Wink at Small Faults... Chapter 4
Title: Wink At Small Faults...
Author: 1776_nixongurl
Rating: PG
Characters: John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, James Wilson, John DIckinson
*Author's Note: This part of the story goes to the Second Continental Congress. This is the point in Franklin's life where he truly begins to distance himself from his family.*
Benjamin lurched forward as the carriage charged over the cobblestone pathway. He grumbled under his breath and put down his book. He hadn't truly been reading it, merely looking at the words to provide some distraction. He knew that it would only be momments until he arrived at the congressional chambers. There was nothing particularly note-worthy about this gathering of men. None of them could agree and none of them could stand one another. As the carriage slowed in front of an asture brick building, Benjamin felt apathy growing inside him.
He stepped out of the mahogany carriage and limped towards the door. He nodded his head towards his colleagues and gave delicious smiles towards the women of the town. They each curtsied back at him and giggled in a girlish manner.
"Franklin!" A high-pitched New England voice boomed from behind him. "Wait up for me!"
"Ugh..." Benjamin moaned under his breath. "What may I ask gives me the privilege waiting for Mr. John Adams?"
"I have no time for your nonesense, Franklin! There is serious business afoot. If we do not press for independency then we will most certainly be under the KIng's thumb for all of eternity!"
"Don't worry, John... Everything has a pleasant way of working out... You must have patience."
John scowled and cursed under his breath as Franklin walked towards hid desk, humming a tune. Two of his colleagues from Pennsylvania were already seated at the table, playing a rousing game of chess. James Wilson appeared to just be winning, causing him to have a slight smile upon his face. John Dickinson looked deep in concentration as he moved a piece in a strategic location. After John's move, James growled and recognized his defeat. They both put the game away and greeted Benjamin.
"Dr. Franklin," James said in his whispy voice, "how are you this fine day?"
"I feel quite fine... Although this congressional atmosphere would make any man wish he were ill enough to stay home."
Both James and John chuckled slightly at this comment. Benjamin enjoyed the acknowledgement of his wit and quickly sat in his old wooden chair. James quickly turned his attention to a law book, forgetting about the other two men at his table. John faced Benjamin and allowed himself to slouch slightly.
"I must say that these chairs are not conducive to a comfortable day," John muttered as he tried to adjust himself.
"If they were too comfortable we would fall asleep," Ben sighed.
"You are the lucky one, Doctor; you have your home only a half hour from here; you can go home whenever you please. I am sure your wife enjoys that..."
"I wouldn't know, Mr. Dickinson. I do not go home... I am afraid that part of my life has long since been over."
"Oh..." John mumbled uncomfortably.
Benjamin could tell that he had been a bit too personal with the man and felt horribly. He knew better than to think about the home he once had... It would only bring him heartache...
Author: 1776_nixongurl
Rating: PG
Characters: John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, James Wilson, John DIckinson
*Author's Note: This part of the story goes to the Second Continental Congress. This is the point in Franklin's life where he truly begins to distance himself from his family.*
Benjamin lurched forward as the carriage charged over the cobblestone pathway. He grumbled under his breath and put down his book. He hadn't truly been reading it, merely looking at the words to provide some distraction. He knew that it would only be momments until he arrived at the congressional chambers. There was nothing particularly note-worthy about this gathering of men. None of them could agree and none of them could stand one another. As the carriage slowed in front of an asture brick building, Benjamin felt apathy growing inside him.
He stepped out of the mahogany carriage and limped towards the door. He nodded his head towards his colleagues and gave delicious smiles towards the women of the town. They each curtsied back at him and giggled in a girlish manner.
"Franklin!" A high-pitched New England voice boomed from behind him. "Wait up for me!"
"Ugh..." Benjamin moaned under his breath. "What may I ask gives me the privilege waiting for Mr. John Adams?"
"I have no time for your nonesense, Franklin! There is serious business afoot. If we do not press for independency then we will most certainly be under the KIng's thumb for all of eternity!"
"Don't worry, John... Everything has a pleasant way of working out... You must have patience."
John scowled and cursed under his breath as Franklin walked towards hid desk, humming a tune. Two of his colleagues from Pennsylvania were already seated at the table, playing a rousing game of chess. James Wilson appeared to just be winning, causing him to have a slight smile upon his face. John Dickinson looked deep in concentration as he moved a piece in a strategic location. After John's move, James growled and recognized his defeat. They both put the game away and greeted Benjamin.
"Dr. Franklin," James said in his whispy voice, "how are you this fine day?"
"I feel quite fine... Although this congressional atmosphere would make any man wish he were ill enough to stay home."
Both James and John chuckled slightly at this comment. Benjamin enjoyed the acknowledgement of his wit and quickly sat in his old wooden chair. James quickly turned his attention to a law book, forgetting about the other two men at his table. John faced Benjamin and allowed himself to slouch slightly.
"I must say that these chairs are not conducive to a comfortable day," John muttered as he tried to adjust himself.
"If they were too comfortable we would fall asleep," Ben sighed.
"You are the lucky one, Doctor; you have your home only a half hour from here; you can go home whenever you please. I am sure your wife enjoys that..."
"I wouldn't know, Mr. Dickinson. I do not go home... I am afraid that part of my life has long since been over."
"Oh..." John mumbled uncomfortably.
Benjamin could tell that he had been a bit too personal with the man and felt horribly. He knew better than to think about the home he once had... It would only bring him heartache...