<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3704706#msg3704706">Quote from: dragonsen on September 30, 2010, 09:41:32 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Arthur nodded at Charlie and worked around her. Her arm was in pain obviously which was why he was handing out the tea. Shrugging at Tom, he sat back down in his chair.<br/><br/>"Sometimes I need to wait for the right conditions as well or just use my mind and create them myself. Just call me Arthur, Charlie," he said aloud. "I suppose that you and I will see a lot more of each other since I'm the new yard worker. Ms. Edna and I have made arrangements along those lines. How did you hurt your arm, Charlie?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"A new yard worker?" A warm smile crept lightly across her pretty face, she felt a small wave of relief that he was working her and not a guest. It would be embarrassing that a guest would be handing out tea, with her good arm she helped making sure everyone had what they needed despite her injury. " I fell on some glass this morning, someone threw a rock at my green house... Smashed at least four panes." She didn't looked bothered by it, it was as though she had grown accustomed to the abuse.</span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3705965#msg3705965">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 30, 2010, 03:01:19 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Edna waved her hands.  "Excuse me young folk!  I have a story to tell and then you can go back to your talking."   She had moved to the front of the semi-circle and held a picture in her hands.  It was of a beautiful, but older middle aged woman in old fashioned clothing.  Like many older pictures, she was not smiling.  Her serious pale blue eyes stared at the assembled group.<br/><br/>"This is Miss Katherine Sallade! ...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>...So tonight, as you sleep snug in your beds, listen for any creaks and voices!  Katherine herself may visit you!<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Oh, Charlie hoped not... that Katherine woman was so surly. Quiet and always staring at her, they never spoke with one another. The times she would approach the girl, she wouldn't necessarily try to possess her, she just looked like the girl was trespassing. It took the months of working in the cottage to prove that she wasn't something foul. Afterwards, the dead woman usually left her be.</span>