<strong>Tempest with the Children</strong><br/><br/>“We have been told that mama has always been delicate, I think that was the word used.” The girl said. Tempest was aware of the family and there was gossip that their mother suffered from weakness of the mind, just as other members of her family had.<br/><br/>The boy mostly drank milk but the girl was extremely polite as she sipped her tea. “Our mother is apparently in a special place for those with…” the boy continued not realising it was not the sort of thing one discussed.  “Yes she had to go to somewhere because of her head.” He received a kick then from his sister. “We do not talk of such things…” was all she said and this was true, one did not speak of madness.<br/><br/>“Our Uncle is not a nice man and his wife is a darkie that sleeps all day.” The fact was that all of the family estate would fall to the male child that was unless some accident or illness befell him.<br/><br/>“You lost your voice?” The pale haired girl changed the subject, knowing that uncle seemed to have ears in most places. “That must have been terrible even as she spoke she slipped the lovely lady a small piece of paper.<br/>