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Authors: Sylvia McDaniel
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the driveway and she'd seen her new home. It was a mansion compared to the cramped quarters where she'd lived before. And yet, it seem to come with a price. So many secrets.
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An hour later, unable to sleep, though her body was exhausted her mind still raced. It was a good time to write to her friends to let them know she had safely arrived.
November 10, 1890
Dear Genny and Julia,
Sorry for writing to you both at the same time but it's just easier this way. I wanted to let you know I arrived safely in Charlottesville, Virginia. My husband's vineyard is a small ways from town, so I don't know when you'll receive this letter. We were married the same day I arrived, and I'm now Katie O'Malley. His home is large, but rather run-down and I'm working like crazy to clean the place. It could be so beautiful.
His mother is a poor soul who’s suffered much, and takes her misfortune out on everyone around her and most especially me. She’s dreadful. The woman uses a wheelchair because she says she can't walk, though I've caught her at least once getting around without the chair. She is mean and vile and no matter how hard I try to be nice, she's ugly to me.
I'll keep trying, though, right now I'm tired. But as my mother use to say a smile can always brighten a situation. I'm smiling as I write this letter to you, hoping things will improve.
My husband has the most beautiful blue eyes and black hair. He’s so handsome, but he has secrets. He never mentioned in his letter that he's a widower. Not that it would have made any difference, I just would have liked to have known in advance. And he's not very open about what happened to his first wife. His mother tells me she was cheating on him, but I don't know if that's true. He hasn't told me about her. He's closed off.
There is so much potential here. If he would just open up and trust me, we could make this place into a magnificent home that sold great bottles of wine.
I'm trying not to get discouraged, but tonight, I'm feeling low. At a dinner party, my mother-in-law screamed out that my husband's wife was cheating on him and I'll cheat too. I was mortified. And then the old bitty wanted me to put her to bed. If I wasn't a good Christian woman, I would have smothered her.
The weather in Virginia is cold this time of year, but it's not miserable like in Massachusetts. I'm hoping my next letter will tell you that I'm blissfully happy, expecting my first child, and things couldn't be better. But for now, keep me in your prayers, like I keep you in mine.
Please write and tell me how you are. I hope your situation has been better than mine. I miss you all so much, I can hardly stand it.
Much Love,
Katie
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The next morning, Daniel expected to leave for town before Katie was up. Opening the cash box, he realized there was money missing. He'd had close to one hundred dollars for household expenses. Money he needed to purchase more wood to build stands for the new barrels that would soon arrive. Katie didn't seem the type to steal, but it concerned him money was missing. Did she even know where the cash box was kept?
Closing the box he tried to determine what to do. He didn't want to ask Frank for more cash, but what little was left in the bank, he really didn't want to take out. Hopefully, he would soon start to see profits coming in. If not, he could be in trouble within six months.
Putting the box back in his desk, he glanced around at the office. It didn't appear to have been cleaned and she'd been busy in every other room in the house.
Stepping out the door, he almost ran smack into Katie.
“Good morning,” she said. “I hope you slept well last night.”
She was so damn bright and cheery in the mornings. He loved that about her and yet it took some getting used to. “Very well, thanks. What about you?”
He was asking because he knew she wanted to talk about Eloise, but after last night he'd felt drained. She was in the past and he wanted to leave her
#
An hour later, unable to sleep, though her body was exhausted her mind still raced. It was a good time to write to her friends to let them know she had safely arrived.
November 10, 1890
Dear Genny and Julia,
Sorry for writing to you both at the same time but it's just easier this way. I wanted to let you know I arrived safely in Charlottesville, Virginia. My husband's vineyard is a small ways from town, so I don't know when you'll receive this letter. We were married the same day I arrived, and I'm now Katie O'Malley. His home is large, but rather run-down and I'm working like crazy to clean the place. It could be so beautiful.
His mother is a poor soul who’s suffered much, and takes her misfortune out on everyone around her and most especially me. She’s dreadful. The woman uses a wheelchair because she says she can't walk, though I've caught her at least once getting around without the chair. She is mean and vile and no matter how hard I try to be nice, she's ugly to me.
I'll keep trying, though, right now I'm tired. But as my mother use to say a smile can always brighten a situation. I'm smiling as I write this letter to you, hoping things will improve.
My husband has the most beautiful blue eyes and black hair. He’s so handsome, but he has secrets. He never mentioned in his letter that he's a widower. Not that it would have made any difference, I just would have liked to have known in advance. And he's not very open about what happened to his first wife. His mother tells me she was cheating on him, but I don't know if that's true. He hasn't told me about her. He's closed off.
There is so much potential here. If he would just open up and trust me, we could make this place into a magnificent home that sold great bottles of wine.
I'm trying not to get discouraged, but tonight, I'm feeling low. At a dinner party, my mother-in-law screamed out that my husband's wife was cheating on him and I'll cheat too. I was mortified. And then the old bitty wanted me to put her to bed. If I wasn't a good Christian woman, I would have smothered her.
The weather in Virginia is cold this time of year, but it's not miserable like in Massachusetts. I'm hoping my next letter will tell you that I'm blissfully happy, expecting my first child, and things couldn't be better. But for now, keep me in your prayers, like I keep you in mine.
Please write and tell me how you are. I hope your situation has been better than mine. I miss you all so much, I can hardly stand it.
Much Love,
Katie
#
The next morning, Daniel expected to leave for town before Katie was up. Opening the cash box, he realized there was money missing. He'd had close to one hundred dollars for household expenses. Money he needed to purchase more wood to build stands for the new barrels that would soon arrive. Katie didn't seem the type to steal, but it concerned him money was missing. Did she even know where the cash box was kept?
Closing the box he tried to determine what to do. He didn't want to ask Frank for more cash, but what little was left in the bank, he really didn't want to take out. Hopefully, he would soon start to see profits coming in. If not, he could be in trouble within six months.
Putting the box back in his desk, he glanced around at the office. It didn't appear to have been cleaned and she'd been busy in every other room in the house.
Stepping out the door, he almost ran smack into Katie.
“Good morning,” she said. “I hope you slept well last night.”
She was so damn bright and cheery in the mornings. He loved that about her and yet it took some getting used to. “Very well, thanks. What about you?”
He was asking because he knew she wanted to talk about Eloise, but after last night he'd felt drained. She was in the past and he wanted to leave her
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