embroiderer in the lower alleys, of Kuttenberg
“I am a respectable married woman of the Kuttenberg Bells, though my husband's sisters often forget it.”
Things Felice Bell had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of Ascension, at Vespers
I am only a few groschen short of what I need for the silversmith. Marika will choke on her hard bread when she sees me wearing a proper wimple-pin to Mass. A woman of my standing cannot go about looking like a peasant.
Nota scribaeShe touched her collar three times while saying this.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Kunigunde Richter is still starving herself to buy a headstone for old Kona. I told her the dead do not care if we are thin, but the living must keep up appearances. Wasting good silver on a laundress is absolute folly.
My mother worked her fingers to the bone for us. You would not understand.
the Monday after Laetare Sunday, at Sext
I paid my penny to Widow Clemence for my spot in the light today. A lady needs her independence and the fresh air, but charging a penny a week just to sit in a walled yard is pure thievery.
The old bat is grasping, I will give you that.
She is bedridden and has no other way to live, Felice. Have some pity.
Nota scribaeDictated in the yard itself. She spoke very loudly.
the Tuesday after St Matthias, at Prime
Milena is weeping over that wooden dove again. Lord preserve us, the miner who carved it died last summer. If it were a silver trinket I would understand the grief, but a carved bit of kindling is a pathetic thing to mourn.
Edward carved it with his own hands before the tunnel collapsed. You have no heart.
Leave the poor girl be, Felice. We all have our burdens.
Candlemas, at Terce
Joan and Marika looked at me this morning as if I had tracked horse dung into the pantry. Nicholas barely spoke a word to me. They think because my dowry was light that I am nothing, but they will see my worth soon enough.
If you spent less time gossiping in the dirt and more time helping in the house, we might look at you differently.
Nota scribaeShe asked me to read it back to her twice to ensure it sounded respectable.
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We all know exactly what you brought to this family, Felice, and it was not silver.
Keep your venom for your own husband, Marika.