He shook the newspaper and said nothing more until Sarah announced that supper was ready.
Sarah talked endlessly about her flower garden, the weather and anything else that came to her mind.
On the other hand, if Sarah was telling the truth, there was another side to Giddon - a loyal brother.
"Well," Sarah amended, "I don't know that much about bears and things like that.
Sarah eyed her with sympathy.
Sarah abruptly stopped talking and smiled meekly.
Sarah asked the question with genuine interest.
Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
Sarah entered the room carrying a pan of steaming biscuits.
She was intruding, but it soon became obvious that Sarah wasn't going to sit down until everyone else was seated.
She slid into the chair across from Tammy, and Sarah sat down at the other end of the table.
"It's going to be a beautiful day," Sarah said as she turned her attention back to her food.
Sarah waved a hand at Lisa, watching Giddon intently.
Sarah shook her head.
Without further argument, Sarah and Tammy left, and Lisa was alone.
In 1796, he extracted fluid from the pox on the hand of a dairymaid named Sarah Nelmes—who had caught the condition from her cow Blossom—and injected the fluid into a cut in eight-year-old James Phipps's arm.
"No, you go ahead," Sarah interrupted with another wave of the hand.
Sarah gave Giddon a stern look and then returned her attention to Lisa.
Sarah silently watched her son with what appeared to be amused interest.
Sarah studied the situation with wise eyes.
Much as she liked Sarah, the idea of Giddon's displeasure would prohibit any such intent.
He and Sarah had done far more for her than could have been expected.
The place was quiet and secluded, and Sarah would be a sweet person to work for.
Sarah met them at the door, her puzzled gaze going from Giddon to Lisa.
Sarah hugged her son and then Lisa.
Was Sarah concerned about the money?
Maybe Sarah suspected that Giddon felt sorry for her.
Sarah made a face.
She patted Sarah on the shoulder.
Sarah and Giddon both seemed content with the arrangement, but she felt guilty about the money she earned... or didn't earn.
Tammy could swim almost as well as Lisa, but Sarah couldn't swim at all, confessing unabashed that she was afraid of the water.
Sarah couldn't understand her desire to be alone, but she accepted it.
By day, the mystery lurked in every look exchanged between Sarah and Giddon.
One evening, close to suppertime, Lisa, Tammy and Sarah were lounging around the pool.
There was only one way to find out... well, maybe two, but asking Sarah or Giddon was probably wasted effort.
Giddon immediately became absorbed in a book, and Sarah worked on a sweater she was crocheting.
If Giddon and Sarah were both in town, then she was alone.
Tammy and Sarah were in the kitchen when she returned, and Tammy was standing in a chair ripping the cover off some chocolate chip cookies.
Sarah made an excuse of putting Tammy down for a nap and left them alone.
Sarah and Tammy were putting up groceries when Lisa announced she was going to take a walk.
Sarah apparently hadn't noticed the car.
Surely Sarah and Tammy weren't involved, but did they know?
Tammy and Sarah were eating a snack on the patio.
Sarah replied amiably, ignoring his obvious annoyance.
"Half-Sister," Sarah corrected, her voice composed again.
Maybe Sarah was making up a story to cover up for Yancey.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
Sarah started putting up the groceries.
Sarah glanced up with a short laugh.
Sarah turned to Lisa with a smile.
By the next day she was ready to resume her normal activities, but Sarah insisted it was Saturday and she should take some time to enjoy herself.
Lisa glanced sharply at Sarah, a slow flush invading her face.
Sarah was his mother, so he would be respectful, and if he wasn't she could always walk away.
Was that what Sarah had found so amusing the first day - the fact that she hadn't melted under Yancey's stern gaze?
Was Sarah encouraging a relationship between them?
Sarah would do whatever Giddon said, because he was her son... and Tammy had no choice.
When Lisa questioned Sarah about the car, she passed it off as a friend of Giddon's, and quickly changed the subject.
Nonsense, you're not putting us out, but you're more than welcome to use the phone... and please call me Sarah.
Sarah's gentle voice was so much like the mother she lost.
Sarah's expression went from surprise to joy in the blink of an eye.
Sarah's tone had an anxious quality, and Giddon's expression was much too stern for the situation.
Or was it something else that troubled Sarah?
Lisa rose from her chair and glanced down at Sarah.
What she expected to see when she turned was Sarah's white Plymouth, but the car that stopped before the house was Allen's red Eagle Talon.
After lunch, Giddon's offer to help Lisa with the dishes was met by a raised eyebrow from Sarah.
The humor in Sarah's eyes was immediately replaced with concern - and then a guarded expression.
"Valorie," Sarah's voice spoke behind her.
Lisa asked as she turned to look at Sarah.
Sarah's smile broadened until it crinkled her eyes.
If Sarah thought she understood Yancey's moods, she was mistaken.
There could be a number of reasons that Sarah would welcome her as a daughter-in-law, not the least of which was the goings-on down that path.
If Sarah suspected that she already knew what was going on and looked the other way, why not welcome her into the family?
Sarah was right about one thing.
Had he heard her conversation with Sarah?
Yet someone had told him that she was working for Sarah.
Lisa sat down and accepted the bowl full of scrambled eggs Sarah passed to her.
Both Sarah and Tammy were watching her.
How much had Sarah heard?
She finished her breakfast with little conversation and saw Sarah and Tammy off to church.
She was staring at the cake, trying to find some fond memory to shove aside the pictures in her mind when Sarah walked into the room.
Maybe it would hurt Sarah's feelings less if she simply told the truth.
Sarah put a hand to her mouth.
Sarah nodded, obviously still unsure about the situation.
When Lisa emerged from her room dressed in casuals, Sarah looked up and smiled.
Sarah was watching him intently.
She was tempted to try, but both he and Sarah would probably be watching.
Sarah gave him a stern look.
Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes as she continued her needlework.
Sarah snickered and Lisa glanced up in time to see Yancey shoot his mother a warning look.
She glanced down at Sarah.
Sarah shrugged, continuing her work.
Sarah said nothing as she walked away.
After breakfast she started the laundry while Sarah and Tammy watched a morning children's program.
Maybe next time Sarah went shopping... and Yancey wasn't at home.
When Sarah learned of her plan to go to the house and pick up some things, she insisted there was no reason to stay.
Without looking back, she dashed to the house, past a startled Sarah, and then to her room.
No one was in the kitchen, but a note from Sarah explained that she and Tammy had gone to town shopping again.
Sarah came home as she was putting the tuna salad into the refrigerator.
Tammy was in the back seat asleep, so she carefully unbuckled her and carried her to the house while Sarah brought in the shopping sacks.
"Are you sure?" came Sarah's voice from the family room.
And Sarah was involved?
It was hard to believe sweet little Sarah would be involved with anything so sinister.
"Now son," Sarah spoke calmly.
Sarah's voice called down the hall.
She took the receiver from Sarah.
The doorbell rang and she felt a rush of panic when she heard Sarah answer the door.
I heard you talking to Sarah tonight.
She raised her face to look at him and caught Sarah and Connie making a hasty exit from the room.
Sarah Carrington rounded the corner to the foyer and scowled at him.
If Jackson was Adonis, then Sarah was Aphrodite.
She made no move to release him, "I am Sarah Carrington."
Sarah mirrored his shocked countenance.
He looked to Sarah, who had also succumbed to the craving.
The only sound Sarah had made throughout the ordeal was an occasional sniff, as she attempted to wipe away the product of her distress with the back of her hand.
He opened it to confirm his presumption regarding Sarah's hair.
Sarah broke the silence with a tenuous giggle that evoked a twisted smile from Jackson.
Sarah held Jackson's hand as they discussed the reality of their situation.
He approached Sarah and held her by the throat.
Sarah's eyes were wide as saucers and Jackson knew he had no choice.
He led the remaining man to Sarah.
Sarah searched her friend's eyes, with a tear-stained face.
Jackson could not bring himself to return Sarah's gaze.
After composing himself, he found Sarah's room and knocked on the door.
His feelings towards Sarah resembled those toward his older sister, Emily, whom he idolized as a caregiver, teacher, and confident.
Sarah stood, dumfounded, with a hand touching her cheek.
Sarah and Jackson spent the night becoming acquainted as well as discussing plans for escape.
Sarah felt unsure about running at first, however Jackson held strong to his conviction that death would be preferable to living as a minion for a madman.
Are you able to run, Sarah?
Sarah asked, "How will we feed?"
Sarah broke down weeping at the hopelessness, and as much as Jackson desired to comfort her, he could not find the strength.
Jackson heard a noise and motioned to Sarah to silence herself.
Sarah and Jackson stayed a safe distance."You are not here to kill us?"
Frederick appeared to be taken aback both by the story, and the speed at which Sarah relayed it.
Sarah held a hand to her chest.
Marie and Frederick consumed two vials each, leaving the majority, which Sarah and Jackson greedily consumed.
Sarah gasped and clasped her hands to her chest as Frederick lowered his head.
Jackson held Sarah's hand as a gesture of comfort.
Sarah and Jackson were instructed to drink from the goblet.
Jackson knew Sarah would talk when she felt ready.
He hated all this emotional nonsense, and had it been anyone but Sarah, he would have made a hasty retreat and stayed away until the waterworks passed.
Sarah was a hopeless romantic, constantly searching for her 'soul mate'.
Sarah usually made her beaus understand that vampirism isn't all it is cracked up to be, and she would not wish this life on anyone.
Sarah had fallen in love with him in 1912.
He suspected Standish knew Sarah's secret all along and only used her to turn him.
Jackson hunted him down, beat him mercilessly, and then threatened to stake him if he ever went near Sarah again.
They had been in New England for a mere three months, but Sarah had fallen fast and hard for Connor.
He wanted to stay home in case the human got out of line, yet Sarah had insisted he leave for the night.
He handed Sarah hers, sat close, and put his arm around her, planting a gentle kiss on her temple.
Sarah chuckled through her tears.
Jackson returned to the drawing room to find Sarah exactly where he left her.
As he walked to the door leading to the basement, Sarah called after him, "Thank you."
Sarah offered a great deal of help here.
Sarah rarely fed on humans anymore.
Is Sarah going to kill me?
Sarah loves you, why would she kill you?
You're here because Sarah wants to give you some time to calm down and accept things.
He glared at him with his face barely an inch away and hissed, Let's get one thing straight, Skippy, Sarah is the best woman you and I will ever know.
The most important thing you need to know is that Sarah has never killed anyone.
You're going to have to get that from Sarah.
How did you feel about Sarah yesterday?
You and Sarah need to make it work and you're never going to get there if you don't talk to her.
As he refilled the human's glass he continued, Why don't you have a few more drinks, make yourself some food; I'm sure Sarah stocked the fridge with all your favorites.
I'll have Sarah wait until then to come back down.
He found Sarah in the drawing room, again, right where he had left her, despondence across her face.
No one would ever be good enough for Sarah in Jackson's eyes, however, as far as boyfriends went, this guy seemed pretty amiable.
Jackson was always ready to influence people, yet Sarah insisted they use that as a last resort.
Sarah laughed for the second time today.
Sarah's face assumed a serious cast as she added, "You're also my hero."
Sarah could never understand why; she guessed it was some macho alpha male thing, but Jackson would occasionally go out looking for trouble.
At times he couldn't reach, and it would be up to Sarah.
Really Sarah, can you honestly say you don't taste the plastic bag?
Sarah tucked her feet beneath her.
Sarah, your stock dealings have outperformed the market every year since 1933, of course you're going to be investigated.
Sarah groaned, "Connor's down there."
Sarah would say, "Seen one orange leaf, seen 'em all."
Sarah would surely be down soon.
After a few minutes, he heard Sarah behind him, though something sounded strange.
Sarah removed the towel from her hair and shook out her locks.
He never allowed anyone but Sarah to see that side of him, and she often felt sorry for his inability to let the rest of the world in.
When Sarah asked why, he answered, "I don't know, I guess I'm running out of things to say."
Jackson sat at the piano while Sarah found her usual chair, and grabbed a throw pillow to hug.
Sarah enjoyed watching him play almost as much as listening.
Sarah shrieked, "Is that really how you see me?"
Sarah had only seen him cry twice through all the years.
Sarah had to convince him not to turn Emily.
Sarah held him while he sobbed uncontrollably.
He grieved for years and Sarah worried for a time that he might find someone to stake him.
Were it not for Sarah, he would have.
Jackson finished playing and looked up at Sarah.
Sarah and Jackson's bedrooms were at opposite ends of the long hallway.
Throwing on some jeans, a T-shirt and a pair of Nikes, he decided to take a walk, but first, he would check on Sarah.
He found Sarah in the kitchen.
Connor had been with many women, even lived with one for a year, yet he had never met anyone he had connected with like Sarah.
Sarah opened the door and said, "Good-morning."
Sarah took on a tone of desperation.
Sarah couldn't hold up any longer.
They were both quiet for a moment, and then Sarah said, "Will you please give me a chance to prove that this isn't as bad as you think."
He returned a few hours later, made a drink, and went to the kitchen where Sarah had started making breakfast for Connor.
Sarah shot him a look that clearly meant, 'Back off.'
Sarah laughed out loud.
Maybe Sarah told him she would protect him, but still it was pretty ballsy.
Sarah plated up the eggs.
Sarah let out a groan and started eating.
When they had finished their breakfast, Connor said, "Sarah, I'd like to talk to Jackson alone for a minute if you don't mind."
Sarah seemed confused as well.
Sarah told me you aren't really related.
No one would believe two people as attractive as Sarah and Jackson could be in a platonic relationship, so it kept the neighbors from gossiping.
Most of Sarah's boyfriends gave him a wide berth and avoided contact at all cost.
Here's the thing: You see, I am just too much man for Sarah, so it didn't work out.
Did Sarah tell you how long we have been living together?
We have been through more together than you could possibly imagine, and through it all Sarah has been my rock, and I hers.
He knew Sarah would be listening in somewhere, and when he entered the drawing room, he had proof.
Sarah almost started to press the issue, but thought better of it.
Connor entered the room and Sarah ran to him, giving him a hug and peck on the lips.
Sarah stood, took his face in her hands, and kissed him on the forehead.
Could do both, but Sarah would call me a glutton.
He had nearly nodded off when he heard Sarah come home.
He dressed and went into Sarah's room.
Jackson burst through the door with the girl in his arms screaming, Sarah!
Sarah asked, "What's her name?"
Sarah silently gave thanks that Connor had left.
Sarah made her forget the attack and think she had an accident.
Sarah was waiting when he returned home.
"Never a dull moment in Transylvania," Sarah quipped.
When he had finished, Sarah waited a moment then brought her hands together.
Sarah said, Something's come up and I need to stay home today.
Sarah ended the call with, Ok I'll call you later.
Sarah jumped up and exclaimed, "You have feelings for this woman!"
Sarah was in the kitchen when Jackson returned home.
This is going to be tough, he thought as he entered Sarah's fridge to get some swill.
Don't start with me, Sarah.
Sarah pinched her bottom lip with her thumb and index finger.
Sarah was waiting for Connor when she heard strange noises coming from Jackson's room.
Sarah had never seen him like this, never thought she would.
Sarah started to pick up clothes and put them back in the cavernous, walk-in closet.
Jackson glared at him as Sarah said, "Jackson is having a little trouble deciding what to wear on his date."
Sarah stared at him as if to say, are you out of your mind?
Sarah knew better than to admonish him for his threat.
Sarah, can I borrow your Lexus?
A simple choker adorned her neck, a diamond tennis bracelet her wrist and she wore silver strappy heels he thought he had seen on Sarah.
Sarah heard Jackson come in and jumped out of bed to get a report.
Sarah, give the guy a break.
Sarah heard the piano playing very softly as she started down the stairs to make breakfast,.
Sarah pointed to the piano.
Sarah loved a project; he could see the wheels turning.
Connor came down to the kitchen looking for Sarah.
Sarah sat on the counter with one leg on either side of Connor, kissing him.
Sarah threw her head back laughing.
As he headed for the door, Sarah called, "Don't forget tomorrow night's the full moon."
Sarah yelled, Bring Elisabeth for dinner on Saturday.
Everything Sarah does is over the top.
Speaking of Sarah, she wants you to come for dinner Saturday.
Sarah headed to Jackson and upon seeing the landscape said, That's beautiful.
Sarah stood directly in front of it.
Sarah grabbed him, shaking his shoulders.
Jesus Sarah, you nearly gave me a heart attack.
Sarah smacked him and headed to the kitchen to plan her menu.
You know, you will never find a better woman than Sarah.
Jackson found Sarah sitting in the drawing room sipping coffee.
The full moon had always been a time that Sarah and Jackson spent together.
Sarah felt their relationship changing.
That evening, Sarah made a pasta dinner and they all chatted amiably.
Connor and Sarah were cuddling in front of the fire.
Sarah said, "Listen, can you hear that?"
Connor turned to Sarah.
Sarah, what's the matter?
Sarah floated into the room as Jackson took Elisabeth's coat.
Elisabeth Sidwell… Sarah Carrington.
Sarah glared at him.
Sarah took her hand.
Elisabeth appraised Jackson then Sarah.
While Jackson made drinks, Sarah introduced Connor who was thinking, cripes another one.
Sarah was asking Elisabeth about her art when she stopped mid-sentence, spotting her feet.
Sarah jumped up, took both her hands and screeched, "Come with me!"
The women were in Sarah's shoe closet, which was larger than most bedrooms.
Sarah had left her door open so Jackson could hear fairly well.
He had not realized until this moment how important it was that Sarah and Elisabeth like each other.
Sarah never let anyone help her cook.
This felt so different than all the years of just him and Sarah.
She would have liked Elisabeth as much as Sarah did.
When they had finished dinner and were having port back in the drawing room, Jackson asked, "Now that you've seen Sarah's shoe closet, would you like to see the rest of the house?"
Sarah was listening downstairs, and when she knew they were in the music room, she grabbed Connor's hand.
The two were at the door and Sarah crooned, Jackson promised he would play for us tonight.
Sarah argued, Oh, come on.
She could see Jackson didn't want to play, but she really wanted to hear him, had a feeling Sarah would win in the end.
Sarah and Connor sat down, but Elisabeth stood at the piano.
"Come on," groaned Sarah.
She curtseyed as she finished and Sarah moaned, "You guys are awful."
Sarah continued her protest until Jackson admonished her, "What have we said about whining in front of company, you know it's not polite."
Next week Sarah and Connor are going to his parent's house in Maine.
"You could spend the night," piped in Sarah.
She had already invited Sarah and Connor.
Sarah rose and kissed her.
Thursday night, Sarah, Connor, and Jackson were having dinner when Jackson said, "Sarah, I need you to do something for me tomorrow night."
After dinner Sarah said, I'm going into town to buy a new clutch for tomorrow.
What does Sarah say?
This is between you and Sarah.
Connor and Sarah seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Sarah told Jackson she didn't see how she would be able to get Elisabeth's attention long enough to influence her.
Jackson was speaking with some rich blowhard when he noticed Elisabeth make her way to Connor and Sarah.
She took Sarah's hands, probably thanking her for attending.
She dropped Sarah's hands and looked up, spotting Jackson.
She headed straight for him, so he assumed Sarah hadn't made contact or was unable to influence her.
Jackson took a step back in shock, then noticed Connor and Sarah across the room laughing hysterically.
Sarah gave him the thumbs up sign.
He had been hoping Sarah would be unsuccessful.
Sarah heard Jackson and slowly unfurled herself from a sleeping Connor.
Sarah grabbed his hand.
Sarah, you down there?
Connor frowned at Sarah.
He sat next to Sarah, giving her a peck on the cheek.
Sarah broke in, "He might have a point you know."
Sarah and Connor cracked up.
He practically flew down the stairs, but didn't make it out the door before Sarah asked where he was going.
Sarah put her hand on his back.
They exchanged hellos and Connor asked, "Sarah around?"
When Sarah returned with the groceries, she found Jackson in the holding room making the bed.
Sarah allowed her hope to sink in before continuing.
"Do you want us to leave or stay?" asked Sarah.
I also brought something for Sarah.
They made their way into the house and greeted Sarah and Connor.
Elisabeth brought a present for you Sarah.
Connor and Sarah stood on the landing.
Sarah said, I thought we would make individual stone pies tonight.
Jackson was thankful Sarah and Connor were there.
Sarah suggested a game of Scrabble after dinner.
Elisabeth won the game and when they finished Sarah and Connor said goodnight.
Sarah was in the kitchen.
Sarah and Connor were in her room when they heard Jackson burst through the door.
When she reached the top of the stairs, Sarah panicked, seeing Jackson alone and in a fit of rage.
Sarah was unable to move, unable to believe her ears.
Sarah had not seen him like this since Emily died.
Sarah put herself between him and the door.
Get out of my way, Sarah.
Sarah handed him his two glasses.
Sarah watched him climb the stairs while tears ran down her face.
A few hours later, Sarah crept into his room to check on him.
Sarah must have taken it.
He rose slowly and headed downstairs to find Sarah on the sofa.
You said I fell in love with who Sarah is, not what she is.
Sarah has fangs and has to be careful not to crush me whenever we hug 24/7.
Tears were streaming down Sarah's face as she kissed Connor.
When Sarah returned, cases of liquor were stacked by the door.
Sarah lay on the bed beside him and put her head on his chest.
Sarah sighed and tilted her head up to him.
Sarah held his hand.
Jesus Sarah, why would you do that without asking me?
Jackson's anger stemmed more from the fact that he wanted to ask about Elisabeth's frame of mind, rather than from Sarah going behind his back.
Maybe Sarah was right and he should give Elisabeth a chance to explain why she let this happen.
You didn't have to do that, Sarah.
Sarah held his shoulders.
Miss Sarah, Mr. Jackson, are you home?
Sarah and Jackson never treated them like employees.
Sarah met Consuelo on the stairs and kissed her cheek.
When Sarah returned to Jackson's room he still sat at the window.
Sarah sat on the arm of the chair and hugged him.
Sarah kissed him on the cheek.
Sarah influenced you the night of your showing.
He couldn't go home and let Sarah and Connor see how tentative his composure was.
When Jackson returned home, Sarah and Connor were sitting down for dinner.
Sarah, what did you do with the painting?
Sarah met him at the base.
Sarah peeked around the door.
I can't lose her, Sarah.
I'm sure Sarah has something prepared on the off chance you'll be there.
You know, Sarah was very kind to me.
Yeah, Sarah recently told him.
They pulled up in front of the house, and Sarah met them at the door.
The three sat, Sarah inquiring about their day.
Connor arrived, sat next to Sarah and kissed her.
Sarah brought Elisabeth up to speed about the Halloween gala and asked if she would like to help plan it.
Sarah crossed her arms.
Connor yawned, "I'm ready for bed, you coming Sarah?"
The reason Sarah always chased this now made sense.
Jackson found Sarah in the kitchen making breakfast.
Yep. Sarah and Connor are going to Maine today and we have a date in my music room, remember?
Sarah sat in the drawing room sipping coffee when Jackson and Elisabeth were ready to leave.
Elisabeth perched on the arm of the sofa next to Sarah.
Sarah really does want me to carve all those pumpkins, doesn't she?
She chuckled, "Sarah and Connor would have to leave."
I think you would need to ask Sarah.
Let's see what Sarah has to say first.
They had been at it for a few hours when Connor and Sarah returned home.
Sarah skated into the kitchen, kissing them both, "Hi, look at you busy beavers."
Sarah inspected the pumpkins that were finished.
Jackson held Elisabeth's finger and bellowed, "Sarah, get in here, now!"
Sarah and Connor rushed to the kitchen.
Sarah mused, "Maybe the powers that be want to make sure you can't hurt her."
At the exact moment they both said, "We can never tell Sarah."
Elisabeth told her about Sarah and how they would never hear the end of it if she knew what had happened here.
Christ, she could give Sarah a run for her money.
Sarah entered the panty to find him drinking straight from a bottle.
Elisabeth and Sarah joined him.
"So," asked Sarah, "how did it go with the witch?"
Sarah, please, cut me some slack here.
Sarah chirped, There's a frittata here.
Sarah broke in, "Elisabeth has been telling us about your visit to New Orleans, as well."
Connor laughed, stood and kissed Sarah.
They had accomplished quite a bit the previous day, and Sarah felt comfortable about being away for the next two days.
Sarah, is there something else you want us to do while you're here?
Once Sarah left the room, Jackson asked, "What made you decide to stay?"
How much did you tell Sarah about our trip?
Sarah prepared stuffed crown roast with vegetables and homemade applesauce for dinner.
After dinner, Connor and Sarah said goodnight.
It was a note from Sarah.
I love you both, Sarah.
They were still in bed when Sarah and Connor returned.
Sarah has news; she'll come barging in here.
Sarah jumped up and down waving her left hand.
Sarah gushed, It was so romantic.
Sarah continued her story, turning to Jackson, "The only thing missing… you weren't there to give me away."
Jackson looked apologetically at Connor who rolled his eyes, and said, Yes Sarah, he knew.
Sarah blew out a breath.
Connor and Sarah turned in early.
Sarah's shoes wouldn't even fit in his place, and there is no point in them buying something else.
I think he's hoping Sarah will turn him someday.
Sarah had asked Elisabeth to help with pies, so they spent the better part of the day in the kitchen.
Sarah removed the last batch of pies from the oven at 4:00p.m. then surveyed the estate, a virtual Fall/Halloween Extravaganza inside and out.
Elisabeth, Sarah needs to see you, excuse us.
I figured you and Sarah would be the only ones to notice.
You better stay away from Sarah, she'll kill you.
I would like to ask everyone to raise their glass in a toast to my sister and her new husband, Sarah and Connor; a pair who complement each other perfectly.
Sarah, I truly believe Connor is the Yang to your Yin.