Indeed, for the next three years, Ebeneezer and I lived happily together - with Father. I continued
courting Edward, though he was hardly around - my naïvity believed he was, as he said, working hard, to build a life for us.
In the first month of my nineteenth year, we got engaged, and, two months later, were married. I
left my job as a Governess, and we bought a beautiful house in Camden Town. It was no Georgian manor, nor a poor shack - but Eddie and I knew, that despite the tending that it was desperately due, it would become a glorious place to live, and, as Ed promised, to bring up our children.
Ebeneezer was thirteen when I became pregnant with you and your sister, in the fifth month of the
same year. I was so busy building a life for Eddie and I, and for you, I had barely seen Eb, but knew he was doing well at school, and was searching for an apprenticeship.
Eddie - your father was seven and ten years older than me, but that didn't
bother us. By the September, he was, economically speaking, fully recovered; his debts were paid, and his father had passed. He held his status, throughout his troubles, and inherited a greatly sum. He sold rather a lot of his assets, and invested the money. Edward seemed, however, not entirely satisfied with this quantity of wealth, and was desirous of more. He hoped it would mean he
could hire a servant or two - a nanny and a maid - he had a few ladies he
knew searching for that kind of work, and was late home every night, working overtime towards this endeavour.
YOU ARE READING
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...
