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After Jack had gone to bed, Roger was still sitting alone in the kitchen, drinking one glass after the other. Thinking of Lygia and the upcoming wedding, he couldn't understand why anyone would reject his offer.
Mr. Dawson surely isn't a normal lad.
The wedding would be in a week and he figured that after this, he wouldn't be able to visit his Lygia that often. Ella would want to know where he was going.
He took the empty glass, placing it in front of him on the table, turning it around and examining it carefully, like it would be filled again, if he continued to stare at it.
However, there was nothing left. He had drunken up the whole bottle.
"My Lygia seeing me like this…," he mumbled shoving the glass down the table.
It hit the floor with a bump.
"Ups…," he choked out, looking at the shards on the ground. "Ha…ha means luck."
Laughing he stood up to get something to clean the floor.
If Ella or Lettice could see him now, they surely would be horrified. And Lygia…
Now that was the worst. He didn't want her to see him like this. She shouldn't think that he wasn't just some typical drunkard.
Lettice thought him to be a man of honour.
He smiled once more.
Of course he was….only that…
What Lettice would've said to him now?
Slightly he realized that he didn't really care. Only Lygia was important to him. Only her opinion was important.
Lettice and Ella needed him, not vice versa.
Somehow he managed after a while to clean up the floor, sitting down again.
"I should probably lie down too," he got out, but remained be rested on his seat.
Truth to be spoken he didn't want to sleep at the moment. He simply couldn't. He needed to feel her skin, making her his own once more. There was nothing he could do without her anymore.
Lygia was his one and only now.
A coffee…yes he needed a coffee…
That would make him sober again.
Slowly he got up, to make himself one. Though it didn't help much he managed at least to remain standing on his feet for more than a minute.
If only Mr. Dawson would be coming with him…
But this couldn't be helped now.
Lygia would get to see him in this most vulnerable state. However, she was such an angel, she surely wouldn't mind. Roger was just eager to visit her, not caring that he might attract attention on his way there.
"There're only other drunkards and prostitutes out at this time of the night anyway…," he was talking to himself. "I really don't mind what they're thinking of me."
Her beautiful face appeared before his eyes and he smiled at knowing what he would do with her tonight. Taking this girl as his personal mistress had been the best he had done in years.
Roger Lindsay slowly made his way to the door, outside the house, his feet drawing him directly to her. His mind was clouded not only with visions of his Lygia, but more than that from the heavy consume of alcohol.
He never noticed the person following him.
Mrs. Pearson was pleased with herself. A girl of hers had managed to attract one of most prosperous man of Bostonian society. Instead of being happy and cheerful, she was depressed and gloomy. Of course the girl hadn't been born a courtesan. However, Mrs. Pearson was doing her best to make her one. If only she wouldn't be so shy.
"You'll see, it'll be much better, if you're pretending to be happy to see them. The men too will notice and pay you more."
How can anyone have fun doing this?
Outside Roger Lindsay was already waiting.
"You're such a beautiful girl. Many men would do anything just to be with you for a moment. Do you how much of your colleagues would be dying to get a chance of intermingling with Mr. Lindsay? They're already jealous of you. And yet you're acting like you detest this great opportunity," she said lecturing her.
I don't want to be here. I'm not like that other girls and women. I want to be married. I don't want to live that life. I don't care that what prospect this Mr. Lindsay is offering me. I hate him.
Her eyes weren't glistering, but looking tired and worn-out.
"Now smile…every man loves happy women," Mrs. Pearson drew up her face, opening the door to reveal Mr. Lindsay, who was smiling brightly.
"I'll leave you two for now. Have fun."
With that she was closing the door, locking it behind herself.
Roger moved closer to the girl.
"Miss me?" he asked though it clearly wasn't meant as a question.
You'll get much more paid, if you're acting like you'll enjoy it. Maybe then I can finally get away from here.
Lygia smiled.
"Of course…who wouldn't?"
"That's my girl," he began while starting to kiss her neck.
Lygia forced away the instant urge to throw up and instead faked admiration.
"What are you doing out here? You should be inside helping the others out!" she shouted grabbing the hand of the lazy girl. "Ducking away from work...," she scolded her, her voice was full of reproof.
Why on earth was nobody listening to her?
"But I'm not…"
"Yes…yes…I know. No one wants to be here, but sometimes we've to do things that we don't really like. Now come on. The other girls also want to have a break."
She tightened the grip on her hand, shoving her inside.