Chapter Twelve

I’d been awake for hours before Elizabeth entered my room with hot chocolate and warm sweet buns.  I had to admit that there were some things about my time there that I’d miss.  Their hot chocolate was chocolate mixed with water instead of milk.  It had a bitter base and was sweetened with an oversized dollop of whipped sweet cream and their warm sweet buns would rival any bakery in Manhattan.

I felt good.  This was the day I was going home.  Bye-bye eighteenth century, hello twenty-first century. I felt excited, yet relaxed.  Since I was never one to eat in bed, after a long cat-like stretch, I climbed out of bed and padded over to the small table Elizabeth set my breakfast tray on.

“Today is the day I return,” I managed between alternating mouthfuls of sweet bun and hot chocolate.

“Yes, m’ lady,” she replied hesitantly.

I questioned Elizabeth about her hesitancy and, once again, she