Letitia

Letitia hadn't cut her hair as many had done in that year.

Letitia pushed the door of the home open and they went in together.

If Letitia thought a thing was her duty she'd do it.

Two days before this, Letitia had engaged him to be best man.

That's why when the old man died, Letitia gave up everything to go home and look after her sister.

Robert gave Letitia's hand one last squeeze and got to his feet.

"Because there are some things nobody's saying," Letitia told him.

But Letitia simply looked at the palm of her hand and smiled.

He still kept a small portrait of Letitia in his bedroom.

She sat two seats behind Letitia and over one aisle.

Letitia pushed away from Jane's arms and looked at the people.

He had taken a seat at the other end of the sofa where Letitia was sitting.

Letitia had tried so hard to stay awake; not to miss a moment of his company.

Letitia pushed open the door and held it for them as they entered, then took the lead once again.

"I see," Letitia said in a way that suggested just the opposite.

"I'm coming back this way in a couple of days, Letitia just for an hour or so.

Letitia waited until she heard the door shut behind him before speaking.

Letitia made the seven little masks and put them on the mice.

"And my Letitia died on what should have been our wedding day.

Letitia squirmed in her seat and said she wanted to leave.

Now that she had laid out her course, Letitia couldn't help but forge ahead.

But there still wouldn't be any suspicion in their minds that she wasn't Letitia.

"It's my belief the man is his brother," said Letitia, when they were all on their way home.

Letitia blinked, then decided to let them off this particular hook.

And nor had Letitia; she had too much to think about.