An Epilogue To My Father's Humorous Wedding
"You did what?!"
"It was an accident! I didn´t intended to! They were saying how lovely a wedding in summer would be and that Whitehall would be perfect and... and I said yes, I said it would be an honour to host one, I never said that it should be their wedding!"
"Oh God..."
"And she thanked me, how kind and generous it would be of me, jumped up and rushed out, saying she needs to write her father immediately, before I could do anything to keep her from doing so!"
"Oh God...," he repeats, walking up and down. Hand running through his hair, over his face, through the hair again, still pacing through the room. This is the worst that could happen. "Father will kill me."
"He won´t." Mary crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Wouldn´t be the …show more content…
She doesn´t seem to care for everything around it, she just wants to... what did she say... get hitched."
He stops in his pacing and looks at his wife. "I am not talking of the wedding... Simcoe hates me. He wants to see me hanged, he wants to place the rope around my neck and pushing the lever. Mary, he hates me. He is suspicious already now, he trusts none of us, and this man will linger here around every day because his fiancée makes a vacation here, think what will happen when we host their wedding. I´ll be a dead man in summer."
"Maybe... she seems nice, Abe. She seems nice and humble. And... maybe a woman, that woman especially is able to really... love him? Love knows strange ways and we don´t know if he shows his true self to her or if he always pretends to be the perfect gentleman around her. When she the ward of the Admiral and he his godson, then what´s closer for a father than to set these two up? It´s pretty logical in my eyes. And maybe she has, will, can have an influence on him. Maybe he is somewhere able to also feel something like love and will be distracted by her. Maybe she is the distraction we need? They seem to be pretty in love when you ask …show more content…
he may be a murderer but doesn´t seem to be an adulterer in terms of his fiancée..."
She hit the mark. "Mary..."
"We can´t withdraw. We have to face it: We´re going to host the wedding of the Simcoes. Excuse me now, I´ll have to prepare Whitehall for a wedding..."
His eyes follow his wife as she left the bedroom they were hiding in for the private talk. Hiding from Simcoe and the Major that are downstairs with his father. Hiding from Miss Gwillim down in the saloon. He was shocked as Mary told him about accidentally agreeing on hosting Simcoes wedding. This is what hell must look like.
He takes the way his wife did a few moments earlier, closing the door behind him and taking the stairs down to the entrance hall.
"Ah, Mister Woodhull."
He almost shrieked together by the voice coming up behind him. Slowly he turns around, gulping once and nodding with a "Captain.".
"My dear love already informed me about your surprising offer. I guess I have to say thank
"It was an accident! I didn´t intended to! They were saying how lovely a wedding in summer would be and that Whitehall would be perfect and... and I said yes, I said it would be an honour to host one, I never said that it should be their wedding!"
"Oh God..."
"And she thanked me, how kind and generous it would be of me, jumped up and rushed out, saying she needs to write her father immediately, before I could do anything to keep her from doing so!"
"Oh God...," he repeats, walking up and down. Hand running through his hair, over his face, through the hair again, still pacing through the room. This is the worst that could happen. "Father will kill me."
"He won´t." Mary crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Wouldn´t be the …show more content…
She doesn´t seem to care for everything around it, she just wants to... what did she say... get hitched."
He stops in his pacing and looks at his wife. "I am not talking of the wedding... Simcoe hates me. He wants to see me hanged, he wants to place the rope around my neck and pushing the lever. Mary, he hates me. He is suspicious already now, he trusts none of us, and this man will linger here around every day because his fiancée makes a vacation here, think what will happen when we host their wedding. I´ll be a dead man in summer."
"Maybe... she seems nice, Abe. She seems nice and humble. And... maybe a woman, that woman especially is able to really... love him? Love knows strange ways and we don´t know if he shows his true self to her or if he always pretends to be the perfect gentleman around her. When she the ward of the Admiral and he his godson, then what´s closer for a father than to set these two up? It´s pretty logical in my eyes. And maybe she has, will, can have an influence on him. Maybe he is somewhere able to also feel something like love and will be distracted by her. Maybe she is the distraction we need? They seem to be pretty in love when you ask …show more content…
he may be a murderer but doesn´t seem to be an adulterer in terms of his fiancée..."
She hit the mark. "Mary..."
"We can´t withdraw. We have to face it: We´re going to host the wedding of the Simcoes. Excuse me now, I´ll have to prepare Whitehall for a wedding..."
His eyes follow his wife as she left the bedroom they were hiding in for the private talk. Hiding from Simcoe and the Major that are downstairs with his father. Hiding from Miss Gwillim down in the saloon. He was shocked as Mary told him about accidentally agreeing on hosting Simcoes wedding. This is what hell must look like.
He takes the way his wife did a few moments earlier, closing the door behind him and taking the stairs down to the entrance hall.
"Ah, Mister Woodhull."
He almost shrieked together by the voice coming up behind him. Slowly he turns around, gulping once and nodding with a "Captain.".
"My dear love already informed me about your surprising offer. I guess I have to say thank