Excerpts From Books/stories I'll Never Write

Helper

"Thanks Jack!" Felisity waved to the teen as he disappeared into the orphanage stables with Tempest. She herself headed towards the inviting doors of the kitchens. She was greeted by the comforting sight of Amelia and Rosalia drinking tea by the glowing fire. As soon as the door creaked open Rosalia rushed to help the soaking figure of her friend.

"Hello, Mam. Cook. Good evening, Rosalia. How is your mother? Gotten over her cold, I hope?" Felisity kissed her friend on both her cheeks as was the custom of the red head's homeland.

"Good evening? You're drenched!" Rosalia all but dragged the cloak off of her friend. "Yes, Maman is better, thank you. You, on the other hand, look rather pale. But that's for later. Go to the girls. They refuse to go to bed without your stories." Felisity looked to the cook for confirmation. A slight smirk creeping into her smile.

"It's true, miss." Amelia chuckled over her tea. "They're more stubborn than a heard of old goats."

"In that case, I should put them to rest. Before Madame Richardson reaches for her ruler." She laughed. As she turned to go upstairs she caught Rosalia and Amelia exchange secretive smiles.

As soon as she stepped into the second storey hall she understood those sly grins.

"Felisity look!"

"She's so pink!"

"Her name is Lina!"

Cries of joy and excitement filled the hallway. Felisity was pushed,pulled, and tugged by the small hands. When the storm of night dresses cleared she saw Mary holding the 11th member of Madame Durand's Orphanage for Little Girls.