March 5 2014, 4am
"Mama? I need to ask someone somezhing and I need to ask a woman. May I ask you?"
"Ask a woman?" ell that was a curious question if she ever heard one. "I’m listenin honey, go on."
"If you vere married to a man zhat you loved and he loved you also, and during zhat marriage passed avay, vould you be angry vizh your husband if he remarried many years later?"
The question caught her off guard. She didn’t know what to expect but this didn’t seem anything near what she would have.
"I can answer you but, may I ask what this is for Honey?"
March 5 2014, 4am
E. Meets Mama
Her muscles tensed as the door opened and a woman ushered her to come inside. Looking up to the one they called Mama E. flashed a nervous, yet genial smile as she readjusted the oak in her arms before stepping into the office. “I’m simply doin’ what’s asked of me, Ma’am.” E. murmured anxiously as she let her eyes wander around the office. It was certainly different than Helens, in fact this office was more welcoming. Intimidating but welcoming, much like the woman it belonged to. Once her eyes had their fill she quickly made her way to the fireplace and knelt down to begin unloading and neatly stacking the wood into hearty pile. “Ma’am?” she asked as she began to nurse the weak fire with a few smaller pieces of wood. “Do you have someone tending the fire? If you don’t you may want someone to who could also restock your pile daily, especially since this cold weather wants to overstay its welcome.” E. did not look back to the woman behind her but instead kept her eyes on the growing fire before her, the smell of oak and burning wood somewhat calming her nerves.
Matilda made sure to stay out of the way of the sniper as she moved. Seeing the sniper had herself, Mama moved to lean against her desk and folded her arms in front of her chest.
"I got someone who does, unfortunately I let em leave early an I have no idea how ta work a fire." she replied while watching the other woman work. Perhaps it was good to know period, even if the woman had hired hands to do these kinds of things for her.
"It’s why I called for someone to come an tend it, Miss..?"