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"Do you remember anything?"

"I-i- don't remember anything, I don't remember how I even got there or why I'm wearing men's clothing." I blurted out, trying to seem acquainted with the times. My pants and polo shirt are considered men's clothing in this time, so... Does that mean I have to wear dresses? Damn, we really developed.

"Dear, I can bring you a dress," Martha said, turning to James "I'll go make dinner, you should watch her." She said a little quieter.
She began to walk out of the room, the door creaking loudly, before she could even step foot outside of the room a boy that looked about my age quickly walked in to talk to James.
"The doctor is out on a different call, he can't come until later today." He quickly said to James.
"Ok, oh, " James said, turning to me." Gorge, this is marry. Marry, this is my son, gorge."
George nodded at me with an awkward smile, I returned the smile.
While this was going on, I guess I hadn't noticed Martha leaving the room, she walked in holding an arrangement of clothing.
"Put this on, marry," she said, handing me the clothing with a smile.
"Thank you, thank you so much," I said.
"Everyone, out of the room!" She said, dragging the boys by the wrist and winking at me, I smiled at her attempt to lighten the mood.
The second the loud door closed the reality of the situation settled in.
"Oh my God, " I quietly muttered out.
I felt so confused and panicked.
My mind racing on what would happen if I let anything from "the future" slip. What is they think I'm a witch or something? Or was that year's ago? STILL! I silently panicked to myself until I realized I was probably taking to long.
I started to slip off my clothes and change.
Figuring out the corset and ruffles on the dress took me a while, but I think I got it. The clothes Martha gave me were slightly loose but fit pretty well to my surprise.
I hesitantly walked out of the room.
I maneuvered my way through the hall and found my way to the kitchen, I spotted Martha, she was making something.
"Do you need help?" I asked.
Martha let out a slight chuckle,
"Do you mind?" She asked
"Not at all!" I said.
She began to hand me a plank of timber with a wild onion on it and a knife.
"Can you please chop this?"
"Of course" I quickly responded.
I decided to strike up a conversation.
"So, what has been going on here in New York? I don't remember anything." I said, hoping that she wouldn't catch the "I don't remember anything"
Luckily she didn't.
She giggled.
"War, lots of war, one of my boys are with the Continental army, gorge is just visiting us before he leaves for college." She said.
Oh yeah, there was a frikin war, and now I'm here, in the war, wow.
At least I know who is going to win, but still, it wouldn't help.
"Have you seen your son lately?" I asked innocently.
"I wrote a letter and I'm just waiting for a response." She replied
I nodded.
"Ok, these are done," I said placing the knife on the plank.
"Oh, ok, you chop this meat into cubes," Martha replied, handing me a new knife and switching out the boards.
I got to work on the meat, it didn't seem like a chicken or beef so I was quite confused about what it would taste like.
"What kind of meat is this?" I asked.
"Oh, it's rabbit. A bit cheaper than beef at the market but tastes the same, " she said smiling, looking proud of herself. Her innocent stare melting the reality of what was happening.
After I finished cutting up several veggies, I was called out of the kitchen by gorge, he seemed intrigued by me, like I was a unicorn or something.
He gestured for me to sit by him in the cozy living room.
"So, your name is marry, right?"
I shot him a confused look then quickly realized that the family knows me by a fake name.
"Yes, that's my name. Your gorge, correct?" I asked jokingly mocking him.
He smirked.
"Do you know how you got here?"
He asked
"Martha told me that they found me in an alley on their way back from the market," I said truthfully.
"Hm" he muttered.
"There's something about you that seems.... Odd." He said in an honest tone.
I began to get nervous as he analyzed me like Sherlock looking at a case.
"Sherlock" I mumbled to myself accidentally.
Gorge had heard me and shot me a confused look.
Oh yeah, Sherlock books weren't made until the late 1800s... Great...
"Oh sorry, I tend to say the first thing that comes to mind.." I quickly said, trying not to let another thing slip.
Before Gorge could go on Martha called everyone into the dining room.
Their house was small and cozy but had quite a few rooms.
We all sat at the table, Martha pulled out a seat for me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Also you do have a beautiful home," I said, trying to start a conversation that didn't involve what happened to me.
"Thank you marry. But no need for formalities." Said, Martha.
We all now had full plates.
Gorge held out his hands, one for me and one for James., they wanted to do a prayer.
I grabbed his hand and Marthas.
James began the prayer.
I tuned out their prayer and did a prayer of my own.... Kind of.
I was begging to get out of here. Begging to get sent back to my time and hoping this family doesn't report me or something.
When James said amen everyone, including me, did as well.
We began to dive into our food.
I took a bite and was pleasantly surprised.
"Martha, you are an incredible cook," I said, making sure not to speak with my mouth full.
"Thank you, but it wouldn't have been ready so fast if you hadn't helped."
She said, smiling at me.
I smiled back.
Normally I was a very social person, but these people can't have the same conversations that I and people back home would have.
We all finished dinner and I helped clean up after.
Once we finished there was a knock on the door. James opened it and was met by a medic.
Ohhh boy....

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