Transcending Time Chapter 14: Relationships & A Marriage, a hatfields & mccoys fanfic

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Relationships & A Marriage

Tolbert POV:

The mornin' fall sun beat down on my back as I walked 'cross my poppy's gleamed fields and over t'where he was at mendin' a fence rail. Goddamn, my blood was boilin' at the thought o'him givin' Shaw Eldridge permission t'dine with Jessa t'nite; visit wit' her too. "Poppy, we needa talk." I called out as I approached him.

Stoppin' what he was doin', poppy stood up straight an' turned 'round. His hammer hung loosely from his hand at his side as he asked, "Bout what, son?"

"Bout why yer lettin' Shaw Eldridge spend time wit' Jessa." I bluntly told him, not beatin' 'round the bush 'bout it.

"Oh, so ya wanna talk 'bout that…" Poppy trailed off, slightly noddin' his head at me.

"Yes, I do." I gritted out. Narrowin' my stormy eyes I asked a bit gruffly, "Now why'd ya do it, poppy?"

"She's at an age where suitors are bound t'come 'round." Suitors, she don't need no damn suitors. She's got me, hell she's even admitted t'likin' me too. "Don't see no harm in lettin' her spend time wit' one." Poppy shrugged, actin' like it weren't a big deal that he was handin' Jessa off into a potential courtship. One with a smug bastard too.

"Don't see no harm…Damnit, poppy, she's my-" I began to rant, only to get cut off by my poppy's loud bitin' remark of, "Yer what? Far as I or anybody else can see yer keepin' that girl at arm's length 'way from ya. She's free t'see whomever she likes outta whomever comes 'round callin' on her."

"But poppy-" I tried to protest, only to get cut off by my poppy's snap off, "Don't but poppy me. If yer interested in her, then grow a pair an' make yer intentions known otherwise just let Jessa be."

Angrily, I shook my head and stormed off. Damnit, there were no arguein' with poppy on this. He seemed dead set in his decision. Grow a pair…damn, I had a pair. I weren't 'fraid of 'proachin' Jessa, was just waitin' for the right time's all. Seems like poppy's tossed a monkey wrench into that idea. Hmm, maybe I'll just tell her we should spend more time t'gether today whenever I see her at my house whenever she's there makin' me lunch? Yea, that's it, I'll do that.

Lunchtime…

I walked up to my house a bit tired from fillin' up shine bottles, but eager t'see Jessa for lunch. My eagerness was shattered tho whenever I opened my door and walked into an empty house. I slumped my shoulders in defeat, realizin' Jessa got tired of waitin' on me and left. Food was on the stove, the only evidence that she'd been in my house.

Damnit, I was so pissed that I missed her. I wanted t'et lunch wit' her, spend some time wit' her 'fore she has her dinner t'nite with Shaw Eldridge. Bastard was tryin' to woo her and I wasn't sure if she'd brush off his advances or not. S'pose I'll just have to see her t'morrow. Best I can do.

Jessa POV:

Today was the first time in a long time that I didn't see Tolbert during lunch. He never came home on time, most likely cause he was working hard at his still, and I couldn't wait around for him since I had to help do chores at the main house. I mean after doing my job of cooking food for Tolbert's lunch, making sure there was enough leftover for his dinner too if he chose not to go to the main house to eat, and tidying up the house I had to leave. I didn't have the luxury of waiting for him to come by. I learned from my time living with the McCoys that chores must be done in a timely manner cause if not then it'll just cause more stress and headaches the next day.

After returning to the main house, I helped Roseanna and Alifair clean and snap peas while Sally made dough for biscuits. I also helped Sally cook dinner too. The meal was ready by time everyone piled into the house right at the brink of dusk. Well, everyone except for Tolbert that is. He opted to stay home at his house. I think it was cause he didn't want to deal with the expected dinner guest, Shaw.

I was helping set the main table, while Alifair took care of the kids' table, whenever a knock sounded at the door. Without a word, Randall swiftly stood up from the head of the table and went to go answer the door. I knew who was at the door, it was Shaw. My suspicion was confirmed when Randall opened the door, revealing the man of the hour in the doorway.

"Good evening, Mr. McCoy." Shaw politely told Randall as he removed his black hat, holding it idly in front of his chest.

Stepping aside slightly from the doorway, Randall told Shaw, "Come on in, Shaw. Dinner's 'bout ready t'be served."

I noticed out of the corner of my eye Shaw nodding at Randall and walking inside the house as I finished setting the table. Sally placed the large meat platter on the center of the table while smiling at Shaw and asking him, "How's your mother doin', Shaw? I haven't seen her since your father's funeral."

"Mom's fine, Mrs. McCoy. She's just busy with the diner and the kids." Shaw politely answered Sally while taking a seat at the table. Actually, he just happened to sit down in the spot that Tolbert usually sat in when he was at the house. Oh dear, looks like I'm sitting next to Shaw tonight.

"Peter was a good man, good butcher too. His death struck the Tug River Valley hard." Randall told Shaw as he made his way over to the head of the table and sat down.

"Yea." Shaw nodded, his lips as tight as a strung bow. Um, it seemed to me that he didn't feel the same way about his dad's death that Randall did.

"He would've never butchered Floyd's pig." Randall declared in a firm tone as Sally and Roseanna continued to place platters on the tables.

"I know." Shaw simply said while Alifair grabbed the pitcher from the kids' table and started to pour out milk for the children while I grabbed the coffee pot and started to pour out coffee at the main table.

"Where ya at the trial or workin'?"

"I was workin'." Shaw answered, earning him a nod from Randall. "Your son, Tolbert got into a fight with one of Devil Anse's sons in the diner. Got my mom's temper boilin', she had'a toss a bucket of water to get 'em to part, like a bunch of alley cats." I heard Shaw tell Randall as I finished pouring everyone's coffee and took my seat next to him.

"Oh, I wasn't aware o'that." Really, he didn't know about that? With how small the area is, I figured he must've heard about it by now. "Did my son pay for damages?" Randall asked, probably dreading the possibility that he might have to pay if Tolbert hadn't.

"No, my mom made Devil Anse's cousin, Sully, pay up. Took a couple months, but I confronted him and got the money the other day." Shaw told Mr. McCoy while Roseanna sat down next to me, sandwiching me in between her and our dinner guest.

"I'm surprised yer ma'll even talk to him considerin' the hell he put her thru." Sally remarked while taking her seat at the table next to her husband.

"Well, Mrs. McCoy, mom doesn't talk to him. She just billed him for her broken china." Shaw told Sally, earning him a simple nod from her.

Hmm, seems like there was a story to tell when it came to Shaw's mom and Mr. Sullivan aka Sully. Wonder what it is.

Clearing his throat, Randall announced, "Well, 'nough of this. Let's bow our heads; say grace." Within a few minutes everyone bowed their heads and held hands for the saying of grace. Randall's voice loudly boomed out with, "Dear heavenly father, we ask ya that bless this food we're 'bout t'partake. Also we thank ya for our guest Shaw t'nite an' hope his presence at our table an' as Jessa's companion is a good an' blessed one. We pray that in blessed baby Jesus' name, amen."

"Amen." Everyone parroted before raising their heads.

"So, Shaw, how long have ya been back for?" Randall asked while grabbing the meat platter and putting some pork onto his plate.

"Since I graduated in May." Shaw answered Randall as he passed the meat platter over to Jim, officially starting dinner.

"And ya decided to come back home instead of tryin' t'get into some college somewhere." Randall remarked, his brow raised slightly, as he placed some snap peas onto his plate while Jim passed the meat over to Pharmer.

"Yea, University just isn't for me. I'd rather be home helpin' mom out and working." Shaw remarked while waiting for Pharmer to take a piece of pork and pass him over the platter.

"Yer an educated man, I'm sure ya could get an apprenticeship in a well-to-do career wit'out a problem." Randall said, grabbing a biscuit from the bread basket while Shaw took the meat platter from Pharmer; placing a slice of pork onto his plate

"No offense, Mr. McCoy, but I'm fine with helpin' my mom with the diner." Shaw curtly replied, handing me over the platter.

I heard Randall ask Shaw while he took the bowl of peas from Pharmer, scooping some onto his plate, while I took a piece of pork from the platter. "Well, Shaw Eldridge, what good's all that fancy schoolin' yer parents sent ya off for if ya ain't gonna use it t'better yerself none?"

"Guess I'd better wipe my ass wit' the paper my diploma's printed on cause other than that it ain't gotta use." Shaw sarcastically smirk, handing me the bowl of peas as I passed the pork platter over to Roseanna.

Sally gave Shaw a pointed look while scolding him in a tight, but motherly tone, "Let's not have such crude talk at the table."

"Yes, ma'am." Nodded Shaw before taking the bread basket from Pharmer.

Randall shifted the mood of dinner by asking Shaw, "Do you plan on gettin' a house or just stayin' with your mother for time bein'?"

As I took the biscuits from Shaw, I heard him tell Randall, "I got some land already, Mr. McCoy. I just need to find some time to build a house."

"Ah." Randall nodded before inquiring, "where's this land at?"

"Near Mate Creek, West Virginia." Shaw answered between eating his food.

"Nowhere near Hatfields I hope." Randall spat, cutting a piece of his pork.

"Eh, got some a few miles down the road." Shaw answered, spearing some snap peas with his fork. Before eating the snap peas, he added, "I just keep to myself and they do the same. Let lying dogs be."

"Good." Randall nodded. "Don't provoke them." He advised with a pointed look while grabbing his coffee cup.

Shaw just nodded while chewing his food. I subtly looked between Randall and Shaw, trying to figure out why they were doing all of the taking. If Shaw was here for dinner and to see me shouldn't all of us be engaging in conversation? Hmm, was this normal dinner guest etiquette for the late 1800s?

After dinner instead of helping Sally clear the table and clean up, I was talking a walk with Shaw around the grounds, much to both Randall and Sally's urging. It was dark out, but not too dark since the sky had a violet hue to it instead of a navy one. The moon was out, but the stars couldn't be seen since it wasn't dark enough yet. Currently, me and Shaw were in the woods right off to the side of the McCoy house. So far, our walk was full of silence.

Looking me over, Shaw broke the silence between us by asking, "So, how do you like it here?"

"It's different from back home, but I like it. The McCoys are nice and welcomed me into their home."

"That's good to hear. Adjusting to life in these hills after bein'…well it can be a bit of a culture shock. The other way 'round's easier."

"Do you miss it back-" I began to ask him only to be cut off by his response of, "I miss things like football, rodeos, and extra cheese pizza smothered in ranch." Looking at me with honesty in his honey eyes, Shaw said, "But I missed my family more; they're here so I came back."

"I still don't even understand how you left in the first place." I honestly told him, looking up at him with my indigo eyes and silently pleading for him to make me understand how and why he went into the future with our old history teacher Mr. Sullivan.

"An opportunity arose and I did." Shaw answered me before quickly adding in, "Don't try to find out why cause I'm not telling." Of course, he wasn't going to tell.

I just nodded my head, accepting his answer. "So, your cover's a boys' school then?" I asked, my voice slightly hanging in the still night air, as I pulled my plum shawl tighter around my shoulders.

"Yep." Shaw popped his tongue. He let out a small chuckle before telling me, "Even got a certificate from one printed out and all that jazz too."

"Oh." I nodded, causing him to just nod and give me a tiny smirk. How he even managed to forge that was beyond my comprehension. "So, you mentioned yesterday you had to help your mom with your half-siblings, but at dinner Randall said your dad died. Did your step-dad die too or leave or something?" I asked as we walked thru the trees that had leaves falling off their branches.

"No, my dad was my step-dad." Was the answer Shaw gave me, taking me aback. Uh, I wasn't expecting to hear that tho.

"Oh…" Awkwardly rolled off my tongue.

"Peter Eldridge married my mom was she was nearly 3-months pregnant. He stayed behind to care for his ailing dad and to help his ma with her diner instead of signing up for the war." Shaw told me, opening up about his personal life a tiny bit as we walked deeper into the woods.

Looking up at him I asked curiously, "What about your real dad?"

His jaw tightened slight as he told me in a level tone, "He knew my mom was knocked up, but left to fight for the Confederacy anyways. He chose the cause, the fight for Southern Rights, over us."

"Do you know who he is?"

Shaw didn't say a word, just nodded. I was about to open my mouth to ask who, but Shaw held his hand up before I could and told me, "I'm not telling you who he is. Nobody, but a handful of my family, knows and it's better that way."

"Okay." I conceded, agreeing that I wouldn't ask and pry about his biological father.

"Bet ya miss your family, huh?" Shaw asked while giving me a sympathetic look.

"Yea, but my friendship with the McCoys helps keep my mind off of it."

"So, maybe we could be friends?"

We were acquaintances already from school. Last year when I was a freshman and he was a senior we had a drama class together. We were in an improve group once, he was funny and made me laugh, but his friends were always the popular crowd and the jocks. I was more of a silent type that didn't have a specific group. I had a best friend, loudmouth Allie, and we happened to just go with the flow when it came to friendships with others. Now tho I didn't have Allie as a best friend and Shaw was no longer one of the popular boys in school. I was a ward in the McCoy household while he was working at his mom's diner in Mate Creek and looking after his half-siblings.

Hmm, a friendship with him wouldn't be so bad would it? I was already friends with Tolbert, well I actually wanted more, but being friends with Shaw couldn't hurt, could it?

Nodding, I smiled and simply said, "Okay."

Allie POV:

The day of my wedding had arrived and I was a bundle of nerves. Currently, I was standing by the backdoor of the Hatfield house with Vera, who was acting as my maid of honor, while waiting on my brother to get me and walk down the aisle. Well, the aisle was really a large walking space between a bunch of tables the Hatfields had set up for both the ceremony and the reception on a vast part of land behind the house. I could see the setup from the window by the backdoor; it looked nice, but very rustic. Very country chic as the wedding magazines would say.

"Abel's almost here." Vera told me, taking her eyes off the window to give me a smile. "Are you excited?"

"Yea, as excited as I can be." I smiled at my new, but close friend right as the back door opened.

Abel stood in the doorway on the backsteps while telling me, "Groom's next to the officiant and all the guests are seated. Time to get this show on the road."

Vera gave me a hug, her small bridesmaid bouquet of wild flowers lightly hitting me in the back. "I'm so happy for ya." She told me after breaking out hug.

"Thank you." I told her, resulting in Vera giving me a smile before smoothing some invisible wrinkles from her copper colored dress and walking out the back door.

Holding his arm out, Abel told me, "Time to go hand you over to Cap Hatfield, sis."

I just nodded, my blonde hair bouncing around my shoulders since I was wearing it down with a simple lace bridal headband, and looped my arm into my brothers. Silently, we walked away from the back of the house and all the way to where the wedding was being held. There was no traditional church played bridal march as Abel walked me down the makeshift aisle towards where Cap was standing next to Judge Wall under a makeshift wood awning randomly decorated with autumn flowers, instead Lias played a soft tune on his ukulele.

As soon as we stopped in front of Cap and Judge Wall, my brother handed me off to my ruggedly handsome fiancé, who opted to only wear a vest and not a tie under his suit jacket for our wedding, while telling him, "Treat her good, or else you'll have to answer to me."

"Don't worry, I'll be good to Allie." Cap assured my brother, causing him to just nod and take off to go find a seat at an empty table.

After a silent moment, Judge Wall cleared his throat before loudly announcing, "Everyone, we're gathered here to witness the marriage of Allie Freeland and Cap Hatfield." Looking at me he said, "Now, lil lady, repeat after me. I, Allie Freeland, take you, Cap Hatfield."

With a small I repeated the words of, "I, Allie Freeland, take you, Cap Hatfield."

"As my lawfully wedded husband."

"To faithfully love and obey til death do we part."

Looking at Cap he told him, "Now, nephew, repeat after me. I, Cap Hatfield, take you, Allie Freeland."

Cap smirked at me before going on to repeat, "I, Cap Hatfield, take you, Allie Freeland."

"As my lawfully wedded wife."

"To faithfully love and cherish til death do we part."

Judge Wall looked at Skunk Hair while saying, "The rings." Skunk Hair, since he was the best man, had the rings on him. Quickly, he took them out of his front pocket and handed them over to Wall. The judge held his hand out between me and Cap while telling us, "Take the rings and each other's hands." Silently, we did what we were told. "Put the rings on each other's fingers while repeating with this ring I thee wed."

"I thee wed." Both me and Cap repeated while putting our simple gold band rings onto each other's left ring fingers.

"Now, with the power invested in me by West Virginia I pronounce ya'll man and wife" Nodding at Cap, Judge Wall smirked, "Now kiss your bride."

My husband didn't have to be told twice. He placed a hand on my rosy cheek and dipped his head down, capturing my lips in a soft, but quick peck of a kiss. Whenever Cap pulled back, breaking our first official kiss as man and wife, everyone clapped and cheered. We smiled widely at each other before turning to look at the happy crowd of our family and friends.

Slightly waving a hand towards us, Judge Wall ended the ceremony with the words of, "I now present to ya'll the new Mr. and Mrs. Cap Hatfield."

The reception was large and loud. Hell, most if not half of the county had to be present. Also, kin and friends from other areas came into town too for the occasion that was me and Cap's wedding. Food, drinks, and music flowed freely at the celebration. I was meeting so many people that it made my head spin. I didn't mind tho, I was actually happy that so many people came to see me and Cap married and to wish us well on our life journey as a married couple.

Currently I was at a table with Cap and Uncle Jim, sitting and talking while nibbling on the wedding cake me and my husband just cut a few moments early. Uncle Jim's mutt-hound dog, Mr. Howles, was sitting on the floor next to Jim's leg. I had to give the dog credit, it was very well trained. I spotted Abel a few yards away talking to some girl that had come as a guest with her family to my wedding. I didn't remember her name, but her mother had grown up with my mother-in-law and that's why her family was invited. Well, at least that's what I was told when I met them.

"Oh, here comes my nephew with my secret nephew in tow." Uncle Jim remarked, tilting his head over into thee direction that Sully and Shaw, Peggy's son, was walking over to us from.

"Secret nephew?" I curiously asked, my brow arched, since my new uncle's remark had me intrigued. From his remark, I was thinking that Shaw was Sully's secret love child with Peggy (well Cap did say that they were a thing before the Civil War), but I wanted to make sure I was adding things up correctly.

"Yep. Ya see, Sully knocked up Peggy 'fore he went t'fight all 'em Yankess in the war. Peggy, instead of comin' to the family for help, decided to marry a butcher named Eldridge that fancied her so her baby'd have a name and a pa instead of bein' born a bastard."

"Peter Eldridge was a mean sonuva bitch." My husband spat out. Hmm, seems that Cap knew the man before he died.

"He beat on Shaw a lot." Uncle Jim added in a disgusted and gruff tone, clarifying why Peter was a mean sonuva bitch. Uncle Jim broke off a piece of cake with his fork while saying, "Once it got too bad, his mama sent him off to a boys' school in his early teen years."

"Only family knows, nobody else, so don't go sayin' nothin'." Cap told me with a serious look on his face before eating a piece of cake.

"I won't say nothing." I promised right before eating some of my own cake.

Cap and Uncle Jim just nodded at me, thanking me for my promise, right before Sully and Shaw showed up at our table. With a smile, Sully said, "Congratulations, I couldn't be happier for you two."

"Thanks, Sully." Cap remarked while at the same time I said a simple, "Thank you."

"Allie, I don't know if Cap or Uncle Jim's told you 'bout Shaw here, but say hello to him." Sully told me, clasping a hand on his son's shoulder while gesturing between us with a wave of his hand. Oh my god, as I see them standing next to each other their resemblance is uncanny. The only difference is that Shaw inherited Peggy's honey eyes instead of Sully's sea blue ones, but everything else about them from their hair color to their build to their stance was the same if not very similar. There was no denying that Shaw was Sully's son and if people didn't realize it, then well they were either stupid or in some kind of denial cause Peggy was married to that Peter Eldridge guy whenever she birthed Shaw.

"Hi, Shaw, it's nice to meet you." I politely told my new secret cousin-in-law, giving him a small and friendly smile.

"Yea, good meeting you too." He replied with a smile of his own.

"Your ma 'round?" Uncle Jim asked Shaw while he and Sully both took a seat at the table.

Shaw shook his head, his light brown hair swaying a bit and brushing his shoulders. "No, she's runnin' the diner. It's just me and the kids here."

"They playin' with Robert E. and the others." Cap stated, not asked, before showing a forkful of cake into his mouth.

"Yea."

"So, what was ya talkin' with Ole Rand'l McCoy 'bout at election day?" Uncle Jim bluntly asked, putting Shaw in the hot seat. His answer would either make or break him in Jim's eyes since the unruly mountain man hated the McCoys.

"Oh nothin' much, just asked if I could see that girl he's got stayin' with him." Shaw nonchalantly answered while leaning back in his chair.

My sapphire eyes went wide as I blurted out, "Jessa? You want to court Jessa?"

Cap let out a small scoff before telling Shaw in his deep timbre, "Oh god, my wife used t'be best friend with her 'fore she picked Tolbert and them McCoys over their friendship."

Sully's eyes were darting all around, studying each of us silently as we sat around the table. It felt like he was waiting for the elephant in the room to appear and start doing circus tricks or something.

"She's a nice girl." Shaw simply said before smirking and adding in a bit cockily, "Hopefully my charm can get her back over to the right side of the Tug."

Yea, he was definitely apart of the Vance-Hatfield family with his haughty attitude.

Sully shook his head while letting out a groan of, "You should've went to University."

Snapping his head, causing his light brown hair to rustle against his neck and graze his shoulders, Shaw tightly told his father, "I didn't want to go, I wanted to come back home and help mom instead."

With an almost haunted look in his eyes, Sully gave Shaw the lecture of, "Hell, you had so many Universities trying to recruit you along with West Point too. It was foolish not going; not bettering yourself with an education."

Colleges don't recruit in the 19th century, but they did in the 21st century tho. Representatives from so many different universities would come to Will Rodgers High to meet up with seniors that had high test scores, offering potential scholarships and trying to entice them to go to their school. My brother, Abel, got seen by OSU, OU, and Texas A&M, but he chose to just enlist into the Army after he graduated at 18. If Shaw had colleges trying to recruit him then that means he didn't get sent away to a 19th century boys' school as a teen, but got sent to a school in the 21st century. Holy shit, now I know why he looks so familiar. He resembles one of the football players from my high school that graduated last year. Hell, with how crazy everything is, he probably is that football player.

Hell, if looks could kill Sully'd be dead right now. Shaw wasn't taking very well to Sully's lecture. "You went to the University of North Carolina and look where it got you, a job as Mate Creek's school teacher. Not very luxurious when you consider that Masters in both history and historical warfare ya got." Shaw spat viciously at his father, malice dripping from his words like venom from a cobra's fangs.

"Oooo…" Uncle Jim sing-songed in a long drawl. He looked at Sully while chuckling, "That boy sure did tell you off, nephew."

Sully just rolled his eyes at our crochety mountain man uncle. Cleary, he didn't find the situation funny at all. Hmm, I wonder what role Shaw plays in the feud since Sully seems upset that his son's living in Mate Creek instead of in the future attending college somewhere.

"Cap, ya think after your week of honeymooning's over you can help me start breakin' ground on my house?" Shaw asked my husband, breaking the slight tension that was trying to loom in the atmosphere.

"Sure." Cap nodded before quickly asking, "Where's your land at?"

"Bout half mile northwest of Jim and Sully's place." Shaw simply answered.

"Bout time ya put a cabin on that land. I only gave it to ya 6-months 'go as a welcome home present." Uncle Jim gruffly drawled out as he finished eating his slice of cake.

"Sorry that I'm just gettin' 'round to building a place now, but I've been busy helpin' my mom out at the diner." Was the excuse Shaw gave Jim for not breaking ground on the land yet. Hmm, it sounded like a legit excuse. I mean, I was buying it.

"Sure, if ya say so." Uncle Jim sarcastically told his secret nephew. Giving Shaw a pointed look, the mountain man said, "I think you're breakin' ground so you'll have a cabin to take your intended to."

Shaking his head, Shaw stood up and sighed, "And with that it's time for me to go check on my siblings."

Right after Shaw walked off, Jim chuckled and told Sully, "Boy's just like you."

"Shut up, Jim." Sully ordered, a warning in his narrowed blue eyes.

Looking between me and his cousin, Cap said, "Allie knows the truth, Sully. We told her."

Sully gave me a pointed look, silently warning me to keep what I knew to myself. "I won't tell anybody, I promise." I assured him, causing his face to relax and his posture to ease up a bit.

Seems like I just inherited messy family secrets with my marriage. Secrets that are meant to be taken to the grave. I wonder what else is tied to members of this family and the feud that are off limits to outsiders.

AN:

Hope you guys liked this chapter. Yay, Cap and Allie are married now. So, it seems like both Sully and Shaw are up to something. Like father like son… Poor Tolbert, didn't get a chance to see Jessa before that dinner…