Chapter Twenty-OneEliza
Albany, Wednsday eve, February 15th, six of clock
As my pen scratched across paper, pouring my heart out to Alex about how much I missed him, I wondered what he was doing. With the children gone, I knew he was lonely in our big house. The servants never provided companionship; they cooked the meals, lit the fires, cleaned up and vanished to their quarters. I hoped Alex was spending his eves engaging in stimulating activities. Anything but working. Work seemed to consume him lately, as he became more vital to the nation's growth.
After urging him to find ways to amuse himself, I kissed the bottom of the paper, folded and sealed it, and left it on the hall table to be posted.
I knew he thought of me, late at night, in bed.
Maria
“Please take me to Seventy-Nine S
