THE JOY OF GRAMMAR

ind. sel. priv.  JOSEPHINE . by salem.   sideblog to ncharm.  

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theyoungersebald :

           In her confusion, she had missed her goal of no grammatical                           mistakes. “Yes. I misspoke. Thank you, Mrs. Anwhistle.” she       murmured when corrected, not unlike a child scolded by their teacher. 

              “He’s not stalking me. He drops off a note for me and leaves.               That’s it. It’s what any…gentleman caller would do, if he happens                 to be too shy to speak to the girl he was trying to woo, a word                which means to seek the favor and try earn the love of a young                      lady. He’s just been too shy to speak to me so he’ll leave the note               and they’re just notes to say he thinks I’m pretty or my smile            brightens his day.” She took a deep breath before she continuing,            “Mrs. Anwhistle, I haven’t seen him for a good reason. He’s invisible.           Like the man in the story by…oh, I can’t think of the author right now.”            She sighed, frustrated. Sally wasn’t the type of person to cry. Actually,           she’d only cried one other time since she was a child and that was when        her brother came home after being “dead”. Tears now pricked at her           eyes as she defended someone who had just gone out of his way           to make her smile. “Please believe me, ma’am. I would never lie           about anything, let alone something like this.”

             for the first time in this conversation there is silence on her part. empty silence as she listens to the heartpour,   studying the girl’s reaction to her   very frightful declarations.   her previously unrealized hurtful words.   

watching her eyes well dredged up the once formidable’s own grief from the bottom of a leech infested lake. she remembered the courting days, the dance of sweet whispers & lipstick notes --- the shredded beef tamales on the beach while her dearest, darling, dead     ike would lay at her side, sunning with serenade. how lovely a time. how distant. how almost forgotten. who was she to interfere with a love that wasn’t hers ?     the answer is no one. 

a cautious hand veiled in sweater wool reached for the girls shoulder, desperately wishing retreat but braving the storm to calm the tides.       ❝ Oh, Sally dear --- please don’t cry ....   ❞  

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jo voice* i heard that you were talking shit, and you didn't think that i would hear it.

“Darling Jo, you know I adore you, but sometimes your logic just doesn’t make that much sense.”

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theyoungersebald :

             “I honestly have no clue, Mrs. Anwhistle. Can you please be specific?” she asked, trying to make sure her grammar was correct, knowing now was not the time for the correction of grammatical errors. Sally just stood there for a moment, caught off guard. All she could do was blink as she tried to formulate her next sentence. “H-How–” She stopped and collected herself, willing her voice not to shake before she posed her question, “How do you know about them?” she asked, her voice slightly shaking. Those letters had been her secret, a private thing that was for her eyes and knowledge only. “I don’t see how it could be any danger, Mrs. Anwhistle. They’re just letters…a secret admirer. A lot of girls have them at my age.”

      the elder woman’s tone shifted almost inhumanly from harping worry to curt wisdom.              ❝ I think you mean could, my dear. The proper sentence would be ‘ COULD you please be more specific ? ’. Not can. ❞      

      after her verbal footnote, however, her voice reverted back as quickly as it had changed in the first place, all worry & woe.               ❝ How, you ask ?  Have you any idea who this boy is ?  I think not. ❞           she declares, a quiver this time, instead of tonal shift.             ❝ He’s somehow figured out where you live, and you haven’t even SEEN him !!   He’s STALKING you !  HOW, she asks...   What if he wants to --- Oh, I can’t even bear to say it aloud. ❞

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    i literally just said  ‘ hyes !!! jo gets to correct someone’s grammar ‘  in an excited gremlin voice. ginger over @iinvisability can confirm what i’ve become.

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sebaldcoded :

             ‘…you’ll have to be a little more specific about what situation you’re referring to, JOSEPHINE.’

                    ❝ Your sister is going to be murdered. ❞

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theyoungersebald : 

           “Boy–? I don’t know–” Her brow furrowed in confusion.                 “Mrs. Anwhistle, what boy are you talking about? I know                   quite a few boys but I don’t think any of them could be                    called a creep…?” She couldn’t remember a time when                      she had been so utterly confused before. What had Mrs.                       Anwhistle found out that frightened her so? And who was                            the boy she mentioned?

            “…Wait, murderer? Mrs. Anwhistle, I have no idea who you                 are talking about? Who is a murderer?” She shook her head,                 trying to remain calm but that was no easy task when speaking                  with someone so afraid. “I’m sure contacting the authorities isn’t                     necessary. Maybe I can set things straight for you but I need to                        know who we’re talking about.” Sally was trying her hardest                           not to become frustrated thanks to her confusion but she was                                    failing.

   ❝ Do you not ? ❞           really ?  playing dumb didn’t seem to fit in with sally’s to do. her scrutiny is apparent as the worry lines collected on her brow, pooling into the middle like water on top of a tarp --- & figuratively just as heavy.         ❝ I know about the letters, young lady. ❞         the woman nearly whispers, her voice straining a crescendo of nerves until the very last word she speaks  ( in the next sentence )   is barely below a scream.       ❝ I know all about them, and I thought it would be obvious to you that you are in   DANGER ! ❞  

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                   ❝ Gustav !  We’ve got to    DO SOMETHING  !!  ❞ / @sebaldcoded

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 know this:   everyone all the time in a any way, shape or form, has done josephine a fRIGHTEN  

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theyoungersebald :

            Both Sally’s eyebrows raised at the exclaimed warning              from her fellow volunteer. “…I have no idea what you’re                 talking about, Mrs. Anwhistle.” she told her, keeping                  her voice calm, “Who do you stalking me?”

            ❝ That boy, that --- creep ! ❞      love letters are lovely little sweet nothings, & miss sebald had apparently received her fair share from an anonymous admirer   CRETIN,   but this was a matter of her SAFETY !   he already knows where she lives, what if he decides to sneak in one day & watch her sleep ?   poison her food ?  smother her with a pillow !?     

 josie seems to be the only one besides the misses’ own brother who objected to this union, & she is, for lack of a better term,   MORTIFIED.         ❝ Sally, I cannot stand idly by while you hand yourself over to a   MURDERER !   I’m --- I’m calling the authorities ! ❞         she hisses, eyes growing impossibly wide as she contemplates using the telephone. that simply won’t do.                 ❝ I’ll write a letter to them ! ❞             she corrects, deep breath in &             ❝ Oh, but that could take too long !   What if he strikes tonight ?  Oh no.  Oh, nonono....   I’ll --- I’ll....  I’ll ask your brother to contact the authorities !  ❞  

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            ❝ Sally !   can’t you see that he’s stalking you !? ❞     unless of course, sally  told  the ghost boy where she lives. which, in this case, seems highly unlikely as josephine  ( rightfully, this time )  deems it.  / @theyoungersebald

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batricee :

            “    I can’t say for certain, but perhaps it is because they lack the love of a wonderful woman.   ”

               BEATRICE GLANCED OVER TO THE ORGANISATION’S self-made jester, who was flailing wildly about, reciting some sonnet from Shakespeare to Georgina, though he had a few words mixed up, as was per usual, she remembered, from their youth. Eyes darted to her cousins ahead, playing cricket along the beach with Lemony. She smiled before turning back to Josephine.

            “    We could turn on the radio ?  ”

❝ That would be.. ❞        she trailed off, following bea’s gaze to the boys on the beach.  what a pair they were.    oh, ike.. her darling ike.    he’s as handsome as ever, silly plaid shorts & all. the girls’ smiles met as jo found her words.       ❝ ------ great.  That would be great. But, which genre ? ❞  

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jOSEPHINE CASH ME OUSSIDE HOWBOUT DAT?

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                      ❝ Beatrice,     I    heard     that unnecessary apostrophe. ❞       josie sighed, fingers massaging irritation out of her temples.        ❝ If you can tell me why most men on this Earth are so ------------ uncouth,   I’d be more than happy to listen. ❞    / @batricee