Closed starter for @vanexgloriousâ Location : Pollyâs Home Timestamp : Wednesday, 19th December, 1888, 12:55 pm
It had been over 24 hours since Polly had sent Cora the note (the first letter they had ever written). 24 hours to think about it, to wonder if it was a good idea, and to worry. They hadnât seen her since they left the brothel, nor were they sure if Cora would want to come. No longer a caretaker, no longer anything, just somebody Polly knows. Whilst Polly strained against the reins Cora held them on while under their roof, it felt even stranger now, and Polly didnât know where their relationship stood. They didnât even know if Cora would come.
They had spent the morning preparing their home. Having been incapacitated at Lucianâs for so long, the whole thing had been coated with a layer of dust when they finally came back through their own door. They left it ajar, and opened a the windows too, in order to air it out, but it didnât take them long to get it cleaned, the sheets on the bed changed, the new clothes they had made themselves hung up. After all, it was only one room, a fireplace, a bed, a wardrobe and a table and chairs being the only furnishings. Polly had never had much in the way of belongings, but now, with a bit more income to spare, perhaps they could change that. Perhaps...Â
 Polly was heating a copper kettle on the stove when footsteps announced Coraâs arrival. They had bought the tea (as well as a small amount of sugar and milk, and a cake the baker had burnt on one side that he was throwing away. Polly had cut the offending half off, and scattered it on the windowsill for the birds) that morning, especially for that visit. Clad in a simple, dark blue dress, another new creation, they also didnât bother to cover the healing wound on their neck - Cora might want to see it, after all.
