One Hundred and Seven

Mercy went back inside and felt the tension inside of the house.

Her father was like a string wrung tightly and about to snap.

She knew that it would not do for her to say anything. She would have to wait for them to say whatever it was they wanted to say.

She was happy at the way events had turned out. She never knew that Ernest was going to be so understanding.

That was one of the advantages of education. Though there were some educated people who wouldn't have acted the way he had but would have gone on with the wedding no matter what. What would she have done then? But that would have been plain wickedness.

Now though, she knew that her father had not given up and there were bound to be other suitors found for her by her father.

For how long was this going to last? How long was she going to have to endure this? It was her life after all. Yes He may have given her life but she was the one living it.