“Welcome back, Freddy.”
“Thanks, Tucker.”
“The table looks wonderful, Sally.”
“Thank you, Maribelle.”
“How was England, Freddy?”
“Pleasant.”
“Happy to have your son home again, Sally?”
“I’m over the moon, Tucker.”
“What lovely flowers, Sally.”
“Thank you, Annamae. Hester picked them.”
“Hester?”
“The Johnsons’ former house slave.”
“Speaking of the Johnsons–what a scandal!”
“We all thought Annabelle murdered her husband and the nigra but it turned out to be her sister, Emmeline.”
“Maribelle, Annamae, no more talk of the Johnsons,” Sally insisted.
Apologizing profusely, the women took their seats.
Frederick scarcely said a word during dinner. Hester occupied his thoughts.
100 Words
This is the latest sequel to Chaos at Frogmoss Plantation.
This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.
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Hi Tracey 🙂 I do hope that you search for more stories in this series about the American South before the civil war which I started last month for Black History Month.
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Excellent chapter leaving us wanting to know more 🙂
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Thanks, Dale 🙂
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Dear Adele,
I could just here them. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I tried to imagine what dinner guests would talk about back in the antebellum South. Thank you 🙂
Shalom,
Adele
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What a dichotomy, a double/triple homicide, a fancy dinner party, and a homecoming. I’d be stunned speechless also.
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I would be stunned speechless too, but Frederick already knew about the double homicide. It was the reason why he returned to Charleston–to be there for the daughter of the murdered man. I think he’s quiet because he’s thinking about Hester.
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