That was how Tabitha was. Impatient. She did not like wasting time planning anything given that she was a very spontaneous person.
'Tomorrow will do. I only needed you to bear witness with me.' Clarice smiled.
She knew her plan had worked, and she had Tabitha on her side.
Without saying more words, Tabitha took herself home. She kept thinking about how outrageous it was for Dayton to find love in the laps of an unwanted.
The rain hit Tabitha's windowpane softly and it caused her to awake from slumber. She groaned as she sat up for the pain, she felt in her head was indescribable. She looked around her room and set her eyes on a pile of paper at her table.
She sighed loudly. If only she had not been abandoned by her family, maybe her life would have made more sense.
Tabitha was a strong woman. During her prime, she aspired to learn the art of sewing but her restlessness did not permit her to learn under anyone for long periods.
When she saw that there was no future for her in sewing, she settled in marriage with a man named Marshall. Her marriage to Marshall was beautiful for many years and it produced two beautiful daughters.
But her restlessness struck again and when Marshall got tired of her habit of gossiping, he took their two daughters away and no one saw or heard from them since then.
Until recently, Tabitha did not know where her family had run off to. Then the letter came.
Letters always made their way to Tabitha. Her position in the town made it impossible for people to not associate with her. People sent her letters containing stories of other people in hopes that she did her job of spreading the word.
The letter that Tabitha had gotten was from her younger daughter, Hazel. When Tabitha saw who the letter had come from, she hesitated for she feared something had happened to her husband.
Tabitha kept the letter in her drawer and did not open it until many dawns later. When she read it, she found that her family was only two towns away. Her husband had become a successful vintner and her first daughter had been given away in marriage.
She was happy knowing they were doing okay, and nothing pushed her to want to see them. But that morning, as she watched the raindrop on her windowpane, she wished, for the first time in years, that her family had not left.
As she wallowed in regret of losing her family, Richard, on the other hand, did not care one bit about losing his father at all.
When He and his mother got to the docks of Saur in the early hours of the morning, the memory of getting beat up by his father hit him. He was back to his hometown to see the person who he had fled from.
'Come on now.' His mother said to him.
Richard did not know how to act before his father. He did not know what behaviours were going to be accepted and which were going to be rejected.
'There are carriages nearby, wait in one whilst I gather our belongings.' Richard said and turned away from his mother.
After gathering their belongings and his thoughts, he went to meet his mother in the carriage she had chosen.
'Have you informed the footman of where we are headed?' He asked.
Just then, he remembered what he had done to Gina the previous day. He remembered how he had sacrificed her to Ansley without looking back.
It was no fault of his. He had to travel with his mother, and he could not afford to spend an extra night within the borders of Garld.
'I have, it happens to be close to his abode. Richard, you must tell me what burdens you, why do you look so downcast?' His mother asked.
How could Richard tell his mother of his affair with Gina? How could he tell her how it saddened him that he was happy with his father's near death?
'I just do not believe I am back in Saur. When I left, I promised to never return. Do you reckon the women here shall still seclude themselves from me?' He asked.
Richard was concerned about his reputation among the women. His father's physical abuse of him and his mother caused the people of Saur to see him as a bitter man who was only going to go down the same path as his father.
'You have set your eyes upon a woman in Garld. Shall you not focus on her? Do you wish to make Saur your home again?' Richard's mother looked away from her son.
She looked outside the carriage and remembered her life in Saur. It had been anything but rosy.
Those were the days she wanted to forget for the rest of her life but something about the environment brought them back to her.
'Is everyone settled?' The footman opened the door and asked.
'Yes. You may proceed.' Richard said.
'Okay.' The footman closed the door.
'My father brought me to fish in these parts. He brought me before dawn, and we went back home at dawn. That is what I miss about Saur.' Richard's mother said.
She watched the people at the dock grow smaller as the carriage she was in went further into Saur.
Richard and his mother did not say any more words after that. They both knew some things were better left unsaid.
It did not take long before they reached their destination. The house looked the same as it did the day he ran with his mother. It was like no time had passed at all.
'How much is your fee?' Richard asked the footman.
'Six bronze coins but for you, I shall take five.' The footman smiled.
Richard counted six bronze coins and pushed them in the footman's hand.
'Thank you, kind sir!' The footman said and began moving Richard's things out of the carriage.
'I will go ahead.' Richard's mother said and walked into the house.
It was not the toughest thing for her to do for she had made a resolve to accept her husband's death even though she loved him so much. It was the best thing for her and her son after all.