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Afternoon Tea

                “--as it my be.   She was the object of his affection and he held a sudden passion for her which I deeply despised.  He

would not continue with his work for his father and he could not think of anything besides the woman.  She however did not feel

the same for him as he did for her.  She would often hide from him and tell others that she was not home or she had gone and

visited London.  She would elude any confrontation in any way or manner.   However her misconceptions and run-offs only

heightened his obsession.   She became deeply distressed over his fixation and his constant visits to her home.  That night my

brother heard from the help that Ms. Arielle had fallen into the well outside their home.  She was dressed in her night negligee. 

There was no reason for her death that anyone could think of other than the conclusion that she had lost sight of where she had

been walking and ultimately fell into the well.  However,  I had come to my judgment that she was overwhelmed by my brother’s

admiration, that his passion had presumably killed her.  He in turn marred by her sudden death became ill and died shortly.”  He

hesitated and breathed in deeply as to suggest his grievance towards his death.

                “So what had become of his- er your mother?” Ms Olivay asked.  Her back right hand rubbed the bottom of her chin,

then rested her elbow on the arm of the couch.  This seemed to

                “My mother lives here.  She’s just not here at the moment.  But in time you will all see her.”  Everyone, still intent in

his conversation sat still waiting for the whereabouts of his father.  He looked at them knowingly, however he waited for the

question to be asked.

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