Hehe. I *really* like this chapter. Oh, and that play mentioned in the one chapter, it's in this one. Now, I'd like to introduce Major James Raleigh. Oh, and keep in mind, in any future chapters, if Sarah mentions a James, it might not necessarily be James James. You get the drift? Oh, and the reason I was wondering about the sequel, is, well, you'll see when you reach the end...

On with the story!

Today is the day another suitor will arrive. I do not look forward to it. Sarah was so mad at me yesterday. I was only doing what she told me to. She didn't ask, I didn't tell. I should tread carefully today.

Henri is right in my face now. I must've been thinking too hard to notice.

"James! There is another of Sarah's strange men here!" Henri whined.

I nodded numbly and followed my little friend down the stairs. Sarah was already down there and the man brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. I scowled. I hated it when these guys did that. Sarah blushed, as she always does. I hope she doesn't like this one.

I really, really, really hope so. He sticks a hand out to me next. Great. He probably thinks that we're all loyal subjects to the crown. Oh well, I'll enjoy informing him that he's wrong. I fake a smile and shake his hand. Okay, so maybe I'm gripping it harder than I should, but I don't care. He won't get any sissy British handshakes here in America. I drop his hand and turn to Sarah.

"You'd better get ready," I reply, knowing full well that she has no idea what I'm talking about.

Sarah looks puzzled.

"For what, James?" She asks quietly.

I know her suitor is staring, but do I look like I care? I mean, who is Sarah paying attention to? Me. Not him.

"Didn't Dr. Franklin tell you?" I began, and Sarah rolled her eyes. "We've got tickets to see a play on the Boston Tea Party."

Sarah's eyes lit up.

"Wow. It will be like the day we met, won't it, James?" Sarah exclaimed, very excited.

I nodded, grinning. She ran upstairs to change and I turned to Henri.

"You're coming too," I replied, smiling.

Henri nodded and ran upstairs. The suitor turned to me.

"So you're all leaving? Just like that?" He complained.

I wished to nod, but Dr. Franklin's voice rang in my ears.

"You're coming with us. Now get your- I mean, uh, get ready," I replied, stopping myself from insulting the new arrival.

I was about to go upstairs, but an issue nagged at me. I turned to face the guy.

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked.

He turned to look at me.

"I am Major James Raleigh of London," He replied surely.

I nodded and ran upstairs. Finally, in the solace of my room I could admit the words I longed to tell him.

"Great, now I have to get a new name. That, um, guy, has ruined it!" I replied, angry.

I quickly changed into the nice clothes required for our play and snatched the tickets off my dresser. I raced down the stairs. Sarah was wearing a new dress. It was pink, and pink. Anyways, we walked there and soon found our seats, high in a private balcony. Our boss did have connections, didn't he?

It was a bit of a shame he was in France, or else he could've come with us.

We sat with me on Henri's right, Sarah on my right, and Major Raleigh on her right. Sarah left, saying something about powdering her nose. In her absence, he turned to me with a questioning look.

"Sir, what is this Boston Tea Party of which you speak?" He asked, clueless.

I was stunned. How dumb do you have to be NOT to know about the Boston Tea Party? But, I bit my lip and fought back the remark. I thought for a moment before asking him a question of my own.

"Do you know what the Shot Heard 'Round The World was?" I inquired, trying to test his intelligence.

He looked at me, puzzled.

"What shot? I heard no shot! What do you mean?" Major Raleigh questioned, alarmed.

I sighed and Henri winced. I faked a smile.

"Never mind. Well, I am sure that you know of the war we are having with England," I mumbled.

He scowled and nodded.

"Yes, what stupid people to support a war with Great Britain!" My namesake exclaimed.

My eyes narrowed. My dislike for this guy was growing by the second. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"We're not stupid, you know. I mean, any given person in America is more informed than you, even if they're living in the wilderness of the Ohio Valley," I snapped.

He rolled his eyes. My hatred for him grew.

"So you're one of those stupid rebels, eh? That does explain a lot," He said, very nearly sticking his nose in the air.

He didn't have to act so snooty.

"If all Americans that support this Revolution are stupid, then how does that account for you and all the other stupid redcoats out there?" I retorted.

He had no reply to this, but looked outraged. I grinned at Henri, who smirked back. Sarah arrived before I could insult him again. She turned to look at us.

"So, what were you two talking about?" Sarah asked amiably.

"Well, they were doing a fight of words! It was que magnifique!" Henri said enthusiastically.

Both of us glared at him and Sarah frowned.

"What did you two say?" Sarah snapped.

I feigned an innocent look.

"I was just lecturing him on the American Revolution, Sarah," I lied.

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at the stage, where the play was beginning.

It opened with the Sons of Liberty talking. The play then traveled on to the meticulous planning, and eventually the Boston Tea Party itself.

"So this is what the Boston Tea Party is, eh? It's hard to believe that you rebels could be any more moronic, dressing up as savages takes the cake!" Major Raleigh remarked.

"Indians are not savages!" Henri said defensively.

"Dressing up as Indians sure fooled those redcoats, so if we're moronic, then you must be doubly so," I argued.

"Why does anyone care what you two say? He's French and you're a dumb rebel," Major Raleigh countered, angry.

I glared at him.

"I am not stupid. Do you write in a newspaper, meathead?" I defended.

"Hey! What's wrong with being French?" Henri exclaimed.

Major Raleigh rolled his eyes.

"Everything. You French are fat good-for-nothings!" Major Raleigh shouted.

Henri scowled.

"Are not! I am skinnier than you!" Henri sneered.

My eyes narrowed further.

"Why do you hate Henri so much?" I asked, annoyed.

This guy would pay. He stuck his nose in the air and I scowled. Sarah had gotten up a long time ago to go to the bathroom. I was beginning to wonder if she had fallen down into the sewage.

"He's French," The twit said, acting as if that was an explanation.

I rolled my eyes and waved a hand at Henri.

"You say that like it's an excuse for being racist," I snarled.

He rolled his eyes.

"It is!" He said snootily.

I took a long, hard look at him.

"Do you own slaves?" I asked on a whim.

He looked at me, curious.

"Yes, I do," He said indignantly.

That's it! Sarah hates slavery! He'll be out of the country faster than you can say deported now!

"The Africans have a right to be enslaved. They are all as stupid as the French are fat," He justified.

I was about to slug him and Henri was about to say some very bad words when Sarah returned. Instead I smiled energetically. He was going down.

- Loren ;*

Oh, and keep in mind that slavery's not yet illegal in Britain, it's just "dying out". And let's just say that the reason he hates French people so much is because he was in the French and Indian War... Or something.