SARA. COLLINS

CONFESSIONS OF FRANNIE LANGTON.

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But I just wanted to keep that book as close as I could get it to my skin. Not to remind myself happiness was still possible, but to remind myself that anger was.

And what do two women do in a room of their own? Isn't this the question that troubles my accusers most? Such an easy thing to hide in plain sight - a lady and her abigail – all eyes looking the wrong way. Theof

She kept her arm above her head, and I crossed over to her thinking how each step dragged me backwards, how I didn't dare touch her, because I wanted nothing more, but had to touch her, if I wanted to stay. Touching her was my work, now. My jaw clenched. 

Life is a brief candle but love is a craving for time. Therefore, I was already cursed to want what I couldn't have. 

Icould pull you behind one ofthose very elms, I thought. hook my thumbs beneath your bodice .. . Oh. Inside, I could do what I wanted. Bend her over her writing desk and kiss her breasts to my heart's ease. But outsideI was no one, nothing but a maid. Ipictured myselflooping a hurting fistful of nair around my hand. She took a step back. Now I begin to worry that it was me she feared after all.

She said no more, only sat forward, her back curved as a blade. A blade that should have finished me there and then, had it been merciful.

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