Emma and James are happily married and expecting their life to change in 1920. Emma expects her life to be blissful with the news of a baby on the way, but things in the Crawley family never stay serene when they are faced with challenges that threa...
Hello everyone, I am back and I apologize for not updating sooner. But I had rather unhappy about this chapter and I had been trying to edit and re-edit and I am still not satisfied with the end result. It's basically a filler episode.
It has been a crazy two weeks where my friend is due to have a baby and catch up with some friends I hadn't seen for months due to distance and I had just booked an appointment for dog to update his vaccination.
Anyways, enjoy chapter 6 - Verdict.
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Early June 1920. It had been about a week since Sybil had passed and the funeral was finally over. People from all over England had come over to pay their respects, some that even Emma had never met or spoken too. Sybil was buried in the grounds of Ripon Church, it was also the place where she had been christened when she was a baby. She remembered very well when the priest flickered holy water on Sybil's head and she had giggled, she made everyone laugh.
Emma had clutched on James's hand as the funeral procession had begun. She had heard muffled cries at the beginning of the sermon, although it died down and it was quiet. Emma could drop a pin and the church would hear it echo, there was no baby's laughter. Emma watched as her sister's casket was buried in the grounds under the sparkling sun. Emma thought she was living in a witch's curse. She thought if Sybil was alive, what would be doing, probably being adored by everyone and looking after her daughter. Instead, she was placed in a box for all eternity, robbed for living a short life.
Right after the procession, Emma was feeling rather tired. She was already feeling her baby kicking stronger from the past two days and she took a short nap. She had awakened before dinner and tried to eat, but it was like chewing on carpet and Emma gave up, instead she went upstairs and read one of James' books about farming. She was curious that James had a book about farming. She knew he had not expressed any interest in farm labour at all.
The door knocked and Emma replied, 'Come in.'
Anna came in and Emma got up so that Anna can help undress her from her black frock to a silk white nightgown. They talked about the evidence she had given to Murray a week ago. Anna had told Emma what she had found out from Mrs. Bartlett, a neighbour of the late Mrs. Bates on the last night of her life.
'But I don't understand why they haven't released him yet.' Emma said.
'Mr. Murray hasn't been to see Mrs. Bartlett yet, and when he does, she may not want to repeat the things she said to me.'
'Well, she should tell the truth.' Emma said, squirting a bottle of moisturizer into her hand.
'Even then,' said Anna, 'Would we have enough to overturn the verdict? How can we prove she was cooking the pie and not something else?'
