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Remember December - Margaret Goyle - January 21, 2020

January 20th, 1890 mdash; Streets of Swallowbury

Yesterday marked the end of Maggie's first month of widowhood. The stressful transition was amplified by her impending financial struggles. There was school tuition and all the required supplies, not to mention the younger two would require purchases of their own. Maggie glanced back towards the house she just left. Perhaps there was some kind of work to be done around town.

The heavy black dress was a sharp contrast to the freshly fallen snow beneath her feet. Everything surrounding Edmund's death was inconvenient, down to the very season he perished in. Maggie could hardly blend in with these dark clothes. "Bloody bastard." She cursed under her breath, not noticing how close the lady passing her was.



RE: Remember December - Naomi Ruskin - January 21, 2020

Naomi was no stranger to widow-hood. Having been one fairly recently. A need to find a new husband was certain felt as the financial needs nagged at her. That, and having two small children that needed guidance from a paternal guardian. So with her current engagement, she felt a certain level of relief.

Seeing another woman wearing a black dress tugged at her heartstrings. But what she said gave pause. "Excuse me?" She inquired while turning to look at the woman directly.




RE: Remember December - Margaret Goyle - January 21, 2020

"Oh!" She exclaimed. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. How could she have missed someone walking that close to her?! "Please, forgive me. I didn't - I was thinking of my husband...my late husband." She corrected quickly. Normally, she wasn't one to speak ill of the dead, but Edmund was a bloody bastard. And a cheating bastard. And a dead bastard.

Fuck. Edmund was dead. Even now, a month after the news, the revelation took her breath away.



RE: Remember December - Naomi Ruskin - January 21, 2020

Well, that certainly wasn't the expected reaction from a grieving widow. But people did grieve in their own way, she supposed. "You are forgiven. I am sorry for your loss. I lost my first husband almost three years ago."

And she had found a new one soon after she was finally out of mourning. Well, it was wise to carry on. This was her way of doing that. Of ensuring a future for her children.




RE: Remember December - Margaret Goyle - January 21, 2020

The comment which followed the forgiveness she sought gave Maggie pause. Before this conversation, she believed the stain of early widowhood was easily visible without the dark mourning clothes. There was a mark, an unexplainable look in a person's eyes, that only others walking the path could identify. However, this woman bore no such marks. Maggie would never have pinned the blonde as someone familiar with her struggles.

"He ... he made many mistakes. And now I'm having to pay for them." She tried to explain. Many new of Edmund's infidelity, but Maggie was still reluctant to speak of it. "I should not have spoken ill of him, though. He's not here to defend himself. "
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RE: Remember December - Naomi Ruskin - January 21, 2020

She did miss Luke, dearly. But moving on was part of their survival. She didn't want to rely on her in-laws forever. It would certainly make her feel guilty at some point.

"I'm sure that must be very hard. Have you had any help with such mistakes?" Not all of society's gossip landed in Naomi's ears. The way she liked it. Gossip didn't help someone really get to know someone. Her fiancé surely was an example that one mistake could not truly define someone.




RE: Remember December - Margaret Goyle - January 22, 2020

It was an awkward question to answer, for how could she request help without admitting to how terrible Edmund's judgement was? Their bank vault (well, her bank vault now) was uncomfortably low from the obscene amount he had showered upon his mistress. His affair was well known throughout his department, of that she was certain, but her pride could allow the information to spread no further. It was shameful enough being the discarded wife. To be the penniless widow while his mistress was likely living a lavish life was pitiful.

"I'm afraid not." She replied after a brief pause. Perhaps Gwen would be available for help. As the years gone on Maggie found solace in her mother's company. The pair had much more in common than Maggie would have ever believed as a teenager. "We will be okay once I sort through the mess, though." Somehow (even if she had to sell herself on a street corner) Oliver would be attending school in the fall. Maggie would accept no other option.



RE: Remember December - Naomi Ruskin - January 22, 2020

It was nice to at least believe that her husband had been faithful. If this was false, no one knew of it. Certainly Naomi did not know of such things. Theirs had always seemed like such a loving relationship.

Martin seemed quite decent, though she was unsure if she would truly love him. Perhaps he would not truly love her. But as long as it was a suitable match, why did it matter now? She had love, had experienced it. Settling for a good match now was fine for her.

Hesitating, she decided to give a suggestion in a more hushed tone. "Well, once the mouring period has passed, perhaps finding a suitable match would help? It might not be the same, but having that security, and the company, can be rather comforting." She did not wish to offend, and she certainly hoped she hadn't.




RE: Remember December - Margaret Goyle - January 22, 2020

Maggie blinked at the woman's suggestion. Another marriage would bring the security she sorely needed, but she possessed little desire to be made the fool once more. Any future match would have to be cautiously thought out. "I ... appreciate the idea." The very idea of another courtship and engagement seemed tedious mdash; Maggie was no spring chicken, she wouldn't be able to keep up with the young debutantes.

"It would have to be in the far off future. Edmund only passed a month ago." By the time Maggie completed her mourning period she would be an old crone. Silently, she cursed his rotting body once more. The least he could've done for her was allow her to die first so she wouldn't have to worry about such matters.



RE: Remember December - Naomi Ruskin - January 22, 2020

Perhaps it really was lucky that Martin and Naomi found each other. Both having children at just the right age to need a parent of the opposite gender. An adolescent young boy and a young woman about to join society and a marriagable woman.

Nodding softly, Naomi gave a sympathetic smile. "A while indeed. Family certainly helps. Luke's parents were happy to help support us as I mourned. I will always be grateful for such kindness."




RE: Remember December - Margaret Goyle - January 22, 2020

Julia Goyle was no fan of Maggie's. The elderly woman believed Maggie to have committed some grave error to have not been blessed with more than two surviving children. Whenever there was a family dinner she couldn't quite escape from, Julia was determined to make whatever quips she could. Help from her would be little and not worth humbling herself for. No, Maggie would likely have to work for the first time in her life.

She smiled softly and nodded. "You're very lucky." Maggie wasn't about to further humiliate herself in front of this woman. Belatedly, she realized they hadn't even introduced themselves yet. Maggie refrained from trying to now, for it would be awkward and ill timed. A little anonymity wouldn't hurt the situation either. "I should be going. The children will be expecting me soon..."



RE: Remember December - Naomi Ruskin - January 22, 2020

What a difference it made to get along with one's family. Naomi and her parents could never seem to get along these days. Which was untrue between herself and her in-laws. A complicated dynamic she wouldn't wish on anyone.

Naomi had failed to take notice of formalities, which would likely nag at her later. "I am. I do wish you good luck." The poor woman seemed so stressed. And who could blame her? Mourning was never easy. "Certainly. Have a good day."