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"Till death to us part" - Francis Shelby
Last night had been an eventful one. Thomas killed a man. Polly had spoken to a woman who claimed she could speak to the dead, a sp called medium. It Brought pain into polly's life once more... she brought back the past.
If Polly had any sense in her she would have known not to go, but that one part that yearned to know the truth beamed a light directly to the woman's house. A small part of her had hoped that her children were still alive. That woman broke that hope. She told Polly that there was someone wanting to speak with her- a young girl, slightly younger than Francis, wanted to speak.
Her daughter.
The girl would visit Polly in her dreams, tell her she's passed on. Polly had an inkling that it was her daughter but was the woman confirmed it.
Francis had stayed all night cradling the older women in her arms, as if she were a baby, protecting her. For the first time in a long time Polly got to feel. Truly feel, and feelings hurt.
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Francis was checking over the books and writing down what bets were placed and when and if any bets seemed out of the ordinary when the silent air was sliced.
"Has Polly spoken to you?" Esme asked out of the blue.
Francis lifted her head to look at the girl "about what?"
She asked "well us gypsy we talk you know. Gypsy women are gossip by nature" esme continued to talk.
Francis shook her head and looked back down at her paper "I don't want to hear about this. Gossip is nothing but trouble." She waved her hand to move away from the conversation.
A loud sigh sounded from the betting shop doors, a sigh known to only emit from one woman and one woman only.
"Aunt pol?!" Francis shouted to the person without lifting her head.
"Yes," Polly was blunt with her answer.
As she walked through the doors the pair noticed her ruffled hair saddened features and puffy eyes. She had an eventful morning. Polly walked over to Fran's desk reached under the table and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
"When did that get there?" Francis questioned and looked up at Polly with a confused glare.
Polly drew her lips tight "I put it there 'cus Thomas wont go looking there" she stated as if it was obvious. "Why you dressed like that?" The woman shot back motioning to the girls deep purple dress pants, white blouse and fur jacket slung over the back of her chair.
