Chapter One
This is Not The Way It Ought To Be
Madame Defarge kissed her hand and raised it up to the cell her 9 year old daugher Anne-Gisèle. It had been three month since Anne-Gisèle was grabbed from her parents grip and thrown in secret into the bestial. It was unknown what charge she was convicted on. It was rediculous.
Anne-Gisèle was just a little girl. There was no way she could have committed any crime. What was the worst she could do? Steel an apple from the vender? It was ordered from the Marquis Evrémonde. Madame Defarge hated the Evermond family since her daughter had been 7. Anne-Gisèle had watched as her 3 ½ year old brother Jean-Jacques was killed by the carriage of the Marquis Evrémonde.
((Flashback))
FROM WHERE I SIT I SEE THE WAY THINGS ARE
THE WAY THEY'VE ALWAYS BEEN
FROM HERE THE HEAVENS SEEM A LITTLE FAR
AND THIS WORLD FULL OF SIN
AND WITH THESE HANDS I KEEP A MEMORY
OF THE ONES WHO'VE DONE SUCH WRONG
UNTIL THE JUDGEMENT COMES AND ALL OF US ARE FREE
I KNIT A PICTURE OF THE WAY IT OUGHT TO BE.
"Why don't you come upstairs to bed," Monsieur Dafarge said gently.
"Why," she asked
"Thérèse it's been 3 months. We buried him 3 months ago"
"I burry him every day… don't you," she said.
"I do… but we still have to live. We have another child. She needs love. She needs her parents."
Thérèse knew her husband was right.
"Alright," she said, "I will come to bed"
I KNIT A PICTURE OF THE WAY IT OUGHT TO BE
Disclaimer: I don't own Tale of Two Cities. I do own the idea
Anne-Gisèle and Jean-Jacques are mine
The lyric in bold are Thérèse thoughts