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milliways_bar2012-07-31 09:11 pm
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Mary is quite proud of herself. Today in the lake she had managed to propel herself several feet through the water, several times. And she had floated on her back for a good long while, though she still isn’t fond of the sound of water rushing in her ears.
She’s back in her brown morning dress now, sitting on the Milliways hearth with wet hair streaming down her back, waiting for it to dry before she goes home. She has paper, a quill and a pot of ink, and, using a book as a makeshift desk, is writing a letter to Jane in London.
Or trying to.
Mary makes a face, balls up the sheet of paper she’s been writing on, and turns to toss it into the flames in the hearth.
Trying to write interesting correspondence without Milliways creeping into it is hard some days. No doubt Jane would have found Mary’s comment about a horseback ride immediately followed by swimming practice leaving her so tired that she’d nearly fallen asleep during dinner very curious indeed.
She’s back in her brown morning dress now, sitting on the Milliways hearth with wet hair streaming down her back, waiting for it to dry before she goes home. She has paper, a quill and a pot of ink, and, using a book as a makeshift desk, is writing a letter to Jane in London.
Or trying to.
Mary makes a face, balls up the sheet of paper she’s been writing on, and turns to toss it into the flames in the hearth.
Trying to write interesting correspondence without Milliways creeping into it is hard some days. No doubt Jane would have found Mary’s comment about a horseback ride immediately followed by swimming practice leaving her so tired that she’d nearly fallen asleep during dinner very curious indeed.