In a carriage that continued to vibrate slowly, Mary looked at the postcards she had kept from Anna.
Postcard that Anna's father was sending her from where she earned her money.
The paper degrades, and the landscape depicted is also not dull and illegible by plundering to its destination or letters.
I guess I spelled out the letters in ink, which again can't be said to be very good, on paper postcards that can't even be flattered. There is no reason to deteriorate in a few years.
Besides, I can't say it was good when it came to storage.
Anna said her mother had been doing this postcard.
But is it a postcard from my husband that treats me like such a mess?
"... maybe you didn't want to see it"
Pottori and Mary muttered.
The postcard in my hand has stopped on a long time ago. Is it about right after Anna was born?
If the hypothesis you held was correct, I know how Anna's mother felt about doing this postcard.
"... Sister, what's wrong?
Finally, Mary, who was pulling the hem of her clothes and dropping her gaze on the postcard, turned back to me.
I'm watching this one as Anna asks how it goes. Not just her, but Alicia and Patrick have also looked at Mary wonderfully and asked what was wrong with her, as Addy stands for.
"Beh, it's nothing. I was just thinking."
"Really? If you don't feel so good, I think you should go back to the Albert family for a rest."
"It's okay. So, it's okay...... it's okay, don't pack the cushion in the gap!
Narrow! and Mary called, panting out the cushion that was packed beside her.
It's a novel cushion that I don't remember looking closely at. When asked, she bought it at the flower garden store she visited earlier. I didn't expect to see more in the middle of this trip...
Unexpectedly said, "No future cushioning purchases!" He raised his voice and threw what was in his hand at Alicia, who was sitting across the street. Yikes! and the yellow voice goes up and can be stopped by Patrick's hand just before it hits Alicia.
"Mary, if you're not feeling well, I think you should take a break, too. It could be a longer journey than originally planned."
"Until Patrick, you worry too much."
"In your position, you shouldn't be forced to do anything you can't."
So Mary wrinkled between her eyebrows at Patrick, who rarely sticks with her.
From a standpoint, what does that mean?
Patrick's observation and acuteness also puts Mary at a glance. Maybe he's already noticed Mary's pregnancy.
Mary exhaled roughly, staring at Addy. Look, you found out! and blame it with a sharp gaze.
"That's Patrick. But I have a position too, so shut up."
"Oh, I know. Well, that's not something I can make public."
That's Patrick, too, where you draw your intentions.
I glanced at Mary and Patrick wondering, "What is it? What are you talking about?" and not to mention the difference with Alicia, who has a question mark over her head.
I can't imagine Patrick spreading it on me, but he wouldn't say anything. Naturally there shouldn't be a party or a parade.
You know Mary's position and influence, and she'll cooperate if you have to. It is regrettable that he has fallen apart, but it is good that he is the opponent.
"You can't tell Alicia I'm forced to, can you?
"It's terrible to hide things. If this happens, we'll have to do whatever it takes to get it out of Master Patrick... Now is the time to use your special hand!
I told her so well, and Alicia stuffed up with Zui and Patrick.
Mary and Addy watch her next move, whether it's sweet or colorful. - By the way, I guess Addy's putting her hand on Anna's head is going to cover her eyes when Alicia goes out on the color trick -
"Soften your hands," Patrick laughs bitterly as to whether he can't get out strong on his beloved wife either.
What does Alicia intend to do...
and as everyone watched, she roughly wrapped Patrick's hands in her own hands. Her thin hands wrap Patrick's supple and masculine hands.
A beautiful man and woman stare at each other with their hands together. Patrick's dark blue hair shakes, increasing Alicia's golden thread hair radiance. What a beautiful sight.
So they stared at each other for a while......,
"Alicia, I'm not gonna get caught in chocolate."
and Patrick dropped his shoulder to a sigh mix.
In his hand, which opens slowly, is a small wrap that rolls with a colon.
"Oh no...! I can't believe one of the Special Hands failed!
"Damn, I wondered what the hell you were going to do... Anna, do you like chocolate?
Patrick smiles calmly and gives Anna the chocolate she was given.
Lovely chocolate in a pink wrap. Anna received it happily and quickly opened the package. Throw it in your mouth with pakun. Roll it in corny and break your expression as soon as possible.
Patrick looks happy to see that, as well as Alicia, whose special hand should have failed.
Oddly enough, Alicia would have expected her 'special hand' to fail and chocolate to cross from Patrick to Anna. Since I'm already friends with Anna, now you think of mediating with Patrick?
Mary spilled a grin unexpectedly at the smiling sight.
I'm sure they'll treat their own children this way. Maybe you'll drown like my child.
"It might help, so maybe I can help you out."
If Mary told him as Tung, Addy smiled bitterly, perceiving what he was trying to say.
Gatan, and the carriage stopped in the middle of continuing the chatter.
I didn't even get to my destination, and everyone peeks out the window wondering what the hell's going on.
"Dear Mary, were you here?"
"Oh, Roberto."
It was Roberto who gave him a glimpse of his face through the window.
Apparently, he's been grabbing new information and chasing the carriage.
But the content seems less favorable, and his voice is a little lower than usual when he says, "I need to talk to you a little."
I guess you're trying to tell me that she can't make me listen to the slice manager's eyes glance at Anna.
"Anna, shall we take a break outside for a moment? Let's go with me to the carriage behind us and surprise the two of us who come after us the other way."
Alicia invites Anna with a pranky grin.
Hearing that, Anna also snorted loudly with a nymphomaniac grin. Apparently you haven't noticed the serious air drifting from Roberto.
If I let Alicia drop Anna off for the first time, Roberto came into the carriage to replace them.
I labor him to take a deep breath and encourage him to talk about what information he has brought.
"I know who Anna is. Looks like she's from Silvino."
"Silvino!? You mean you came all the way through the country!?
"Yeah, you're amazed at how well children behave. So much so that I think Master Lang and Lucien's domestic escape is still better."
"Your brothers are not children. I just wanted to say... You're following us now, and you can't say anything."
"I told him to stay at the mansion and do his business."
Roberto makes rusty eyes sharper. I'm sure there are two masters floating around in his brain who are free-running and too full of mobility. It's not on your face, but makes you feel signs of shine and anger.
The more permission Mary gives, the more likely she is to board the subsequent carriage now.
I thought about what would happen afterwards...... and now I cut the thought that it was Anna's problem. I don't really want to imagine.
"For now, leave your brothers alone, how do you look when you know who Anna is and you don't float? Sure, Silvino's a long way from home, but if you skip the carriage, you'll be there tomorrow morning."
"... that's what"
Roberto speaks out with a non-floating look.
That was more harsh than Mary had expected.
Anna said she lived in an area of Silvino.
His father was out earning money before Anna was born, and it was only when she was a baby that she dropped in for regular newsletters that she was back to look at her face, but she had been out of tune for a few years.
According to Roberto's research, his father wandered around in search of work, meeting another woman at the end of it, where he built a family. Since then, I have not returned to Anna nor contacted her.
Mary breathed into Roberto's story. What a flimsy story, such as leaving your wife and setting up a separate family.
"That's why Anna's mother hid her postcard..."
"I don't have any relatives I can count on and it would have been hard to raise a child with one female hand"
"That forced me to fall, and Anna has asked her father for help... She still believes her father is working for them."
It's too spicy a reality to poke at a young child.
Maybe Anna's mother was hiding her father's current situation so that her young daughter wouldn't get hurt.
"I checked, and she said Anna's father had eyes of the same color on rusty hair. She heard it from her mother and must have mistaken her father for Addy, whom she found where it was written in the last postcard she received."
Roberto's speculation makes sense.
... quite, but there is no sadder story.
I guess everyone has that anger, among other things, Addy looks sad and looks out the window.
Anna, who was taken out by Alicia, was playing with Lang and Lucien and would have seen it as a fun sight if she didn't know what was going on. What a child the high shaved voice Anna gives you from time to time.
That little girl was walking around looking for a father who turned her back on her.
Until it crosses the country too......
I guess I was desperate to help my fallen mother. When I think of that chest, I see tears in Mary's eyes.
As one adult, sooner or later, as one with children, we cannot abandon this.
"Let's go to Anna's house. Listen to her mother. If you need her, the Alberts will support you."
"Ma'am, are you sure?
"Absolutely. Anna's not Addy's kid, but I can't just leave her at home right now!
If Mary told him intentionally, Addy gave him a relief look. Patrick is also grinning bitterly and nodding at Roberto and "Here Comes Mary" and "That's the lady".
But Roberto said, "But there's one problem," so as to stifle Mary's determination.
"Problem?"
"This is the area where Anna lived. It doesn't seem to be safe, and if I tell you... is it something like a ghetto?"
You don't think it's much of a word to say, lurk your voice and Roberto speaks.
Mary and Addy breathed into the words. In contrast, Patrick opens his mouth "Speaking of which," he says. Wrinkled between the eyebrows, it's a refreshing, less rugged look like him.
"You've heard of it. Silvino leaves the management of the land largely to his lords, and there seems to be a strong difference between rich and poor in some regions."
"So that kid's father had to go out and earn money, too? That's unacceptable!
"It's about another country, even if you say it's unacceptable, and if we pinch our mouths, it could be a problem. And I'm crossing one country."
I can't get on with this easily. Yes, Patrick complains.
In contrast, Mary turned her thoughts around.
I think of a map in my brain. My own country and Silvino do unite the country.
But the country that crosses it...
"If we don't pinch our mouths, we just have to pinch our mouths besides ours."
If Mary told me so clearly, in one of the countries on the map that was floating in her brain, a crying courtier welcomed her with her hands wide open.