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simadelics · 10 days
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London, 1895
Kenneth Jr.
Today, Mr. Gresbrooke stopped by to talk to me after a meeting with Father: he explained that his daughter has told him at length about my interest in politics as well as my “studious and courteous manner.” He declared that I seem to be an intelligent young man with a good head fixed quite firmly on my shoulders, and that he's glad to hear that I have remained “blessedly untouched” by my mother’s “disposition.”
Though I cared little for the reference to Mother — the loss of her is not something I like to be reminded of, even if I think of her absence nearly every moment — I am unashamed to say I have been waiting for such an acknowledgement for some time! I know I'll work alongside him and Father one day, and I know it will make Mother proud, too.
Thomas
Richie said that Kenny is all Ethel ever talks about lately, so I asked him why, and would you believe Richie said she fancies him? Yuck! We agreed that it’s plainly gross, and I asked him if Anne fancies anyone (I suppose the answer I was hoping for is obvious!) but he just shrugged and said she’ll be married in a couple of years, anyway. He said he’ll never marry — isn't that daft — and I said I’ll definitely marry his sister, though he teased me like I meant Ethel, when I know he knew I meant Anne!
I’m gladder to have a best friend than ever; I feel like I forgot I could have fun for a while, and the Gresbrookes' country home is glorious in the summer. I’m even inspired to draw: you can guess who!
I hope I’ll be able to work on my illustrations for Mother again soon, but they only make me sad right now, and I hate to cry. I can’t wait until I’m a man, and I’ll never have to cry again.
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simadelics · 11 months
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Surrey, 1894
Kenneth Jr.
    Richie Gresbrooke walked up to me today and declared that if our fathers were to be friends, we must be as well. As I’m sure you can imagine, I was not stunned by his logic or particularly enticed by his proposal, though I cordially directed him to Thomas. He said that he’s too old for his company, but I have it on good authority that — after an awkward start — they’re thicker than thieves now. I think having two older sisters has given him some sort of complex…I’m closer to their ages than his.
    Anne Gresbrooke is quite nice. I once heard Great-Uncle Billy say something to the effect of: Each man’s greatness is distinct — a great man can be brave, a great man can be wise, a great man can be creative — but a great woman can only be pleasant. This earned him a tongue-lashing from Father I thought only us children could incur, and I don’t think there is a word of truth to it…yet, I would say Anne Gresbrooke is Great-Uncle Billy’s great woman, in girl form. I struggle to think of a way to describe her outside of “pleasant.”
     Her sister, Ethel, is far less social than she; I would not know she existed at all if she was more adept at running away silently. I imagine she hides away because of the “monstrous mole” on her face I’ve heard talk of. I haven’t seen it for myself, but it seems silly to let a thing like that ruin your life. I would bet she looks perfectly normal, though I do not believe in gambling.
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London, 1894
Kenneth Jr.
Thomas has decided he is madly infatuated with Anne Gresbrooke. I must admit, she has become quite the beauty…though this is not the sort of thing either of us should be giving any thought to. She is sworn to a baron — something her father is quite proud of — and she doesn’t deign to speak to us these days, anyway.
Occasionally I join Thomas and Richie’s games, though, for the most part, I keep to my reading.
London, 1894
Thomas
I’m nearly done all my illustrations for “The Great Many Adventures of Thomas Cavendish.” I have been improving as I draw, and I keep having to go back to fix the lacking, amateurish beginnings. I believe Mother will be most happy to see them when she comes home.
I asked Father what he thought, and I could swear I could see some mist building in his eyes! He told me I have a talent for my art, and I suppose I do.
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