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Invisible bars seemed to be holding me in my room. I wanted to ask someone what had happened. I wanted help. My mind grasped on to the concept that I forgot the events crucial to my life happened over the last two years. Yet, I didn't want to ask anyone since I didn't like to acknowledge my current situation. Questions swirled in my brain. Where is Ben? What has happened since 2 years? Who is Polly?

After a few minutes of silence my mind grasped the past like a vise and wouldn't let go. I need to check on Penny! She needs extra attention since she is pregnant. But, maybe Father will allow me to go work in the shop. Do I have lesson with Ms. Manderly today? Maybe Bannanabelle will be sick today and Ms. Manderly will have just Elizabeth and I. Felicity, don't wish her harm! You know you don't like her but, don't wish her ill.

I sat up straight and shook my head. Upon seeing Elisabeth's letter I jerked myself to the present. Or what I knew to be the present. I wrote on a piece of paper:

Felicity, you forgot the last two years of your life.

I folded the slip of paper and put it in my pocket as a reminder. I can do this myself. My brow wrinkled in determination. Surely there is a way to remember without asking Mother or Father. My journal! I ran to my bedside and opened the nightstand drawer. Empty. Strange, I always put it there. I absentmindedly slid my hand in to my pocket. Upon feeling something in it, I pulled out the sheet and reread the words out loud. "Felicity, you forgot the last two years of your life," I paused then replaced the sheet of paper. I made a scan around the room to find my journal. Nothing. Perhaps, I never made up my mind to continue to write. I smiled to myself.

I straightened and immediately felt mentally drained. Upon hearing a knock on the door I turned. My mother stood there. A small smile was on her face and the look of understanding was apparent. She approached my bed and sat down beside me. After a moment of silence I hugged her. Tears followed soon after. I choked out, "I'm so sorry."
She pulled back to look at me. "For what, dearest?" she asked while brushing back a few strands of hair.
"For forgetting everything," I told her wiping away my tears.
"Lessie, my darling, it isn't your fault. Don't feel bad one bit. Do you understand?" she sounded kind yet firm at the same time.
I nodded my head. "But, all my lessons I've forgotten! And I don't even know some of my family and close friends."
Mrs. Merriman smiled slightly and she said, "Now don't you worry about that. I will miss your fine sewing skills, though."
I wrinkled my nose, "It only took my two years to perfect sewing?"
"Almost," was her response and we laughed.

The next hour was a mother and daughter talk about what has happened around the time Polly was born. I had been a great help to Mother and the following day or so. I had gone to Lady Templeton's Christmas Ball. We found my ball gown in the closet and I marveled at its rich color and the many layers. We were discussing when I had rescued Ben from the bounty hunters when Father knocked lightly on my doorframe.
He stepped inside my room and asked, "Felicity, you have lessons with Ms. Manderly today. Do you wish to join Elisabeth for lessons?"
I should go but, what if I make a fool out of myself. I glanced at both of them. "I should be fine to go today. Do you think it would be of any good?"
Mother exchanged a glance at Father and he answered, "It might be best for you if you mingle. I'll escort you."
I nodded and looked at my dress. It looks presentable. I stood up and walked across the room to my Father's side.

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Our walk to Ms. Manderly's house was pleasant. It was exactly as I had remembered it. There seemed to be more soldiers marching past us. Upon seeing a third groups of patriot soldiers march past I inquired about the war.
Father shook his head and replied, "Much has happened since the tea was dumped at the Boston Harbor."
"Like what, Father," was my response.
"Well," he started his forehead crunching up in thought, "Two years after the Boston Tea Party, a British fort in New York, Ticonderoga, fell to the patriots. This was under Ethan Allen's command."
I looked about and asked, "Is he the commander in chief?"
My Father shook his head and said, "No, George Washington is. The delegates appointed him as such around a year ago. He is a good candidate and we are very proud of him and our other fellow soldiers." He paused to give a wave at a passerby. "Washington is a good fellow. He keeps his cool under fire and has the ability to lead and inspire us all in face of battle."
I looked up at my Father's face when he stopped talking. I saw admiration and a bit of envy. He brushed the last characteristic aside and continued, "His first major battle was on the Charleston peninsula just North of Boston, near Bunker Hill. It was June 16, 1775 to be exact and our forces had built up their fortifications in a hurry. For the next day British General, Thomas Gage, ordered an attack. A frontal assault, they say. Anyway, that plan failed and so did his next attack plan. Finally his third plan of attack worked and we suffered a defeat when all our ammunition was spent. It was a costly victory though. Thousands, I'm afraid."
My mind lapped up this information and obviously my taste for this subject hasn't been affected by the fall. I prompted home with, "And did we lose that many?"
"No," was his response, "We only lost about 100. Now, this was on a peninsula and so we were deadlocked."
My heart jumped at the word "were". I felt the curious sparkle in my eye as I slowed my steps as if to lengthen the story.
"Washington sent Colonel Henry Knox to Fort Ticonderoga to retrieve ammunition we had taken from the British. It was mostly British cannons. Knox is a good man to get things done. He and his fellow men used um, oxen, sleds, even rafts of some sort to transport these cannons over a three-hundred stretch of Winfrey Mountains."
I shivered internally at this prospect.
My father continued and I can assure you it didn't fall on deaf ears. "Knox's cannons arrived near the end of January. Washington and his men were well ready for them. Overnight, they positioned them on Dorchester Heights so that they would be pointed down on the Boston and its harbor. When the British awoke they found themselves surrounded and in a indefensible position!"
I smiled at the good news. "That's wonderful! They retreated didn't they?"
"Yes, they sure did," was my Father's smug response.

Upon reaching the white picket fence Father opened the door. I stopped and was about to curtsy my thanks before I realized that my Father had no intention to drop me off here. And so, I walked to the front door with my Father. Father let go of my arm and opened the door for four giggling ladies. They nodded their thanks and the last two waved to me. I waved back but, I didn't recognize them.

Upon entering into the sitting room I looked about. The walls were still painted in a dull yellow and a wooden bench sat against the wall. The scent of tea and coffee that lingered in the air met my nose making me slightly thirsty. The wooden swung open and in stepped a young lady. She was exactly my height but, her facial features didn't match mine. Her eyes are like sapphires and her hair, a golden blonde. "Felicity!," she said with a little bounce that shook her light blue gown. I recognized her voice and replied, "Oh! Elisabeth, It has been awhile since I have seen you." We hugged and my Father excused himself.

I couldn't see him leave but I did hear the sound of the door shutting.

Mr. Merriman's POV

I excused myself and went into the adjoining room where Ms. Manderly and another woman bustled about preparing the table with clean utensils. I cleared my throat and Ms. Manderly stopped her organizing and approached me. I bowed and said, "Mam, may I have a word with you?"
She nodded and said, "Lydia, please continue setting the table for a proper tea time," turning to me she continued, "Yes, Sir?"
"I wanted to speak to you about Felicity. She was riding today and she was thrown from Penny. She hit her head pretty bad when she fell so bad in fact, the doctor worries that she lost some of her recent memory." I watched her expression. Her chocolate brown eyes widened and her hand went automatically to her heart.
"Oh my!," was her response.
With a glance toward the door I continued, "Yes, the doctor figures that she forgot everything since her Grandfather died. So, I'm afraid that she has forgotten what you have taught her. I- We hope her memory will return soon."
Ms. Manderly nodded and said, "Of course. I will pray for her recovery in the mean while."
With a thank you and a bow I departed. I saw a confused Felicity in the next room sitting next to a chattering Elisabeth. I stood next to Felicity for a minute when Ms. Manderly politely called Elisabeth to have a few words. The glance she exchanged with me was one that said, "Hope you don't mind me telling her, if you haven't already."

As Elisabeth glided into the adjoining room with Ms. Manderly I turned to Felicity and said, "Will you be fine?"
"Of course," was my spunky daughter's response, "Will it be okay if I go to Elisabeth's home after lessons?"
I nodded and added, "Of course, but if you are too tired stop in at the store and I will walk you home. Ms. Manderly understands."
Felicity was summoned as soon as I finished these words and I bid her a good bye and wished her well. I retreated out of the house as soon as she was no longer in sight.

Felicity's POV

I glanced around the room. Large windows on the yellow-green walls allowed sunlight dance around the wide room. The sunbeams hit the silver rimmed teacups and teapots making them gleam as if they were new. I knew they weren't. It was Ms. Manderly's tea set she had brought over from England. Each teacup had fine detailed sketch of flowers along the rim and the teapot had the same flower on its center. My eyes drifted off the table and where the piano stood. The dear old thing was used to provide music for our many dancing lessons. On the walls paintings of various landscapes hung. I had asked her before if she knew the location of the painting but she had merely replied, "Somewhere in England."

I snapped back into the lesson mindset as I heard Ms. Manderly ask us to politely to set aside our gloves and hats and come to the table. I obeyed and placed my hat on the iron hook that was nailed it the wall. I glanced at Elisabeth and smiled when she caught my gaze. We politely stood behind our chairs awaiting her next request.

Smells of coffee drifted in our noses as we watched Ms. Manderly bring in the tea tray. She motioned for us to sit down after she set the tray down. Ms. Manderly said, "Good afternoon ladies. How has your week gone?" She started pushing our chairs in.
Elisabeth said, "Thank you Ms. Manderly. My week has been quite fine."
As Ms. Manderly pushed my chair in, I quietly said, "Thank Ms. Manderly." I left it at that. I didn't want to elaborate on my misfortune. Didn't Father say Ms. Manderly understands? Does that mean she knows? I cleared my head and paid attention to Ms. Manderly.
"Ladies, as you know my patriots are serving coffee instead of tea. Loyalists are even offering this drink to their guests due to the lack of tea being sold. Even if your family decides to serve tea it would be good to know how to properly serve coffee. We still use teacups and also offer milk and sugar. The only difference is..."

The lesson went on and we partook in some coffee. It was Elisabeth's turn to serve and so, I just sat and observed everything with interest. An hour or so later we were dismissed and I walked to Elisabeth's house with her.
Wanting to clear things up, I said, "Elisabeth, this morning I took Penny outside and rode her. We got. Penny got. Penny got spooked by God-knows-what and she charged through the woods and into a militia camp. I took a bad fall. No bruises but, the doctor and his family are saying I lost a good deal of memory."
I took a sideways glance at Elisabeth as she gasped and said, "Oh my!"
"Hence, I'm very sorry if I can't follow you in our conversations," I finished.
"Oh! Don't you worry Felicity! I'll try to help that brain of yours pick up all the wonderful times we had with each other," Elizabeth said kindly.
"Why, thank you! But just the good times?" I asked with a joking tone in my voice.
Elizabeth giggled, "Hmm, perhaps some of our very rare fights. Oh! And now I can say I was the one who ended up right in the end too!"
I joined her giggles with my own. I recognized the street I was on. Just a turn around the corner and the Cole's house would be right ahead. Looping arms to stay close to each other, we weaved our way through the shattered crowds of people. Taking notice of them I asked, "Is something special occurring today?"
Elisabeth shook her golden curls, "Come to think of it, No. Williamsburg has increased in number over the past few years. Soldiers of both sides have always using this town a highway to the next town as well. If you go up this street some more-excuse me Sir- the food vendors are up ahead. This probably lends to the busyness."
I nodded and leaned toward Elisabeth to avoid a man waving his arms as if he was attacking a bear. About 12 feet a head the groups of people diminished except for a few. We walked on in content silence and before we knew it we were standing before Elisabeth's house.
"Will you come inside?" Elisabeth asked politely.
"Why, of course I will. Thank you," I answered.

Once within the sitting room I looked about. The blue painted walls were adorned with two pictures of plantation like landscape. A glass china cabinet sat in the far right corner. Without even looking at it I could see the plates- some with lavish details others rather simple. I sat down next to Elisabeth on the couch that was against the left side of the wall. My back began to heat up since there was a large window behind it. I removed my shawl.
"Well, as you can see nothing much has changed around here," started Elisabeth.
"Except for the grandfather clock," I corrected eyeing the beautifully engraved clock that stood proudly to my right.
Elisabeth let out a sigh, "Your eyes are so observant."
I looked about for another thing that was different, "Where did Annabelle's first sampler to?"
Elisabeth smiled slightly, "Well, to be honest she is gone."
"Gone?" I gasped. I didn't like her that much but, where did she go? Did she die? My heart froze for a second.
"She is back in England. My Aunt wanted a proper young lady to keep her company and to fuss over. Most likely Annabelle will come back from many balls, parties, and even engaged. That is if she can land a husband." Elisabeth laughed at her last sentence.
"That must be an amazing experience for her," I commented.
"Yes, we did almost like a trade of. My Aunt- Aunt Susanna- sent her son to come live with us. His name is John and he actually is your Father's new apprentice."
"New App-," I was cut off by a sharp knock at the door.
"Excuse me," Elisabeth said and went to the door.
I followed her for no apparent reason. Elisabeth swung the door open to reveal a messenger boy. He bowed and extended a letter to Elizabeth saying, "Miss Cole?"
She replied with a simple, "Yes?"
"A letter for you," he continued.
"Thank you," she replied waiting to shut the door as soon as he left.
Instead of leaving he motioned to me. "Miss Felicity Merriman?"
I nodded.
"A letter for you too."
With a "Thank you," I took it gracefully.
He retreated after doffing his hat and a bow. We shut the door and returned giggling to the sitting room.
"Oh! By whom do you think sent us this?" asked Elisabeth opening hers. I opened mine and we silently read its contents.

Dear Miss Felicity,

Will you do us the honor of attending Lady Templeton's Spring Party on the 18th of April 1998?

My mind stopped at the date 1998. I shook my head, "A spring party?"
"Oh! What a privilege to go to such an event!" gushed Elisabeth, "Do you intend to go?"
"If my Father will permit it." I said.
Elisabeth stared off into space, "Yes, that would be nice."
I replaced my letter in the envelope and commented, "I better share this news with my family." I was getting slightly tired.
"Oh very well, do stop down here when you want to," Elisabeth said.
"And come to my house whenever you wish it," I said before exchanging a hug. She saw me to the door and offered to walk me home. I refused politely and waved goodbye. I set of walking. It had to be near midafternoon and Mother would probably want me home so I could help with supper. I smiled at my reasoning. I wonder if I have ever gone to the Spring party before. Perhaps I did and I embarrassed myself horribly. I glanced down at the envelope in my hands.
All of a sudden I felt myself walk into something and then the dirt road beneath me. I looked up to see what I whammed into. The sun glared into my eyes so I shielded my eyes to get a better look. A young handsome man stood before me offering his hand saying something. I took his hand and stood up saying, "I'm so sorry. I didn't watch where I was going."
His blue eyes sparkled as he responded, "Why Felicity I didn't see you either. I'm so sorry. You see I was trying to find out how to get to this house when you came along." He swept down and picked up my letter that was trying to escape in the wind.
He knew me? Was I supposed to know him? "I was trying to find a house" he said? I gulped and looked at the sack of sugar in one arm and a sack of oats at his feet. I extended my hand to receive the letter he was offering me. As I took the letter he said, "I, um, heard about the accident this morning."
I squinted at him.
"Um, your fall," he clarified.
I couldn't help but emit a small laugh because of his awkward state. "Oh! Yes, and you weren't around a couple of years I suppose. So..." I trailed off. While he seemed to be confused at my last sentence I couldn't help but admire his perfect jaw line and the way the wind whistled through his golden hair.
He ran his free hand through his blonde hair then it stuck him, "John, John Cole. I'm your Father's new apprentice."
I smiled at him before saying, "I suppose we spend time with each other often or has Father kept me at home?"
John replied, "I believe he would like to keep such a fair young lady out of sights lest she fall for such a man as me."
I turned light shade of red and laughed, "Very tempting," I said good naturally, "I will see you around John!" I curtsied and stepped to his side.
"Uh, wait!" he called after me, "I was invited to the Spring Party too. Perhaps you would allow me to do the honor of escorting you to this event?"
I turned and replied with a small blush creeping over my cheeks, "If my Father permits me to go, you may do me the honor. Farewell!"
I turned on my heel and I walked away my head in the clouds that were full of confusion and hope.

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