Fan Fiction
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No More, My Lady
* According to my research modern day coffee tables were invented in 1920
A/N It's been awhile since I watched Wives and daughters and I can't remember exactly what material was used on places like the Hamley Estate; so I am taking an educated guess based on what homes were made of in that time frame. PLEASE, no pm's griping about what I write if I am incorrect.
2nd A/N...For those new to Fan Fiction….OC means it's the writer's Original Character….. Jenna and Keyona are OC's.
Journal entry one - Response to Molly's letter
The wind howled around the Hamley estate; an estate no longer in use. Vines were now climbing up once clean stone walls. I am convinced the only thing screaming louder is my friend, Jenna.
"We aren't going to actually stay here are we?!" She hollers when I hand her a broom which had been propped up next to the door.
"No, we're just going to waltz through and leave." I reply dryly and conveniently ignore her pout. However; when she asks what it is I have reached for I can't...no I do not…resist in making another smart aleck remark. "It's a strange, age-old, invention. You may have heard of it. The thing is called …a cane?" She is not impressed and I proceed to unlock the door with a key I'd been told was under a huge rock near the walkway.
"Seriously, Keyona…" Jenna whispers as we instantly have to knock cobwebs down upon opening the door. "We aren't staying here for the night, are we?"
"And where do you propose we go?" I turn not bothering to hide my irritation. "It's windy, cold and rain is bound to pour soon." Almost as if on cue we hear a flash of lightening and a very loud clap of thunder, far too close for my comfort and I close the door. "So…" I turn back to knocking down cobwebs. "I, for one, am going to clear enough of this stuff as to allow me to find a place to sleep. If you wish to stay awake all night; be my guest." With that I continue to work until there is no hindrance to walking the downstairs hallway, or moving around in Squire Hamley's old library.
Jenna has, reluctantly, gone up the stair knocking down cobwebs until she finds a suitable room to sleep in. Well, that's my guess anyway for she does not come back down. I find myself out of energy and simply stay in the library and count it a blessing no fire is needed – not even with the summer storm raging outside. Therefore, I simply sit in a chair and prop up my feet onto an old coffee table which someone had – for reasons behind me- *cut it's legs in half "Maybe, some day this type of table will catch on" with those words I close my eyes.
Really, Keyona you leave England go to America, traipse all over the part that is considered Indian territory, and come back wearing men's clothing. My friend's words ring in my ear and I sigh as I open my eyes half expecting to see Jenna back downstairs; I do not. Her words are not dwelt on as I hear more words come to mind -ones that came in the form of a letter.
I know you left England and went to America with no intentions of coming back. However; Roger's old childhood home has been sadly neglected. We thought it was being taken care of after his father's passing in spite of Aimee moving back to France. Which is why we dared to leave. Just received word otherwise. Could you find it in your heart to return and get the place up to par? Roger and I had decided to go home. Unfortunately, he has taken ill. Therefore, it is impossible for us to make a return trip at this time. P.S. I don't care if you come back wearing pants. However; you might want to consider going through Mrs. Hamley's old clothes just so you don't give everyone a heart attack if they come visiting.
"Oh, Molly…" I let out a sigh as I look out a window. "I tried leaving, thought I could go and not ever return. But I can't seem to let go. Your letter just gave me a justifiable reason for coming home, sort of." The reason I do not speak out loud for I hear footsteps upstairs and decide to go check on Jenna.