Amazing Grace

“Mummy, when will Daddy come back home?”

“Yes, when?”

A deep breath served to quell the sob burning in her chest, and a blink coaxed the stinging tears out of her eyes and into her eyelashes. One hand rested on Anne’s shoulder, the other on Nicholas’.

“When the war is over,” she answered.

Half a minute’s standing in silence, watching the closed gate through which Charles had passed, went by before the cold night air nibbled at Grace’s fingertips. She sniffled once and tightened her grasp on her children’s shoulders.

“Inside, now,” she said gently, taking a step and moving the two with her. “Inside and back to bed. The sun will be rising soon.”

Charles had to leave before dawn to make it to his destination on time. Grace would have preferred that the children remained indoors after saying their good-byes, but who was she, who was very excited — though not necessarily in a happy way — herself, to rob the angelic boy and girl of what could be — may God forbid it — their last glimpse of their father?

Once inside and after locking the door, Grace took the oil lamp from Anne’s hands and guided the boy and girl to their room.

Le OL:
op scene complete. sweet dreams, gracie. morning. after 8am breakfast, grace talks to a servant about charles’ going off to war and hopefulness. (note to self: make pretty with all that belief-y stuff that makes everything that much nicer in le film.) fast forward --> one year and several months later. (basic: build up tension for grace (because i am just that cool) and be generally evil on her psyche.)