[Closed] Waiting for the Mail Coach
Posted: Tue May 19, 2020 1:08 am
Ophus 27, Morning
The morning air was just this side of freezing, which meant it was raining, rather than snowing. Abeline would've felt warmer if it had snowed. The heavy rain had collapsed her umbrella on the way to the posting house, and despite the short walk, her coat was sopping wet.
Soaked near to the unmentionables, she slunk into the building and made directly for the fireplace. The waiting room contained a cheery fire, lavish, if dated, upholstery, and a human post-boy. He was entirely dry. Abe envied him, briefly, before she remembered he'd soon be out in the rain driving the very carriage she'd be cozied up in.
Abe doffed her coat and hung it up by the fire. She turned to warm her back, which had taken the brunt of the umbrella's failure. In the corner of her eye, she saw the boy grow ever more stoical. He seemed none too pleased about his evident future, so she gave him a short nod. It was the best she could do, other than a sizable tip.
Abeline contemplated her own immediate future. Bertie would complain about sitting next to letters the whole way to Muffey. This, despite the fact he insisted on taking the mail coach--hiring a private cab was out of the question given his financials. Abe had to concede the point, but on the condition she could complain about his complaining. For several minutes, she occupied herself crafting novel barbs. She barely noticed the bell jingle above the door as the next customer, presumably her very own cousin, arrived.
Soaked near to the unmentionables, she slunk into the building and made directly for the fireplace. The waiting room contained a cheery fire, lavish, if dated, upholstery, and a human post-boy. He was entirely dry. Abe envied him, briefly, before she remembered he'd soon be out in the rain driving the very carriage she'd be cozied up in.
Abe doffed her coat and hung it up by the fire. She turned to warm her back, which had taken the brunt of the umbrella's failure. In the corner of her eye, she saw the boy grow ever more stoical. He seemed none too pleased about his evident future, so she gave him a short nod. It was the best she could do, other than a sizable tip.
Abeline contemplated her own immediate future. Bertie would complain about sitting next to letters the whole way to Muffey. This, despite the fact he insisted on taking the mail coach--hiring a private cab was out of the question given his financials. Abe had to concede the point, but on the condition she could complain about his complaining. For several minutes, she occupied herself crafting novel barbs. She barely noticed the bell jingle above the door as the next customer, presumably her very own cousin, arrived.