The Phantom's Daughter

Chapter Fifty-Six

I was already tired and on edge from the long night and then stealing away from the Opera House—my home for the past nearly thirty years!--- like a thief in the night in the bright daylight, with three tired woman, two tired stallions, a stole away mare and my daughter packed up and ready to go in a moment’s notice, that I’m sure that the Good Lord above would forgive me for how I responded to seeing that stupid insolence boy walking towards us.

Christine and I fell down below the stage, where I led her down to the cellars safely. Meg and Madeleine, I prayed, weren't foolish to follow us and risk their safety or ours. I wasn’t worried about Rita strangely, knowing that she could take care of herself and would probably go tend to the horses and get them to safety.

Christine cried and sc