Backtracking to my post from January 23rd, I have an ammendment. Clara’s name has changed. I can’t help it – she insisted. Here it is:
Clara Rose Bosworth.
A worthy name, I must say. And she does know better than I.
I’m starting to get to know Clara Rose and I have to admit that my first impression of her was not quite accurate. I had her pegged as strong-willed and although I think she can hold her own without backing down, her seemingly stubborn exterior is a cover-up for the fear and hopelessness she feels.
Oops, I shouldn’t have said that. Clara is giving me a nasty look.
Did I tell you that she is a librarian? Go figure. (Another nasty look.)
Clara Rose’s story is beginning to unfold in my overactive imagination, and I am looking forward to hearing everything she has to say . . . and even the stuff she doesn’t want to tell me. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s a pretty brave woman. (I can see her out of the corner of my eye, looking at me with some skepticism.)
I don’t want to say too much more lest I scare the poor girl away. She’s already wondering if she did the right thing in letting me in on as much as she has.
Hang in there, Clara Rose!