Ms. Austen (Chapter 6, page 2 of 4)


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Chapter 6

She was fairly kind to him, always performing the tasks of a wife. But never would she care to show any affections toward him, unless provoked by alcohol or pressure of the society in which they lived. But how she had loved their daughter, always doting on her and praising her accomplishments, however large or small. The pair of them had remained inseparable always. But in the end, the thing for which his wife had the most affection, would be alcohol. She had always drank some, here and there or with a meal. Slowly though, she began to drink a little more until it was all that consumed her life. And to even mention the possibility that she might wait until a little later into the evening is something one dared not to do. He found himself growing accustomed to his wife this way, and some nights when she would fall asleep after drinking three quarters of a bottle of brandy, he would slip out quietly and go on a walk.

He would never have anywhere in particular, just liked to walk in the fresh, cool night air. The night air always had a way of making one feel refreshed, and renewed. After awhile his nightly walks had become habit, and he would stop now and then and sit on a park bench and gaze at the twinkling stars above. He often wondered on these nights what Jane might be doing at that very same moment.

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