As Long As We Both Shall Live (Part 8)

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

You may call me Constance...

I found it oddly satisfying to be called upon by Mr. Banks. He was quite the charmer, and what isn’t to like about that? At first, he came to apologize for his abrupt behavior after our dinner. I met him on the porch of the boarding house. It had been raining all afternoon, and he was drenched to the core. Poor soul. I told him not to worry, it was quite alright, I realized he was only trying to be friendly. I offered him my hand and requested him come upstairs to warm himself by the fire. Once we had reached my room, I carefully sat him down by the fire and poured him some tea.

“You are a gracious hostess, thank you.” He shivered

I walked to my dresser and grazed it with my fingers. I was in search of my pearl necklace. Ambrose had given it to me as a wedding present. I would never dream of defying his wishes, so I gladly accepted the necklace. I played with the necklace, allowing the beads to roll through my palms.

“That is a lovely necklace I must say.” Mr. Banks said as he sipped his tea

“It was from my late husband. He said it was a rare and beautiful item, much like our love.” I smiled slightly

“He was right you know.”

I blinked at him “I beg your pardon?”

“I just meant that he was right about it being rare. I was in love once. She was the school teacher here. Very lovely. Not just her features, but her personality as well. She died of pneumonia…” his voice trailed off

“Do you miss her terribly?” I walked toward him

“Yes. I know she wanted me to be happy though. She was such a good person. That is why I try to do what is good. I give to others in need.” He teared up a little “I’m sorry, I have made a fool of myself yet again. I should be going.”

I crouched in front of him and took his hand “Mr. Banks…it is alright to be in such a state of sorrow.”

He looked at our hands and directly at me “You understand sorrow too I am sure.”

I nodded and proceeded to caress his cheek with my hand “Soon you will find happiness again.”

“Ms. Hatchaway…I…”

“You may call me Constance, Mr. Banks.” I said as I stood up again

He nodded and grabbed his coat from the rack near the door.

“Again, I appreciate your hospitality. It is rare that you find yourself sharing stories with someone that truly understands.”

I smiled knowingly “I am willing to listen to them.”

I walked him back downstairs and toward the door. He tipped the clerk at the front, and began to open the door.

“Ms. Hat……Constance?....You may call me Frank.” He smiled

“I would like that, Frank.” I said as I shut the door behind him.

I walked back to my room and twirled the pearls in my hands. Perhaps this is where I truly belonged, with Frank. I was beginning to feel happy again, which I had not felt in a while. I walked over to the boudoir mirror and carefully locked the pearls around my neck. I turned my head slightly and gazed at my reflection. I did look rather fetching in them, if I do say so myself. 

Submitted: January 01, 2018

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