Story Fel By the Wayside (Complete)

Jeepcats 3

Contributing Member
Wow, is this what Francine has been plotting for all along, to get Elder Lathrop?
Eeeeeewwwwwwwwwoooo, double ICK!
Somehow I don't think Francine understands what she has done to her Family or what her life really will be like!

Jeepcats3
 

Rabbit

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Arrogance just won't die, but it will kill you in the end, and good for Topher.

I am confused though, I thought Elder Lathrop was Francine's father. How'd I miss that?

Cor has had so much decided for him for much of his life starting with his father. I wonder how he is going to take this? I hope he realizes that Fel is the best thing that Francine ever did for him, even if that was certainly not her intent. Wake up Cor.

Excellent, excellent, excellent. Thanks Kathy
 

Kathy in FL

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I had the same thought. Or in their society is it ok to marry your daughter? Double ICK!

No. If you go back and read it there was never any sense that the elder was her father ... merely a man that she admired as a pillar of the community where she came from and one who epitomized the life she longed for.
 

Jeepcats 3

Contributing Member
Somehow I think Elder Lathrop's boast that he never raises his voice or a hand to his wives is NOT going to hold up with Francine.

Jeepcats3
 

seraphima

Veteran Member
Elder Lathrop is actually stepping up as best he can to deal with this- having Francine, whom he has made obvious he finds distasteful, to wife, and taking up a lot of the time and care of his wives and family, in order to repay his debt of friendship to her father. It is one of the few solutions Francine would willingly embrace (ewww) to have her divorce Cor and marry her idealized Elder Lathrop.
Even Elder Lathrop is now calling Fel 'Mistress Fel', showing she has earned her place and the respect even of such an important man.
Kathy, the twists and turns in your stories never cease to amaze me, but this a huge one. Bravo!
 

Jimbopithecus

Deceased
We sure enough got lucky when some of our favorite authors came over here to spin their yarns. I think that Cor will be relieved that Francine is gone and by her own desires, no less. Sometimes if you delude yourself into believing obsession is love, you must make the drastic separation to discern the truth of the matter. I think that may be what is happening here. It'll be rough for Cor and Fel for awhile, but their partnership is stronger than Cor's obsession with Francine (I hope). Thanks for the good read Kathy!!
 

wab54

Veteran Member
I dont think Cor will believe what has happened until he hears it from Francine and Elder Lathrop himself. I just cant imagine a society that can do this stuff to people without their sayso or acceptance. I know what i would do to someone who meddled with my family like that. And it wouldnt be acceptance!! That clan would be ended when I got through!


WAB
 
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kua

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This particular chapter is rather bittersweet, but absolutely perfect for Fel. She will have to wrap herself around the decisions made for her and learn how to live within them. I think there can be some happiness for her if she will let it come.
 

Rabbit

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Golly, we have all been so caught up discussing this fantastic story that no one asked for more. I will rectify that now, MORE PLEASE.
 

golem3

Member
I think this way will be much better for Fel. It could have been written that Francine died during childbirth, but then Fel would always have to be better than the idealized version of Francine Cor would hold in his head. This way, Cor can maybe see that Francine wasn't as wonderful as she seemed. Hopefully Fel takes the high-road for a while longer and Cor can recover quickly. I wonder what would happen now if Cor died - would Fel get everything?
 

Rabbit

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Cor has lived a long time with unrequited love I suppose, part of the time anyway. I hope Fel doesn't have to.
 

Kathy in FL

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Chapter 56

“Fel, there was no way around this. We couldn’t hold Francine against her will. It doesn’t work that way here in Kipling,” the Captain told me quietly as we all stood on the porch watching the carriages holding Francine and the rest of the Lathrops drive away. It was unutterably troubling to watch Francine waving a handkerchief merrily from her window as if she merely were going on a holiday and would be back soon.

“But if she isn’t in her right mind …” I said quietly.

It was Robbie’s father who said, “In order to prove that beyond a shadow of a doubt and remove her freedom to self-determine, it would all have to come out Fel … her family history, her addiction, the baby … all of it.”

“Everyone already knows all that at this point.”

He shook his head kindly but firmly and said, “No my Dear, people may suspect but they do not know for certain and this is not something people will attack without extreme caution. Many of us witness to the truth are forbidden by our oaths from speaking of it and many others will not out of loyalty and good taste. Others will simply assume but they won’t openly accuse for fear of it rebounding onto them. No family is without its eccentrics and some … shall we say … are more eccentric than others. It could start a witch hunt and the truly innocent would be hurt.” Seeing that I was still stubbornly clinging to the idea of airing the laundry in public whether it was dirty or not he added, “If it comes to that Fel, Cor might even be blamed for not seeing the signs before now. You could be blamed for taking advantage of Francine’s weakness to insert yourself into a position of greater authority. Rob and Winnie’s names could get dragged through the mud and his career ruined.”

I could give a flying turnip whether someone tried to blame me or not, part of me did feel guilty; but I was less sanguine about the idea of others being made the object of scorn. Doubly upset I asked, “So it all just gets swept under the rug and Cor is left holding the bag? Again? Isn’t that what people did to him before with his Da? What kind of justice is that for him? And what of justice for that wee babe that was planted, forever to only be known as Daughter? Is she to bear the debt alone because her Ma was a broken minded soul?”

No one would look me in the eye and I was disgusted. Part of me understood but at the same time part of me had a hard time dealing with the cowardice of it all. I snarled, “Hang your civilized society. It is getting exactly what it deserves. Maybe the Outlands are a good place to die but Kipling seems that it is a hard place to live.”

I turned and entered the house knowing what needed to be done. When Topher went to follow me I stopped him at the bottom of the stairs. “Not this time. I’m not sure if Cor will understand but he has the right to know what is going on in his own house.”

The boy shrugged his thin shoulders. “Then I’ll follow yer half way. The Mister always done me good and never turned me out when he could have. I won’t repay him by running just ‘cause he be troubled.”

I agreed to the compromise and then walked the rest of the way to Cor’s room alone after leaving Topher on the upper landing. Lollie was sitting with Cor and came over as I entered. “Is it finished?” she asked quietly.

I nodded. “The first part of it is.”

She patted my arm and then sensing my purpose told me, “He already knows. She came and told him, supposedly didn’t want him to make a scene and try and stop her.”

I shook my head. “And exactly how was he supposed to, him all bandaged up and barely livin’ like he is?”

Lollie shrugged. “Miss Francie never was one to make much sense. We accepted her for Cor’s sake but truth be told she never fit in here. You’ve always been much more to our liking.”

I was flummoxed but refused to show it. Already people were changing their tune to suit the memories they wished to keep. I’d seen it before as the survivors of the feud that took my family disremembered evil deeds they’d done and battles lost, and praised those that they won as being greater than they were until they came to believe it their own lies. During one of our many lessons Da had called it rewriting history to make it more comfortable to live with. I wasn’t sure where it would leave me in their eyes but I had no taste for being put on a pedestal.

I asked Lollie if it was OK that I gave her a break. “Hmmm, don’t mind if I do. Ring the bell to beat all if you think he is in trouble and we’ll come running.”

Quietly I sat in the chair next to the bed. A gruff voice startled me from saying what I had meant to. “She gone?”

“Uh …”

“Lollie … is Lollie gone?”

I cleared my throat and said, “Yes. I’m sure she just stepped out for a moment. Do you want me to fetch her?” I was afraid he didn’t want me around and it hurt to think it.

“No,” he sighed. He tried to sit up and I jumped to stop him from moving.

“No you don’t. You’ve got a fearsome wound in your side Cor. You move too much and you’ll split it open again.”

He groaned. “My throat’s dry and full of sand.”

I spooned a bit of water into his mouth, doing it slowly to keep from choking him. He raised his hand and put it on my arm and I froze. “Has she left?”

This time I knew the “she” he was referring to. “So Lollie was right and she told you.”

“Some of it I even remember. You tell me the rest.”

His voice was dead. It tore at me but I told him … the whole truth of it. He was a man and deserved to be treated as one and not like a child to be managed. “I tried to stop her Cor. I tried. I just don’t know what else I could have done with her family and yours standing against me.”

“You did what you could,” he said quietly. “Francine … didn’t want to stay.” I wanted to comfort him but I had no idea how to take the sting away from all the pains he must be feeling. He turned his face away and said in the same dead voice, “I’m going to sleep now.”

Each day I sat with him for a while in the afternoon. Sometimes he was awake but mostly he slept, slipping in and out of the fever that seemed to be sucking the life out of him. Eventually everyone began to leave, being called away to other emergencies. Out battle with the raiders had taken the head off the snake but it still thrashed yet, unaware that it was dead.

Even Docia eventually left but not before delivering wonderful news. “I hadn’t wanted to tell you and make you feel bad. It seemed cruel.”

“Oh Docia, I don’t expect you to turn away from your own happiness – yours and Robbie’s – just because my life is in the manure heap. If anything your happiness gives me hope that this world will keep turning.”

Docia was four months along and happy as a lark. She was the last of my sisters to get caught with child. Hannah and Nel are both expecting. Daphne has already had her child and is working on her next one. Docia says if her Lem’s mother crows any louder somebody is going to wring her neck. The others were all in various stages of pregnancy or nursing. With Docia I think it was just a matter of Robbie travelling so much as first and being so careful of her, but they seem to have settled down into a fine couple, one that can play as well as be serious.

Was I jealous? A bit. But I had vowed to put off the fairy stories and simply accept what came my way in life. Pretending did no good. Yes, I still love Cor but he is so hurt – in body, mind, and spirit – that I cannot force myself upon him. In a way that would be as wrong as what Francine has done to him and I would never know if he would have chosen that path if he had been given his way.

Besides my days became as full as they ever had. April was turning May and May would soon be June and the harvest would start again. The long winter and wet spring had forced our fields to be planted later and everyone was in a rush to catch up. And because of the raider attacks plenty of families needed help to get it done. The village and farms came together and helped one another. Boys were brought up into men’s positions to replace those that had been lost to injury and death.

Because of his experience Topher was called on to help with patrols and spent a good part of every day in the saddle with the Captain and his trusted lieutenants; but he always had time for me though life had taken away the little boy that had been left in him. There was no more tramping through the woods, carefree and light for either one of us because our responsibilities lay like a heavy mantle across our shoulders. I was still the one he came to when he hurt. I was still the one that played mother. But he was turned eleven and it was in the time of life when a boy begins to need a man’s company far more than a nurse maid’s.

I made a point of bringing reports to Cor every day. He was healing but it was a slow process and I didn’t want him to feel left out of all the hustle and bustle going on on the estate. Sometimes he would respond with interest and sometimes he would stare blankly out the window. The blank days usually meant he was in pain or the fever was trying to return or memories held him tight. Once I’d caught him with a scrap of fabric in his hands and I realized it was one of Francine’s fancy handkerchiefs. I know he still loved her and at least part of him always would but still it pinched a bit. Didn’t he see me standing right there?

Then I realized I was asking too much too soon. He’d lost so much weight that he reminded me of a prisoner long held in some dungeon. I went back to treat him sisterly simply because it made it easier on me and seemed to cause him less trouble. His emotions ran so close to the surface but he reined them so tightly it was painful to look at. I almost wished for the snapping growling man he used to be.

When he was feeling particularly blue and refusing to communicate in much more than a grunt I would drag a chair to the window, put a pillow in it and then tell him he was needing some fresh air. We’d only fought about it once and I’d been the unequivocal winner … so now when I said he needed fresh air he went with apparent willingness though not always with good grace.

A few more weeks passed and the first pods of the garden peas made a dainty addition to the evening meal when Cor started coming to the dinner table once again. He seemed to feel ill at ease so I asked Mrs. Wiley’s helpers to take the leaves out of the table to make it smaller so it would feel like we were all sitting so far apart. “Ridiculous to have the thing as long as a banquet table,” I muttered. As further excuse I said, “We’ll have less to clean by using the short linens on the table as well.”

Winnie smiled and nodded. “A good idea. The less ironing the better. With Rachel toddling around I get positively green unless I am able to do it while she naps and even then I rushed so fast the other day I nearly ironed my own hand.” She held up a blistered finger to make her point.

We were midway into the meal and Cor was starting to lose steam. He stopped eating all together when the Captain said, “Cor my boy, when do you want to leave for the festival?”

Cor’s fork snapped down in his plate and so did his voice when he said, “Uncle Rob, I told you I have no interest in going.”

“You didn’t attend last year either.”

“Last year …” I could tell Cor was angry but I could also see it was draining him.

I broke in and asked, “Why would Cor want to attend this festival? It’s not like I’ve seen anyone go out of their way to come visit him here.”

The Captain and Cor both were caught with their mouths open. Winnie chuckled. “Trust you to strike at the heart of the matter Fel.” She cocked an eyebrow at the Captain who noisily cleared his throat and pretended not to notice.

Cor sighed and then closed his eyes briefly before answering. “It’s expected.”

“Oh, well if that’s all tell ‘em to shove their expectations sideways.”

The Captain was in mid-swallow of his evening glass of whiskey and my comment redirected it down the wrong pipe for some reason. Winnie jumped up and ran to his side and started pounding him on the back trilling a delighted laugh. Even Cor tried to hide a small smile.

The Captain finally gasped and harrumphed himself clear. His eyes were still watering when he tried to pierce me with their gaze and said, “If it was that easy I would tell them myself.”

“But?” I asked.

I looked at all three but it was Cor who looked the most uncomfortable. However it was him that finally explained. “I never … presented you.”

“Excuse me?”

He sighed tiredly and rushed on. “I never presented you to the First Families Council.”

“Then what was all that foolishness last summer? Just a different type of waste of time?”

He nodded. “Basically.”

Winnie took up the challenge this time. “Cor, this year is different from last and regardless of whether we’ve all been dancing around it we know it to be the truth. The Lathrops aren’t the only family that looks with envy at the Corman estate, especially not now that the true state of affairs is leaking out. We must show a strong and united front. Especially as not all of the debts have been paid.”

Cor, weak or not, could still slam his fist down enough to make the tableware jump. “Don’t you think I know that?! I …” He went to stand up but it didn’t go quite as he planned and he stumbled.

I rushed around to give him a shoulder to balance with and as soon as his feet were back in under him solidly I said, “Enough of this. Will someone explain it simply so I can understand why we should subject ourselves to a bunch of snobs that would seem to be happy, despite what purpose they brought me here for, for us to fail or at the very least look like fools?”
 

Rabbit

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Poor Fel. Is she getting ready to be stomped on again? Poor Cor, his perfect world is shattered. Oh yeah, he must have "disremembered" that his perfect world wasn't so perfect or nearly so secure.

Kathy are you sure you were never an all star pitcher? You sure do throw a lot of curve balls. What in the world is going to happen next? More please.
 

juco

Veteran Member
I would pay good money to see this at the movies. Can you imagine the scene with the raiders?

What Rabbit said, Moar Please!
 

seraphima

Veteran Member
Fel always sees things with a fresh perspective. Heh, heh.
Sooner or later, it is going to occur to both Fel and Cor that he only has ONE wife, and Fel is it. Sure is taking them a while! At some point Fel and Cor will have to take their rightful places on the Council, also. Bet they don't have many berserker warrior princesses from the Outlands on that Council! heh, heh, heh...
 

MrsClaus

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I F5 this page and then F5 the local radar image. I want moar. Kathy, what do you want? Brownies, cookies, cheesecake, a cook, a maid?

Very well written. I can only hope to write half as well as you do.
 

ejagno

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I F5 this page and then F5 the local radar image. I want moar. Kathy, what do you want? Brownies, cookies, cheesecake, a cook, a maid?

Very well written. I can only hope to write half as well as you do.

LOL, I was just thinking that she really shouldn't need more than a couple of hours of sleep per night. Hahahaha! Just kidding.
 

Kathy in FL

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Had another chapter left in me so I'll toss it out there.

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Chapter 57

I watched Cor for signs of pain but it only caused him to get angry. “I already had a mother,” he snapped. “I don’t need another one. Stop fussing.”

Then we hit a bump and he cursed nearly as creatively as the old Headman could when something would knock his gouty foot. When Cor finished I asked, “Not even to wash your mouth out for you?”

He threw me a look that would have scorched water but I remained calm and unaffected by his roasting glance. Topher snickered at “the Mister” being stared down but when Cor turned his look on the boy, the boy was smart enough to scramble out the window and sit with the men riding up top on top of the carriage we were traveling in.

I shook my head. “Topher didn’t mean any harm. He’s just excited about going to the fort for the first time in his life.”

Cor crossed his arms and sighed. “You spoil him.”

I shook my head. “Not really, I don’t have the chance. I don’t see him near as much as before he was taken. He grew up so fast.”

“Oh for the love of … the boy’s just eleven years old,” Cor said irritably.

Getting a little testy myself I told him, “And doing a man’s work helping with the patrols and such.”

Cor snapped, “Because you taught him what to look for.”

I snapped back, “Was I supposed to leave him ignorant of how to defend himself? Or let my Da’s skills die with me?”

Cor opened his mouth but we hit another hole and we both pitched forward onto the floor. “Are they trying to kill us?!” Cor asked irritated while we tried to untangle from one another. The absurdity finally caught up with me I tried not to laugh. When he noticed he asked, “Enjoy being pitched around like a child’s toy do you?!”

I chuffed a laugh as we righted ourselves and regained our seats. “Oh settle down. I know it’s uncomfortable but it’s just the road’s in bad shape. If they didn’t insist on treating us like we were important we would be riding horses like sensible people do in these conditions. Instead we’re being taken care of like royalty.”

Cor reached over and brushed some dirt off the sleeve of the blouse I was wearing, just one of several new ones that Winnie and Mrs. Wiley insisted I have. Cor asked more calmly than he had to date, “What are you smiling at now?”

“Just remembering Winnie’s look when I asked her exactly why I needed more clothes than I already have. I wish you could have seen it, she looked like she’d just taken a big swig of vinegar. And I still say it is like trying to teach a pig to use coloring pots to tot me out like this. What on earth am I going to need all these changes for?”

He shook his head. “I should have thought of it myself. Francine always …”

He clamped his mouth shut and looked out the window. I sighed and changed seats to sit beside him. Putting my hand on his forearm I told him carefully, “Cor, you can’t keep avoiding her name. You love her. You likely always will. Stop fighting it and just accept it. I’m so sorry you didn’t have your happily ever after but you can’t go on torturing yourself like this forever.”

Carefully he said, “Winnie said you would … would find it insulting if I mentioned her name.”

I blinked. “That has to be the first lame-brained thing I have ever heard that woman utter.” At his surprised look I told him, “No one has the right to ask you to give up your memories. Your dreams might have to change but that doesn’t mean you should forget the good times that created them.”

He looked at me sharply. “You don’t care if I love Francine?”

I shook my head. “I’d be surprised if you still didn’t; you’ve known and loved her most of your life. Who am I to tell you who you can and can’t have feelings for?” After a moment of thought I added, “Besides, I’m sure the subject of Francine is bound to come up – people trying to be kind, people being curious, and some likely being nasty – and we’d best prepare ourselves and have an answer handy.”

He relaxed. “You’ll do fine, probably better than she did at her presentation. She was nervous and terrified of what people would think of her. You could care less what they think of you and will likely be bored to tears with all of their airs and ways.”

I snorted a laugh. “You know how strange that sounds? I still don’t understand the whole presentation thing. But if it will get those loobies off our case and show them they’ll get more than they bargain for if they come after us or our people I suppose I can put up with the strange starts of this flaming First Families crowd of yours for a few days … but no longer than a week mind you. There’s a lot of work I’ve left behind to show off this council of yours.”

I leaned back and watched the scenery go by and remembered the conversation that night at dinner when I first heard of the festival. It was the Captain who described it best. “There are games and competitions and dances and other entertainment but the most important portion of the entire thing is the meet and greet between the families. Think of yourself like a heifer on the auction block. By selling yourself to the crowd and by showing your own value you are also setting the estate’s value. Weak leadership means a weak estate. A weak estate puts blood in the air for the predators to sense. The opposite is also true. Strong leadership assumes a strong estate. A strong estate earns respect. Respect keeps the predators at bay. The festival is where the start of contracts and marriages between families begin, where the young women are shown to their best advantage and the men try and catch their attention.”

As soon as I saw it I asked in absolute exasperation, “Are you sitting there telling me this festival of yours is nothing more than a great big pecking order party where all the roosters go to strut and mount the hens?!”

Winnie wound up getting the giggles so bad she had to leave the table and go tend to Rachel. Cor tried not to but he finally smiled reluctantly and the Captain pinched the bridge of his nose. Sighing he finally answered, “I would not put it in quite those terms but yes, for all intents and purposes I suppose that is a true enough description.”

A sudden weight against my shoulder drew me from my reverie and I turned to see that Cor had fallen into a dose and slid against me. I suppose I should have pushed him back but I decided to indulge in a momentary fantasy and imagined that things were better between us than they were.

Hearing him mention Francine had startled me. It was like a prick to my heart to know he still had such deep feelings for her; but, at the same time I knew he would not be the man I fell in love with if he could simply fall out of love with Francine so quickly … or at all.

I worried about him. Neither his appetite nor his health had fully come back yet. He tired often and still napped every day, sometimes twice. He bruised so easily that even a small tap could end up looking like a hammer blow. Even now if he overdoes it he’ll run a slight fever. The infection that had kept him from healing for so long has depleted all of his reserves and Lollie has warned us that a minor cold could set him back weeks if he isn’t careful. I know it irks him to be so weak. What man would it not? I ignore it when I can for his sake but sometimes it is simply a reality that we must deal with and I hate the way it shames him.

I noticed he was drawing his arms up to his chest like he was cold despite the heat of the day. I used my foot to draw the blanket from the other seat but before I had finished draping it across his lap he put his hand on mine. “Thank you,” he said in a voice thick with fatigue.

I knew he was awake though the fact that he didn’t move made me feel as warm as he was chilled. Quietly Cor said, “They’ll … they’ll have us in the same room Fel. We’ll … we’ll have to appear …”

Just as quietly so as not to break the partnership, brief though it might be, I told him, “Let ‘em think what they like. If it bothers you …”

A moment of silence and then he said, “It doesn’t bother me.”

I swallowed, “Then there’s naught to worry on.”

“You sure?” he persisted.

“I wouldn’t lie to you Cor,” I assured him.

He sighed and then went fully back to sleep leaving me to think. It was so seldom that anything came close to being what it used to be. I knew this wouldn’t last. He’d start remembering and blaming himself and feeling ashamed and we’d be back to square one all over again.

Too many people have good intentions where Cor and I are concerned. If I hear “Just have patience, he’ll come around” from one more well-meaning person I’ll likely do some damage to something. People want happy endings; it is almost like they need happy endings … especially for those they care about. I’m not so foolish, I know happily ever after happens a lot less than people want to believe. I’m not so sure my fantasies will ever be reality.

My own guilt over the situation has subsided. I’ve searched and searched my heart and know I never meant Francine any real ill will. She was never my friend but I never truly counted her an enemy. I did what I could to make her life easier without turning into her lap dog. I even compromised my own code of ethics to do it. I cared for her at all stages as much as she would let me, and a little beyond that when necessary. But she still chose her path, though whether or not she is fully accountable for it I’ll have to leave to God to determine.

Lord knows she’s beyond my help now. Hazel writes to me for some reason. I always write back and try and keep it light but I think perhaps in some way I have made Hazel regret the path she walked. I hope she is not unhappy and if it eases her to vicariously live her life over through me then I see no harm in it so long as she doesn’t try to meddle. And she sends news of Francine … news that is not always happy.

Francine has discovered that though she will be a wife to Elder Lathrop, it will be in name only. She cried and cried over that, asking why she was being punished, asking what she had done to deserve such a fate. Hazel says it is as if Francine has forgotten her baby and that she appeared to be forgetting her marriage to Cor completely. I wondered whether to tell him about this, whether it would hurt or relieve some of his guilt, but then the Captain let slip that Elder Lathrop was keeping Cor abreast of things. Some of it a legal necessity but part of me wonders if he needed to share quite so much. But I can’t ask him.

Cor and I never talk the way we once did. I miss it. My life is less interesting because of it. Who do I remember the strange scraps of paper I found as I dug through the rubble of old Saburbia? The Captain would think I was cracked and Winnie has no time between tending the Captain and tending Rachel. Who does that leave? The animals that come to Tumbler’s Spring to drink? The cows in the barn as I sit and milk? I’m not comfortable sharing my past with anyone else. It took a lot to trust it with Cor, I don’t think I have anything left that would let me feel the same with anyone else. I’ll confess, I feel as lonely as I did before Cor and I discovered we could be friends.

I think I could live with it all if we could just be friends again. I’m not sure that will ever happen. Cor’s pain has chewed at him so that I worry that by the time he can put himself back together there will be no place for me amongst the pieces.

I have to be prepared for that but it leaves my life so uncertain. And I grow tired of that. Tired of wondering if I’ll be around tomorrow to see any fruit from what I do today. If he would just look at me … see me … without the guilt in his eyes. If I could just feel a little secure, a little hope. Perhaps if I just show these people that I’m good enough … maybe not good but certainly good enough … to have a place, things will get better and we can find something even if it isn’t what it was before.
 

ejagno

Veteran Member
See, she really doesn't sleep. LOL My heart aches for Fel as she realizes that her life and dreams are all contingent upon others opinions at this moment. Great chapter!
 

Jeepcats 3

Contributing Member
Sad chapter, does someone from Fels father's family show up at the Festival?
What ever happened with the Captain knowing of Dover?
Did he ever send a message to Dover about Fels family?
Does Fels ever get a choice in her future?
Thanks for the new chapter!

Jeepcats3
 

Rabbit

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Yep, this is a sad chapter. And now Fel is basically on her own to impress the snob crowd and she is out of her element. Hopefully she will get to see her sisters, and just by being there she may spark some interest from some of the unattached men. Wonder if that will rattle Cor's cage, because Cor's cage needs to be rattled.

Please Kathy more.
 

robb1313

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Kathy,

THANKS! You're stories are WONDERFUL -- I'm hoping you realize the thousands of hours of entertainment and enjoyment you provide to all of us....
 

wab54

Veteran Member
I was wondering.................

If this is a "community coming out party" and all the brides and such will be there, will Francine and her "new" husband be there also?


WAB
 

sssarawolf

Has No Life - Lives on TB
I was wondering.................

If this is a "community coming out party" and all the brides and such will be there, will Francine and her "new" husband be there also?

WAB

I was kinda wondering that myself, and how much poison Francine was going to try and spread.
 

Hickory7

Senior Member
and just by being there she may spark some interest from some of the unattached men. Wonder if that will rattle Cor's cage, because Cor's cage needs to be rattled.

This is what I was hoping for. Maybe Cor's boyhood friend that was asking her questions will do so again.
 

Rabbit

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Boy howdy if Francine shows up, but hasn't she been pretty well permanently delegated to the "attic" so to speak?
 

juco

Veteran Member
Boy howdy if Francine shows up, but hasn't she been pretty well permanently delegated to the "attic" so to speak?

Maybe, but she is a 'new bride' too, in a manner of speaking, isn't she? I can just imagine the fits she would throw if the Elder and his other wives went and she were left home.
 

juco

Veteran Member
People want happy endings; it is almost like they need happy endings …

True enough. But sometimes 'good enough' is the best you can do and that's ok too.
 

Kathy in FL

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Chapter 58

I am sooooo ready to leave this place. There have been moments of fun but for the most part it has been like a visit to the witch doctor to have a poisoned tooth yanked and they had to do it twice because the first time they only got half the tooth.

I swear there are some useless people in the world. Da used to tell me of the time before the Dark Days when people could lay around letting machines do things for them, or letting them go undone and they didn’t have to worry because eventually someone else would come along and do it for them. It was a time when food came from boxes and was cooked fast in boxes and that there was so much of it you could grow fat and no one would notice because nearly everyone looked like that. Where you could be fat because there were only a few monsters you had to run from; and where if you did run no one worried about winning because no one was allowed to lose. Where the government would pay for your care when you didn’t have enough sense to stop smoking the peyote or drinking the shine to feed yourself and care for your children. Where prisoners had playtime nearly all day long and workers had hardly any play time at all because they were working to pay for the prisoners’ life of ease. Where stuff was more important than your family and families could be separated and no one seemed to care as everyone was always trying to get away from where they came from.

I can’t even imagine living such a purposeless life in such a purposeless time. Where’s the challenge in it? Where’s the reward? And what would you do with all of that extra time? For that matter how would you learn to appreciate good times if both good times and bad looked the same?

We had ceremonies and feasts where I grew up and I know there’s nothing wrong with that. I even admit that a day or two of fun and games would have been nice, but this festival has been going on a week and has another to go and the “fun” is no longer fun but tedious repetition. How many times can you stuff your face with too much food and drink and still expect to be respected by your neighbors when they know your people struggle to put meat on their tables? How often can you brag about some accomplishment or other when everyone knows that it is in reality not you but your people that do all of the work? How many suits of clothes can you wear with pride while the people on your estate struggle to find enough cloth to cover their babies’ bottoms?

Those are the families that disgust me. I suppose I must be honest and say there are only a few that are that bad but they seem to have such an outsized presence. And the young unattached males from those families go beyond annoying to be a menace. I flat out refused to go to one function which caused me to get in an argument with the Captain, Winnie, and Cor.

When they asked me why I was being so stubborn about it I finally lost it. “Because I am tired of having to be even more careful of my person than I was back in the place I came from!”

Cor’s head jerked around from where he’d been pouring himself a drink and said, “What?!”

“You heard me and don’t act so surprised! Just because you could care less what other men think they can get away with me doesn’t mean that I appreciate their attentions! I can’t stand it!” I was in such a mood I was pacing around the room. “You go off and talk with real men in your closed meetings where you do nothing more than jabber and test each estate’s liquor and tobacco while I get stuck trying to avoid that bag full of puppies that passes for the younger ones. My sisters don’t have to put up with that nonsense. Why do I?!”

I had let the fact that Cor didn’t seem to need my company hurt more than it should have. I had tried to live with it, and I could have if we had stayed at the estate; but, living with it and trying to not beat the heads in of those men that went out of their way to annoy me was faced getting out of my reach.

“Who is bothering you Dear?” Winnie asked. “I’ll speak to their mothers.”

I rolled my eyes. “And they are supposed to be men when you have to speak to their mothers about keeping their hands out of the cookie jar?!”

The Captain smirked and I told him, “Oh yes, you can laugh. You’re not the one forever having to walk through a crowd like you have the palsy just to avoid all the unwanted touching. I leave these blasted get-togethers feeling like I need to scrub with strong lye in the hottest tub of water I can stand!”

The Captain then laughed with a loud “Hah! They don’t seem quite so eager since you bloodied Turlington’s nose with your elbow.”

“Yes well,” I said grudgingly. “It is what he gets for literally trying to show me how his male hounds greet one another. Just because his dogs are praised for their strength and speed doesn’t mean he has to go around mimicking them. He certainly doesn’t have their smarts. The idiot.”

Cor had been silent since his first question as I looped passed him in another tromp around the room he grabbed my arm and I realized it was anger that had held his tongue. “Why did you not say something before this? Do you think I am too weak to defend you?”

Struck by what a stupid question that was I told him, “Don’t be a looby, even in your state you’d skewer most of those nitwits with one toss of your bowie. Which reminds me I don’t see why you get to carry your blade when I have to leave my blade in our room. It’s not f…”

I stopped myself just in time and sealed my lips but Cor’s temper had evaporated for some reason and his lips started to twitch. “You didn’t nearly say the word fair did you?”

I jerked my arm away, stuck out my tongue and turned my back to him and tried to walk away but he pulled me back. “You leave your blade in the room because you would have skinned the … uh … bag full of puppies by now for a new coat. And I am sure there are several mothers grateful that you have not.” More seriously he asked, “Fel, why haven’t you said something before now? Why let it come to this?”

Frustrated I said, “Because I am trying to fit in to your infernal society. Because it looks like this is the way everyone expects it to be. But now I’m finding I will never fit in and I’ve lost all patience. Work is piling up on the estate. I have lists and lists of things that need doing. I’m missing the first harvests and going with the children into the forest to pick berries. I’m missing the strawberries!”

I felt like stomping my feet and it must have shown. The Captain and Winnie quietly left the room and I strained away from Cor’s hand that was still holding my arm. “Fel, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was such a struggle for you.”

He finally released me and I put some space between us. “You know my Da was only able to part way civilize me. I’m all thumbs at these parties. These clothes are uncomfortable. The talk where I am seated is boring. I have no desire to get to know these flibberty gibbets I’m expected to charm and impress. I want to play in the games Cor … throwing, archery, even the wrestling. I want to be free to talk to people that interest me and not just those that seem to have no more than air between their ears. I can’t even go in the library and look at the books there because you men have taken it over like a private study.”

“You’re bored,” he said.

Turning to him I nearly yelled, “I’m half crazed with the waste of it all! The time, the coin, the energy, all of it! What is the purpose to it?! I’ll never be good enough, I’m tired of being laughed at and treated strange, I’m tired of the snide and nasty comments hidden between lines of talk. I don’t want to be here anymore! I want to go home!!”

“Home?” he asked quietly.

“Fine, if you want it that way … I want to go to your home. I want to go back to the cabin where even if I have nothing else I have some peace!”

He had followed me across the room and said quietly. “That’s not what I mean Fel. Of course the estate is your home now. I’m … I’m just glad you can call it that.”

“Then let’s go Cor ... let’s just leave all this … this … gaaahhh … I don’t even know what to call it.”

Quietly he asked, “What is it really? Is it having Hazel here?”

“What? No. No, she’s nice. Besides she spends all of her time with the older women trading recipes and woes about having too many sons. I’ve already told you, I don’t mind that you still love Francine and I don’t mind the reminders of it. Nobody has the right to …”

“Yes, you have said that a few times,” he said with a sigh. “I still prefer not to have it thrown in my face as some are doing.”

“Tell me who and I’ll …”

He snorted and said, “And that’s precisely why I ignore it so it doesn’t upset you.”

“What upsets me is if they are upsetting you otherwise it doesn’t bother me in the least.” It was a small lie but one I could live with.

“Then if it isn’t Hazel is … is it … Luke?”

I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of his question. “And he’s got to be the biggest puppy of them all. The only difference is that he has manners and knows I’ll break his hands if they wander where they aren’t welcome. I think I’ve thrown him off by putting him on the scent of Lem’s cousin. I know she’s a little cross eyed but given that he’s not exactly an Adonis they should match pretty well.”

I’d caught him off guard and he gave a great bellow of laughter and then grabbed his side. “Cor?!”

“No … no I’m fine,” he gasped. After regaining his composure he said, “Oh Fel … I’d leave this place tonight if I could but the truth is I do still owe a few debts and I need to make the contracts that I am negotiating; without them it could be another few years before I can finish getting the estate out from under the burdern. The interest will compound and kill us if I’m not careful. As it is the raiders have crashed too many of my plans … and the other things that have happened …” He shook his head; he always talked around the situation, never about it directly. “If it isn’t Hazel … or Luke … what is it?”

“I’ve already told you what it is. And I just hate feeling stupid.” I turned my head away so he couldn’t see just how much I hated it.

“You aren’t stupid.”

“Says you. You aren’t the one always having to watch what comes out of your mouth for fear you’re gonna cause someone to faint … or at least act like they’re going to. I swear life here in Kipling is so different from what I grew up with. And these people …”

“Fel listen to me. They’re just trying to test you and putting on airs. Ignore them.”

I growled, “That’s what I’m doing! But I’m getting fed up and if they don’t smarten up and leave me alone …” I left it hanging because we both knew I had a short string. “I’ll be good Cor … I just can’t stand the idea that I’m embarrassing you and the others that are counting on me to make something of this ridiculous muck up.”

He shook his head and said, “You don’t embarrass me Fel, quite the opposite.”

I blinked like an owl in the sunlight. “Huh?”

He smiled and for the first time in a long time the kindness I knew him to possess peeped out at me. “I said you don’t embarrass me. If anything you should be embarrassed of me. I’m a mess Fel and barely fit company for anyone much less you … after all you’ve been through, after all you’ve put up with …”

I wasn’t sure what to do so I poked him. Hard. With my finger right in his chest.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“For being a looby. I’m not ashamed of you. You earned your bumps and bruises trying to save the estate not falling out of a rocking chair where you were lazing away.”

I have a feeling if my hair had been in braids he would have tugged one but the mess was all piled on my head since I was supposed to be pretending I was a fine lady of the estate. “And who was it that really saved the estate by killing the snake?” he asked.

I had my own issues I suppose and accepting that was one of them. “So I did but not because that’s what I set out to do Cor. And that one act is not what saved the estate but all the acts by all the people, including you, that came before it. I … I lost my mind there for a bit after I saw you fall. It was like losing my family all over again. I’ve accepted it but it isn’t anything I’m proud of and I’d … I’d prefer others not to know of it.” In a very quiet voice I added, “Please.”

“I won’t say anything so long as you promise to believe that I’m not ashamed of what you did … or of you.”

I looked at him from beneath my lashes. “That’s fair close to blackmail.”

With an exaggerated look of innocence he said, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I sighed, “It’s really important that I come to this flaming dinner?”

Cor gave me another kind look. “I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t. We have to show a united front.”

I sighed. “Yeah, yeah. We’re the biggest, strongest, baddest little estate in Kipling.”

He chuckled, “Exactly. Besides, I’ve heard there will be news about the raiders shared by one of Uncle Rob’s friends that is in charge of the Kipling militia. If you truly wish it, you can come to the library with me after dinner, some of the … the wives … do.” He gulped and then continued, “And Docia said there is to be a surprise tonight as well.”

“Oh glory … tell me she didn’t really say a surprise,” I moaned.

“She did. Why?”

“Never mind, you’ll see soon enough. Just keep in mind that you said I wasn’t an embarrassment to you.”
 
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