Okay, uh, this is set during American in Paris, I think. As a matter of
fact, so are the next TWO chapters. I try and keep, uh, the dialogue
straight, I guess, so if it doesn't match the episode...Well, you get the
picture. Review, por favor!
I'm on my way to Boston. I need to clear my head.
Dearest Mother,
I am the most unsure I have ever been in my life. The last suitor you sent owned slaves. And I love him. I am in Boston now, visiting the Adamses. They are an amazing family.
How I long for the day when we will be together again in America.
Your Loving Daughter,
Sarah
I shudder at the words I had just written and crumple up the letter, tossing it in my traveling bag. I should just write about the Adamses. That would be simpler and require less pain to achieve.
The carriage is cold and the ride bumpy, but, as long as it gets me away from Philadelphia...
Finally, it comes to a stop, and I step out, the cold hitting me full force. I think I have forgotten what it was like to be warm. I wave to Abigail, who smiles and hugs me. For once, I feel happy.
"Mrs. Adams! It is so good to see you again!" I chatter excitedly.
She smiles back at me.
"Yes. It has been quite a while, hasn't it?" She replies.
I nod enthusiastically and turn to look at all the people walking around us. Their eyes are bloodshot and they dart around. This makes me uneasy.
It worsens when Abigail shoots me a desperate look and takes me inside their home, which is slightly warm.
"The pox is back in Boston," Mrs. Adams whispers.
I gasp.
"I wanted to tell you not to come, but it was too late. There's an inoculation that you can take to stop it, but it is dangerous," Abigail said boldly.
A man with graying hair walked down the stairs. He wore glasses. Was he a doctor?
"Mrs. Adams, are you aware of how dangerous this inoculation is? You and your children could die from it," He remarks.
Mrs. Adams does not back down. She looks him straight in the eye.
"Mister Adams survived it," She declared.
The doctor frowned.
"Mrs. Adams, that means nothing. The inoculation process is still being developed and can be dangerous. The point of inoculation is to give you a mild form of the disease so your body won't catch a strong one. You and your children would first have to ingest mercury, a poison to your system. Then you would spend weeks purifying and purging your bodies until you are at your weakest. Then, you would fight the disease," The doctor explained.
I shivered. I might as well go through this. I'm sure I will regret it if I don't. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
"Mrs. Adams, if I may? I will go through this to encourage the children," I volunteered.
Mrs. Adams smiled and then frowned.
"Sarah, are you sure?" Abigail asked calmly.
I sighed.
"Yeah," I muttered.
What do I have to lose? I dare not speak these words.
The doctor takes me upstairs to administer the inoculation.
- Loren ;*
Meh. I don't like this chapter much. It's so blah. And so short.
I'm on my way to Boston. I need to clear my head.
Dearest Mother,
I am the most unsure I have ever been in my life. The last suitor you sent owned slaves. And I love him. I am in Boston now, visiting the Adamses. They are an amazing family.
How I long for the day when we will be together again in America.
Your Loving Daughter,
Sarah
I shudder at the words I had just written and crumple up the letter, tossing it in my traveling bag. I should just write about the Adamses. That would be simpler and require less pain to achieve.
The carriage is cold and the ride bumpy, but, as long as it gets me away from Philadelphia...
Finally, it comes to a stop, and I step out, the cold hitting me full force. I think I have forgotten what it was like to be warm. I wave to Abigail, who smiles and hugs me. For once, I feel happy.
"Mrs. Adams! It is so good to see you again!" I chatter excitedly.
She smiles back at me.
"Yes. It has been quite a while, hasn't it?" She replies.
I nod enthusiastically and turn to look at all the people walking around us. Their eyes are bloodshot and they dart around. This makes me uneasy.
It worsens when Abigail shoots me a desperate look and takes me inside their home, which is slightly warm.
"The pox is back in Boston," Mrs. Adams whispers.
I gasp.
"I wanted to tell you not to come, but it was too late. There's an inoculation that you can take to stop it, but it is dangerous," Abigail said boldly.
A man with graying hair walked down the stairs. He wore glasses. Was he a doctor?
"Mrs. Adams, are you aware of how dangerous this inoculation is? You and your children could die from it," He remarks.
Mrs. Adams does not back down. She looks him straight in the eye.
"Mister Adams survived it," She declared.
The doctor frowned.
"Mrs. Adams, that means nothing. The inoculation process is still being developed and can be dangerous. The point of inoculation is to give you a mild form of the disease so your body won't catch a strong one. You and your children would first have to ingest mercury, a poison to your system. Then you would spend weeks purifying and purging your bodies until you are at your weakest. Then, you would fight the disease," The doctor explained.
I shivered. I might as well go through this. I'm sure I will regret it if I don't. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
"Mrs. Adams, if I may? I will go through this to encourage the children," I volunteered.
Mrs. Adams smiled and then frowned.
"Sarah, are you sure?" Abigail asked calmly.
I sighed.
"Yeah," I muttered.
What do I have to lose? I dare not speak these words.
The doctor takes me upstairs to administer the inoculation.
- Loren ;*
Meh. I don't like this chapter much. It's so blah. And so short.
