Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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Bridget woke up when Carrie closed the door. She knew that she didn't mean to, but Bridget sat back up, her breast still uncovered. Her mind played over her last talk with Joshua. He seemed to have truly regretted what had happened, or what he had considered doing. But what he was going to have to understand was that she was no longer going to be his whore, or his bedwarmer. If she was going to stay, she would only stay as his wife.
That he was suddenly again knocking at her door was a surprise, as it really had not been all that long that he went downstairs to see the solicitor. But here he was, his face flushed and a cross between excitement and worry as he told her what the solicitor wanted.
What shall I do if I am truly his heir? It is not unreasonable to assume that most of his wealth he had accumulated through nefarious affairs and if I accept I will be embroiled as well, on the other hand I, that is, We, could help those poor girls in his household. I am at a complete loss my love.
Bridget remembered the maids that she had seen while she had been. The scared looks, the whispered words, the fear and beaten down looks that they had. They had been unfortunate enough to be servants at Isaac's house of horrors.
"I do have an idea. Why not turn the house into some kind of finishing school? Give those female servants a chance to learn something that will give them a chance to get a better job. Even help them get better jobs once they graduate. Make that part of the deal. Maybe Estelle would run it.
That he was suddenly again knocking at her door was a surprise, as it really had not been all that long that he went downstairs to see the solicitor. But here he was, his face flushed and a cross between excitement and worry as he told her what the solicitor wanted.
What shall I do if I am truly his heir? It is not unreasonable to assume that most of his wealth he had accumulated through nefarious affairs and if I accept I will be embroiled as well, on the other hand I, that is, We, could help those poor girls in his household. I am at a complete loss my love.
Bridget remembered the maids that she had seen while she had been. The scared looks, the whispered words, the fear and beaten down looks that they had. They had been unfortunate enough to be servants at Isaac's house of horrors.
"I do have an idea. Why not turn the house into some kind of finishing school? Give those female servants a chance to learn something that will give them a chance to get a better job. Even help them get better jobs once they graduate. Make that part of the deal. Maybe Estelle would run it.