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Show 179 was another delay. Nevertheless, Thomas, with Benjamen tagging along, had been sent to the docks to cancel their reservations until the next sailing. While awaiting Thomas and Benny's return, the family sat around the living room listlessly. There was a knock at the door. "Well, I'm ready," Hyrum announced as he walked inside. Hyrum was dressed as fine as anyone had ever seen him. He wore his square cut coat with its stiff distended skirt and his long curled periwig. With gloves, hat, and cane he was the uncontested picture of a gentleman of means, which now quite belied his current station. "We're not goin," muttered Samuel. "What do ya mean? All the arrangements for us to sail on the Griffin today have been made!" Hyrum was sure Samuel was playing a joke on him. "Thee go, Hyrum. Don't wait for us," said Lathrop, his tone almost as dispirited as Samuel's had been. "I'll not go without thee..." declared Hyrum, his eyes wandering to Elise as he spoke the words. "We're short what we need for our passage," Lathrop's words carried a resounding frustration as he pounded his fist into the palm of his hand. "I was so sure we'd have enough!" "I just managed to have enough for my passage." |