The Quartering Act

Prologue

"Grandmother?" Jane asked. "Why does it rain."

"Well." Her grandmother began. As she tucked Jane into bed. "Why do you believe that it rains?"

Jane thought for a second. "Well I think that it shows that there can be storms in life."

Her grandmother sighed and sat down. "Yes there can be storms in life. But life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass it's about learning to dance in the rain."

"Where did you learn that?" Asked Jane.

"Someone once taught it to me." Her grandmother replied.
"Who?" Jane sat up.

Her grandmother couldn't help but give a little half hearted chuckle. "His name was William. I knew him a long time ago."

"What was he like?" Jane said gaining interest.

"Well let me think." Her grandmother taped a finger on her chin. "He was sweet, funny, no cowered, and to me he was practically perfect."

Jane smiled at the sight of her grandmother like this. "What did other people think of him?"

"Well." Her grandmother began. "Let's just say that no one was sad to see him die except for me."