Uh, oops. Anyways, Sarah does lie, she just doesn't like doing it. In that one episode with the turtle, she yells at James for not telling her about the mission they were doing... And she said something like that he was making a liar out of her. But, yeah. At least she has a good reason to lie though, I mean, we can't have Moses jumping to conclusions like a nuthead. James lies a lot too... Lol... They're a bunch of lying fools! Five lies for James, three for Sarah... I think.

By the way, Liberty's Kids? Not mine. If it were mine, it'd have way more than forty episodes. And there'd be sequels galore. And there would be more S/Jness...

My Darling Sarah,

Why do you keep turning these suitors away? Thomas is the third you've shooed off. Pray tell, why are you forcing them away?

Have you heard from your father? I know not much mail gets out from the plains of Ohio, but we should at least get something once a year.

I am sending another suitor, Sir Paul Etherby, and if he is not to your liking, then I shall send another and another and another. Well, I hope you're happy.

- Your Loving Mother

I looked over a letter from Sarah's mother. Great, another one was coming. I sighed.

"What do we do now, Sarah?" I sighed.

She shrugged. We heard a knocking on the front door and Sarah scowled. Her eyes lit up.

"Hey! I can pretend to be sick! Quick, get the blankets and a wet cloth," Sarah ordered, jumping under the covers on her bed.

I buried her under the blankets and ran out of her room, shutting the door behind me. Lately, I'd been in Sarah's room a lot more than I probably should have been. I really shouldn't have agreed to help her. It was leading to more thinking than I needed. I shook my head to clear it.

"James! Get Sarah! A man is here to take her out," Moses grunted.

I walked downstairs, plastering a smile to my face.

"Moses, Sarah's sick," I said bluntly.

Moses frowned.

"She is? But she was perfectly fine this morning!" Moses exclaimed.

I shrugged.

"Well, she's sick now. He'd better go," I lied.

How had it come to this point? I was lying to Moses left and right! Talking to Sarah (WILLINGLY) night and day! Being chased by mobs, dodging Sarah's suitors. What a life to live! But, then again, I was a journalist. The man smiled and walked upstairs, right into her room!

I rolled my eyes and ran after him.

"Sarah, dear, I hope you'll be healthier later," Paul said happily.

Sarah's eyes were all I could see under the blankets. They looked desperately at me and I took some of the blankets off of her. She sneezed, right away, on Paul. I walked across the room and grabbed the wet cloth, which I threw at her. He picked it up and placed it on her forehead.

Sarah shot me and even more desperate look as he looked lovingly at her. She was trying to focus on the most disgusting things she could think of. Finally, she threw up on him. He jumped up and ran out the door, screaming. Sarah, however, scowled. I handed her a glass of water and she swished it around in her mouth before swallowing it.

Then she smiled and shook my hand. She collapsed unto her bed and sighed. And then she sneezed.

"Now I'm REALLY sick," Sarah sighed.

I nodded, before turning and leaving the room abruptly. I didn't want to catch what she had.

When would her mom get a hint and stop sending the suitors here? This is the fourth one she's sent and Sarah's rejected. Anyone could see that she didn't like them. She's exposed one as a fraud, kicked the other out, run away, and faked sick just to get out of seeing them. If that wasn't a hint, then I don't know what is!

I was walking down the hall when I bumped into Dr. Franklin. He adjusted his glasses and looked down at me.

"You know, James, we should have a little chat," He said politely.

I winced.

"Um, okay," I said, nervous.

We walked into the sitting room. I sat down and he sat in the armchair beside the fire. He templed his fingers and I was even more nervous.

"Where there is marriage without love, there is love without marriage," Ben quoted.

I raised an eyebrow. What did he mean?

"Huh?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. It was like he saw right through me. I shivered.

"Look, James, I know what you're doing," He said seriously.

I bit my lip.

"What do you mean?" I asked ignorantly.

He rolled his eyes.

"James, we both know that you are perfectly capable of understanding what I am talking about. I know that you're helping Sarah," Ben replied calmly, slightly annoyed.

"You don't have to make it sound so wrong, you know," I grunted.

My boss narrowed his eyes.

"James, it is wrong! You and Sarah have been deceiving Moses, Sarah's mother, all those poor suitors, and me! You are being very rude, just dismissing them like that! Think of the role model you're setting for Henri," Mr. Franklin scolded.

I looked down at the ground guiltily.

"Look, you have no idea what Sarah's going through. These guys are being shipped over like tea! So why can't we throw a little Boston Tea Party to get rid of them? The first guy was a pervert, the second just talked about himself the entire time, the third one was a jerk, and the fourth one was a creep! They were treating her like a piece of meat. What was I supposed to do? I had to help her!" I snapped, annoyed.

Ben sighed and cleaned his glasses.

"No, James, you did not. What Sarah should have done was to tell her mother that she disliked the suitors. She should have told the suitors the truth rather than dodging them with lies. I'm disappointed in you two, James," Doctor Franklin said, let down.

I looked down, barely missing the mischievous sparkle in his eye.

"However, I would probably have done the same thing. It does seem that you care about her a lot, though. You might want to watch that. Because if I ever hear of any inappropriate actions between the two of you, well, you'd wind up on permanent assignment in Massachusetts, Virginia, or the Ohio Valley. Anyways, on a lighter note, there's a show in town based on the Boston Tea Party. I thought you all would like to go. Your tickets are for Friday, the first of next month. Don't tell Henri and Sarah yet though," Dr. Franklin declared boldly.

I smiled and he handed me the tickets. There were four. I looked up, worried.

"Who's the fourth ticket for?" I asked.

He winced.

"No one."

I gave him a look. He sighed.

"Fine, it's for Sarah's suitor. At least the one in town then," He remarked.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

"Oh, brother," I moaned.

- Loren ;*

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