Annie could feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child, There's static in her head once more, the side effect of the constant fear, constant stress she lived with.
"Anna?" At the sound of her mother's trembling voice, It takes somethin...
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"St Hilda's Orphanage."
Flashback - Tommy's POV
She looked like she could pluck out the bones of men and carve the marks of her teeth into them. She looked like a wild thing.
She looked like Polly.
No, not just in features, but stature. The simple way she snatched the attention of off others, and the simple way in which her eyes bore through everything, seeming both emotionless and wrathful. Behind the brown was a layer of awareness, like she knew something the others didn't, and perhaps she did, seeing as she'd arrived arm in arm with Rebekah Richardson.
His mind took him back to his first exchange with Alison Vidal.
"Anna was always an unusual girl." She'd said, in a light airy tone, her mouth moving and her mind no doubt wondering elsewhere. "A girl ... who had nothing, and wanted everything." She then smiled, and looked towards her lap. "
"She was restless, and relentless. If there was something she wanted, she would get it. If there was something she couldn't do, she'd ... turn into dust before giving up. She was, the most extraordinary person I ever knew. She wasn't perfect, by any means, but ... I just- you don't meet someone like her twice , and then her mother came knocking on my door, and I realised that the apple couldn't have fell closer to the tree."
And right she had been, Tommy thought as he looked at her. She stood with the same assurance Pol stood with after being the matriarch of their family for so long. She'd parted with the Richardsons some time later and Tommy thought it was the perfect opportunity to approach him, and so he set down his whiskey glass and strides towards him. He was speaking with another man when Tommy headed towards him, another blonde Australian elitist, he presumed. As Edison noticed Tommy, he dismissed the younger man with a, "Another time, Mr Princeton." And the man he'd left them to speak with the other men around them.
Thomas stuck a hand out, "Thomas Shelby." Edison put his hand in his and shook it firmly, then smiled. "I know who you are. Edison Richardson, pleasure." Tommy only nodded back, something defensive was gleaming in his icy eyes. "Couldn't help but notice you walked in with two women earlier, your secretaries?" The man chuckled and shook his head. "No, no my sister and my daughter." The word sounded foreign from his mouth, Tommy was the only one who knew why. "Your daughter, eh?" He asked, with a small misleading smile, it wasn't entirely false though, he found the whole situation quite amusing.
"Visiting from England, we haven't been in communication for a while, truth be told."
"You're making the effort now, that's all that matters, right?"
"Yeah, so it seems. How is it over there, by the way? The weather still dreadful?" Tommy laughed at that, but he was only being polite, not for Edison's sake, though. "Always." He said before taking a drag of his lit cigarette.
