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Oh but there are so many! I want balls where George tries to find Patsy a suitor, I want quiet talks by the fireplace, I want George introducing Patsy to Hamilton, I want Patsy doting over George when he is the one ill for once. If I am to chose one that I want most it would be George taking Patsy on his round to all their farms, teaching her alongside Jacky to know the land they live on.

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          ✒️ “It’s nice to see you here, Patsy.                    I trust you’re doing well?”

     Alexander extended his hand to her, waiting for her to take it. A charmer as always, he smiled as he glanced over her. She did look well, and that was always a good sign. He knew how the general worried and fussed over her, especially from some of the letters he’d come across in working with him. Plus, they weren’t exactly strangers themselves.

     He meant what he said about being glad to see her, and since she liked dancing, as far as he knew, he was hoping she would be present.

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It had been a long day for Forrest, he’d been assigned guard duty and had been on his feet for nearly 14 hours, and when it ended, all he wanted to do was go back to his tent and sleep.  Normally he’d have gone straight back, but he knew a decent number of the camp followers and earlier in the day, some of them had invited him to come and eat with a large group of them, and he’d agreed to come.  Part of him wanted to just pretend he’d forgotten the invitation, but his stomach was growling and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop by and at least grab a little bit of food before he slept.  After talking with a few of the older women, who seemed to find him adorable, he wolfed down all the food he’d been given and decided to stick around and socialize, rather than sleep. 

Approaching several other young people who were settled around a fire, Forrest smiled at a young lady who had a empty seat next to her and asked, in a rather tired voice, “Hello, do you mind if I join you here?  It’s been a very long day.” 

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A Christmas tale

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Silver-like shimmer, wind whistling a tune to the ringing of sleigh-bells. Snow crunched and glimmered on the biting cold Christmas Eve. Mount Vernon was white like a bride in church. The sun had already passed two thirds of its daily journey when Washington rode in to witness the sight. He sighed in admiration, releasing a cloud of breath. There was truly no place like home.

Martha met him inside, welcoming him with a smile before complaining that he had been gone half the day. “Could you not have send someone to do it?” She asked him, although she knew he couldn’t have. “Christmas is a time for family, not politics!” George assured her that now he was here to stay and devote all his time to her and the children. That was when she told him of Patsy’s last fit: it had occurred during the day when he was away.

The rosiness of his cheeks paled after the news and he went straight to his step-daughter’s chamber. He did not even bother to change his traveling clothes before going to her. A heaviness of heart was heard in each step he took. Why could his little girl not have peace at least during the celebrations? Would she even be able to play with the guests that were to arrive the next day, or would she be bed-ridden throughout the holiday? Washington stopped before the door, took a deep breath and tried to chase his worries away. In the end, all that was needed to put a smile on his face was the vision of Patsy’s face, even if that smile was thinly veiled with pain.

“My dearest Patsy,” he murmured and sank down on his knees by her bed. “My beautiful Patsy, I would give you a kiss, but my lips are still cold from the ride.” His eyes glittered brightly when he looked at the little girl, secret tears gathering behind eye-lashes. “How do you feel?”

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For a child he has not borne, Washington finds himself increasingly fractured with grief and worry over the young girl. He fears every day he will not be allowed to watch her move into womanhood, would be unable to grant the most lucky man of all her hand. Her fits have grown, the convulsions frequent and unrelenting. This particular time it wasn’t as brutal. Not as daunting. For it he’s thankful. Her strength is of a small amount and he wonders if he has granted too much stress upon her, if he has pushed too far, asked too much of Patsy (of his daughter). His hand, large holds the back of her head, caressing so she should not slam it, but it is all he can do. Nothing more to make it stop. To wait it out was what the physician had said. He’d founded and procured every one of renown in the colony. Everything in his ever seeming limited power. Her reassurances do nothing to quell his worry. Stern in his strictness, he’d always fared Martha’s children with a tempered hand. Patsy had always gained more leeway than her sibling, the boy had often shown him petulance for such treatment.  His frown sets heavy in it’s place in his expression and George can not bring himself to grant it. They’re still close enough to the grounds. Close enough to the physician that it feels safe, should anything tragic occur.  “No my dear, I do not think it is best.”