Sep 05, 2008 11:00
It had been the two days, now almost three. Marian had meant to tell Silence immediately, but she had found herself distracted. It was too easyto lose herself in other things; to distract herself.
In the end, she knows one thing. She needs to speak with her husband. To tell him her news.
The work she needed to do that day done, Marian hurries back to their home. Silence is not there yet, and she busies herself. The doors thrown open to let in light, she goes about cleaning, though she is playing little attention to what she does.
silence,
marian