12-01-2024, 07:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-01-2024, 07:55 PM by Penelope Wells.)
It started with a letter she wrote to her brother in the dark of the night. Pen was tired and weary, the gravity of Pippa's situation as well as her own having finally convinced her it was time to go. She knew she had overstayed her welcome even as justified as her actions were in her mind.
She had left it on his desk while he slept but kept mostly to Pippa's side, even sleeping on the floor on her bedding so she could be there. Somebody needed to and even as improper as it was to have done what she did, morally speaking, Pippa's intended had the right to see for himself because it was their choice lawfully considering nobody was her guardian in truth, her brother was only her employer, legally speaking.
It was the next morning that she woke up, stiff from her night on the floor but uncomplaining. She checked and Pippa was still sleeping off the medicine she had been given. The coolness of her skin relieved Pen, so she quietly took herself off to tidy herself up enough for dignity, and she quietly took herself to the kitchen.
She put together a simple meal, pieced together with bakery items because bread was not something she felt up for making. She threw a few eggs and a ham slice she divided. Tea was brewed and all was soon on the table except for a bowl of reheated soup for Pippa and some of the bread and tea.
She took that up and Pippa ate gratefully while Pen went back downstairs to eat, letting the girl have some quiet.
She had left it on his desk while he slept but kept mostly to Pippa's side, even sleeping on the floor on her bedding so she could be there. Somebody needed to and even as improper as it was to have done what she did, morally speaking, Pippa's intended had the right to see for himself because it was their choice lawfully considering nobody was her guardian in truth, her brother was only her employer, legally speaking.
It was the next morning that she woke up, stiff from her night on the floor but uncomplaining. She checked and Pippa was still sleeping off the medicine she had been given. The coolness of her skin relieved Pen, so she quietly took herself off to tidy herself up enough for dignity, and she quietly took herself to the kitchen.
She put together a simple meal, pieced together with bakery items because bread was not something she felt up for making. She threw a few eggs and a ham slice she divided. Tea was brewed and all was soon on the table except for a bowl of reheated soup for Pippa and some of the bread and tea.
She took that up and Pippa ate gratefully while Pen went back downstairs to eat, letting the girl have some quiet.
Quote:Brother,
As inappropriate as my actions were, I did what I felt in my heart was the correct thing to do. That being said, I am only sorry that the price was hefty, possibly losing you. Pippa needed to be held and is paying her heavy price for that and I have to even applaud her for the grace with which she has accepted her consequences. She once told me that the child could not go to somebody else, a child gave unconditional love and it wasn't their fault they were conceived.
Added to that, she only has us and neither of us understood the impact upon her. So it is with respect and love that I write this to let you know that I will be elsewhere once she is better. I am sorry, truly, brother, for hurting you as a consequence of doing what I thought I had to.
All My Love,
Nel
