Mr. Quinton sat at a desk with ledgers spread out in front of him. As she entered the room he removed his reading glasses, casting his brown-eyed gaze fully upon her. Suzanna was intimidated by this broad shouldered important man. With a mere grunt he could have her thrown into the alley or taken away by the authorities.
"Sit," he commanded, and she did as she was told, wanting to look into her lap but unable to break eye contact with this man. "So you're the dear girl's mother are you?" He held up a hand to silence her when she opened her mouth to respond. He obviously did not want comment. "S'lena comes here often and plays with my son," Suzanna's heart leapt. He did know where her daughter was, "I do not mind of course for she is a well minded girl. You have at least taught her one thing right. However, I must dissaprove of your work and how you let that girl live in a tavern. It is not proper for a young lady who wants to be an upstanding citizen to spend so much time in those vial surroundings. That being said I want to know more about you. Tell me..."
"Excuse me sir, but please first tell me if my daughter is well. I have been so worried and if you don't know where she is then I must continue my search, if anything should happen to her I... I don't know how I could live without her, so please tell me is she alright, is she here?" Everything came out in a rush. Tears welled up, suspended in the pool of her eyes while she waited for an answer.
"Yes your daughter is here and she is fine. She's spent the whole day with my son and his cousins who are visiting from England. Now back to my..."
Relief shuddered through Suzanna's body as the tears poured down her face. Through her sobs of joy she managed to plead to see her daughter. She had feared the worse, but her dear sweet Lena was safe and happy.
 Cenendra · Fri Dec 14, 2007 @ 03:51am · 0 Comments |
