Hancock's warf no longer had the life it once had. The houses and shops lingered with lost vitality and the people were filled with lassitude and carelessness for their once significant errands. The large vessels now stood silent and motionless to the dock, avoiding the now treacherous waters. The gulls were silenced, everything was different from the last time I looked out of the Lapham's attic window.
Of course the once busy clock working household was left derelict now. With Cilla still but safe and the Lytes, and Dorcas and Madge married off. Though Madge was almost always in fits, since Sergeant Gale's recovery. He was found under a willow tree, wounded in the abdomen. He was found just as the sun was breaking, as I hear it, it sounded picturesque, but I don't know. Even Isannah as stiffly as she's become is partly missed from London. Well, it's not so much that I miss her, but the familiarity she provides., I'd do anything to get that back. Mrs. Lapham went off with Mr.Tweedie to start his own silver smithing shop. It was easier for them because the British guard was more preoccupied lately.
Not even my crippled hand could be used as an anchor to past cognition. Dr. Warren operated the week of Rab's death. It hurt of course, but I was so numb of everything then that it just didn't matter. However it didn't go as successful as thought. After he cut my hand, it felt weaker than ever. He said it was something to do with fused tissue or something or other. It didn't matter what was to be expected, only if I could just hold Rab's gun. It's been good work for it staying at the stable tending the horses. What startled me the most was that I wasn't even angry with Dr. Warren for the surgery going otherwise than his words. Perhaps Cilla was right, I am turning into a gentleman.
The quiet floorboard scratches from a scurrying mouse alerted me. My senses have been heightened lately. I would have been so well in war! No matter, I'll be there, in time, just time. Cilla would have fits though, ever since Rab died she's been in frights that something will happen to somebody else in the war, that's why she's so caring to Sergeant Gale. I retrieved my discarded jacket from the dirty unswept floor and left my reminiscing for another day.
I shivered outside, an unusually chilly day for early June. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way to the Lyte's Mansion. Cilla Mrs. Bessie have been getting on fine. I twirled my thumb in my pocket. It made slow, steady circles, a slow but good recover in just a few months time. The door was open and I let myself n when I heard loud laughing from the parlor room. I approached the entrance and saw Mrs. Bessie serving tea and Cilla in tears of mirth. Curious to the source of entertainment, I stepped in. In full view I saw Cilla was not alone on the couch, but had an escort. I stopped dead in the doorway and just sort of froze there until Mrs. Bessie noticed me.
"Oh Johnny," she said regaining her composure," This is Heath Church, you know, Dr. Church's nephew." He stood to his full height and saw he was almost the same size as Rab, but he looked not older than seventeen.
"Hello." He smiled and reached out his hand, I took it hesitantly.
"Hi." I said to him shortly. His shoulders were broad, broader than mine and his voice and pitch deeper, too. He had almost lavender eyes. A queer mix of tinted blues. Cilla's eyes seemed to sparkle when she looked at him. I wasn't envious of their aquaintenship of course. Cilla and I have never talked of such ideas since the day she gave me the green apple. Still, the boy looked like a Silsbee!
"Heath darling, this is The Johnny Tremain." Mrs. Bessie introduced. We simply nodded and he sat back down.
"Listen," I turned to Cilla,"I'm going to check on Sergeant Gale, do you want to come?"
"Not right now, Johnny. Heath has the funniest story that-"
"Alright then." I cut her off. It was vulgar, I know, but I was deflected."See you Cilla, good day Mrs. Bessie." I purposely disregarded Heath before walking out.
Of course the once busy clock working household was left derelict now. With Cilla still but safe and the Lytes, and Dorcas and Madge married off. Though Madge was almost always in fits, since Sergeant Gale's recovery. He was found under a willow tree, wounded in the abdomen. He was found just as the sun was breaking, as I hear it, it sounded picturesque, but I don't know. Even Isannah as stiffly as she's become is partly missed from London. Well, it's not so much that I miss her, but the familiarity she provides., I'd do anything to get that back. Mrs. Lapham went off with Mr.Tweedie to start his own silver smithing shop. It was easier for them because the British guard was more preoccupied lately.
Not even my crippled hand could be used as an anchor to past cognition. Dr. Warren operated the week of Rab's death. It hurt of course, but I was so numb of everything then that it just didn't matter. However it didn't go as successful as thought. After he cut my hand, it felt weaker than ever. He said it was something to do with fused tissue or something or other. It didn't matter what was to be expected, only if I could just hold Rab's gun. It's been good work for it staying at the stable tending the horses. What startled me the most was that I wasn't even angry with Dr. Warren for the surgery going otherwise than his words. Perhaps Cilla was right, I am turning into a gentleman.
The quiet floorboard scratches from a scurrying mouse alerted me. My senses have been heightened lately. I would have been so well in war! No matter, I'll be there, in time, just time. Cilla would have fits though, ever since Rab died she's been in frights that something will happen to somebody else in the war, that's why she's so caring to Sergeant Gale. I retrieved my discarded jacket from the dirty unswept floor and left my reminiscing for another day.
I shivered outside, an unusually chilly day for early June. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way to the Lyte's Mansion. Cilla Mrs. Bessie have been getting on fine. I twirled my thumb in my pocket. It made slow, steady circles, a slow but good recover in just a few months time. The door was open and I let myself n when I heard loud laughing from the parlor room. I approached the entrance and saw Mrs. Bessie serving tea and Cilla in tears of mirth. Curious to the source of entertainment, I stepped in. In full view I saw Cilla was not alone on the couch, but had an escort. I stopped dead in the doorway and just sort of froze there until Mrs. Bessie noticed me.
"Oh Johnny," she said regaining her composure," This is Heath Church, you know, Dr. Church's nephew." He stood to his full height and saw he was almost the same size as Rab, but he looked not older than seventeen.
"Hello." He smiled and reached out his hand, I took it hesitantly.
"Hi." I said to him shortly. His shoulders were broad, broader than mine and his voice and pitch deeper, too. He had almost lavender eyes. A queer mix of tinted blues. Cilla's eyes seemed to sparkle when she looked at him. I wasn't envious of their aquaintenship of course. Cilla and I have never talked of such ideas since the day she gave me the green apple. Still, the boy looked like a Silsbee!
"Heath darling, this is The Johnny Tremain." Mrs. Bessie introduced. We simply nodded and he sat back down.
"Listen," I turned to Cilla,"I'm going to check on Sergeant Gale, do you want to come?"
"Not right now, Johnny. Heath has the funniest story that-"
"Alright then." I cut her off. It was vulgar, I know, but I was deflected."See you Cilla, good day Mrs. Bessie." I purposely disregarded Heath before walking out.