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Large hands shook Suzanna out of her deep sleep. The sun beaming through the window seemed too bright for this early in the morning. A groan escaped her mouth followed by a rough pull on her hair. "Ow!" she exclaimed trying to defend against her assaulter.
"Get up, you lazy good for nothin', I should have you whipped. What did you do, steal some ale?!"
Suzanna moaned trying to piece together her surroundings, and the person who was now dragging her out of her bed by her feet. "What?"
"You're late for work. I'm kind enough to let you stay here, and this is how you repay me. Get up, and I expect you down in five minutes, or you won't have a job nor a roof o'er your head. Get to work!"
Now Suzanna recognized the voice, it was that of the manager, and realized that she had slept all day. She cringed as the door slammed shut. Her eyes were fuzzy still, with sleep hanging in their depths, so still on the floor where the manager had left her she crawled feeling for her apron and work dress. Quickly she donned on her attire and brushed up her tangled hair into a tight knot. Suddenly she searched around the room for S'lena. She wasn't in the bed, but her clothes were still there by the bedside. Lena where are you? There was no note to tell where she might be. Suzanna rushed down the back stairs that led to the kitchen of the tavern. There the cook bustled around to prepare for the rush of costomers, then catching sight of Suzanna started barking orders. "Umm... I, Have you seen my daughter?" Suzanna interupted the cook.
"You've lost 'er 'ave ya? Well yeah, I seen her this mornin' when sh' came down fer breakfas'. Then sh' went off, no tellin' where."
Before the cook even finished her sentence Suzanna was out the door into the street. As far as she knew, S'lena was still in her pajamas kidnapped or something, while Suzanna slept oblivious of anything. Suzanna stopped running, which unconciously she'd been doing, in front of John's home. She rang the bell, and a servant answered the door.
"What do you want?" the servant asked in a strict voice, wrinkling her nose at Suzannas tattered appearance.
"Um, yes is my daughter here, S'lena, Lena.... um she's gone and I was hopin'... I..." Suzanna was near tears. If her daughter wasn't here, then where else could she be, she had to be here.
 Cenendra · Tue Jan 02, 2007 @ 11:10pm · 0 Comments |
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