five and eighty. a letter and some business.

[naughtbutlife]

Well, I suppose this might serve as a warning to anyone wishing to marry in the near future. Think you, being inextricably linked to someone for the rest of your life! Their disappointing behaviour will be yours to bear, forever and ever until Judgement Day, amen.

Tis even worse on the Barge.

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[naughtbutlife]

[By that particular point in time, Angelica was already throwing things across the room. Her husband had just confirmed it all, and his apology had done nothing to soothe that building anger about the whole situation. Now, now the Barge would hear it all, and all she wanted to do was forget and heal!

She picked up and teacup and hurled it into the door, not realising that Howie decided to come visit at that particular moment in time. Thank God the door was close.]

Neil? Neil, come in. Careful, there are shards of porcelain on the floor.

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[naughtbutlife]

[At first she thought that Howie had come to hear for himself what had happened. She fully expected him to lead the charge against her husband and bring him to justice, and so she turned her back on him and walked towards the the table to "tidy up".]

Nay, sir, I do not want tea, nor do I want to drink away my sorrows. I am too furious to wallow yet.

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[thegooddrjones]

Angelica, can I do anything for you?

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[naughtbutlife]

Aye. You can tell me how the Marquis fares.

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[thegooddrjones]

He'll be alright. We're going to work and try and fix him.

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[naughtbutlife]

Will the recovery truly take a year?

[paranoidcreator]

[He's wearing a suit! And a Tie!]

Can I help?

[naughtbutlife]

Oh, how now, sir. Are you a warden with us? I fear that I must have missed your arrival.

[paranoidcreator]

yeah, I guess I ought to start with that.

[he scratches behind his ear] Usually I'm the one subtly flaunting authority. What'd your husband do?

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[naughtbutlife]

If you do not mind, I would rather not say. I am sure matters will be made clear later, sir.

Would you be available to look after my husband's inmate? You can volunteer your services.

[creatingalegacy]

How tragic, to choose to be linked to such a reprehensible man.

[NOT LIKE SHE'D KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. NOPE.]

[naughtbutlife]

What cheer, Amanda. Are you married?

[creatingalegacy]

I guess you could say that, although it's in a manner beyond conventional understanding of the term.

[naughtbutlife]

Oh, aye? Is it a man? Do you love them dearly? In memory alone, can thinking of them brighten your day or lift your spirits?