Make it Write Untitled by Brent Iwanski, 16 Spirithawk@rocketmail.com Lizabeth looked up into Miss Lottie's sad and understanding eyes, and it hurt her to do so, because her woman-side understood and realized why the Marigolds were there. "Miss Lottie!" Lizabeth choked. "I didn't see you!" "Of course not my dear child." Miss Lottie's soothing voice brought Lizabeth's chills to a calming shiver. "You were in quite a rage." "I am sorry, madam, I didn't know what I was doing. Please don't hurt me, or wake up your son. I'll do anything." "You do not have to do anything, girl. You are just as innocent as I am." "Innocent? What do you mean?" Lizabeth was embarrassed by her question. She was embarrassed by her presence. "Well, are you innocent, child? These are very hard times my dear. The very sole reason why I planted those marigolds were to bring beauty to all this 'ugliness.' All these years I have been trying to scare off you kids, then I came to realize that I was just presenting forth that beauty to myself, and not to others. I guess it comes down to the fact that we are all trying to pull through this hardship." There was no emotion in Miss Lottie's voice. She said what she had to say, and then turned around and hobbled back into her house. Lizabeth was still quite stunned, and sat there for a while. She then heard the creaky sound of the shack door struggling against the warped wooden porch to open. Miss Lottie stepped towards Lizabeth, and dropped something into her lap. She then turned around, and walked stealthily back into the house. Lizabeth looked down in curiosity, and saw in shock that it was small bag full of marigold seeds.

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