Kaczor was tired, but she was up, with the sun, so much not per usual. She usually liked to sleep until about nine in the morning, but today she needed to be seen in town, needed to get out and "assure" the gossip mongers that she was alive, and very much in a position to be throwing her considerable wealth around frivolously. The problem was, she didn't want to leave the comfortable bed with her wife, whom she had kissed gently, as she had untangled herself to get ready. Nor her daughter, Annie, who was so close to saying mapa right that it physically hurt her insides every time it came out as bapa. But for now, she was so thrilled, beyond ecstatic, that Annie was so close to talking. Her free time let her watch the memory crystals over and over, so those memories from when she was gone, she had them still. Maybe not as vivid in her head had she lived them herself, but vivid enough.
A bath, and dressing later, she was in the nursery, picking Annie up out of her crib and bouncing her gently, since the little one had also been awake, just not crying yet.
The older woman gave her an admonishing look, as she took the baby from Kaczor, the child easily going to the older woman, happily going to the other woman. "Of course, Kaczor, but your wife still needs to eat, and this precious little bundle does too, I'd be making all this even if you were here. Silly. Kaczor smiled and then leaned down, a kiss on the forehead for the older woman, and then one for her baby.
And she didn't want too. She had everything she'd never known she wanted right there. A child, a loving wife, servants that she could depend on as if they were her own blood, a roof over her head, food in her belly, and still able to best most in a fight. Nothing more she needed at this point. But she had too -- appearances were everything.
So she left, early on, skirting around to some families to call on heads of household for those that were long standing family friends. And then as the day turned over into afternoon, she made her way to the club, skipping tea time entirely. She was tired, and wanted to sit next to a fire, read a book, and sip a whisky neat, and see if anyone gave her a reason to engage. And to her surprise, the club, less so a gentleman's club now, and more, if your family was the right name. Her brow had raised at that as she made her way into the White Room. She wasn't sure why it was named that, the entire room was a moody wood color, and the leather arm chairs with small side tables were just as dark. But, it was the room that had multiple exits, and most people typically gathered in to be quiet, or quiet conversation.
Taking a seat, she pulled out the daily paper, reading over the "facts" that had come down the lane recently, the gossip, the outright lies. Made her wonder if it would be prudent to pen a few juicier little bits of gossip under a pen name -- that would be hilarious. Her whisky was delivered, as well as a board with meats, cheeses, and small vegetables. Good to see that they were keeping up with changing tastes. She poured herself a two fingered glass, and then popped an olive in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as she looked over the paper edge to the people in there. Some she knew, some she didn't. Now..
To see if anyone would get curious and come have a little chat.
A bath, and dressing later, she was in the nursery, picking Annie up out of her crib and bouncing her gently, since the little one had also been awake, just not crying yet.
I bet, your name sake has your bottle coming, my girl. Should we go see?She took the rucksack that had been sitting in the rocker, and slipped it up over her shoulder, Annie held easily in the other, as she took the servant stairs at the back of the house down into the kitchen, and as predicted, the woman she viewed as her own grandmother, was there, fixing bottles and making breakfast.
Don't go through too much trouble on my account, Sari, I'll be taking breakfast in town today.
The older woman gave her an admonishing look, as she took the baby from Kaczor, the child easily going to the older woman, happily going to the other woman. "Of course, Kaczor, but your wife still needs to eat, and this precious little bundle does too, I'd be making all this even if you were here. Silly. Kaczor smiled and then leaned down, a kiss on the forehead for the older woman, and then one for her baby.
Alright, alright, this isn't gang up on me morning, you two. I'll be home soon, if Ella wonders where I am, nothing clandestine, just, being seen. Being in prison a year means I have a ton of "friends" to get back in contact with and learn all the new gossip about. So morning rounds to some of the families, and then tea or coffee with a couple, the club somewhere in there, if they still let me in. They've never had a problem with letting me in before but you know how "gentleman's" clubs are.And maybe today would be a good day, maybe she'd meet some new people.
And she didn't want too. She had everything she'd never known she wanted right there. A child, a loving wife, servants that she could depend on as if they were her own blood, a roof over her head, food in her belly, and still able to best most in a fight. Nothing more she needed at this point. But she had too -- appearances were everything.
So she left, early on, skirting around to some families to call on heads of household for those that were long standing family friends. And then as the day turned over into afternoon, she made her way to the club, skipping tea time entirely. She was tired, and wanted to sit next to a fire, read a book, and sip a whisky neat, and see if anyone gave her a reason to engage. And to her surprise, the club, less so a gentleman's club now, and more, if your family was the right name. Her brow had raised at that as she made her way into the White Room. She wasn't sure why it was named that, the entire room was a moody wood color, and the leather arm chairs with small side tables were just as dark. But, it was the room that had multiple exits, and most people typically gathered in to be quiet, or quiet conversation.
Taking a seat, she pulled out the daily paper, reading over the "facts" that had come down the lane recently, the gossip, the outright lies. Made her wonder if it would be prudent to pen a few juicier little bits of gossip under a pen name -- that would be hilarious. Her whisky was delivered, as well as a board with meats, cheeses, and small vegetables. Good to see that they were keeping up with changing tastes. She poured herself a two fingered glass, and then popped an olive in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as she looked over the paper edge to the people in there. Some she knew, some she didn't. Now..
To see if anyone would get curious and come have a little chat.
06-16-2024, 11:40 AM
