Post by julia on Sept 19, 2008 21:33:11 GMT
Julia was on her knees. It wasn’t a Sunday, nor was there a sermon going on around her, but she felt the need to pray. Nottingham was in dark times, and the closer she felt to God, the better she felt about the situation. She wasn’t doing too badly at the current times; many people needed arrows after all, the Sheriff included, so business was better than expected. But it kept her husband out of the house for long hours when she could really do with him being back at home. Their four children weren’t so much a handful; she could deal with them, but a hand with getting the twins into bed without some sort of trick, or getting Archie off to sleep without him worrying about his father would be a God-send. Quite literally.
It was what she prayed for after all. She could pray for a better lifestyle, that she’d get rich, but alas she did not. She prayed that her children made it to marrying age so she could live out her life knowing that she did them some good. And knowing that she’d have somewhere to go when she got old – if she made it past forty.
Whilst she prayed she had left her children to their own devices in the streets, knowing they would only continually make too much noise than a church really allowed. Polly could behave for more than five minutes, but the second Lucinda and Matthew entered they’d be looking of some way to cause trouble, and Archie would only grumble.
”Amen,” escaped her lips as she finished her rather lengthy prayer. Pushing herself off of the floor she sighed, back to her life. Back to the children that would run circles around her until they got bored or too tired to continue. Today she was going to try and persuade Darren to come home early. To get out of his shop and back to the house. He had youngsters working for him to make the arrows all he did was sell them, surely he could spare himself for one afternoon to spend it playing with his children. Teaching his trade could wait, he was a healthy man, and if he should be teaching it to anybody it should be his own sons. Julia could teach the girls anything they needed.
It was what she prayed for after all. She could pray for a better lifestyle, that she’d get rich, but alas she did not. She prayed that her children made it to marrying age so she could live out her life knowing that she did them some good. And knowing that she’d have somewhere to go when she got old – if she made it past forty.
Whilst she prayed she had left her children to their own devices in the streets, knowing they would only continually make too much noise than a church really allowed. Polly could behave for more than five minutes, but the second Lucinda and Matthew entered they’d be looking of some way to cause trouble, and Archie would only grumble.
”Amen,” escaped her lips as she finished her rather lengthy prayer. Pushing herself off of the floor she sighed, back to her life. Back to the children that would run circles around her until they got bored or too tired to continue. Today she was going to try and persuade Darren to come home early. To get out of his shop and back to the house. He had youngsters working for him to make the arrows all he did was sell them, surely he could spare himself for one afternoon to spend it playing with his children. Teaching his trade could wait, he was a healthy man, and if he should be teaching it to anybody it should be his own sons. Julia could teach the girls anything they needed.