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Alarice
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The sun had risen only a few hours ago and already people were crowding the streets. Two Englishmen walked side by side, both dressed in fine suits. The shorter, dark-haired man walked with a cane while the taller blonde male stretched and took a deep breath.
"Are you not enjoying the activity, the life of New Orleans?" he asked.
"Yes. Splendid," his companion muttered. He had meant to spend only a day or two at the most searching for a house. The ride from New Orleans to his plantation was becoming more and more troublesome, forcing him to resort to purchasing a home in the city. Unfortunately, finding the right house was proving to be more difficult than he had foreseen. "Not that I'm ungrateful for your help but is there no damsel in distress you can rescue?"
Grinning, Thomas wrapped one long arm around his friend's neck. "And leave you to the fickle hands of fortune as you seek a new home? Nay. No one knows these streets and homes better than I. Let it never be said that Thomas St James abandoned a friend in need."
He stopped ranting as he saw two lovely ladies dressed in fine tailored dresses walk their way. They had noticed him and were whispering to each other while shyly looking away. "Good morning," he said with a smile and bowed his head.
The two women, who looked in the prime of their lives, giggled and continued to whisper. He watched them even when he had to look over his shoulder.
Robert brought his cane between him and Thomas' arm and used it to disengage him. The man was one of the few he could honestly call a friend here in this damnable place but he proved to be useless when a member of the weaker gender was within sight.
"Fickle hands of fortune. I am merely looking for a house. It should not take much longer."
Thomas didn't seem in the least bit offended by Robert pulling away. "You speak of looking for a house as if looking at a horse. It is more like looking at a woman. Appearances can be deceiving and mask an inner beauty."
"And like a woman is a house as likely to betray you?"
"Ah, my friend, you have just found bad women, that is all."
"Of course, I have."
"Are you not enjoying the activity, the life of New Orleans?" he asked.
"Yes. Splendid," his companion muttered. He had meant to spend only a day or two at the most searching for a house. The ride from New Orleans to his plantation was becoming more and more troublesome, forcing him to resort to purchasing a home in the city. Unfortunately, finding the right house was proving to be more difficult than he had foreseen. "Not that I'm ungrateful for your help but is there no damsel in distress you can rescue?"
Grinning, Thomas wrapped one long arm around his friend's neck. "And leave you to the fickle hands of fortune as you seek a new home? Nay. No one knows these streets and homes better than I. Let it never be said that Thomas St James abandoned a friend in need."
He stopped ranting as he saw two lovely ladies dressed in fine tailored dresses walk their way. They had noticed him and were whispering to each other while shyly looking away. "Good morning," he said with a smile and bowed his head.
The two women, who looked in the prime of their lives, giggled and continued to whisper. He watched them even when he had to look over his shoulder.
Robert brought his cane between him and Thomas' arm and used it to disengage him. The man was one of the few he could honestly call a friend here in this damnable place but he proved to be useless when a member of the weaker gender was within sight.
"Fickle hands of fortune. I am merely looking for a house. It should not take much longer."
Thomas didn't seem in the least bit offended by Robert pulling away. "You speak of looking for a house as if looking at a horse. It is more like looking at a woman. Appearances can be deceiving and mask an inner beauty."
"And like a woman is a house as likely to betray you?"
"Ah, my friend, you have just found bad women, that is all."
"Of course, I have."