𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑻

♱♱

𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑷𝑶𝑽

Miss Polly and my aunt were still in their original spots, drinking tea and smoking.

"Oh good, the rain has stopped." I catch their attention. "Didn't know I took that long to clean myself up."
"I'm glad the rain is stopped, any more time with the children in the house then we'll have no more furniture." Aunt Beatrice chuckles and Miss Polly follows along.
"I can't stand having my boys in the house for a long time." I walk past the laughing ladies to fix myself some tea. "Oh Salomé deliver this to your uncle, he has been shut in." Aunt Beatrice points to a tray of steamy food. "The man has caught a bad cough, I told him to cover his face when at the mill." Sucking her teeth and shaking her head she turns back to Aunt Polly.
"Why can't Joannes and Louis do it their more kin to him than me." I murmured to myself.
"What was that Salomé?" I quickly let out a "nothing".
"I just need Joannes or Louis to help me with the door." I recover quickly.
"Joannes!" Aunt Beatrice yells making me grimace from her loud voice.
"Yes!" Joannes runs into the kitchen.
"Help Salomé deliver this to your father." Aunt Beatrice points at me with the cigarette in her hand.

Joannes helps me outside by holding the door for me. I walk carefully towards the Duplantier home, catching sight of Michael and John leaning against a car smoking & chatting with each other.
The Duplantier home was similar to mine but theirs was more cluttered and dirty. Since it's only men living here I'm not surprised but you could see that Aunt Beatrice comes over to help clean when she wasn't occupied with her family.

"Uncle Robert, Aunt Beatrice made you some porridge." I walk over to Uncle Robert bedside and Joannes just stood by the doorway. Uncle Robert leans over on his back and I catch sight of his face.
He had purple and blue bruises on his face and a busted lip.
"Lord have mercy, what happened to you?" I place the tray down on the bedside table, putting my hand gently on his face.
Uncle Robert gives me a sorrow look holding my hand.
"Those Peaky bastards did that to him." I look back at Joannes.
"What do you mean?"
"Pa took a loan from the Shelby's, took a little to long with the money." Joannes lights up a cigarette as he spoke with nothing but anger in his voice.
I look back at Uncle Robert feeling nothing but pity for him. Even though Uncle Robert could be questionable I still love him very much and would hate to see anything happen to him.
"How dare they do this to you." I was starting to put the pieces together on the Peaky Blinders.
Uncle Robert squeezes my hand. "Salomé do not retaliate, I don't want them to hurt you." I bite my lip. "Please, do it for your father." I feel my anger subside. "You are all he has, Alphonse cannot loss anymore of his family." I place a light kiss on Uncle Robert's hand.
"Eat your soup and take this medicine, I'll be back to pick up the dishes." I stand up from the bed.
Looking at Joannes, we both make eye contact. Joannes shakes his head for me to not do anything.