Chapter 6: Pulse
Marie reached for the tea cup and took it by the handle. Before even lifting it she already knew she wasn’t going to make it - not without paying the price of pain. So she instead reached out to hold the bowl of the cup and lifted it carefully.
It hurt anyway - but at least she kept it from falling, unlike many times before since her hands had become deformed and mostly useless. Feeling the warmth of the hot beverage was nice, though.
Lady Angeline watched her in silence, suppressing the urge to lean forward to hold her cup for her - an impulse she’d never had until she had to feed her disabled husband, a harsh experience. Fortunately, the proud Lord Henshingly had been alienated enough to not perceive what was happening: if not his illness, having to depend on another person would’ve killed him.
That American Indian was almost as proud and still perfectly lucid; so the old lady restrained her hands in her lap and watched Marie take the cup to her lips, then arched he