The Old Woman of Queen Ann's Square1789The Old Woman of Queen Ann's Square16 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Towards the end of my life, I sat in my drawing room, a fire crackling in the fireplace. I had a book resting in my lap, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. I was staring blankly at the wall, thoughts wandering aimlessly about my mind until my maid, Helen, informed me I had a visitor.
I looked up tiredly, jerking abruptly out of my thoughts. "Who is it?" I asked wearily.
"A young man, maybe in his early thirties." Helen answered, "He says he's from the colonies. He told me that came to London specially to see you, ma'am."
"Does this young man have a name?" I asked.
Helen gave me a wry smile. "He certainly has one, but I couldn't pronounce it myself even if I tried, my lady."
I sighed. I didn't know, nor particularly care who this man was, but it would be rude to turn him away at that point. Funny. I mused to myself, Had I been a younger woman, I would not have cared if I was rude or not.
"You may send him in." I sighed, shifting in my slightly overstuf