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When Jane married her Albert I was her chief bridesmaid. That was such an innovation that I, the twenty-first century potter remembered that Jane and Albert Lorimer's wedding was a significant event. The Lorimers became family friends. We were welcome in their house. They were welcome in ours, as guests, not as a former servant and her husband.
I was aware of Martha the ghost giggling in my bedroom.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "You look as if you did. Can you see yourself? It's dawn."
I opened my eyes. I couldn't see anything. The scarf around my head had slipped over my face and tossing and turning during the night I had wrapped myself in a tight parcel inside that large shawl. Somehow I had crawled right inside it and bagged myself.
I struggled free as Martha's giggles faded into the distance.
- COMMENTS
Selena_Kittover 15 years agoCombine all the Martha stories into a book! :)
Good luck in the contest!
Munachiover 15 years agoagree with the comment before mine, it is a great story, i enjoyed reading it...
Anonymousover 15 years agoYour ability to capture the mindset and life of that period is truly remarkable. I can see why it might not be overly popular here, but that should in no way diminish your outstanding literary achievement.
