There is a figure in a long, dark pink dress making her way along a path toward the lake ( Read more... )

Bar had been kind enough (if one can call the agent of one’s kidnapper “kind”) to provide Mary with two spare dresses - one dark pink and one green springed with white. More colorful that what she would ordinarily wear. More the sort of thing Kitty or Lydia would prefer. Still, they are of appropriate fashion and length, and beggars (and the ( Read more... )

Mary Bennet comes downstairs in the same brown dress she arrived in Milliways wearing (now much more wrinkled for being slept in). She spares one glance for the wall where the door is supposed to be, then, looking neither right nor left, walks across the room to the Bar ( Read more... )

[OOM: Upstairs, in a room over the bar, Mary Bennet assesses her predicament.]

[OOM: Once upon a time, Mary Bennet read fairy stories.]This is wrong. This is wrong, wrong, wrong ( Read more... )