The Raven

Chapter Thirteen: Blame

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Chapter Thirteen: Blame

Martha entered the room, and looked from me to him and back, probably wondering what was happening. Two people don’t just sit idly in an empty room, waiting for their host to return.

“Dinner will be ready soon, Thekla, do you wish to help out?” She asked.

“Yes, I will.” I answered.

In the kitchen Martha shot me a questioning glance. I looked away, Nathaniel was right, I didn’t know if I could trust her.

“You can trust me you know.” She said out of the blue, “It’s that, I know you don’t for whatever the reason. But you can.”

“I do trust you Miss Jennings, and I would tell you if there was something to say, but there isn’t anything.” I lied.

“Well, alright then, can you pass me the pot?”

I did, and we both engaged in cooking dinner. I had never cooked before, as we had a cook at home. Martha asked me to make potato puree, but I burned the hole pot of it. When I was done, we were both running out of the kitchen because of the smell. I wasn’t going to try that again for sure.

In a few hours, we all had dinner together. We ate silently, Nathaniel occasionally commenting on the goodness of the meals.

“This is delicious!” He said about the pork chops.

“Thank you.” Martha replied.

I chose to remain silent, chewing on vegetables. I wasn’t a big fan of meat, just chicken maybe, once in a while.

After dinner, Martha showed Nathaniel to his room.

“Am I to sleep here alone?” He asked.

“Yes, you are Mr. Greene.” Martha answered. I stood in the shadows.

“May I have another word with Miss Moore?” He said, glaring at me. I smiled awkwardly. His reaction was not something I had taken into account.

When the door was closed in front of poor Martha’s face it was my turn to glare.

“You are to sleep in this room.” Nathaniel commanded.

“First of all, it is very rude to close a door in front of someone’s face, especially a lady’s. Second of all, I will sleep in Martha’s room, so we can both get a good night’s rest. If I sleep here, I won’t be able to sleep properly at all, knowing there is a man sleeping in the very same room.” I was running out of breath.

“What if something will happen?”

“Nothing will happen Nathaniel. You can be sure of that.” I said, opening the door and prancing down the hallway. I turned once, facing the dazzled Nathaniel.

“Good-night Mr. Greene.” I told him, smiling dryly.

“Good-night.” I heard him faintly reply.

“Well…” Martha said when I got to her room.

I looked at her.

“He is very comfortable and he wanted to thank you personally, but I said that I would thank you for him. So, thank you!” I said anger still in my voice.