A Turning of the Tide
Date: 13th of June, 1904 Place: Fairford House, St Maur Status: Closed for @cescapist
Zachariah took the first train home on Monday morning. He already felt he'd tarried in London too long. He arrived home before noon. Approaching the house he'd felt an odd mix of apprehension and relief. He knew that talking to Benny would lift so much weight from his shoulders, but they were big words he had to say, and though he was fairly certain Benny would take them well, there was no certainty.
He was already taking off his coat and hat as he came through the entrance, a maid scurried to take them, clearly not expecting his haste. "Is Ebenezer at home?" He asked, but barely waiting for a reply as he headed to the dining room. "Yes sir, he's just-" The maid's slightly anxious voice followed him but cut off when Zachariah disappeared through the door.
Even at first glance, there was no mistaking the man sitting at their table for Ebenezer. He stopped in his tracks. Their guest was sitting there, fairly dishevelled, in the state of undress you might relax into when you were not expecting to see anyone. Zachariah blinked. Then nodded. "Good morning Valentin." With that, he made as if to turn but then stopped. "I'm just going to speak with Benny, I assume he's upstairs but, ah- please enjoy your breakfast, we shouldn't be too long."
Any script he had in his head had been blown far away now, so he climbed the stairs empty-headed, with only finding Benny as his goal. As such he didn't pause to knock at Benny's door, but entered unannounced, and sat down heavily in a chair. He nodded to himself a few times, aware Benny was there, but needing a second to collect himself.
When he finally looked up, his eyes found Benny, his lips pursed with held-back emotion. How did he start? "I made a lot of mistakes the last time I was here." He paused, what came next? "And I- well I need to apologise."










