plightofsabine
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When Grace arrived to the kitchen it was as if the storm itself had settled on the room. It only took a second to register the tense silence and with her normal ease, she drifted into the kitchen to dispel the mood.
“Good Morning,” she said in a sing-song tone, hugging on Sadie for just a moment, her eyes briefly meeting the Lieutenant’s. She felt the woman return her gesture and responded with her own greeting.
“Good Morning to you too,” Sadie answered kindly.
Grace released Sadie and turned to face Lieutenant Shepard, leaving Sadie to return her focus to the stove.
“Good Morning, Lieutenant Shepard. I hope you slept well last night,” she said with a smile.
Grace stepped forward closing the distance between them. “Sadie is a marvel. Your uniform looks positively brand new,” she commented, clearly pleased, as she hooked her arm in his and led him away from the kitchen. She wouldn’t ordinarily be so bold, but it was far better for the peace of mind of the household to lead him away for a time.
It hadn’t left her mind that he was still in some discomfort both physically and now emotionally. She knew the risks of having the enemy housed on the farm. She also knew what the southern soldiers would do if they found out. It was really a bad position for her. Either way, she was stuck in the middle, so it didn’t matter if she housed either side. Grace surmised the tense air that hung over the kitchen was worry over what would happen next. Grace led him out the front door and onto the porch.
Grace paused and looked beyond the horizon where the sun was rising. The dew that had fallen the night before was slowly burning off and a soft wind washed over them as they stood there. The sounds of the livestock could be heard in the distance and the rustle of the wind in the trees was a welcome sound. She wasn’t used to being this close to a stranger, and she felt the stiffness in his frame as they remained still. In response, Grace offered a chair as she unwound her arm from his and sat down. She gave him a kindly, understanding smile.
“There will always be different opinions on how I do things, Lieutenant, and not everyone will agree with me. It would be best to maintain some space between yourself and the denizens of the farm…Or at least the housekeeper anyways. She’s very protective and has no issues with stating her mind as you’ve noticed.”
For the first time, Grace studied his face in the light of day. She was curious about him and had a desire to know more. There was something about him she just couldn’t put her finger on. Grace wasn’t one to let anything get in the way when she was intrigued and a little tension was just a bump in the road.
“Now that you’ve had a little rest, what do you intend to do? I thought if you didn't have any plans, you might appreciate a short walk to some of those willow trees I mentioned. It might help give you some peace of mind."
“Good Morning,” she said in a sing-song tone, hugging on Sadie for just a moment, her eyes briefly meeting the Lieutenant’s. She felt the woman return her gesture and responded with her own greeting.
“Good Morning to you too,” Sadie answered kindly.
Grace released Sadie and turned to face Lieutenant Shepard, leaving Sadie to return her focus to the stove.
“Good Morning, Lieutenant Shepard. I hope you slept well last night,” she said with a smile.
Grace stepped forward closing the distance between them. “Sadie is a marvel. Your uniform looks positively brand new,” she commented, clearly pleased, as she hooked her arm in his and led him away from the kitchen. She wouldn’t ordinarily be so bold, but it was far better for the peace of mind of the household to lead him away for a time.
It hadn’t left her mind that he was still in some discomfort both physically and now emotionally. She knew the risks of having the enemy housed on the farm. She also knew what the southern soldiers would do if they found out. It was really a bad position for her. Either way, she was stuck in the middle, so it didn’t matter if she housed either side. Grace surmised the tense air that hung over the kitchen was worry over what would happen next. Grace led him out the front door and onto the porch.
Grace paused and looked beyond the horizon where the sun was rising. The dew that had fallen the night before was slowly burning off and a soft wind washed over them as they stood there. The sounds of the livestock could be heard in the distance and the rustle of the wind in the trees was a welcome sound. She wasn’t used to being this close to a stranger, and she felt the stiffness in his frame as they remained still. In response, Grace offered a chair as she unwound her arm from his and sat down. She gave him a kindly, understanding smile.
“There will always be different opinions on how I do things, Lieutenant, and not everyone will agree with me. It would be best to maintain some space between yourself and the denizens of the farm…Or at least the housekeeper anyways. She’s very protective and has no issues with stating her mind as you’ve noticed.”
For the first time, Grace studied his face in the light of day. She was curious about him and had a desire to know more. There was something about him she just couldn’t put her finger on. Grace wasn’t one to let anything get in the way when she was intrigued and a little tension was just a bump in the road.
“Now that you’ve had a little rest, what do you intend to do? I thought if you didn't have any plans, you might appreciate a short walk to some of those willow trees I mentioned. It might help give you some peace of mind."