You don’t speak enough of their language yet to avoid upsetting the villagers. You should wait a day or two and then go. By then you should be able ...to at least understand Gort.”Clara had a point. Gabby had made inroads last night, during and after supper, and she was definitely communicating with the kids. But the fact was, I really didn’t know much of the language. But I did want to head out and have a look around.“So, I won’t go to the village,” I conceded after giving the matter some. ‘Oh hello, Emma!’ She said sweetly. ‘Do you want to see Amelia?’ Indeed Emma did, but really only for her company. She sometimes yearned for those long legs that stretched out for so long. And she loved her memory of those voluptuous breasts that she’d not so fully enjoyed since their first night. ‘Amelia’s free at the moment, so I’ll take you in.’ This was almost more than Emma had hoped for. She’d got used to Betty, successfully hiding her reluctance, offering her body in Amelia’s stead.. She could just hear Mother, ‘You’ve been hanging around stablehands too much, miss!’ The stablehands were more fun than the sewing circle. She turned away from the mirror and toward the small tower window, guessing the sun was hovering at about midday. She stood up and pulled on her everyday surcoat over her underdress, and slid her feet into her slippers. She opened the door to her small chamber, glancing left toward her parent’s chamber next door before quietly slipping out and softly. " Elizabeth asked Jackson to also go and talk with her family, explaining that Frank was often at her parents home and it worried her, saying he would get right on it, Jackson shook hands with Richard, then left. Elizabeth jumped at every sound for weeks, even though Jackson had called her at work and told her that Frank seemed to have disappeared. Things were finally getting back to normal or as normal as possible around her place, her injuries had finally healed, the bruises were gone and she.