I'm Not Alone (Yet)
The other woman whispers, and it's like dust settled atop the baseboards. A coating of nostalgia, as it were, caresses their heads, without feeling.
"You don't belong away from your position."
"I belong anyplace I please. You don't think I'll let a man tell me how to go, who to be...do you?"
A lip is bitten, but toothlessly; pale and hushed.
"You don't seem to be letting me."
"So there. You see how serious I am."
Nobility, a veil and an incentive both simultaneously, is what finally gets Brighid to budge.
"I know you'll hold your head higher there."