Jefferson - InsanityThe candlelight was waning, but I took no notice. I couldn't, even as the wax dripped down the holder and threatened to hit my paper--I had to finish this letter; I could not leave it for the morning. With my back hunched over my desk, my fingers cramping after writing for so long, I was beginning to feel like myself again. I didn't want the moment to leave.
"Mr. Thomas?" Elizabeth's entrance had been so subtle I had not heard it; I jumped. "Mr. Thomas, you should be getting to bed soon. It's awful late." I heard her place a dish at my elbow, and I glanced over at it. A half-empty cup of broth.
Elizabeth remained at my side, but I turned her away with a flick of my wrist. She curtsied and left just as silent as she'd come. The door shut, I was alone again.
I sighed and pushed my broth away; when I returned to my quill, my hand was trembling. Your letter found me a little emerging from the stupor of mine which had rendered me as dead to the world as she whose loss occasioned it--
Jefferson - Bets"If I win ." Martha was charming when she thought: her eyes narrowed as looked into the distance and she bit her bottom lip lightly as she considered the things she could have me do if I lost this bet. Her face lit up for a short second as she came upon her answer. "If I win, you have to buy me a new hat." She smiled. "If you win ," she trailed, waiting for me to continue the sentence.Jefferson - Bets4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If I win," I replied, and before I could stop myself--before I knew what I was doing--I completed, "I get to kiss you."
My eyes widened in surprise and a blush crept up my neck as I heard my voice answer. What? Had I really said that aloud? I had only meant to think it, to keep my confession locked inside my head. I hadn't tried to be so straightforward! I was mortified, and a feeling of dread swept over me. What would she think of me now? I sputtered in an attempt to fix my faux pas.
To my surprise and delight, she merely laughed. "All right, Mr. Jefferson," she said through giggles. She held
He Plays the ViolinI dont want to discuss this any longer, Thomas! I cried, exasperated, as I stomped through the hall. I heard him groan in response, just before I slammed our bedroom door shut in a fit of frustration.He Plays the Violin4 years ago in Historical More Like This
Thomas was just so infuriating sometimes! So stubborn, so spoiled. He wanted to do so much to this house, but how in the world did he expect us to pay for all of it? His career certainly didnt pay enough for the changes he wanted.
I groaned and kneaded my face with the heels of my hands. This had to be the fifth time in a month wed argued about this. I was starting to suspect that we would never reach a compromise.
I collapsed onto the bed and let myself relax for a few moments. Fighting with him was so exhausting to me--it robbed me of precious energy. I couldnt explain why, however. Just another thing to add to my list of irritants.
Martha? Toms voice was suddenly behind the door, soft and careful.
In response, I moaned. I was