After the snow has fallen
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estdeus_innobisWednesday, early evening; after the snow has stopped but the power is still out.
It seems that I missed some excitement last night. When I came through from the apartment to the inn proper in the late morning, I found a note from Adam.
Boss -
There was a bit of a ruckus here last night. Some girl took her clothes off and got offended when Billy Hogan got fresh. A fight broke out - just the usual broken glasses. Will tell you more about it when I'm in next. Don't believe everything any of the regulars tell you - I was the only one who wasn't drunk.
A.
I would, perhaps, have got to hear some of those stories, and I must say I'm terribly curious, but then it started snowing. It has been a long time since I saw snow fall like it did this afternoon; since I lived in New London, I think, for Versailles was warmer. The Whitechapel is quiet enough during the early afternoons anyway, so we locked the front door, Cora and Peter soon settled into a high stakes game of gin rummy, and I went to make sure that Hermia and Alice were alright. Luckily we have plenty of food and firewood, and the apartment is well furnished with candles.
The snow has settled down now, but it is very dark outside and the power is still out. So I come back into the bar and Cora - cheerful for once, having managed to take most of Peter's wages for this week - and I get the fire banked as high as possible and line the windows with candles so that passerby can see that we are open, and I unlock the front door. I imagine that many people's homes will be very cold and very dark this evening, and what better cure for that than company and alcohol?
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It seems that I missed some excitement last night. When I came through from the apartment to the inn proper in the late morning, I found a note from Adam.
Boss -
There was a bit of a ruckus here last night. Some girl took her clothes off and got offended when Billy Hogan got fresh. A fight broke out - just the usual broken glasses. Will tell you more about it when I'm in next. Don't believe everything any of the regulars tell you - I was the only one who wasn't drunk.
A.
I would, perhaps, have got to hear some of those stories, and I must say I'm terribly curious, but then it started snowing. It has been a long time since I saw snow fall like it did this afternoon; since I lived in New London, I think, for Versailles was warmer. The Whitechapel is quiet enough during the early afternoons anyway, so we locked the front door, Cora and Peter soon settled into a high stakes game of gin rummy, and I went to make sure that Hermia and Alice were alright. Luckily we have plenty of food and firewood, and the apartment is well furnished with candles.
The snow has settled down now, but it is very dark outside and the power is still out. So I come back into the bar and Cora - cheerful for once, having managed to take most of Peter's wages for this week - and I get the fire banked as high as possible and line the windows with candles so that passerby can see that we are open, and I unlock the front door. I imagine that many people's homes will be very cold and very dark this evening, and what better cure for that than company and alcohol?
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:29 am (UTC)Killed the fire and covered the meat, washed my knives and saws. Swept up. Then I walked the length of Main, to make sure no one had got caught out. Hardly noticed the cold, didn't lose my way. Don't know why I went out. Suppose it feels a bit like my time, this cold white blankness.
Like death, out there.
Felt like a drink, and so I walked down Silk. Just fine in my jacket, my hair whipping around my head. Snow's piling up when I step into the Whitechapel. It's like stepping back into the world, and I nod to Laclos and order a brandy.
Lots of folk huddling here. And there's Zann, and Tillerman, and my brother's dog. I nod to Zann, and the preacher, and find myself a seat near the window, so I can look out.