So my contribution to Kabby Christmas will be posted in three parts, each posted on the day that best matches it’s theme: Part 1 today, Part 2 tomorrow, and Part 3 either Friday or Saturday. Set in 1938 in the midst of The Great Depression. I hope you enjoy!
One, two, three….
Just enough eggs for the chocolate cake, Abby realizes, but she’ll be short for breakfast tomorrow morning if she allows herself this indulgence. The fact that tonight is Christmas Eve suddenly seems more of an excuse rather than a valid reason to squander resources such as eggs, especially when her aging hens aren’t laying as quickly as she’d like. She supposes she could take in an additional tenant to help make ends meet, but that would mean moving Clarke out of her bedroom and into hers, thus disrupting the one last piece of normalcy both she and her daughter still enjoy since Jacob Griffin’s death three and half years ago.
Surviving this depression without a husband or a father is hard enough. Taking one more thing away from her child is too much for Abby to contemplate at the moment, no matter how badly she needs the income.
It would be logical for her to advertise an additional vacancy, but the possibility of allowing a new person–perhaps two more if the new tenant is married or has a child, brings with it its own set of stresses.
Besides, she likes her current tenants, more than likes one of them, if she’s being honest with herself, and the thought of bringing new people into her home and disrupting the comfortable rhythm she and her boarders have managed to established makes her stomach cinch uncomfortably.
“Making something special?”
She turns, wiping her hands on her apron, suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that there’s probably flour on her face.
“Debating, actually,” she admits, trying to swallow down the dryness in her throat that always accompanies Marcus Kane’s arrival. Her long-term border raises his brow just a fraction as he plucks an angel biscuit from a plate. “Clarke’s favorite chocolate cake–I make it every Christmas.”
“Ah,” he says, taking a step in her direction. “That sounds lovely. Why would making that be up for debate? It sounds like a tradition to be honored.”
Abby sucks in a breath, her eyes dropping to the floor before they can betray her. She makes it a point not to share her financial struggles with anyone, especially her boarders, most of whom face financial straights equally as stringent as her own. But the gentleness she sees staring back at her from brown eyes she could get lost in tempts her to break her own rules,rules getting harder to keep with every day that passes and every night Marcus Kane spends under her roof.
Besides–she sees him as a friend, not simply a boarder. At least that’s what she tells herself.
I am watching John Adams on Amazon. David Morse looks so much like portraits of George it's amazing.
Whoever was in charge of putting together the cast for HBO’s John Adams miniseries deserves a ton of credit. When I read about the Founding Fathers, I see the actors who played them in John Adams. It was perfect casting, beginning with John (Paul Giamatti) and Abigail (Laura Linney), but I absolutely loved Tom Wilkinson as Benjamin Franklin, Stephen Dillane as Thomas Jefferson (he stole almost every scene he was in), and definitely David Morse as George Washington. Morse has always been one of my favorite actors anyway and the makeup job was so good that he was a dead-ringer for Washington, but what really set things apart was the fact that Morse’s Washington carried himself in the way that we believe Washington carried himself. I would gladly donate to a Kickstarter for a biopic of Washington with Morse reprising his role. The same thing goes for Dillane’s Jefferson.
Fantastic series. Perfect casting. Awesome acting. And HBO stuck about as close to the facts as you’ll find in a biopic or historical drama. If it was a History Channel production, they would have cast some 25-year-old dude that looks like Orlando Bloom in the role of John Adams in his 50s, and Thomas Jefferson would have been doing Jackie Chan-level martial arts moves in totally fictional fight scenes.