Of Proper Secrets

I’ve nailed down a sort of beginning to my Work in Progress.  It’s subject to change, but this is the general idea.

Disclaimer and stuff-my writing, don’t copy it, reproduce it, etc.

     To keep a secret is to sacrifice another’s journey for truth, a horrific offense against the chief occupation of any sensible person.  It is foolhardy to assume that obstructing the natural instinct to acquire information, by actively concealing details bearing consequences, makes one caring or helpful.        
     To be clear, some things should not be known, just as some actions should not be taken.  This is the line between curiosity and insanity, or moral weakness.
     The Worthings were a family of knowledge-seekers.  No tome passed through the bookseller’s without ending up in their library, no craft was too lowly for them to learn. Their relative state of wealth may have been their only defense against the snickering hyenas of high society that would not bend to light their own candle.  Mr. Worthing would not be convinced that his children should cloister themselves instead of enhancing their productivity and contributing to the household.  It flew in the face of what was proper, and yet, not a word could be said against the manners of the Worthing siblings, as well bred and clever as they were.  With Mrs. Worthing’s repeated episodes of enduring illness, even more fell on the shoulders of the eldest daughter, Emily.  Whilst the firstborn son Peter could assist his father with business, she took to running the house in her mother’s stead.
     “Bridget, I’ll tie my bonnet up in knots the first time you are not the last to be ready for an outing,” said Emily.  A peek into her sister’s room, found her dressed, but with hair still flowing down her back.  Bridget wrinkled her nose and swept the locks up into a customary bun, complete with dangling ringlets.
     “Your patience for me is endless, I know,” said Bridget, pinning her work in place.
     “If it were, we might never leave Charlton for the world beyond,” laughed Emily.

~ by Rachel Francis on July 30, 2012.

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