JGOB, Thursday afternoon, 4/30

Apr 30, 2009 12:09

Detective Inspector Garrett walked around the town once or twice before settling at one of the tables set up outside JGOB with her dog. Mike needed no leash to stay beside her, as he was very well trained, and curled up at her feet as she settled with her tea and chosen pastry (a blueberry muffin) to mull over some things.

The first point was that this place was making her soft. She had never aspired to such, had never dreamed of being the doughy mother waiting beside a warm fire for her children. She'd never even dreamed, really, of being the welcoming wife. The idea of losing her edge, of being anything less than the professional who could scare certain lower constables into nearly losing control of their bowels, was distasteful to her.

In counterpoint, however, she had her students, children who would face the dark just a little more prepared than they would have before her classes. She also had her students, the individuals whose company she enjoyed. No doughy mother, no, but perhaps... a helpful aunt? Could she afford to be that to them?

She was reasonably sure she could.

Then there was the matter of Murdock. Murdock, who had become a reason to stay somehow, even though the most recent letter she'd received from Richard indicated that perhaps things had settled down enough for her to return to New Amsterdam. To him. It almost pained her to admit that she still loved Richard, that she loved his forceful ways, his keen intellect, his large, careful hands. Murdock startled at how their affair was conducted, but she'd understood when they started things that all Richard's jokes about divorce were ridiculous and that his position, their positions were much more important: to themselves, of course, but also to the Crown.

You miss New Amsterdam almost as much as you miss London, don't you? You soppy old fool, you do.

She did, yes, but that didn't mean she had to like it. It just meant that she had a lot to think about in the next few weeks, namely whether she'd continue teaching after this class.

Thankfully, perhaps poetically, the tea was good.

[open! for Abby Irene or the JGOB]

abigail garrett

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