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Author's notes: Thanks Brynn and Brit Brat.
I keep telling myself not to write any more of this, but regardless of whether anyone is reading it or not, these bits are really fun to write, so I may have to keep going.
Any and all feedback is much appreciated.
11. Old World, New World
Having failed the experiment of living in England again after my husband's premature demise, I find myself on a plane bound for America again. I must wonder, is there any place where I actually belong?
I left England to go to a place where I might break through the glass ceiling to find it wasn't much more fragile in the States. A woman's body was still in a place above her brain. But I had a chance there, at least. And took it, with some success. Still, America was not my country, and absence does make the heart grow fonder.
By the time I was boarding the plane for England again, it had become almost what Americans see it as, the land of castles and Robin Hood. And I forgot how difficult it was to spend hours battering against plate glass like a moth trying to get through someone's sliding door to the lamp inside.
Back to the States. Maybe not quite my country, but Ella's. It was only fair to her, then, right? I could become a citizin if I wanted to, but do I want to.
Too many transAtlantic flights. I can't remember which country is mine. Or can't decide.
Hail to the Chief, God save the queen.