The statues of our fathers in the courthouse flowerbed / Bend with all the lighting tattered trees

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Day 283, Wednesday March 10th
Past lunch, not yet dinner
The Apothecary

I ain't seen Polly much in the past two weeks, though I've passed her people in the street 'n the market. I ain't sure how I feel 'bout her. She seemed real nice, and it's good t'meet someone closer t'my Ma's age as dunt disapprove 'a Kate 'n me. But it's real annoyin' how she was also sayin' it was a duty t'bear children.

With all the Family pushes havin' 'em, I should 'a given more thought t'the idea. But I ain't, really. Children never seemed like somethin' in my future, like there was just more I wanted and they wasn't a part 'a that. And now I'm with Kate it surely ain't likely.

I shake my head and keep crushin' leaves. It's bin on my mind, more 'n anythin' else she said 'bout burnin' 'r the serpent. It bothers me how much I've bin thinkin' on it. Maybe it's bin like that 'cause 'a Glass Beddau, 'r 'cause 'a Wanda. Though that always breaks my thoughts off darker, and there's times I think I'd follow through 'f I dint know what Kate'd think, 'r 'f I was sure the father wouldn't intervene.

Neither Johnny nor I 'r restin' easy, things bein' what they are with the family. He ain't 'bout t'split with Damien for them, and I sure 's hell ain't 'bout t'leave Kate. Thinkin' on it makes the knife stir at my belt in sullen anger.

But thought 'a babies and murders aside, I suppose I'm well. Middle 'a winter and lots 'a folks 'r mindin' 'emselves. It seems like the whole town's slowed down some. I expect it'll change come spring, 'f we get there.

The door rings, and I tuck my shawl 'round me as the cold sweeps in, and go t'help another customer. 'Least business is still runnin' smooth, now that Bluebeard's tucked away cozy in his house most days.

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The statues of our fathers in the courthouse flowerbed / Bend with all the lighting tattered trees

[tess-thiess.livejournal.com]

Day 283, Wednesday March 10th
Past lunch, not yet dinner
The Apothecary

I ain't seen Polly much in the past two weeks, though I've passed her people in the street 'n the market. I ain't sure how I feel 'bout her. She seemed real nice, and it's good t'meet someone closer t'my Ma's age as dunt disapprove 'a Kate 'n me. But it's real annoyin' how she was also sayin' it was a duty t'bear children.

With all the Family pushes havin' 'em, I should 'a given more thought t'the idea. But I ain't, really. Children never seemed like somethin' in my future, like there was just more I wanted and they wasn't a part 'a that. And now I'm with Kate it surely ain't likely.

I shake my head and keep crushin' leaves. It's bin on my mind, more 'n anythin' else she said 'bout burnin' 'r the serpent. It bothers me how much I've bin thinkin' on it. Maybe it's bin like that 'cause 'a Glass Beddau, 'r 'cause 'a Wanda. Though that always breaks my thoughts off darker, and there's times I think I'd follow through 'f I dint know what Kate'd think, 'r 'f I was sure the father wouldn't intervene.

Neither Johnny nor I 'r restin' easy, things bein' what they are with the family. He ain't 'bout t'split with Damien for them, and I sure 's hell ain't 'bout t'leave Kate. Thinkin' on it makes the knife stir at my belt in sullen anger.

But thought 'a babies and murders aside, I suppose I'm well. Middle 'a winter and lots 'a folks 'r mindin' 'emselves. It seems like the whole town's slowed down some. I expect it'll change come spring, 'f we get there.

The door rings, and I tuck my shawl 'round me as the cold sweeps in, and go t'help another customer. 'Least business is still runnin' smooth, now that Bluebeard's tucked away cozy in his house most days.

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