I'm still posting from a short Christmas story I wrote, Snowflakes & Beeswax, but I'm FINALLY changing points of view. This week is all about Madelyn, a shy, Georgian woman, who wants nothing more than to be left alone.
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Madelyn’s heart lodged in her throat and refused to drop back to its proper location. She twisted her fingers in Jack’s silky hair, and stared at the men.
She’d spent the past weeks getting ready for their arrival and trying to convince herself things would be fine, that she'd could handle their presence on her farm, but each time her thoughts turned to their pending arrival she forced herself to take a deep breath and told herself she could manage them as well as her father did. Now that they were here, her resolve fled. Her quivering knees were the only things preventing her from wheeling and running away.
She’d give anything to be anywhere else right now. Even emptying chamber pots was preferable to dealing with people.