Invitation – The Old Mill

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(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  Amy and Jessica (Part 2).  The Table of Contents is here)

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I had just finished my dinner and was trying to decide how I’d handle the evening when I heard a loud knock on the door.  Walking to the front of the house I couldn’t see anybody in the drive or parked on the road.  Nobody had driven away either.  I assumed that whoever had knocked must have walked to the house.

I stood for a minute, looking out the window, but there was nothing.  As soon as I turned my back on the door, the knock came again.  I spun around and opened it, yet there was nobody on the doorstep or any place else that I could see.  I walked onto the porch and then down to the drive.  I looked around.  Not a living soul was around.

Going back into the house I discovered a card on the porch by the door. I picked it up and read it.

“You are cordially invited to a Ball at the Goode House on Buck’s Road.  Tonight.  At Dusk. M.G.”

Martha had told me that I could only go to her house if invited.  In my wildest dreams I never expected such a formal invitation.

It was about 7 PM.  I am not a meteorologist nor an astronomer, so I wasn’t 100% certain of the exact definition of “dusk”. I tried to remember the last few evenings but broke down and did a couple of quick searches to come up with a down and dirty estimate.  The sun should set around 20 minutes before 8:00, and it would be dark someplace between 8:00 and 8:15.  What exactly is dusk, then?  I figured that if I was up there around 7:45, 8:00 at the latest, I’d be set.

That gave me time to do the dishes and send a Lyndsey a text, “Don’t be jealous, have a date with a ghost ;)”  She sent back, “Sounds fun, but you be good!  Or is it Goode?”  I sent back, “I’ll be a good boy and tell you all about it on Sunday.  Have fun this weekend!”  She sent, “Thanks!  Talk Later”.

I still had a minute and tried to decide if I should wear formal attire.  I laughed at myself.  What was men’s formal attire in 1821?  I had no idea but knew I didn’t have it.  Perhaps if I had a tux I could find a top hat and fake it, but I didn’t own a tux.  I shrugged my shoulders.  If Martha had an issue with jeans, she’d have said something on the card.

I couldn’t put it off any longer.  It was about 20 till 8 PM when I got in my car.

I was nervous as I drove up the hill from the village to the mansion.  I had a feeling that this was it, the event that would make or break everything.

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