02-18-2022, 11:58 PM
She smiled hearing his laughter. She had missed hearing such sounds of joy or happiness. The doctors and nurses at the various hospitals were so serious for the most part, and the gentle friendlier (not many of these) nurses had been quiet. The patients and their families were even quieter with the few exceptions being of sounds of crying or calling out for help.
The time she had spent outside of her appointments had been in homes of friends of the family or fancy hotels. The people mainly there had been those with refined behaviors. She had enjoyed getting to know the nuns nearby that had a piano as they had been friendly. Quiet yes, but outside of worshipping back at the nunnery, they were happy ladies that laughed.
There had been various ladies from all sorts of backgrounds. Some had been common folk and others more refined, but there they were sisters and cared about each other. She didn't know if all such places were like that, but that one had been so. She had started having her maid roll her over there as often as she could, so much in fact that her parents had started thinking she was thinking of converting to become a nun. Though when they found out from the maid that she was playing on their piano, they understood and were much more relieved.
Since returning back home and not many laughed around her. So, this with Cheri was a joy. She responded to his comment. "At school mainly the standards and classics. Though my mother has an enjoyment of Gilbert and Sullivan, Offenbach, and the like, so I learned them to play them with her and then for her when she is sewing." She smiled.
His next statements and question had her pause. Rubbing her lips together, as she thought about it, she was torn. A proper young lady would not even consider such an idea. Her parents would be shocked and definitely say she should not even be considering it. However, it had caught her curiosity.
She glanced at the maid and got a frown from that quarter. She gave a wave of her hand toward her maid as to say you are bad as my mother would be. Jane ran her fingers over the pearls considering to think. Her parents have encouraged her to get around people more often, and out of the house as well.
She looked to Cheri. "Where would this be?"
She was not sure yet, but that of course would make a difference. The chair had to be able to get there, for one. For two, it could not be in a place to make it seem she is seeing a man privately. It was one thing to not be fit for a suitable husband due to her accident, but she did not plan to ruin herself in the view of society. Then she gave a wry glance at her legs. What was worse, having people pity for her or people seeing that she could have an active life even with legs that don't work?
The time she had spent outside of her appointments had been in homes of friends of the family or fancy hotels. The people mainly there had been those with refined behaviors. She had enjoyed getting to know the nuns nearby that had a piano as they had been friendly. Quiet yes, but outside of worshipping back at the nunnery, they were happy ladies that laughed.
There had been various ladies from all sorts of backgrounds. Some had been common folk and others more refined, but there they were sisters and cared about each other. She didn't know if all such places were like that, but that one had been so. She had started having her maid roll her over there as often as she could, so much in fact that her parents had started thinking she was thinking of converting to become a nun. Though when they found out from the maid that she was playing on their piano, they understood and were much more relieved.
Since returning back home and not many laughed around her. So, this with Cheri was a joy. She responded to his comment. "At school mainly the standards and classics. Though my mother has an enjoyment of Gilbert and Sullivan, Offenbach, and the like, so I learned them to play them with her and then for her when she is sewing." She smiled.
His next statements and question had her pause. Rubbing her lips together, as she thought about it, she was torn. A proper young lady would not even consider such an idea. Her parents would be shocked and definitely say she should not even be considering it. However, it had caught her curiosity.
She glanced at the maid and got a frown from that quarter. She gave a wave of her hand toward her maid as to say you are bad as my mother would be. Jane ran her fingers over the pearls considering to think. Her parents have encouraged her to get around people more often, and out of the house as well.
She looked to Cheri. "Where would this be?"
She was not sure yet, but that of course would make a difference. The chair had to be able to get there, for one. For two, it could not be in a place to make it seem she is seeing a man privately. It was one thing to not be fit for a suitable husband due to her accident, but she did not plan to ruin herself in the view of society. Then she gave a wry glance at her legs. What was worse, having people pity for her or people seeing that she could have an active life even with legs that don't work?
