Nothing's Ever Surprised You, Has it Jane?

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A curse escapes, knocking over his ink well. Right on his paper that he finally finished. Complete translations of Tuscarora native language for Washington to learn, all erased. Chion breathes through his nose inside his tent, exhaling in and out.

Living in the Camp is much harder than Mary Woodhull wants to dwell on, especially when she is trying to protect her son. There is not just the general depravity of the camp and its occupants, but there are also the diseases and illnesses that run rampant through the crowded, dirty conditions. She tries to ignore a flash of irritation at Abraham, knowing full well it is because of his actions that they are here instead of safely at home. Cursing Abraham out in her heart will hardly do her any good right now. Hefting a basket full of clean laundry in neatly tied piles, she checks the next name she is supposed to drop a load with. Chion…. She does not know who he is but this appears to be his tent.