Female First Person Narration, M/F speech. Historical Mystery.
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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time was passing, and still father slept. I didn't have long the time before we had to leave. If leaving was what we would do grew short hours or days. I did not know I would have woken him, but I could still see the bruising around. His eyes faded to a ghastly yellow over his pale skin, and this caps around his mouth and beneath his nose. I tried not to be selfish and let him sleep. His personal effects had been neatly arranged on the dresser by his bed removed by Ed. We know when she prepared his coats for cleaning and mending his pocket watch, a cheap, brassy thing lay on top. It's thin. Jane killed around it like a tail beside it, with the stubs of pencils, pen Nibs and a few ripped up piece of paper with scribbled names and numbers. There was the handwriting I had known all my life beneath it all. Bursting at the binding was Father's Notebook. He carried it with him, always writing in it in pencil and tiny, neat writing. I could barely make out between the pages. He'd slaughtered more and more pieces of paper, creating a book that grew as I did every year. Second factors. I grew Tola. I picked it up and thumbed through it idly. I knew he wouldn't mind. It was almost mine as much as his as I had spent even longer than him poring over the pages, trying to decipher and write up his notes. My life was in those pages, too. As I flipped through the pages, I came across a small sheet folded into to both sides, written in a hand. I did not recognise Glancy across it, Father. I saw he was still sleeping and hesitated only momentarily before reading it. Mason, my son, told me he'd found June that you had a child. Gabriel says he's marrying her and bring her into my house. You were supposed to take her away, Patrick. You were supposed to take them both away. My poor Rosie. I don't know how to feel as I have not known how to feel for almost 20 years. The best thing you could do is leave now and take her with you. I will give you money, as I did last time. I try as best I can to save my son from himself. But I am old now. I can't do it alone. If she comes here. I don't know if I can bear it. Uh, I read it three times trying to understand what it meant. Mrs. Rayner had written to my father. She knew him. I could have guessed that since Gabriel had been touted to me is an old family friend. But still, it all stank of some sort of scheme. We'll have deceit on bribery. Who said you could read that? Who said you could go through my things? Father was awake, roused in anger to a finer fettle than I had seen him in four weeks. What is it, Father? What does it mean? You shouldn't be looking at it. It doesn't concern you. It's about me. I fairly shouted before remembering where I wass and that we were not alone in the house. I tried to calm down, smoothing out the letter I had creased with trembling hands. Father, I need to know You want me to go back to him? What does it mean?