From The Journal Of Lorraine Ellis

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From The Journal Of Lorraine Ellis

April 2, 1925



I have a feeling I will always be, in some way, mad at Jesse Gordon. Even though we have grown closer over the last months, the man is just as infuriating as the day I met him and he kept calling me 'lady,' which he still does to this day.

Which is how our latest of petty fights began.

I must admit, I was not in the best of moods, especially when we are nowhere near getting the final key.

Jesse still could not get over seeing me locked up for robbery. He and Father still like to have a good laugh about it, even when Jesse and I left to go back to London on a passenger ship. Sharing an estate room with him, though there were two bedrooms, did not dull the smiles he would give me, like he could not stop thinking of that night. Then he would laugh.

He stopped laughing when I threw my book at him. I never yell, but everything I was frustrated over came spilling out then. He stood there, taking it, until I told him – yelled at him – that I hated him.

And completely stopped the moment the words left my lips.

The look he gave me then broke my heart and I immediately told him that I did not mean it, not one word. I rushed for him, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt, and begged him to forgive me for the awful thing I said.

To which he replied, "It's a good thing I love you something fierce then, huh, lady? 'Cause there's nothing to forgive."

Right there, he gathered me in his arms and kissed me soundly.

I only pulled back enough to tell him I loved him, too, then kissed him again. 

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