The house is beautiful. Beautifully immaculate. I don’t touch anything. I’ll leave a mark. She offered me her bed and I wasn’t sure how to tell her that I couldn’t – I couldn’t exist in her space without leaving some of me behind. The imprint of my body in her bed. My hair tie next to the bathroom sink. The dirtied spoon I used to stir my tea. Would she welcome these little memories of me? Or would she scrub my dishes, toss my hair tie, and smooth out the bedsheets? I know the answer so I stay outside and water her trees.
About Me
An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.
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