I think there's also some nice mileage possible in the dichotomy between their two takes: she's bound to be guiltier than guilty (since the marriage to the husband she's supposed to be mounring was wretched in the extreme, yes?), and not even considering that he's beneath her socially.
Yes, her marriage was pretty hellish. Her husband was pompous, overbearing, and more than a bit of a chauvinist even by the standards of the time. So even though she didn't hate him enough to be glad he's dead, she can't help but be glad to be free of him. It's all recent enough that she hasn't had time to come to terms with it and is dealing with wild mood swings, and she's stuck in a situation where she's never alone, but never has anyone she could trust enough to confide in, either. And she's full of guilt over not being able to mourn her husband properly and over what she sees as her part in why her marriage went so bad.
As for the class issue, there's a certain nuance to how she views it. Because of her background as the daughter of a self-made man, she doesn't see those with less wealth and power as her
natural
inferiors in the same way she might if her father had been, say, a duke. OTOH, she does assume early on that Jack is somehow a "safe" confidante and even object of flirtation in a way she never would've if he'd been an officer and born to the gentry.
That adds some interesting layers to it, definitely. It's going to have to be very delicately crafted, indeed. Is this one in first person POV?
Nope, third person, alternating between the protagonists' heads as it seems to suit the story.
I'm exercising my sloooooooow moderator's privilege to post my shoe drabble today. (This is a true story, AND it's 100 words exactly.)
Daddy's work shoes always sit on the carpet by the door, because he leaves for work before the sun even wakes up, and he doesn't want to make too much noise getting ready. I never get to have breakfast with Daddy, because I get up for school a long time after he leaves. I don't want him to forget about me while he's at work, so I send a little present to work with him every day: each night I sneak into the front hall and put one of my Weebles in the toe of his shoes, as a surprise.
Is that one of the "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down?"
That's adorable. Did you get your Weebles back?
Is that one of the "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down?"
Yes, indeed! They were more or less egg-shaped.
That's adorable. Did you get your Weebles back?
Dad would take them out of his shoes and then put them on the kitchen table. He was very tolerant of my shoe defilement.
This week's drabble challenge is upon us! This is challenge #16, which makes 4 months of drabbles, which I think is just the bee's knees, as the youth say.
I had to check to see if we'd done this one yet, because my memory is for shit. But we haven't. So....
Challenge #16 is: doors. (The judges will also accept doorways, door frames, and, for Deb only, The Doors.)
You MUST include the word "red" somewhere in the drabble. Bonus points for people who don't feature an actual red door (or the Red Door Salon).
Go drabble, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out....
Maybe this time I'll finally finish the drabble that started off with someone opening the door, keys in hand. Then she saw broken glass on the floor.
Wonderful drabble, Teppy.
