Hellen

For most of that day, I sat alone in my room reading Macbeth. I didn’t set down my book until once again, there was a knock at the door. This time it was around three o’clock in the afternoon. I rolled my eyes and went to answer the door. 

“What do you want?” I asked the visitor. 

“Hey! That’s no way to greet your brother,” Charles replied. 

I rolled my eyes again. “Do you need something, or can I be left alone?” 

“Well, it’s tea in a couple of hours, and I was wondering if maybe you’d allow m—er—Edmund to invite Charlotte.” 

“I have two things to say to you about that. One: I’m not planning to attend tea today, and two: lay off her, Charles! For the last time, she’s engaged and there is nothing—nothing you can do to change that, so let it be!” 

He opened his mouth to protest but then thought better of it. Instead, he smirked and said, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” He left the room.  

I pondered for a moment over whether or not I should continue reading. As I pondered, my eyes drifted around the room, and for the first time since I’d arrived at the Turners’ mansion, I realized how boring the room looked, so I made a decision: I’d go to the store and purchase more furniture for décor. 

I took a stroll to the nursery to purchase some plants and pots. I selected two pots of peace lilies to go on top of Sarah and my bedside table. My next stop was at a store where frames were sold. I purchased six frames in total so that I could paint some portraits when I was home. Finally, I walked to the art store to purchase some canvases, paintbrushes, and powdery pigment in several colors so I could make paint. 

Then, I went home and decorated my bedroom. I arranged the frames on the wall near the door. I put the peace lilies on the nightstands. Lastly, I ground the pigment into an oily substance and painted portraits of all my siblings and me, then one of the entire Page family. Each one of those portraits took me about a half-hour, so by the time I was finished, it was already time for supper.