The wind blew and her veil fluttered in the wind flagged out like her fallen breasts. Almost escaping her gown. It had gothic occultic writings. She sang her best and looked out of the window with a smile on her face. This was no castle. It was her humble home. Cassandra sang as if her heart was warmed by the sunset.
Beaver hissed. A frown of anger taking over her usual mein. As she listened to her friend singing like she was brimming with joy.
Her gown was deep green. A watermellon neck. Arms beginging at the edge of her shoulder. flowing down her body, held tight at the waist.
Beaver looked at the Jewel and smiled. She took it from the chest. It was a family Jewel, one that they would never sell. Given her mother by the man who also had it in his family given his mother by his father.
Cassandra was an old maid. She hated her cousin Keri but she did not hate Beaver. Beaver was not beautiful. She was dark. She was cold. She was sore. She had no kind words. She was also n od maid. She had come to stay. Beaver was kind but she knew who Beaver was. She was a bitter woman with no kind words for anyone. She recalled that day paused from her singing and looked out again for more inspiration from the skies.
Beaver thought to herself. She Cassandra was the lady about to be married to a kind man of decent means while she was stuck a maiden all her life. She knew her option and as she stole the pearl she felt at peace.
She recalled in the red mist of the sunset a happy child running about catching insects and flowers alike. And she, Beaver older watching. Hugging the little beauty Keri. The butterfly in her arms. She never remembered what she was. Or her home back in the great east of the dark continent. Or her penury and her hunger but she remembered her Joy. That cassandra grew looking like a hare. Sharp long teeth that protuded under closed mouth, huge protuding pod eyes. Grey and deep with red strains and streaks as though she knew some things. White watery transparent eyes. The strains had turned brown and the eyes were no longer fine to look at. Keri looked like a vission. She had long blond hair, dark eyes and red lips. But it was Cassandra Angus wanted.
Beaver went to him. He was dishonest and rich and loved to play games with girls. This was yet aother Jewel. Just another one but to Cassandra it was everything. She liked to gaze at it and so se must return the Jewel. Beaver smiled through her round eyes and the lines around them. He was tall. He was old. He had bright eyes that had no streaks but they shimmered bright and glistened. The dark part of his eyes were small like tiny pebbles and bulged. Beaver did not like him. He was a rascal with women.
"It is here."
He touched her arm. "Come on."
"Let go of me." She said weakly. She did not care and he saw it.
He took her by the arm smilling in her eyes and pulled her into a dark room. She knew what this meant.
Two women were pregnant by the time the skies too were pregnant with rain. One was Beaver and the other was Keri.
Cassandra enquired sharply in her new home where they all now stayed, "Keri you are unmarried and you are pregnant and so is this skunk called Beaver. What is all this madness. Women sick with fever about the house. Shivering like cocks in the rain.
Beaver was shocked. "So Keri is pregnant too?"
"So Beaver you are pregnant?"
Cassandra looked at her with anger. "Who is responsible for all this."
"A man I know!"
"Obviously would it be a woman." she was scared of what Beaver would say and it came.
"Better worry more of Keri's pregnancy. She stayed too long after you married."
Cassandra laughed. "Why would I worry, you mean Angus, there is no way in the world that could happen you devil. Keri is a pretty slut maybe she became abar woman"
Beaver remembered it was the real pearl she dropped back. She had tricked the man Gabriel. She also remembered that she had told him to trick well because her master knew the real so he had tricked himself and was now in prison for selling a fake pearl. She smiled content praying Angus had failed and at the same time soul bleeding wishing he had not. She knew Cassandra was somewhere in her soul scared to ask the question to the other pregnant woman.
That evening she dropped her spoon in the soup and looked at Keri. "Keri are you pregnant?"
Keri said no then two months later her belly bulged.
Cassandra poured the vile fluid down her throat laughed and sang. "No, I want a baby too" She flung the bottle away. "Keri is here"
Beaver admired her spirit. She connered Keri. "You are pregnant fairy, how? what shame to a good family.
"You are pregnant too, her soft voice rang with hate, "what a shame"
Angus annouced at supper. "I want all this disgrace out of this home. So that I and Cassandra can have a normal home"
Beaver saw her singing again this time holding the cold iron to the left of her belly. And cleaning the warm cloth with the right. Beaver remembered it had been her advice to her if she wanted baby.
I saw Keri outside too "It is his baby" she whispered.
I held my belly in shock. "What a devil he is. He knows and so does Cassandra but he loves her more, you see. you have just gotten served"
"We all the women pay but not the men, they do whatever they want."
Beaver laughed. "Mine did."
"I am not going anywhere, Keri announced time to kick some goody too shoes *ss"