“DoRe, go on, Bettina will be happy to see you,” Catherine urged him, then turned to Jeddie.
“Tell Ralston and Tulli to unhitch the horses, wipe them down, put them in a stall. Be a good rest. And don’t use your arm, hear?”
“I do.”
She left him and walked toward Rachel’s house. Her sister was bent over Charles’s drafting table.
“Look at this.” Rachel called her over once Catherine came through the door. “Charles wants to gild, just one line on the trim between the wall and the ceiling. He wants to repeat the line on the pulpit and the lectern.”
“Beautiful.”
“He doesn’t want the church to look Papist, all that gilt, candles, you know.”
“St. Luke’s is safe from excess.” Catherine folded her arms over her bosom. “DoRe’s here.” She relayed his mission.
“She never gives up, does she?”
“No. Do you really think Hugh will sell his title?”
“It’s that or debtor’s prison. Charles says Hugh can’t actually vacate the title, but Jeffrey as his son, despite age, would be called lord. When Hugh dies Jeffrey becomes a baron.”
“If Hugh dies first.”
“Best not to look closely into the future. I have been thinking about Bettina. Until we know for certain that this arrangement has been effected, I don’t think we should upset Father. The losses from France and the uncertainty in Philadelphia capture his attention.”
“All he has heard from the convention is Mr. Adams pushes endlessly for his idea of government, with which Father is uncertain. He fears concentrating power in a few hands. He says that’s why we fought the king. But then he thinks Jefferson’s ideas are too loose. He is deeply puzzled!”
“Just so, Sister, we have no say, what we have created isn’t working.”
Catherine agreed. “A tidbit of gossip enlivened the news. A very pretty young widow who serves food at her mother’s tavern seems to have caught the attention of half the delegates. She’s Patrick Henry’s cousin.”
Rachel laughed. “I hope she has better morals.”
Catherine laughed, too, for Henry was known for fathering many illegitimate children, a concern for his mother and, of course, the women who bore them.
“Charles says fishing rights might be a difficult issue without a strong central government. One state can accuse another of poaching. He says a House of Parliament doesn’t mean there will be a king, but there has to be some form of representation.”
“Yes.” Catherine shrugged. “Virginia is vast. We should have the most representatives.”
“That will never work. Charles declares all the other states will line up against us if they haven’t done it already.”
“Good Lord.” Catherine threw up her hands.
Rachel smiled. “Prayer seems to be in order.”
Piglet slowly walked in carrying the huge bone from the races.
“That bone is bigger than he is.” Catherine laughed.
“He won’t let it out of his sight. We have to put it up if Piglet is to attend Charles.” Rachel laughed, too. “He won’t even let Isabelle and Marcia play with it. Do you know Marcia can name some flowers?”
“Ah, well let me know when she can weed the garden.” Catherine sat down on a bench, suddenly tired.
“Are you…?”
She waved Rachel away. “I’ve been on my feet since before sunup. Just a little weary.”
“Has everything returned to normal?” Rachel, close as she was to her sister, couldn’t summon the courage to ask if Catherine had a period yet.
“Yes.” She looked into her sister’s face. “John was afraid to touch me. He’s such a tender man. I told him we are man and wife, I’m fine. But, I don’t know if I want more children. I want him so I suppose I will.”
“Oh, I would love dozens.”
“I don’t know. I love JohnJohn but now I fear childbirth, and I hated it anyway.”
“Oh, you forget the pain.”
“You did. I didn’t,” Catherine said clearly.
Rachel now sat next to her. “Oh, Catherine.”
“I’m fine. It’s just that I am asking myself questions, questions one usually doesn’t speak out loud. Things like: Do we have men who can lead our new country? I see lots of strutting but I don’t know. I worry about Father. He reads me letters from his many business interests. If he gets a letter from Philadelphia he reads it to me. Seems like clouds of talk to me.”
“Yes, me, too. And a House of Parliament would enshrine the talk. We would be as bad as England.”
Catherine murmured, “Perhaps, but they are the most powerful nation in the world, king or no king.”
“What about the French?”
“Oh, Rachel, they are illogical.” Catherine spoke with all the rich prejudice of an English-speaking person.
“I think the world is changing too fast.”
“Maybe it always has. The trick is to change with it.”
“But what if you can’t?” Rachel’s voice was plaintive.
“Then you die,” Catherine replied starkly.
44
February 22, 2017
Wednesday
Mrs. Murphy, Pewter, Tucker, Pirate, and Brinkley had wedged against the now-closed door to the small back room. Harry, bringing Pirate along, allowed the puppy to join the others.
Pewter, wide awake, poked Mrs. Murphy, half asleep. “She’s shut the door. Fear. The spider is too much.”
“She doesn’t know there’s a spider back there.” Tucker opened one eye.
“What do you know? I’m staying right here, on duty,” Pewter grumbled as Tucker closed that one eye.
The front door opened, Raynell came in with a roll under her arm, the original drawings for Nature First’s redo. The wind made it difficult for her to close the door.
“Jeez,” she gasped as she pulled it closed.