Scotland's Girl_The Email_The Wordy, Will from My Dead Aunt_My Father Was Good
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Scotland's Girl
In St. Kilda Scotland, there were the wealthy residents, and the servants. The wealthy ones believed in hierarchy and good fashion. Servants were what were called humble, the word being frowned upon. In this time, there was a family that lived the wealthy lifestyle. The Railes. Many of the Scots had heard of their name many times. They took part in the Hierarchy beliefs. This family had a mother, a father and a child. The mother was a wretch, as well as the father: Bobland and Cellecey. They had met through their own parents marrying them off to each other. They despised one another, fought, s...
The Email
Dear Melanie, after what happened at the office last week, we're scheduling in-person one on ones with the entire team to discuss next steps. Please let me know which timeslot works best for you tomorrow: noon, 1:00, 2:00, or 3:00PM. I looked down at my phone to read the email.Immediately it felt weird in my stomach. We were told we'd be off for two weeks after what happened. Especially me, being there the night of the fire. And now I was expected to make time within a day?Was it weird or was I pissed off? Or both? Why were we meeting 1:1 and not as a team? 1:00PM works for me I replied.Trying...
The Wordy, Will from My Dead Aunt
"E-excuse me?" I gasped. The elder gentle man, with hair slick back, his mustache more like an animal tail split into two trimmed to precision. He cleared his throat once more. "M' lady Aliter Ally has requested that you, are to have the inheritance for the company if you were to 'Let the cats out of the bag' then you would be able to know the exact location to where the vault is to the certificate.” He read the will exactly, his eyes peering over the document shifting side to side. I will leave you to discuss this amongst your other relatives.” He huffed, leaving to join with the other servan...
My Father Was Good
My father has always been good to me.He would give me money to go to the store and a list. "Don't forget!" He would say, ushering me out the door.I wouldn't forget. How could I? I would get a scolding of a lifetime. Frankly, I couldn't even return home if I happened to forget....Mother liked to pray in her room where I wasn't allowed. She wwww.onedoor.ccas a religious woman of middle-class stature. Not because we had money, but because in her mind she was somewhere far away. She always seemed as if she would break if I touched her, into a million shards scattered in a world I could not join her in.I don't t...