((Timeskip, three days later. O:))

Dear Diary,

I'm so excited! I'm going back visit dear Patience! Oh, how fun this shall be! But first, let me write how my week has gone so far, most displeasing, it was.

After coming home, I found I had so many chores to complete, I was exhausted! Then, the next day, I ripped the hem out of my dress by accident, now I must spend this Saturday mending it. But oh, my mood has greatly improved!

Until later,

~Genvieve

She walked to the place, with a basket of bread and homemade sausage on her arm, and knocked on the door. She waited for someone to answer it.

Dear Journal,

Patience has been seeming all around secretive since I came back from sweeping today.  Seems as she's got Lissa and Catty in on it also.  Over in the corner they are, whispering and giggling if I try to ask what it is that's got them up and excited, even if I so much as look at them.  Gosh but it's no use to try and ask.  They'll tell me if they want and if not I'll never convince them with ten of me.

I've reached the end of the paper and flipped it over only to discover the other side full as well.  All my glorious paper, filled.  But with my words, as it is, so much that I'm writing in all the spaces and up sides at this moment to fit it in.  Then back to my scraps as was as normal before.  Some selfish part of me seems about to want more like Genevieve's, but I don't need paper.  Not when mum and the girls need food.

Catty's got her fingers tugging on my arm, and far from anything could I refuse her attention.

-Eli

Catty tugged Eli's stained sleeve.  "Jijah get it, Jijah get it!"  Eli pulled her into his lap, tickling her softly.  "Get what, Catty, what?"  Then he heard the soft knock on the door again, polite but firm, that he had missed before as he was caught up in the effort of writing.  He looked at Patience and Lissa and they giggled back.  "You Jijah, go, go!" said Catty.  "Right, right," Eli replied, setting Catty running back to her sisters and eyeing them with playful suspicion.  Weary as he was, he still loved to play with the girls.  Hopping carefully through few crowded feet to the door, he hooked his finger in the handle and cracked it open.  There, with a basket hooked on her arm, stood Genevieve.  "Oh," said Eli, turning red.  "Hello."  

Genevieve smiled brightly at Eli. "Hi Eli, may I come in?"  She supressed her surpised look and tone, for she hadn't put two and two together that he was Patience's brother. She could already hear the girls giggling, and couldn't wait to see them. She had been loooking foward to visiting them for quite a while. Still in disbelief that he actually lived there, she gently pulled out her diary, hoping she wasn't appearing rude, but scribbled an entry.

Dear Diary,

Thank God I brought you with me! Oh, quite a new development! Eli is Patience's brother! I feel quite idiotic, I didn't think of that sooner. But if i had known, I surely would have spent a little more time on my appearance. My hair, I hastily put it up earlier, so it's in a slopply, lopsided bun. My dress is hardly anything to look at, rumpled, the hem worn. And I did happen to wear my oldest pair of shoes!

But yet again, why am I worrying so much about how I look, just because Eli is there? Maybe it's because I have yet to make friends with the lad, it's not like we see each other much, and when we do, he hardly utters a word! So maybe this shall be a good experience for us all, I will make him talk to me quite a bit, I will!

Hm. Just thought of something, maybe I shall give him some more paper, but that means another trip to the marketplace, and another visit.

Until a spare moment,

~Genevieve

Genevieve smiled at Eli once again, then stepped inside. She gave Patience a hug, and greeted all the rest. She and Patience chatted, and she spotted Eli writing in his journal. Determined, Genevieve was going to go talk to Eli, to make him talk. But first, she must inquire a few things or two. In other words, finding out why Eli hardly ever talks.

"Hey, Patience, is there a reason why Eli hardly ever utters a word to me?" She said this in a low voice, her head cocked to the side curiously. She brushed back a loose strand of hair, then set down the basket. "Oh, by the way, I brought you something." She then picked the basket back up, placing it on a small table, gesturing towards it with her hand.

Dear Diary,

Oh, Eli is avoiding me, yet again! How masterfully he does it, even in his own home! But I will get him to talk, I will!

Pardon me for this short, hideous entry, but there shall be more to tell later!

Until then,

~Genevieve

((Sounds like a plan, Tacos. xD))

((Yeah, it'd be weird if Patience could write. xD You have the right idea. ^^...I'll just post on this post, rather than editing the other one, mmk?))

Genevieve smiled brightly at them, feeling so happy that she could make them so happy. But it also saddened her, for it wasn't that much food, but yet again, it was to them. She directed her attention to Eli, locking her eyes with his. "No problem. But now you all should dig in, I'd be upset if you all didn't enjoy." Then she turned, and walked away from the food, sitting delicately on the floor in the corner, thankful her long skirts covered her legs. She studied the way they looked at the food, and made a promise to herself to bring tons everytime she visited, and she swore to visit at least twice a week. But I must first get permission from Mother first, she'd be terribly upset if she didn't know where I was, or where the food was, she thought with a small frown. She grabbed at her diary, flipping it open to a page.

Dear Diary,

Oh, the looks on their precious faces! Especially Eli's. Eli, now he is something. Barely utters a word, except to thank me, then blushes. Of course, Patience said he was shy, but she wouldn't stop giggling. I will crack him sooner or later, but until then, I'll just observe this family.

Until sometime,

~Genevieve.