This is the requested continuation of the following stories:
The RoundTree Siblings Prepare for Thanksgiving
The Family That Knots Together
“Your mother is something else.” Marina glanced at the back seat of WInter’s sensible and spacious sedan, where Mila and Henry were sleeping. “Your family is… is something else.”
Winter smiled, because he thought it would make her uncomfortable if he frowned. “Is that a good thing?” Continue reading
A story of Tír na Cali
Nora shifted from foot to foot. She felt awkward and uncomfortable; standing here, in the manor house, she felt grubby, her skin itchy. “Look, if this is about the thing with the overseer…” She’d only been a slave for six months. She’d spent most of it getting in trouble, and most of that annoying the overseer. Who worked for this woman, this… Baroness.
Inside her shower, the Baroness… (read on…)
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“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the Tower.”
Artemisia’s parents hovered closely, her mother clutching the last of Arta’s trunks as if that might make her change her mind.
“The Tower accepted you,” her father reminded her. “It’s not common for women, not at all, but considering your family lines…”
They’d been having these conversations for months. Artemisia knew all of her lines by heart, and all of their lines, too.
“That’s lovely of them. And the Pumpkin invited me too. And Asthrifel gave me a full scholarship and a promise of a fellowship if I keep my grades up.” Artemisia tried hard to not sound exasperated. “It’s a little late, anyway.”
“The Tower’s classes don’t start until next week.” Her mother stepped forward. “Sage was very happy at the Tower.” Continue reading
Rosaria and Willard kept journals when he left the family. This story covers the beginnings of those journals: anger, fear, and loss.
I told Rosie I’d write down my experiences, but it’s been three days since I left the family formally, and this is the first time I’ve been able to stand putting pen to paper.
It is still unpleasant to think about, much less to analyze, but the knowledge is rare, even if the situation is unpleasant. When people leave the family – which happens so rarely Rosie and I could think of only two – they do not normally leave behind notes on their departure….
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