The Father
I went to bed early, tired by the long day, and slept late. I had no schedule, no one to call on, and I liked it. Looking back, I think my body was still healing from what I’d done to myself.
The noise outside my window rose and fell all day as people moved around behind the barricades. It was almost tea-time when the noise rose significantly. At first I saw nothing, but then several sorrel horses appeared, ridden by men in red and silver livery, followed by Charles Hart’s red and silver carriage.
Dismayed, I rushed to the parlor. “Blitz! Mary! Amelia! Come here this instant!”
Amelia came out of the kitchen. “Mum, what’s wrong?”
“Mr. Charles Hart is here.”
She dashed towards Blitz and Mary’s rooms. A few minutes later, Blitz hurried up, putting his jacket on as the doorbel
