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Oct. 20th - 2nd Suport. Charc. Backstory
Bridget Sullivan's backstory
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2nd Supporting Character’s Backstory

                                                           

                                                                     September 12th, 1893

Moira,

         I’m sure you’ve been wondering what happened to me—where I disappeared to, and will be surprised at receiving this letter.  I am back home again.  After all that had happened in Fall River, I decided that I wanted to come home. 

         I have purchased a very small farm with a cozy stone croft on the edge of some woods.  I have a limited amount of stock—just a milk cow and her calf, half a dozen sheep and a few chickens.  But they are enough to provide me with milk, butter, eggs and cheese, as well as wool and meat.  That and my vegetable garden keep me comfortable. 

         I suppose I had hoped that Brian would still be here when I got back—but no.  I’ve heard he went on to New York not long after I did.  It would be nice to think he’s gone after me—but I’m sure he didn’t.  So I will live out my life as a spinster.

         Of course, when I first came home people asked about the murders.  It seems even in this remote village such happens are heard. I simply refuse—saying that I told my story at the trial and know nothing else.  But I see the looks.  Luckily, if nothing else, living with the Borden’s toughened my hide—so there is very little my own clan can do to trouble me.

         I keep to myself and hope they do the same.  I hope for a quiet, simple life like the one I had growing up.  How I wish I had never left this old village.  But then, if I had not, I would never have been able to buy my sweet little homestead.  How odd that good things can come from horrible acts.

         I hope this finds you happy and healthy and that you know you are welcome here if you, too, should decide to return to your native soil. 

         God bless and keep you,

                             Bridget

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