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Looking at my reflection in the mirror it would be clear as day to anyone I was crying. I let out a exhausted sigh, when would this crying stop. Knowing that my mother would not approve of me crying over her, it's what she told me after we had attended a family friend funeral.
"Salomé when I go-" I look at her confused as we washed the dishes "Mama don't speak like that, you won't be leaving anytime soon." I shake my head looking down at the dish I was cleaning. "Salomé just listen." I knew she was serious by her stern voice, she takes my chin in her hand. "When I go, I do not want you to weep over me but smile over me. I want you to mourn me with happiness not sadness, you hear me." I nod my head, unsure why she was talking like this.
Why didn't I listen to her. Tuning out the loud chatter from downstairs I turn on the water faucet and splash my face with cool water, a trick I learned from one of my friends back home. Turning the water off I use the handkerchief given to me and dry off my face lightly. The redness & puffiness was only slightly there, someone would have to be close in my face to have noticed it now.
Walking down the rickety stairs carefully I stop when I hear the system voice of Miss Polly.
"I reckon it's three-to-one that there'll be a revolution." Miss Polly says.
"I wouldn't bet on that." That voice belonged to Tommy Shelby.
"That copper's betting on it, he's not going to rest until he gets his guns back. Especially since his favorite rich girl left him." Miss Polly was telling him about what happened earlier in the church. The "rich girl" was brought up again, The Shelby's and Inspector Campbell must've had a shared history with this mystery lady.
There was silence, I started panicking thinking they must've heard me.
"Did he talk to ya Pol?" Tommy speaks up again breaking the silence
"In the church." The poor church, made a mess of by those heartless coppers.
"Did he talk to Salomé?" I lean in closer hearing my name now.
"No." Miss Polly simply answers, slightly telling the truth.
"What about our Ada?" I remember Ada Thorne, well maiden name Shelby. She was the younger sister of the Shelby brothers. Ada Thorne was married to some man and had a baby son, gossip from Clara she filled me in about the Shelby's.
