Hannah the Founding Mother

Chapter 3 Sugar Act

This time, instead of finding herself in the brick alleyway, she found herself in the cellar of a candy store. She looked at her watch and the year read, '1764.' Hearing raised voices, she climbed up a staircase and into the store, where the owner's wife was in a heated discussion with a customer. "Now that Britain passed that infernal 'Sugar Act', it's been IMPOSSIBLE to manage the business and I'm sure we'll go bankrupt any day now!"

"Well," the man said, "Britain needs its taxes to function properly, and sugar, wine, molasses, and coffee are the main imports. In order to protect-"

"Protect - hah! Britain's been leeching money out of us since the very first day!" she interrupted, looking about ready to explode.

"May I remind you, woman, that you are only here to manage your husband's house and take care of his children. You have no right to talk about this when you are not involved in the affairs of men!" the man continued. Hannah remembered that women were not considered active speakers or activists, and realized a child such as her would not be treated fairly when it came to what she had to say.  She wrote the information down on her notepad and also recorded the year.  As she was walking around, Steve close behind, she saw that some people were boycotting sugar, molasses, coffee, and wine. Stores had signs that said, "Closed on account of boycott."

Suddenly, she thought she saw a tall, dark-haired man-Mitch! She followed him to a strange building, he suspiciously looks around, then disappeared behind it. She trotted after him and hid behind a few wooden crates. The crates have a label that say, 'imported sugar.' She peered over them and saw more redcoats with Mitch.

"The colonists are restless and they are being very uncooperative with the British government," Mitch spat.

"AHA!" Hannah screeched making a few soldiers jump, "So you ARE working for the redcoats!"

Mitch shouts in reply, "GET HER!!!!!! She cannot know!" All of the soldiers pick up their guns and sprint after Hannah. Looking for a place to hide, she dashes toward an open door and makes it just in time. When she looks up again, she is running through a familiar place.