The boy was already lying in the bed, under the covers, when the two women
entered. Jezebel went to one side of the room and set herself to removing
her belt and then sat down behind a desk to remove her boots as Elizabeth
went to check on her son.
"Jack, you must get to sleep," she whispered to her son as she sat next to him on the bed, petting his head in the typical motherly fashion.
"I'm not tired," the boy countered sleepily. Elizabeth smiled gently at her young son, "Mommy, sing me a song."
"Which one, baby?"
"I'm not a baby," Jack snapped.
"Of course you're not," Elizabeth said to sooth him, "now which song would you like me to sing."
"Sing the pirate song," Jack answered in excitement.
"The pirate song?" Jezebel called out in curiosity from behind a divider (one that had been added especially for her when she had been a guest of Dante's) where she'd been changing.
"Oh yes," Elizabeth said, turning to the still changing Jezebel.
"I'll admit ta knowin' alotta pirate songs, but none that'd be right for children's ears."
"Well then I guess you've never heard this song before," Elizabeth countered. She then turned back to her son and began to sing, "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me - "
Jezebel listened as Elizabeth sang on in a pretty voice as the child mumbled along. He only got loud once, screaming out happily " - and really bad eggs!" Jezebel smiled at this, she found the line rather humorous herself.
"Aye but we're loved by our mommies and dads," Elizabeth finished softly, kissing her son on the forehead and telling him once again to go to sleep. "Do you have anything for me to sleep in?" She asked Jezebel, who had sat back down at the desk, this time with her feet propped up on the desk.
"Sure, there's a ladies nightgown in the armoire," Jezebel replied, pointing to the armoire across the way from where she sat.
"Jack, you must get to sleep," she whispered to her son as she sat next to him on the bed, petting his head in the typical motherly fashion.
"I'm not tired," the boy countered sleepily. Elizabeth smiled gently at her young son, "Mommy, sing me a song."
"Which one, baby?"
"I'm not a baby," Jack snapped.
"Of course you're not," Elizabeth said to sooth him, "now which song would you like me to sing."
"Sing the pirate song," Jack answered in excitement.
"The pirate song?" Jezebel called out in curiosity from behind a divider (one that had been added especially for her when she had been a guest of Dante's) where she'd been changing.
"Oh yes," Elizabeth said, turning to the still changing Jezebel.
"I'll admit ta knowin' alotta pirate songs, but none that'd be right for children's ears."
"Well then I guess you've never heard this song before," Elizabeth countered. She then turned back to her son and began to sing, "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me - "
Jezebel listened as Elizabeth sang on in a pretty voice as the child mumbled along. He only got loud once, screaming out happily " - and really bad eggs!" Jezebel smiled at this, she found the line rather humorous herself.
"Aye but we're loved by our mommies and dads," Elizabeth finished softly, kissing her son on the forehead and telling him once again to go to sleep. "Do you have anything for me to sleep in?" She asked Jezebel, who had sat back down at the desk, this time with her feet propped up on the desk.
"Sure, there's a ladies nightgown in the armoire," Jezebel replied, pointing to the armoire across the way from where she sat.