Thursday, June 13, 2013

Breaking Blood on Alabaster chapter 4 Teaser

WARNING: In this chapter there is mention of abortion. It was a common practice back then amongst the poor women to abort a fetus themselves. While there is no abortion in this story, it is mentioned in this chapter and in a later one as well. I realize this is a sensitive topic and could be upsetting to some but to stay true to the story, it had to be addressed. I consider it one of those unpleasant things that they would have to discuss or deal with like how today we might have to ask a new sexual partner to be tested for venereal diseases, or we might have to have the birth control conversation and be firm about protecting ourselves. Even though sexuality was repressed in those days and not discussed in polite society, abortion was a topic that would come up behind closed doors. It had to. With extreme poverty for these families, another pregnancy meant another mouth to feed, and their methods of birth control were almost a sadistic joke by today's standards.

Chapter 4



Isabella was early arriving at the Evening Post. She had her best charcoal, pastels and pencils with her, and she also carried her own paper, but hoped they had some nicer quality paper for her to use.

“Ah, the new girl,” a man said, stepping up behind her. “We’ve all heard about you.”

She turned to find a man in a bowlers hat, his tie askew and a shrewd look in his eyes.

“Should I be flattered or mortified?” she asked.

“Flattered of course. It isn’t often a woman’s hired, and especially not with what you do. I’m Josh Templeton, by the way.” He shook her hand.

“Ramona Thompson,” she said, nodding.

“Don’t you mean Isabella?” He winked.

Her breath caught in her throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking ab—”

“Come, come . . . We’re not all as daft as that. We know who you are. You went from paper to paper, looking for work. We’re happy to have you here,” he said.

He motioned to the open office before them with scattered desks all around the room.

“I’m curious though, why you were hired. We have a photographer, and we keep them busy. An artist is hardly required, and very archaic in the newspaper industry.”

She blinked and held her breath for a moment. When she released it, her thoughts cleared. “Perhaps Mr. Bryant realizes there are times when a photographer is barred from the news, whereas an artist is much more discreet and can safely wiggle their way in to see what is taking place in the middle of the action.”

“I heard that is what happened the other night when Mr. Masen was beaten down in a club fight.” He smiled at her.

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