What a crazy week! I almost forgot to sign up for #WeWriWa, AND, I missed visiting everyone else's blogs for their weekly entry. Profuse apologies to all my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors.
That said, I squeaked in under the wire and am continuing on with Katherine. You can read last week's post HERE.
I have shamelessly fidgeted with punctuation in order to comply with the ten line rule.
George noted a tightening of Catherine's lips and a faint blush staining her cheeks, the only visible clue that her parent's behaviour shamed her deeply and felt a tug of compassion. For some reason he felt an insane desire to spirit her away so they could never embarrass her this way again, but for now, he placed the well worn cloak of a shallow man around his shoulders and waded into the inane world of Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.
"I don't mind answering Mrs. Bennet's questions and it's not Miss Katherine's fault for her accident, you see, I was in a mad rush to deliver a letter."
"What, the post doesn't run from London anymore?" queried Mr. Bennet as he dropped the top half of his paper down and looked at George in mock astonishment.
George revised his opinion of the couple, although Mrs. Bennet was rather empty-headed, Mr. Bennet was an observer of people, he'd have to tread carefully around the man.
"Yes it does, but a friend of mine, Lord Alvanley, placed a bet at Whites that I couldn't deliver the letter to a mutual friend's door in less than twelve hours. Alas, I now owe him ten pounds."
"Ten pounds!" Mrs. Bennet gasped out loud, her hand fluttering to her chest. "You must have a great deal of money if you can bet such exorbitant amounts."
Can you see the dollar signs, or should I say 'one pound notes', floating in Mrs. Bennet's head? Check out other fantabulous authors who participate in this fun weekly exercise HERE.