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Afternoon Tea
“Oh I never said I had a father. I said my brother’s father. You see he wasn’t at all blood related. After my father died,
my mother had me and then she had met this man somewhere in New York I believe when she visited here in America. Arthur
Goodwill, was his name. He had a child who I immediately called my brother. He was a poor little thing, yet I loved him more
than anything in the world next to my mother. He was much bigger than I but was five years younger. We returned to England
from our visit. He had the makings of a strong business man like his father. I was fifteen he was ten. We got along like any
family should. I never referred to his father as my own, for he was always gone, always away with his businesses and money. He
owned a part of the stocks in building the railroads at that time yet I had no interest in such things. I, of course was the dastardly
of all. I did not have the makings of a baron like my stepfather nor did I have the willingness of my brother. We grew up very
close. Closer than any sibling could ever be. But alas our kinship was to be no more. He had taken a fancy. Our relation was
ravaged
by the loveliness of Arielle.”
His eyes lit at the pronunciation of her name.
Mary, almost irritated with his life story stared at the golden edged clock above the hearth. It had been no more but half
an hour past. Her eyes lingered to the painting of a woman. A young woman. She was very plain yet had the most striking blue
eyes. Her hair a golden brown. Not too thin and not too fat. Serena stared around surprised. It seemed as though the painting
was unbefitting in its place. It was the only picture of a person around, everywhere else was landscape or any other article of
ornamentation.
She then felt other eyes on her and quickly feigned to be listening
to his conversation.