Washington's Mistress

T.W.O

“C’mon dear I know you can hear me. The general is very worried about your well-being.” I felt a few quick slaps against my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. In no way was this my hospital room anymore. It was dimly lit with a few candles and there was a filmy canopy hanging over the wooden posts of the bed frame.

The woman sitting in front of me was older with a few deep wrinkles lining her heart shaped face. She wore a dress with an apron in the front and a Brunswick on her head. The only reason I know that was because I was completely obsessed with the history of women’s fashion through the ages.

“Where am I, and why are you dressed like that?” I asked while trying to sit up in my bed.

“You are at Mt. Vernon dear, George Washington’s Home, sweat heart.” She got up and walked over to a dresser in the far corner of the room. “Now tell me, do you like the color grey and pink or a more subtle white and green?” she held up to dresses. One was more decorative with pink bows on the sleeves and neck while the other was simply white with a green sash going around the waist.

“I think I like the green one more thank you.” I looked down noticing that the blankets covering me had fallen away, showing and ample portion on my chest to the world. I quickly grabbed the blankets back up. “Where did my clothes go?”

 “Those were clothes? If that’s what you consider clothes then I don’t know what to tell you. I threw them away when Mr. Washington came home with you,” she turned to me laughing. “You should have seen that poor man, he was just stumbling all over himself trying not to look at you as he carried you through the house with your little paper dress on. He is such a sweet young man.”

“What do you mean he was stumbling all over himself? It was just a paper thingy.”  I don’t see why the guy was freaking out so much.

“Honey Mr. Washington does not take kindly to looking at a young woman if he is not married to her first. He is a very good and moral man. I hope that when you go and talk to him that you will be very kind to him and I hope you did not take offense to him bringing you here. He said that you looked very sickly.” She laid the white dress on the edge of the bed. “Please get dressed; it’s just about dinner time.”

She pulled me up and helped me over to a small Vanity near the window. “You seem much too weak so I will help you with your hair and anything else.” She handed me a under dress to put on. I quickly slipped it over my head and she instantly went to work on my hair.

After a lot of pulling and tugging she had triumphantly twisted and braided my hair into a beautiful up do that had some loose strands dangling beside my face. Over all it was very beautiful and I was completely surprised she could do some much in so little time.

“Thank you so much, it’s very beautiful.”   

 “Don’t thank me yet, wait till our dear Washington sees you. He is going to be absolutely besotted with himself.”

Wait did she mean the Washington I was thinking of? Oh my God it just dawned on me who exactly she as talking about! She meant George Washington, The commander of the American Army, The man who signed the Declaration of Independence, Americas very first President! Sweet Jesus I think I’m going to faint.