I think it's amazing how she consistently underestimates Wade. I think part of that is that he's been holding back on her, playing mostly a defensive game. If he goes on the attack, I think that will surprise her.
Thanks! I'm not as big of a of Lincoln fan as you (not I'm not a fan at all), because I think states have the right to secede, but that's probably a conversation for the Soap Box. The deal with Elizabeth is that she's addicted to power. That's what drives her, that's what fuels her mania.
You know, I actually thought about that, but I think that the nurses are pretty tied up with Elizabeth, and besides, they don't know the intricacies of the family finances. They would reasonably assume that Elizabeth is the one who controls most of the money.
Thanksgiving Night, 2000
Charlottesville, VA
Wade
Matt and I were lying in bed, our bodies intertwined so it was difficult to know where he ended and I began. I liked it like that. We were in that semi-somnolent state, where we were trying to fall asleep. I could tell by Matt’s breathing that he was further along in that process. I was thoroughly enjoying my blissful state until my phone rang, jarring me back into awareness.
“A call at 1:00am,” Matt noted groggily a
In Bloodlines, Wade notes that the Carrswolds are Episcopalians, just like his parents. You'll also notes that everyone refers to them as priests except Matt, for some odd reason. Maybe he had some Presbyterian leanings.
That's an interesting hypothesis. I think that the Nile was more like the Battle of Midway, in that it was a turning point. Not in terms of British naval superiority, which they'd demonstrated nicely at St. Vincent, but of the flow of the battle. After the Battle of the Nile, the British were able to safely re-enter and dominate the Mediterranean again. I think Trafalgar is the end of that beginning, probably somewhat analogous to the Battles around Leyte Gulf, where the thing was really decided.
LOL. Sometimes that's really fun to write. I actually wrote out a scene and lost in on my computer (file corruption issue) and that's what took me so long to get back into the groove. I hate re-writing stuff like that.
I'm so glad you enjoyed that. I have to say that was one of the most fun scenes I've written. The entire first part of the story was leading up to that, and I kept writing it in my mind, so when I actually got to it, it flowed easily. Sometimes it works out that way. :-)
Thanksgiving Day, 2000
Goodwell
Charlottesville, VA
Wade
“What’s wrong, Nana?” I asked.
“I’m not crazy,” she said. “It’s the pills.” I just stared at her in complete shock. When I’d visited her in the home, she’d been like a zombie, barely coherent. The woman in front of me was nothing like that; she was like the grandmother I’d known in the past. Her eyes were clear, her speech was clear, and she seemed pretty damn alert.
The nurse peeked into Riley’s roo
September, 1797
It had been two hours since Granger dispatched the Major back to Rio before they sighted the pinnace returning from the port. The seas had gotten a little rougher, so the ride out this time would be a bit wetter. Granger studied the pinnace surreptitiously through his glass, and tried not to grin at the two figures who sat in the sternsheets, braving the wind and waves. A young, spruce-looking colonel sat next to a frowning older man in civilian d