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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 2:16:41 GMT -5
*In a plain building back on the grounds, Kathleen wore a simple dress and bound her glorious golden hair back in clean rags. She rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, leaving her white arms bare. Her hands, used to hard work, easily scrubbed at the household's laundry, and she sang softly as she worked, though her throat still ached a bit from a bad bout of laryngitis that had made her put off her musical career for some time. The doctor had recommended she get away to the country to recover, so here she was at this fine estate.
Doing laundry.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 19, 2007 16:57:48 GMT -5
*Micaela still felt weird calling for her maid for the slightest thing, and she had a few whites that needed to be taken down the the laundry.*
*So it was for these reasons that she walked into the laundryhouse, in her nice mistress-of-the-house clothing, but carrying some white shirts and underthings that hadn't been taken down yet. She addressed Kathy.*
"Where should I put these?" *She asked, sticking her head out from the side of the laundry.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 16:59:48 GMT -5
"Oh! I can take them, my lady," *said Kathy in her lilting Irish accent, rushing over to relieve her of the burden.* "You needn't have troubled yourself..."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 19, 2007 17:01:23 GMT -5
*She laughed sweetly.*
"Oh no, it was no problem. I didn't want to trouble anyone--and please, don't call me My Lady... makes me sound like some kind of dowager."
*Her voice only held the slightest trace of an Irish accent... it was tending to turn British the longer she was here.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 17:07:09 GMT -5
*Kathy curtsied.* "But it's your place to...depend upon those in your employ," *she said delicately.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 19, 2007 17:09:51 GMT -5
*She smiled sheepishly.*
"Well, I didn't exactly grow up depending on people. I'm used to doing some things. Besides--everyone's busy. It's just a little laundry, and I was on my way to the stables anyway!" *She said brightly.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 17:12:21 GMT -5
"Oh, well...I'm sure you know best," *said Kathy, blushing a bit with surprise that the lady of the house was so open and friendly.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 19, 2007 17:25:32 GMT -5
*She shrugged.*
"That's what everyone keeps saying. Except Danvers."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 17:27:57 GMT -5
"They be right, Missus."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 19, 2007 17:29:41 GMT -5
*She laughed.*
"Well, I'm off to the stables. It was nice talking to you... I've gotta check up on my horses. Our stable master, Michael McNamara, is visiting home." *She explained.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 17:36:17 GMT -5
*Kathy nodded, but stopped short.*
"--I beg your pardon, my la--missus, but...did you say Michael MacNamara was his name?"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 19, 2007 17:38:18 GMT -5
*She stopped and turned.*
"Uh-huh. He's a friend of my family's--the McNamaras have helped our family on our horse farm for ages back in Ireland. He was looking for a job, and I had one open, so it worked out."
*She tilted her head to the side.* "Why do you ask?"
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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 17:39:59 GMT -5
"I...I...nuthin'. Oh--" *she blinked and rolled her eyes with a smile.* "I must just be goin' fair daft in the heat o' the room. Beggin' yer pardon, missus. I'm certain I must be thinkin' o' someone else."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 19, 2007 17:41:17 GMT -5
*She shrugged.*
"Heekin's my maiden name... do you think we might be talking about the same person? Your accent certainly attests that we might be."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 19, 2007 17:44:23 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know. I knew someone named Michael McNamara years ago...but his family left the village to...well, I don't know where. We were both wee children, then. I doubt it's the same person--and if it were, he wouldn't remember me." *she said, brushing a strand of golden hair from her eyes with a smile, turning more Leroux!Christine by the second.*
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