Chapter 6
Meanwhile, back at home, my father, Benjamin Franklin, was just arriving home. He walked in the door, and called for me. "Daughter? I'm home. Come give your father a hug and kiss. Daughter? Maggie? Maggie, where are you?"
Mary, the maid, shouted. "Sir! Sir!"
"What is it?" Benjamin asked.
"She has been taken! Maggie has been kidnapped!" Mary shouted.
"What are you talking are you talking about?" Benjamin demanded, grabbing Mary and shaking her. "What do you mean, she's been taken? Who took her? Who was it?"
"I-I don't know, sir. Some man. He had a bigger escort than you. And they were," then Mary whispered, "redcoats." Then she talked normal again. "I couldn't do anything, I swear. You know I would do anything for Maggie. I just was so scared that they would kill me, and then there wouldn't be anyone to tell you what happened. I'm so sorry."
"I know. It's okay." Benjamin said, as he let go of Mary. "I'll fix everything," but then noticing a bad smell, said, "but do you smell that?"
"Yes. I'll get it." Mary said, leaving the room, going into the kitchen.
Benjamin walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. "What is it? What was burning?"
Mary said, "Looks like someone put some potatoes in the oven."
"Damn potatoes." Benjamin said. "Whoever put them in and forgot about them in is a dumb bitch."