I leave the carriage and walk up to the door of Angelica Schuyler-Church and knock. I wait a few minutes and then Angelica opens the door. I see a range of emotions cross over her face including rage, confusion, and more anger.
"What do you want, Alexander? Shouldn't you be with Eliza, talking out the whole situation."
"This is actually about that, a little bit. Can I come in?" I ask, and she opens the door wider so I can walk in. The kitchen table is right in front of the door. She has a beautiful hallway and living room, all not closed off. She has her bathroom and a study off to the left, stairs just past the study, and a back door leading to her garden off to the right, past the sink.
"What happened to Eliza?" She asks as soon as the door is closed.
I sit down, and she follows, "After you left with our children, she started to ask me questions like 'Why did you do it?' and ' Was I not desirable?'" I tell her and she nods.
She leans forward on the table and ask, "Is she still desirable? Do you still want her? Why did you do it, Alexander?"
"She is desirable, I do still want her, and I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Eliza, because men want something more. We will never be satisfied."
"So then what?"
"Eliza fell out of her chair to the ground in our kitchen after I told her why I did what I did?"
Angelica's expression darkens as she ask, "Is she okay."
"I ran her to the doctor's that I ran Phillip and Angie to when they were really sick. I called him twice before he came out to look at her. Her lips were turning shades of blue and purple. Her skin was cold and clammy, you could see her labored breaths stop. When the doctor came out, he saw it all, and checked for a pulse. She was out." I choke out with tears streaming down my face, "I'm so sorry Angelica."
"She's gone?" She ask, and I can't even muster the words to speak, so I just nod. The tears begin to flood down her face. She turns pale, and I grab her hand. Seeing her cry enabled my own tears.
"Hey, let's go sit on the couch, okay?" I walk with her to the couch in her open living room. She holds me and cradles me, "It's okay, Angelica, let it all out."
"Alexander, I'm sorry, sorry for the loss of your wife."
"I have to tell the kids somehow." I tell her, "I need your help, Angelica."
She chuckles a little, 'The man who wrote 51 papers about the constitution and 95 pages about an affair, can't find the right words to use right now."
"Its ironic, I know. Angelica, please help me?"
"Oh, for real, okay." She looks off into space, "Tell them individually. They're in their rooms here, okay. Oh, and as they get younger, dumb it down a little bit more and more."
I nod, "Anything else I should do? That seems awfully simple."
"Well, maybe try not to cry."
"Okay then, thanks."
"Your welcome, now go." She pushes me off. I jump off the couch at which we sit, and go to the stairs. I'm sure how mich af Anglica's advice Im going to be taking at this point. It wasnt very clear and while dumbing it down is obvious, I can't seem to wrap my head around it. I take a deep breath and go up the stairs. When I reach the first landing, I think about I'm going to say 'Sorry your mom died' or 'You're mom left me, forever'. I don't know. I go up to the top of the stairs. This is it, I think, now or never. I go up to the first door, and knock hesitantly.