I Killed Him – pt 12

  Chapter Twelve Twilight was falling, and so were Margaret’s eyelids. John could see her fighting sleep and knew he should leave. It was difficult to pull himself away. He wanted to lie beside her. He lifted her hand, kissing her palm and bent over to kiss her slightly parted lips. He could feel her breath as she slept. His emotions were becoming undone. He would seek out the doctor and see when she could come home with him. John inquired at the registration desk as he neared the hospital doors. “Mr. Thornton, I will check for you. He may … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 13

Chapter Thirteen   Adam arrived at the hospital only to find John and Margaret in a conference with the doctor. He heard words in regards to a nurse coming to the house for a week, so Adam went back to the waiting area. While sitting with the newspaper that he had recently shown John, he saw Mrs. Shaw and Edith walk over to the information desk. It appeared they left quite early. Adam sighed. This seemed like it was going to be a long day. As the Shaw’s were directed towards Margaret’s room, Adam caught their attention and they stopped … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 14

Chapter Fourteen John spent the next hour with Cook, finishing up what could be needed at the house. He was surprised to find that he wasn’t quite as naive as he previously thought. He had to concede that living with the woman he loved meant he gladly had to survive with a lot of stuff around him. Soaps, and ribbons, combs and feminine needs where going to need their own room, he laughed. “Has anyone changed my dresser around? I know there was room that could be made.” He asked Cook “Jane has done that, sir. There are a few … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 15

Chapter Fifteen Grant Hartford began to assess the damages. He was damned to know how everything had gone wrong so quickly. It was the backhand to her face and the forceful sexual performance he had expected. That had worked in the past, but this time he’d gone too far with a woman who was a lady. He pulled a sheaf of paper from his drawer and thought he’d start with a list of ‘irons in the fire.’ He sat there for a while. The list was blank. The only thing he knew for certain at that time was that Margaret … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 16

 Chapter Sixteen “Good morning, Margaret. You look happy this morning. It must be because you are going home with that handsome husband of yours.” “Yes. Do you know he spent the whole night with me in that chair, holding my hand? I woke in the middle of the night and found him still here.” Outside the room, Branson heard that endearment about the Guv, and it reaffirmed that his boss was a passionate man. Those were sides he’d never shown to anyone, but Branson had always felt were there. He hoped to be that way, himself. “I’ve brought you a … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 17

 Chapter Seventeen Margaret tried to reach for the parcel that Edith had left at the foot of the bed. John retrieved it for her. “What’s this,” he asked. “My frock to wear home and some undergarments. I won’t wear the corset, of course.” Margaret stalled as she waited for the obvious to be mentioned. “Don’t be alarmed, my love. I will dress you since there will be no corset.” “But . . .” “But nothing, my dear sweet wife. You can deny me nothing, remember?” John said to smooth the sticky moment for Margaret. She smiled, through her weeping that … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 18

Chapter Eighteen John opened the door to the Shaw’s and a smartly dressed young man with perfect posturing in a red-coat. No one was going upstairs until he knew who this man was. “Good afternoon, Miss Shaw, Mrs. Shaw, and you, sir, are?” Maxwell extended his hand. “I am Maxwell Lenox. I am betrothed to Edith.” “Oh yes, do come in. I am John Thornton, husband to Margaret Hale Thornton,” he said for good measure. As the four came up the steps, John asked, “Are you the brother of Henry Lenox?” “I hope you will not hold that against me, … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 20

Chapter Twenty   “Margaret, how did you sleep my love? Was the bed comfortable?” “It was comfortable but a bit lonely.” John kissed her. “There are two people downstairs waiting to see you. One is your nurse. I think her name is Greta. The other person is a surprise.” “Now, you know Mr. Bell isn’t going to be a surprise. Has the detective left?” Margaret asked? “Yes, everyone has left except your guest. Should I carry you or would you like to try the steps.” “I’m feeling good after my sleep. With your help, I’d like to try a few … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 21

Chapter Twenty One It was well past dark when Greta assisted Margaret to the parlor. “Mrs. Thornton, you have had your evening pill, correct?” “Yes, Greta, before my bath. You are excused for the evening. Should something come up that my husband cannot assist me in, or I prefer to have your help, I will ring, but don’t look for it.” “Goodnight, then, to the both of you.” John and Margaret said their goodnights to Greta. He turned off the gaslights and banked the evening fire. Even though it was nearing fall, northern England was cool and damp in the … Read more

I Killed Him – pt 22

Chapter Twenty Two   That sat together in silence. Margaret knew beyond all doubt that pleading with John would be hopeless. She would do the same thing if she were in his place. Actually, she realized she could do the same thing in her own place. She knew that she could lose John for the sake of herself. Margaret couldn’t live with that. She had to find a way to keep him from possibly being hurt or worse. He could be killed. He could be hung. Begging, pleading, crying, groveling, sulking, threatening to commit suicide, may all have to come … Read more