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The evening lasted thrity years. The women speaking of other women, the men speaking politics, and Gretch saying nothing at all. Once she felt Alexader's hand on her knee. It looked so foreign and lost, she knew it would never belong. She imediately excused herself to the lavatory, and didnt return for quite some time. She spent most of the evening excusing herself to the lavatory.
Her father didn't know about her mother's explosion, she knew her mother would want to keep it that way. Gretch's father was often to busy to speak with his own daughter anyways. Almost to busy to care for her.
At the dinner table, not many words were spoken. Afterword the men left to smoke cigars in the den. The women left to socialize, once again, the gossiping comenced. Gretch had to leave. She excused herself from the dinner table, going to the, 'lavratory' for the 5th time that evening. She walked up the staircase, and into her glamourus bedroom. She lay back down onto her bed, and cried silently to herself for a while.
She had to find David, he had to know about Alexander. She hadnt told him about her being betrothed to Alexander since her early stages of life. She didnt mean to complicate the relationship. Now seemed the right time, her marrige being only months away. Yes, he needed to know, as soon as possible.
The question was, how could she tell him? When could she see him? Her mother had been keeping such a keen eye on her since their confrontation that she didn't have any chance.
The answer came just days later. Her mother and father had to leave town to attend a funeral. They didnt think it was appropriate for Gretchen to go. Thank goodness for Gretch too, luck was on her side, she had her chance.
Of course, the servants were told to watch out for her, but they never did. They were always busy with chores that they never had time to look out for her, and the Walker family always had them busy with chores.
So, early morning she left her home, hoping to catch David at the World's distribution office. She walked the many blocks to the Distribution office, he was just leaving as she approached the gate.
"Hi" she said softly, like a wounded puppy.
"Hi!" said David with suprise, "I didnt expect to see you here today, where were you the other night?"
"David thats what I need to tell you" she told him, and so she did. He kept asking her why she never told him, why she never thought of it, why she was engaged since a child. He didnt think that kind of marrige occured anymore, "unfortunately for me it does" she told him.
"I wont marry him" she said, "I never liked him, even when I was young" she grabbed David by the shoulders and looked him square in the eye, "We need to leave.."
David looked confused, "Why?" he asked, he knew why. He knew the situation in which Gretch lived. With her family's connections there was no way they could hide out safely in New York.
There was barely a choice for either of them. "What about /my/ family?" David asked her. Family life was different for David then it was for Gretch, his family was close, and caring. Gretch's family was distant and at sometimes very cold.
"We still have a while" Gretch looked pleadingly into his eyes, "listen David, you dont /have/ to go with me." looking away now, she said, "I just dont think I could survive without you"
The evening lasted thrity years. The women speaking of other women, the men speaking politics, and Gretch saying nothing at all. Once she felt Alexader's hand on her knee. It looked so foreign and lost, she knew it would never belong. She imediately excused herself to the lavatory, and didnt return for quite some time. She spent most of the evening excusing herself to the lavatory.
Her father didn't know about her mother's explosion, she knew her mother would want to keep it that way. Gretch's father was often to busy to speak with his own daughter anyways. Almost to busy to care for her.
At the dinner table, not many words were spoken. Afterword the men left to smoke cigars in the den. The women left to socialize, once again, the gossiping comenced. Gretch had to leave. She excused herself from the dinner table, going to the, 'lavratory' for the 5th time that evening. She walked up the staircase, and into her glamourus bedroom. She lay back down onto her bed, and cried silently to herself for a while.
She had to find David, he had to know about Alexander. She hadnt told him about her being betrothed to Alexander since her early stages of life. She didnt mean to complicate the relationship. Now seemed the right time, her marrige being only months away. Yes, he needed to know, as soon as possible.
The question was, how could she tell him? When could she see him? Her mother had been keeping such a keen eye on her since their confrontation that she didn't have any chance.
The answer came just days later. Her mother and father had to leave town to attend a funeral. They didnt think it was appropriate for Gretchen to go. Thank goodness for Gretch too, luck was on her side, she had her chance.
Of course, the servants were told to watch out for her, but they never did. They were always busy with chores that they never had time to look out for her, and the Walker family always had them busy with chores.
So, early morning she left her home, hoping to catch David at the World's distribution office. She walked the many blocks to the Distribution office, he was just leaving as she approached the gate.
"Hi" she said softly, like a wounded puppy.
"Hi!" said David with suprise, "I didnt expect to see you here today, where were you the other night?"
"David thats what I need to tell you" she told him, and so she did. He kept asking her why she never told him, why she never thought of it, why she was engaged since a child. He didnt think that kind of marrige occured anymore, "unfortunately for me it does" she told him.
"I wont marry him" she said, "I never liked him, even when I was young" she grabbed David by the shoulders and looked him square in the eye, "We need to leave.."
David looked confused, "Why?" he asked, he knew why. He knew the situation in which Gretch lived. With her family's connections there was no way they could hide out safely in New York.
There was barely a choice for either of them. "What about /my/ family?" David asked her. Family life was different for David then it was for Gretch, his family was close, and caring. Gretch's family was distant and at sometimes very cold.
"We still have a while" Gretch looked pleadingly into his eyes, "listen David, you dont /have/ to go with me." looking away now, she said, "I just dont think I could survive without you"