Matt ran so fast that he stumbled into the doorway of Mammy's, causing all the breakfast eaters to look up with a jolt. Mammy putting the last of the pancakes on the grill caught his eye and bid him over.  Before she could speak he stuttered the words, "I have to go and find Goldsmith, Mammy, it's really important. I was hoping he would be here." Matt glanced around the room looking for the...

Mammy stirred her homemade pancake mix with a furry. She wasn't usually ruffled by many things, but Matt hadn't showed up this morning and he was never late. She waited for what seemed like a lifetime before she said in a big voice to one of the local waitresses standing in the corner of the room and putting on her attire, " Florence, I'm troubled about Matt!  Can you go over to his place...

Matt ran as fast as he could. Memories he had stored and blocked in his mind began to flood in like a rush of frozen air. He had forgotten, pain too unbearable had blocked these feelings and memories. "What did Mother give me? " He thought to himself, "A letter?" He tried to recall where he had placed this item, it had all come so suddenly, her death, and previously father's. Why hadn't he...

Morning came soon enough. Though fall had settled in, today the sun was out like a shadow of summer spreading its beams onto the valley reminding the animals to prepare for a new season.  Goldsmith didn't sleep all that well and rousted himself out of bed to look for some morning coffee. He wasn't sure he wanted to face the crowd at Mammy's and poked at his wood stove coals to warm his...

Goldsmith, caught up in the chaos of the moment, did not know what to do. It all seemed so surreal. Not wanting to cause a stir, he picked up his belongings and findings and followed the crowd back to the village.  It was a quiet evening, the streets were bare and not many went for pie and coffee at Mammy's. Goldsmith made himself a fire in his small but now, beloved cabin, and sat at his...