Part 66

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It is March 1st, 1825. (3 days before Hercules Mulligan dies)

I ran upstairs and told the children to stay here with Eliza. I grabbed Philip and we left to go visit Hercules Mulligan. He was dying so we went and visited him

We got there on the 3rd of March. We waited and waited and waited. I took care of Hercules while Philip was laying there in pain.

"Philip." I said

"Yes Beautiful?" He asked

"H-He's dead." I said

"What!" He said

"Why does everyone die around us?" I asked

"It's not our fault. He was 85." Philip said

"But what about Alexander? What about Rebecca? What about Alexander?" I said

"Ok, the Alexander's are different. They both got shot because they were stupid." Philip said

"Well I mean you aren't wrong about your father." I said

"Wow." Philip said

"Speaking of people who are dead to me, Thomas Jeffershit." I said pointing towards the man that was in the doorway

"Darlin' don't get so pissy." Thomas said coming into the room

"Call me pissy one more fucking time." I said clenching my fists

"Darlin' just stop trying to be so violent." Jeffershit said

"Stop talking to my wife like that!" Philip yelled

"Oh. You should've died the first time you dueled someone." Thomas said.

"Get out. A man died here today. PAY SOME FUCKING RESPECT!" I yelled

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