I have a challenge to issue, to all the wonderful people who read these stories. I want you to write something, anything, with the line "Do you two ever stop fighting?" Please, if you accept, send me a PM, and I will do my best to be your first reviewer!


Dear Sally,

Oh my dear sister, what a horrible time it has been for me! Just a few days ago, I attracted the attention of a Mr Thomas Escott, a plumber. I accepted his attentions, and hoped it would spur Arthur Newell on, so that he would finally propose. Eventually, Mr Escott asked me to marry him, and I didn't see any reason to say no. I may not have truly loved him, but he had a rising business, and it didn't seem like Arthur would ever ask! A girl can't wait forever, you know, even for love.

Just a few days later, there was a disturbance one night. The whole household was woken to the sound of gunshots. Mr Lewis went into the master's room, and found him dead on the floor! I right near fainted, I did, when I heard that. They almost caught the men who did it, but they got away.

The next morning, after Inspector Lestrade from Scotland Yard left, I got a note from Mr Escott, breaking our engagement. I just sat down and cried, it was just too much. Alfred came out, and saw me crying. He sat down, and well, the important news is, he proposed! Two proposals in one week, and never one in my life before now. We are getting married in three weeks time. Wish me luck, sister!

Your darling sister,

Betty