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With everything that had been occuring in the last few months, she couldn't help but wonder if, despite having been hired and working for the people she believed had been responsible for murdering her sister in a public execution, she was nowhere nearer in helping Ayala out. Was it right to feel sorry to a memory of a person? Was Yahweh punishing her for... for what, exactly? She had tried to be a good daughter, helped her parents out, was a good sister to Ayala... and now not only did her mother die young, her sister get accused for something she truly believed her sister did not do, but her father's mind was gone.
So far gone, he had fell into a well and wasn't even sound of mind to call for help.
By the time her neighbor's had found him, Valence of Noam had returned to Yahweh. Gwyneth could only hope he was now happier reunited with his wife. He had never been the same ever since Qiana of Yael had passed when Gwyneth had been but a wee child, but it had only gotten worst after Ayala's death. His mind had been slowly going, and going that Gwyneth didn't even remember the last time her father had called her by her name. He simply referred to her as either his wife or not at all.
In her brown serviceable mithpatah over her white kethoneth that hung to her knees, Gwyneth's brown headscarf was clipped to the front of her mithpatah as she watched the people she had hired with her meagre amount of money place the wrapped and bound body of her father into the cave cut against the side of the Sheleg mountains. It was one of the many caves the poorer communities of Judea would use as burial sites. The richer would have their own family burial caves, but Gwyneth could barely maintain her family plot of produce behind the house, muchless a burial. Her mother had been within the same caves as well, and while Gwyneth did not think the meagrely paid workers would allow her to search for her mother's long decayed body to ensure her father was laid next to her, she hoped this was close enough.
She didn't cry - she had lost her father long ago, in her mind. Valence hadn't been the caring father she remembered for years by now, that now she only felt a lingering sense of loss, that wasn't tempered by acute sadness. Before, she always had an aim, to send money back to her neighbor's as thanks for their aid in caring for the senile Valence whilst she worked - now what was the point in keeping the family house? Did she event want such a thing?
Of two minds in the keeping of the small, one bedroom family home and the plot of land, what was forefront in her mind however, was the whole reason why she had come to work for the Jaffe Bayith to begin with.
Gwyneth would get what she needed to prove Ayala's innocence. What would that get her at the end of the day, she didn't know. There was no money, no status, no marriage to a rich person - but she knew she didn't want the memory of her sister to be tainted, at least in her mind.
And Thaddeus?
The brunette paused at the thought. She had always thought everyone within that family were heartless, yet the more she interacted with the younger male, the more she realized he wasn't as heartless as she thought he was. Amiti and Tzephaniah, perhaps, but Thaddeus seemed to genuinely want the best for everyone. Or maybe she was just gullible? No. She couldn't have a soft heart for any of them. If anyone was to be gullible, it would be him. She could see he had a tendre for her, and if that be the case, she'll use it to her advantage.
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With everything that had been occuring in the last few months, she couldn't help but wonder if, despite having been hired and working for the people she believed had been responsible for murdering her sister in a public execution, she was nowhere nearer in helping Ayala out. Was it right to feel sorry to a memory of a person? Was Yahweh punishing her for... for what, exactly? She had tried to be a good daughter, helped her parents out, was a good sister to Ayala... and now not only did her mother die young, her sister get accused for something she truly believed her sister did not do, but her father's mind was gone.
So far gone, he had fell into a well and wasn't even sound of mind to call for help.
By the time her neighbor's had found him, Valence of Noam had returned to Yahweh. Gwyneth could only hope he was now happier reunited with his wife. He had never been the same ever since Qiana of Yael had passed when Gwyneth had been but a wee child, but it had only gotten worst after Ayala's death. His mind had been slowly going, and going that Gwyneth didn't even remember the last time her father had called her by her name. He simply referred to her as either his wife or not at all.
In her brown serviceable mithpatah over her white kethoneth that hung to her knees, Gwyneth's brown headscarf was clipped to the front of her mithpatah as she watched the people she had hired with her meagre amount of money place the wrapped and bound body of her father into the cave cut against the side of the Sheleg mountains. It was one of the many caves the poorer communities of Judea would use as burial sites. The richer would have their own family burial caves, but Gwyneth could barely maintain her family plot of produce behind the house, muchless a burial. Her mother had been within the same caves as well, and while Gwyneth did not think the meagrely paid workers would allow her to search for her mother's long decayed body to ensure her father was laid next to her, she hoped this was close enough.
She didn't cry - she had lost her father long ago, in her mind. Valence hadn't been the caring father she remembered for years by now, that now she only felt a lingering sense of loss, that wasn't tempered by acute sadness. Before, she always had an aim, to send money back to her neighbor's as thanks for their aid in caring for the senile Valence whilst she worked - now what was the point in keeping the family house? Did she event want such a thing?
Of two minds in the keeping of the small, one bedroom family home and the plot of land, what was forefront in her mind however, was the whole reason why she had come to work for the Jaffe Bayith to begin with.
Gwyneth would get what she needed to prove Ayala's innocence. What would that get her at the end of the day, she didn't know. There was no money, no status, no marriage to a rich person - but she knew she didn't want the memory of her sister to be tainted, at least in her mind.
And Thaddeus?
The brunette paused at the thought. She had always thought everyone within that family were heartless, yet the more she interacted with the younger male, the more she realized he wasn't as heartless as she thought he was. Amiti and Tzephaniah, perhaps, but Thaddeus seemed to genuinely want the best for everyone. Or maybe she was just gullible? No. She couldn't have a soft heart for any of them. If anyone was to be gullible, it would be him. She could see he had a tendre for her, and if that be the case, she'll use it to her advantage.
With everything that had been occuring in the last few months, she couldn't help but wonder if, despite having been hired and working for the people she believed had been responsible for murdering her sister in a public execution, she was nowhere nearer in helping Ayala out. Was it right to feel sorry to a memory of a person? Was Yahweh punishing her for... for what, exactly? She had tried to be a good daughter, helped her parents out, was a good sister to Ayala... and now not only did her mother die young, her sister get accused for something she truly believed her sister did not do, but her father's mind was gone.
So far gone, he had fell into a well and wasn't even sound of mind to call for help.
By the time her neighbor's had found him, Valence of Noam had returned to Yahweh. Gwyneth could only hope he was now happier reunited with his wife. He had never been the same ever since Qiana of Yael had passed when Gwyneth had been but a wee child, but it had only gotten worst after Ayala's death. His mind had been slowly going, and going that Gwyneth didn't even remember the last time her father had called her by her name. He simply referred to her as either his wife or not at all.
In her brown serviceable mithpatah over her white kethoneth that hung to her knees, Gwyneth's brown headscarf was clipped to the front of her mithpatah as she watched the people she had hired with her meagre amount of money place the wrapped and bound body of her father into the cave cut against the side of the Sheleg mountains. It was one of the many caves the poorer communities of Judea would use as burial sites. The richer would have their own family burial caves, but Gwyneth could barely maintain her family plot of produce behind the house, muchless a burial. Her mother had been within the same caves as well, and while Gwyneth did not think the meagrely paid workers would allow her to search for her mother's long decayed body to ensure her father was laid next to her, she hoped this was close enough.
She didn't cry - she had lost her father long ago, in her mind. Valence hadn't been the caring father she remembered for years by now, that now she only felt a lingering sense of loss, that wasn't tempered by acute sadness. Before, she always had an aim, to send money back to her neighbor's as thanks for their aid in caring for the senile Valence whilst she worked - now what was the point in keeping the family house? Did she event want such a thing?
Of two minds in the keeping of the small, one bedroom family home and the plot of land, what was forefront in her mind however, was the whole reason why she had come to work for the Jaffe Bayith to begin with.
Gwyneth would get what she needed to prove Ayala's innocence. What would that get her at the end of the day, she didn't know. There was no money, no status, no marriage to a rich person - but she knew she didn't want the memory of her sister to be tainted, at least in her mind.
And Thaddeus?
The brunette paused at the thought. She had always thought everyone within that family were heartless, yet the more she interacted with the younger male, the more she realized he wasn't as heartless as she thought he was. Amiti and Tzephaniah, perhaps, but Thaddeus seemed to genuinely want the best for everyone. Or maybe she was just gullible? No. She couldn't have a soft heart for any of them. If anyone was to be gullible, it would be him. She could see he had a tendre for her, and if that be the case, she'll use it to her advantage.