Alice: 2nd Generation of Madness
Drawing Dark
London, England
1893
I, Lucinda Liddell, barged into the bar room of the Mangled Mermaid ten minutes later than I should have. A barrel-chested sailor with sunken eyes was shoved out the door as soon as I walked through.
"Remember, you pay with money or ya get no services!" Sebastian barked at the sailor. "Remember that and ya won't get 'urt!"
I hurried to the top of the stairs to my room, wondering what was wrong with that I was actually born and raised in a whore house, whether Sebastian was ever going to go hoarse from his constant shouting, whether there was anyone she knew who wasn't mad, whether my mother would tell anything more of my father other than tall and handsome with red hair, pale skin and many piercings along with a passion for the theatre. I'd been trying to get her to tell me more details my whole life.
I've never gotten further than his looks and his career.
"Nanny Sharpe, um, do you know where my mother is?" I asked her, "Where is it? The station-"
"I don't know Lucinda, no one does," Nanny said loudly, then continued slowly: "The station. God knows what happened there to make your mother so fond of the place. "
"I know, Nanny." Lucinda turned around on her heel and quickly went outside the establishment. While walking I thought back to the talk with my teacher today. She was concerned of this place called Wonderland that I wrote about in so many of my assignments when we have time to write on our own. Over the year-which thank goodness ended today-I had managed to fool her of my sanity. I am and always will be "mad as a hatter" as my mother says.
