I went through the rest of the day in a haze, I was there but I wasn’t really there. I still couldn’t get over the fact that my mother had practically sold me to Count Ferson in exchange for him providing her with financial aid. That night I went to bed straight after supper.
I rose early Tuesday morning; the sun had not yet risen in the sky. I quickly got ready and picked up my bag that I had packed last night; I hid the bag under the blanket I was carrying. I walked down the stairs I was sure that I would not be seen. I was almost to the front doors when my mother walked towards me. She hurried towards me.
“Annabella” she called out “I’m so glad caught you before you left”
“Good morning Mother”
“Yes, yes good morning” she waved my greeting aside. “You need to get me a new dress, we’re having a party in a few weeks”
“What sort of dress do you want?” I asked her
“I already ordered it months ago you just have to pick it up from ‘Gloria’s’”
“Um...okay” I said. I was deliberately being nice so I do not arouse her suspicion about my leaving. “Okay mother if that is all I really must be off” I turned to leave.
“Why do you have a blanket?” My mother asked looking at the hand that held my suitcase covered by a blanket. My face went pale and a chill ran down my spine. I didn’t have a plausible excuse so I just looked at her.
“well?” my mother said becoming annoyed.
“Um... I was thinking about having lunch in the park, while I wait for the shopping to be packaged” I said quickly.
“Right” she said “Do what you want just don’t forget anything”
“I won’t”
“well then, I’ll see you when you get back”
I reached out and hugged her just quickly, she didn’t hug me back. If I was never going to see her again I at least wanted to hug her one last time. “Good bye mother”.
She turned and left without a word.
I headed out to the car, and then left for town. I took my time driving, taking in everything so that I wouldn’t forget anything. I was saying good bye to everything I ever knew.
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