A Different Kind Of Revolution

Chapter 3

The two days since the encounter with Jacques has given Charles enough time to think about the proposal. It ended up taking up the time he had spend thinking about his future plans with out schooling. It has also come with the frequent sound of distant battles being fought. It turned Charles's stomach at the thought of this battle going much longer. It had to end soon. Again whispers of surrender from Washington passed through the streets. Even Charles had to admit that it was becoming impossible to carry on any more.

But it was the morning of the 27th. And Charles was found in what became a comfortable spot for him. Staring out at the window, pondering many things. At the time he was still seriously considering even going to this party. Charles was too fixated on his thoughts to even notice Abigail coming in to serve that mornings breakfast.

"Abigail, may I ask you something?" He spoke up, turning to look at the shocked slave girl, clearly shocked that some one asked her opinion on anything. He of course knew that she might not have the answer he would need or want but who else was he to ask?

"Of course, sir. " She said, placing the eggs in front of him

"What would you say if you received an invite from a near stranger to a party? Especially if the one doing the inviting happens to be some one who seems too be poor of character?' He asked, getting up to pace the room. Abigail watched with wide eyes as Charles walked away. She cleared her throat.

"Well, sir, if I may. I would find it strange of course. But, if I dare say." She proceeded with caution, not wanting to step out of line. Charles sighed.

"Oh honestly Abigail, there is no need to be so cautious around me. You're the only other person I ever speak too." He explained, causing his companion the smile kindly.

"Well since you asked. You do need to get out of this room. You're turning as pale as the mistress herself!" She said arms crossed. She did have a point. Charles's once golden skin has turned ashy in the following weeks since he's arrived to America. He again had returned to the habit of locking himself up in the inn since his last outing out of the inn.

"And if he invited you despite the fact you two barely know each other why would he do some in the first place?" she asked.

"He said it was to 'fix his bad first impression' from when we first met. It was a horrible one if I might add!" Charles elaborated. This caused Abigail to laugh and shake her head.

"Well Mr. Bellamy, it seems to be a good hearted gesture. I would go. Even if it was to get your head out of these silly books and thoughts of laws." She said, cleaning up the dishes from last night's dinner.

"Plus if I'm the only person you talk to it would do you right to make some more... appropriate friends" she said, just before leaving. The way she said it made Charles's heart drop. She did seem like such a wonderful person. He only wished she wasn't so afraid to show it.

The sun was already high in the sky by the time Charles had made his mind up to go to Jacques's party. Mostly cause he knew if he didn't he would never hear the end of it. He looked at himself up and down in the cracked mirror that was supplied in his room. The formal dress coat he wore seemed just a tad big. He had stolen it from his father. He flashed back to balls and galas that where held by his family. The women he would sweep of their feet and the men that would laugh at his crude jokes. How he would miss doing that. He was a new man here in America. But it was for the best, he would often tell himself.