Meet Morag
Title: Family Connections
Rated: T
Carson/Hughes
(300) word Cottageverse
This part seems a little bit of a filler and an excuse to tease Charles. Hopefully we’ll get back to more meaty things next.
Elsie stared at the woman standing in the doorway. She was all so familiar and all so distant at the same time.
“You’re early,” Elsie said sharply, not at all sure if she’d meant the two words to come out as a question or an accusation.
“Yes, yes. I almost abandoned poor Annie. I do hope she finds it in her heart to forgive me, but I’m afraid I could not suffer Neville for another day.”
Elsie blinked, her brain struggling to keep up with who was who in Morag’s extended family. Annie was Morag’s husband’s second cousin; Neville was Annie’s son?
“The bus--”
“I didn’t catch the bus,” Morag told them. “Lady Mary was on the train and we came in her car--”
“With Lady Mary?” Charles burst out.
“Yes. We have quite a lot in common and--”
“With Lady Mary? I most certainly doubt that.”
Morag’s eyes rolled in the exact same manner as Elsie knew hers surely were. When she thought about it, Lady Mary and Morag were quite alike.
“You’re not going away just as I’m arriving, are you?” Morag enquired with a nod towards the suitcase still leaning against the far wall.
“I just took the opportunity to do a little cleaning up for your arrival, and Charles is going to put that up in the storage cupboard for me.” Elsie distracted herself with making tea and didn’t wonder about her ability to lie so easily.
“You cleaned the spare room? Good. Charles, I sincerely hope you’re going to offer to stay in there for the duration of my visit. Elsie and I shall share a bed. I’m much too old to be cramped up in a small bed.”
Elsie didn’t immediately protest against this demand. She was too busy enjoying Charles’s look of dismay.
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Rated: T
Carson/Hughes
(300) word Cottageverse
This part seems a little bit of a filler and an excuse to tease Charles. Hopefully we’ll get back to more meaty things next.
Elsie stared at the woman standing in the doorway. She was all so familiar and all so distant at the same time.
“You’re early,” Elsie said sharply, not at all sure if she’d meant the two words to come out as a question or an accusation.
“Yes, yes. I almost abandoned poor Annie. I do hope she finds it in her heart to forgive me, but I’m afraid I could not suffer Neville for another day.”
Elsie blinked, her brain struggling to keep up with who was who in Morag’s extended family. Annie was Morag’s husband’s second cousin; Neville was Annie’s son?
“The bus--”
“I didn’t catch the bus,” Morag told them. “Lady Mary was on the train and we came in her car--”
“With Lady Mary?” Charles burst out.
“Yes. We have quite a lot in common and--”
“With Lady Mary? I most certainly doubt that.”
Morag’s eyes rolled in the exact same manner as Elsie knew hers surely were. When she thought about it, Lady Mary and Morag were quite alike.
“You’re not going away just as I’m arriving, are you?” Morag enquired with a nod towards the suitcase still leaning against the far wall.
“I just took the opportunity to do a little cleaning up for your arrival, and Charles is going to put that up in the storage cupboard for me.” Elsie distracted herself with making tea and didn’t wonder about her ability to lie so easily.
“You cleaned the spare room? Good. Charles, I sincerely hope you’re going to offer to stay in there for the duration of my visit. Elsie and I shall share a bed. I’m much too old to be cramped up in a small bed.”
Elsie didn’t immediately protest against this demand. She was too busy enjoying Charles’s look of dismay.
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