Maudie Jefferson Alternate Ending Essay

Mrs. Higgins’s drawing room. She is at her writing-table as before. The parlor-maid comes in.

Zoey awoke from her well deserved slumber in her first class of the day, being awoken by Mrs. Serrano yelling "Zoey"! "Mrs. Serrano" she retorted sleeplessly, trying to sit up to the best of her ability. "Do you know why George killed Lennie out of love"? "Can I ask a question? Who's Lennie" she inquired in all seriousness. "If you had been reading the book you would know" she snapped and moved onto the next person before I could answer.

“That was a bad time for me, and you, and all of us. You know that.” Friday, April 8th, that’s got to be a day I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I haven’t been the same since then. Jefferson was able to discover more things about me than I ever thought possible. “Maybe you’re right,” I told her after a minute, “That’s what he would have wanted. That’s what Miss Emma would want.” My aunt would continue to remind me that I had to remember Miss Emma, to never forget what she would have wanted even if she was gone

"Right this way," the host said, leading you into a large dining area. Every table was filled with people dressed in fancy dressses and suits. On the walls there were various painting, each one was beautiful and unique. On the ceiling there was a crystal chandelier that must've cost a fortune. The whole building was very

Claudia’s gaze chilled. “And why, may I ask, do you feel obligated to do that?”

Tayne says. “Yeah... maybe you should sit down, I didn’t think I would make you

“Oh the day has come!” Patrick sang as he entered the room. He wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and hugged her, “Oh Beth, have no fear, he will say yes. To bad he wasn't the one to

“Tell Grandma not to cook dinner for me and Ginny.” I told Wilson. Why, you asked? Because Ginny and I are going on a double date. Our family member thinks we are hanging out with some friends because I lied to them. Our family will never approve of us dating anyone so we lied.

"There is no way," Ginny said, throwing the bag to Celia, who had come back. She glanced inside and began to laugh.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she promised, walking over to her kids. “Dr. Early just came over to talk to us and I’d like you to sit by dad and I while he does so, alright?”

“Indeed,” the Brute laughed as he secured her other wrist above her head. Tabitha felt like a butterfly pinned to a cork board. She tugged her arms to see if they would pull free and realized that they were securely fastened. Twisting her head to gaze at each wrist, she felt the panic begin to rise as she watched the Brute lock the manacles.

She was certain this reply bordered on insolent, but she could not quite put her finger on how. Intent on gaining the upper hand in the conversation, she shifted ground to say, "If you prefer the same gowns day after day, then I suppose I must humour you. I must say, though, Eliza, as one friend to another, that you look very ill indeed. You must be working yourself to the bone in caring for dear Jane. You really should let the servants perform their office, my dear. It is not seemly to be playing the part of nursemaid at all hours of the day and night."

"It was not because of a femme fatale! I swear to you! There was a man and he attacked me because he was angry Emelia hadn't listened to what he said. Something about her being in bed resting. But she said the strangest thing to get him to let go..." Jean Luc stared into space as her cry of anguish ran through his ears over and over again, filling his heart with more pain each

"What if it meant that you had to stay down here?" he asks back, wondering if he wanted her to say yes or no.

This narrative essay I am going to tell you about is about Mrs.Maloney. I am her lawyer and I am going to tell you why she is not guilty. I am also going to support those claims. My goal is for me to convince the judge that she didn’t do it. The thing is I know she didn’t do the bad deed,but I am going to be giving reasoning from the text.