June 9th, 1893 - Darrow Household

The Season was starting, which meant that her calendar was filling up and the Sanditon was showing signs of life. Orion was taking his first toddling, clumsy steps in the sand by the beach. Children and debutantes were starting to sign up for Alfred's sailing classes. Zelda was just a wife, and wasn't sure how long she was going to keep that going.

The day had been uneventful, but the weekend was highly-scheduled. Zelda had put Orion to bed before retreating to relieve herself, with more items in hand than usual.

She was sitting on the tiled floor of the lavatory with her printed calendar in hand, counting the days. "Shite!" Zelda snapped, louder than she meant to. She covered her mouth with her hand, because it was late enough that if she wasn't careful she could wake Orion.

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