Today is Sunday, June 7, 1885. My Husband and I procured a manor, overlooking one of the local streams. While it has been a very busy marvelous year since we first took up residence. I have made some very valuable acquaintance, but two of them, Thea Williams and Beatrice Peters, are currently missing. The other two remaining ladies of our little circle agree along with me. There is just no way these two would vanish of their own free will. Simply put, there is no biologic reason for them to want, or for them to need to leave. Beatrice has a medical condition and is madly in love with her husband Andrew Peters. Andrew is a kind, caring, loving man. Her disappearance was quite the blow to him. The poor man does not sleep, or eat. Every day before and after work, he sits down at the jailhouse waiting for someone to take him seriously. The constables all laugh at him saying she left with another man. Poor Andrew. Thea Williams, unbeknownst to her family, was a Mistress to a Sir Edward Brandy. She was very much happily involved with him. Might I add, it was suspected that Thea was pregnant? Since her disappearance, Sir Brandy started refusing company, including his wife. The last remaining members of our circle are Clementine Christensen, Viola Jenkins, and me, Matilda Larkin.…show more content… Sighing contently she placed her silver fountain pen and journal on the grass. She could feel the concentration ebbing away from her facial features. A small smile graced her lips as she listened to the birds chirp away. She glanced up at the oak tree's leaves admiring their lively green color.Her attention quickly diverted to a small lake that rested only a few feet away. The water was clear, pristine, and somewhat inviting. Matilda spotted a bridge in the middle of the lake. Her eyes wondered the length knowing it led to a small narrow pathway enshrined by
