Thank you for reading my first story! It fills me with happiness that somebody likes it.
I decided to write about Henry because Henry is such an interesting character to play around with. This is not a Charlotte and Henry moment (*gosh* I love that couple, they are so cute!) because this is Henry's time to shine.
Henry was the typical amateur inventor.
No, He thought to himself. He would not dumb himself down by previous accidents and incidents in the past when some of his inventions went terribly wrong. Henry kept letting loose of that idiotic opinion and grabbing it again, fingering the words in his own mind as if there was a subconscious message inside of it. He threw his handmade cog to the floor in frustration, it crashed to the floor. The clank of the metal shattered and rolled in a spiral direction on the ground.
He always wondered what Charlotte thought of him. A lowlife dreamer? A childish spouse? Nevertheless, he couldn't blame her. He let the idea about Charlotte fade in the corner on his mind, setting it aside for the future to think about later. He wondered what everybody thought of him. More importantly, what did Henry think of himself?
He leaned over and picked up the shattered part of the broken metal. He piled it on his desk and pulled out a fresh piece of drafting paper and his trusty, bitten, pencil.
Henry was the typical amateur inventor
No, Henry is the typical amateur inventor and dreamer.
While he was planning to draft a new invention he decided to think about something to make him busy.
So Henry remembered the day when his wife had the meeting with the clave about invading De Quincy's place. They were talking about Henry's failed inventions. Charlotte remained silent as they chattered excitingly about them, entirely forgetting about De Quincy. Henry scowled, but he listened, remembering those permanent and embarrassing moments of his inventing life.