In the tenth month of Charles's sixth year, influenza was particularly rife.
Father escaped it on a business trip of nine days, I suf ered for a day or two,
but Charlie had it worst. He died seven days into Father's absence. I was never unaware of the severity of death, I always understood it, and I
mourned for him, in the times when I wasn’t trembling at the fear of being
blamed for this tragedy. I had never seen Father experience grief until that day.
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Dear Fred
FanfictionFan, Ebeneezer Scrooge's older sister has a story rarely told on the stage. Based upon a production I acted in (playing Francesca Scrooge herself) in December 2019, I took the opportunity to write out Fan's backstory (with ideas from the cast and cr...
