Captured by the cruel redcoat officer who has been pursuing her, Angelica
considers her options. Believing that Jack, her new husband, has just been murdered, her family threatened with death, she resolves to agree to Major Armistead's demands.
...As she sat there, drained, a strange feeling fluttered deep
in her belly. She’d felt it for the first time only a few days ago. The
sensation was as if a butterfly had been released, wings tapping the walls
of some secret cave.
I must talk to Harriet, or Mary McGregor. One or the other,
they can tell me. In spite of what has happened to my dear mate, the egg may already be
in the nest. And, if that is so, what I suspect, then I must survive. Survive
any way I can!
Cruel fate has once again destroyed the man I love, but this
time, perhaps, something of him, of his love, remains. A miraculous someone I
can hug, and kiss.
Fumbling in the pocket, she withdrew her thimble and thread;
she pulled a length of cotton through the needle. It will be stronger now, she
promised herself.
What God has joined together—
Slowly, Angelica pulled the ragged edges of the tear together.
She knew what her answer to George Armistead would be. She would save her
family. If she had lost Jack, she would not shame his memory with cowardice.
“Chains do not hold a marriage together.” Angelica spoke
aloud to the empty room, imagining Jack was there with her. She pulled cotton
through the edges, neatly mending the rent. "It’s the threads-- hundreds of tiny threads--which sew people
together through the years..."
~~Juliet Waldron
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