.
When Anita was born, the duke had decided that city life was not family life. He uprooted his family, staff, horses, dogs, and even the minister, and set up a quiet country estate to live on. The death of his wife, however, changed him.
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word count: 286
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