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Smooth Sailing - Norman Garrow - 06-19-2023
Sunday afternoon in the Garrow household, the Lord's day. Befitting that divine example, no work was done rather the Garrow family gathered around fresh pots of tea and plates of light sandwiches to acquaint eachother with the recent events in their respectable lives. The sitting room was modest in size, but decorated in rich colours and warm wood furnitures. The loudest noise, at present, was the clock, dutifully chiming it's constant orbit around the dial.
Norman felt compelled to fill the silence with a subject he was usually much taken with. Boats. "So, I hear Whitby Shipping is purchasing a one-thousand tonner from Rottedam for a new route."
"It'll sink. The best ships are from Haarland and Wolfe, every one knows that."
"Well, anyway, they're also expanding their rolls. I was thinking of signing on,"
A snort of derision erupted from behind the fully extended broadsheet newspaper. "You, in a boat? Nonsense Norman, you got sea sick in the bath tub!" The paper ruffled only slightly.
"I don't get seasick in bathtubs anymore, father!" Norman replied, fully aware of what he had been doing in bathtubs of late. "The would be for office staff. Pay, supplies, and the like."
"Oh you did ever so love your darling little boats." a cheery female voice floated across the room.
RE: Smooth Sailing - Lailani MacKenzie - 06-24-2023
Lailani felt fine until she had knocked on that damn door. Adorned in a respectable amount of jewelry that twinkled in what felt like the tortuous beam of daylight. Earlier Lailani might have said the day looked marvelous, but that had been before she had been on her way to the Garrow household. It dawned on the noble woman of pacific and scottish heritage of the specificness of her inviting herself. This was not like when she invited herself upon her own friends, family, and strangers.. these were.. Normans relatives.. of which she had no idea about other than what Norman told her.
The sun felt scorching as the young woman waited for what felt like an eternity after having knocked. The reality? It had probably only taken Normans mother a couple of minutes to answer the door. While Lailani felt damp and sweaty in the most unpleasant way possible in her newest outfit, purposely chosen to draw on Lailani’s own self notion that she can be exciting, respectable, unique, and beautiful. Lailani had been in the midst of wiping her forehead of a bead of sweat when the front door opened and the Hawaiian gracefully moved the wiping motion of her forehead into the best graceful wave she could muster.
Lailani curtsied and said loudly hoping to catch her fiancées ear from where she was at the front door. “Aloha Mrs. Garrow, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, I am Lady Lailani MacKenzie” She curtsied as she spoke with a little bow of her head before gracefully conforming her body into a upright posture, forcing her eyes to look the woman in the eye despite their urge to look away. Lailani became increasingly aware of the the sweat running from under her arms, fortunately it was only visible to nervous Hawaiians in the local area.