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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1617506" data-attributes="member: 4441"><p>*Miriam had been awake early, as was her wont. The dozen newspapers she favored were delivered to her door just before her milk arrived, and she had spent a couple hours sifting through them, scissors and paste pot at the ready.*</p><p></p><p><em>Kendrick's younger son arrested? How scandelous... though apparently he paid enough to get the story buried back to the fourth page. And for... oh my, a squabble over a woman? I must remember to ask Darla about that, her best friend's sister works in that part of town. Madame Kendrick will be in soon you can be certain of that to see what the "spirits" say she must do about her high spirited offspring...</em> she thinks idly, cutting and pasting the story into one of her large empty books. At around eight in the morning she puts away the remains of the papers and places her books back in their cabinet to dry.</p><p></p><p><em>The blue wool suit today, the one from Paris, and the new matching leather boots. The lovely velour hat, and the veil...</em> she hums slightly to herself as she dresses, preparing to do a little shopping and gossipmogering today. Her hair she does up in a passable French twist, pinning it securely in place, wincing at the pain in her knuckles from the cold weather. It seemed no matter how high she turned the radiators, some cold always got through to stiffen her joints.</p><p></p><p>*As she set the last pin in place, put on her rings and jewelry, adding a splash of attar of roses, she heard a knock at the door.*</p><p></p><p><em>Now who could that be? I don't have anyone scheduled today. Bother!</em> she grumbles and goes to the door. Before she opens it, she puts on a pleasent smile; it could be a potential new client, and it wouldn't do to scare them off.</p><p></p><p>*However, the last person she expected to see was a priest, particularly not that specific priest.*</p><p></p><p>"Father O'Malley!" she exclaimed, one hand going to her throat in a gesture of astonishment. "I hardly expected to see you here. Please, do come in, you must be frozen!"</p><p></p><p>*She hurries in the priest and settles him in her kitchen rather than the parlor. The parlor was only for clients, O'Malley was a friend. Quickly she poured him a cup of coffee, handing him cream and sugar.*</p><p></p><p>"I can't imagine what would bring you to this part of town Father. Is there a lost lamb you're searching for?" she asked politely, sipping her steaming cup. She had an idea about what he was here for, and she didn't have to like it. It had been exhilerating helping to save the young lad, so much like her youngest son Jacob was before he died... but it had been unnerving as well. For all she pretended to be an expert on all things occult, she was still rattled by some of the things she had seen there. Her dreams had been horrible for months afterward.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 1617506, member: 4441"] *Miriam had been awake early, as was her wont. The dozen newspapers she favored were delivered to her door just before her milk arrived, and she had spent a couple hours sifting through them, scissors and paste pot at the ready.* [i]Kendrick's younger son arrested? How scandelous... though apparently he paid enough to get the story buried back to the fourth page. And for... oh my, a squabble over a woman? I must remember to ask Darla about that, her best friend's sister works in that part of town. Madame Kendrick will be in soon you can be certain of that to see what the "spirits" say she must do about her high spirited offspring...[/i] she thinks idly, cutting and pasting the story into one of her large empty books. At around eight in the morning she puts away the remains of the papers and places her books back in their cabinet to dry. [i]The blue wool suit today, the one from Paris, and the new matching leather boots. The lovely velour hat, and the veil...[/i] she hums slightly to herself as she dresses, preparing to do a little shopping and gossipmogering today. Her hair she does up in a passable French twist, pinning it securely in place, wincing at the pain in her knuckles from the cold weather. It seemed no matter how high she turned the radiators, some cold always got through to stiffen her joints. *As she set the last pin in place, put on her rings and jewelry, adding a splash of attar of roses, she heard a knock at the door.* [i]Now who could that be? I don't have anyone scheduled today. Bother![/i] she grumbles and goes to the door. Before she opens it, she puts on a pleasent smile; it could be a potential new client, and it wouldn't do to scare them off. *However, the last person she expected to see was a priest, particularly not that specific priest.* "Father O'Malley!" she exclaimed, one hand going to her throat in a gesture of astonishment. "I hardly expected to see you here. Please, do come in, you must be frozen!" *She hurries in the priest and settles him in her kitchen rather than the parlor. The parlor was only for clients, O'Malley was a friend. Quickly she poured him a cup of coffee, handing him cream and sugar.* "I can't imagine what would bring you to this part of town Father. Is there a lost lamb you're searching for?" she asked politely, sipping her steaming cup. She had an idea about what he was here for, and she didn't have to like it. It had been exhilerating helping to save the young lad, so much like her youngest son Jacob was before he died... but it had been unnerving as well. For all she pretended to be an expert on all things occult, she was still rattled by some of the things she had seen there. Her dreams had been horrible for months afterward. [/QUOTE]
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