I couldn’t believe the time had finally come for my girls to begin High school. We decided to throw their party early since Jito had to leave soon. As always Crème was the first. She couldn’t wait to get to High School since she would be able to join all sorts of academic clubs.
Then was our middle darling daughter Anglaise, who almost started to cry tears of happiness because she was so happy and excited.
And of couse last but not lease Sabayon, who made sure that we had gotten a special egg and milk free cake along with some Tofu dogs for the party.
Anglaise had ended up joining the cheerleading squad which didn’t really surprise any of us. It seemed only natural for her cheerful, bubbly and easily impressed personality.
Sabayon on the other hand has taken to protesting. What she is protesting I’m not sure but in Sweet Valley they’re always done in a peaceful manner. She has taken her artwork to another level some of her artwork was chosen during the art fair to be hung through out the school. The other day she was told me that she wants to paint for a living because she couldn’t imagine herself doing anything else for a living.
So much was happening with the kids, I would constantly write Jito to keep him up with things at home and relish in the letter that he would send me back. It was like we were courting again through our letters. Even across the many miles that separated us he could still find ways to make me smile and make my heart skip a beat. Everyday I knew that pasted I knew it was another day closer to him coming home. Even though I didn’t know exactly when he would come home I began planning for his homecoming. But when that day came it was not the day that I had envisioned. I’ll never forget that day, it was early enough in the morning that that the kids were still asleep and there was still a bit of fog in the air. I had just finished getting dressed and ready for the day. As I stepped outside to get the paper a car pulled up. Out stepped 3 military officials and as they walked towards me I could see the grim expressions on their faces. “Mrs. Meringue, could we step inside for a moment?” Asked the lead one. “Of course, where are my manners?” I said as I ushered them in. With a sigh the one that spoke to me outside began to speak in a flat tone “Mrs. Meringue we regretfully are here to inform you that your husband Lieutenant Mojito Meringue has been killed.”