Her fingers hummed with the desire to reach out but there were onlookers and Ella cursed herself for missing the chance. It seemed she was eternally guilty of just that crime – failing just short of having what she wanted because the ever-present gaze of others halted her deeper instincts. She wanted this woman but could never have her in all the ways she wanted, she longed to be as respected as her brother but she never would be.
Once she had thought briefly of leaving the family home, of striking out on her own but Ella was no fool and she had seen what became of those creatures. By rejecting a husband she had left herself with only two options: become marble or dirt in the eyes of anybody that mattered. Was it easier to crack a shell than dig yourself out of a grave of one’s own making?
“I’m sure they’ll believe it requires our collective intellect to manage the doilies,” she replied, bitter at the world and annoyed at herself for letting the barricades crumble just enough to spoil the moment. She eyed Eva’s pocket, thought briefly about how calm she would feel when putting a knife to another’s throat: then she thought about holding it to Ursula’s and immediately needed a drink.
“Can you be rid of Henry tonight?”
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