Jamilton, a game

Chapter 8: beginning prep for Hamilton's friends

Laf's POV

"Hm.." I look at it carefully. "Looks alright as usual Joseph, I cannot set a table better than you can hmhm."

"Alright. Oh, and sir?"

"Yes Joseph?"

"Would you like it just to be your guests and you tonight? It would seem more honorable if it were just you and your guests."

"Hmhmhm, Joseph you know that if people don't like me for dining with my help then they should not be so rude as to scold me for the act. I would be delighted to have you all join us tonight."

"Yes sir." Joseph looks delighted as he walks away to get the silverware and all the dining material.

"Wow." Alexander says.

"What is it that amazes you mon amie?" I ask him.

"Well, I've only been to one rich person's house besides yours, I was younger and don't remember much. But I definitely remember that he refused to eat with his servants. Or at least refused to eat with them when company was around."

"Sadly there are many like that mon amie. I am one of the few that treat my help like family. And to be a little more clear, they are called help in my house, I refuse to call them servants. They do serve me, but I don't like calling them servants. They each have their own bedroom in the house, I still have plenty bedrooms as spares. The people who treat them differently I believe think that their servants are a lower life form than they are. Some will starve them for punishments. I simply would take privileges, but I rarely do that. They are very well behaved and are wonderful help." 

"I have so much to learn from you great sir."

"Hahaha would it be learning from past events? Or simply curious of the life I live compared to others?"

"I-I guess both heheh"

"D'accord mon amie hmhm." (Okay my friend)
"See, I'm sure your friends will be delighted with the home, though they may already be on their way, any who think I should not be dining with my lovely helpers should not come. Or should hold their tongue. Forgive me Alexander. That was unkind of me."

"It's fine, I take no offense to it."

I turn to him, smiling at the bright boy. He seems so happy and joyful, even though he lost that little bear that meant almost the world to him. I feel gratitude for the boy. It's easy to feel something like that for him, apparently unless you're Thomas Jefferson. I do wonder what that kid does sometimes. What his life is like.

Jefferson's POV

I get off the bus a bit after Lafayette and Hamilton get off the bus, and yes, I ride the same bus. Honestly, the Lafayette kid has a real nice place. I get home to my nice place as well, my lovely Monticello. I walk in the doors and there is a maid ready to take my coat. But this time I refuse.
"Not right now Charlotte. I'm going out again in a minute. I simply had to retrieve something."

"Of course sir."

I walk down the hall and to the garden I have. I take a variety of beautiful flowers and make two separate bouquets. The next thing I do is walk back to the front door with both of the bouquets. I hear a few of my servants whisper. They do this every time though, always saying things like; "Is he really going back again?" "I hear he cries there" "I thought I saw him at a graveyard".

"Servants." I say, my eyes closed, and head tilted in a slight downward position. "It is highly disrespectful to say such things about me. I am the head of this house, and you think it alright to say such things?"

"N-No sir! It-It was only rumor!" one of my male servants yell.

"Ah, I see. So would one of the rumors still be afloat that you wish I change my ways?"

The servants in the room start to feel nervous. I don't see them. But I can feel how nervous they are.

"I guess I outta tell you considering your rumors are true. Yet, I wonder how you all know. It went from me taking simple walks to rumors among you all that leads into knowing all those things. I believe I know the reason."

"What would be the reason my-" I cut off my servant.

"Richard. Come here, step forward."

One of my servants come forward.

"I know it was you who started the rumors. Each and every one of them. Don't think I'm not around when they first start to be told, or that I don't have eyes. Because I do."

The servants just stand there silent. Not making a single sound. Not going to do anything. They just stand there.

"Right then." I say as I walk out the door. 

I walk around the house for a few minutes. (Just to say this quickly. I know Jefferson's father was actually buried somewhere else and his mother might've been buried elsewhere as well. But just for the story then I'm gonna put them in a graveyard right near Monticello.) I walk down the driveway and down the street to a graveyard, still on my property, but a bigger graveyard lay right next to my own that I have. That I have for my family. I look at the entrance, then walk in. As I look around I find the rows of the Jefferson families. Jefferson's have been buried here for years. As I walk down I find my parents' graves. After finding them, I kneel down right in the middle of both of them.

".........hey.." I say weakly, I look up at the stone, but the second I see their names tears prick my eyes and I force myself to look away again.

"I.... I'm sorry... you probably find it a disgrace that I'm here.. especially after becoming the person I am... I-I made something for you. A peace offering. It's a little more than the usual. So I thought it'd better fit a peace offering. For all I've done to Hamilton.. and a few others.."

I feel nervous to. But I can't help but look up. I look up and see some sort of figure so I grab a mirror out of my pocket and turn around, after I turn around hoping to see them I do. But.. Mom is a little upset or nervous for me.. and dad.. as usual he knows what's happened.. he's giving a scolding look to me.. he never gave those unless he was terrible disappointed. My heart shatters at the thought of disappointing one of the most important men that ever lived to me.

Tears prick my eyes once more and I start to cry. I clench the mirror tightly and curl up into a ball and start crying. I cry hard, and for a bit.

Time skip to like 15 minutes when he finishes crying

I take the mirror and look back in it just as I finish. My father's face has lifted into a bit of a nicer state, and Mom is right behind me, trying to comfort me. I smile weakly at them. But they start to fade as the sun is covered by clouds.

"No... no no no!!!" I turn around and shake and tilt the mirror, hoping it would do something. But it does nothing and I can't see them anymore.

I hear something slowly start and it's wet. I understand that it's raining and I start to walk back. Crying halfway. The rest of the way I'm trying to cover up the fact that I was crying. When I get to the door. I open it, the maid takes my coat.

"Oh goodness sir! Are you alright? We were worried about you."

I don't even look at her. I go to my bedroom and don't even care to shut the door. All the servants know of me visiting my parents. So what is there to hide now? So I sit on the bed and curl into a ball, not quite crying yet, but almost to it.

"Is Mr. Jefferson alright?..." One of the servants ask.