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Elizabeth’s Demise Our heels clicking sharply on slick cobblestones, I hurried down the dark, lamp less alley pulling Annabel and Isaac, my children, along with me. Thunder sounded nearby.  Ever since my beloved husband, Jonathan, had passed, nearly 3 months ago, my children and I had struggled to keep ourselves fed and warm.  A good friend of ours allowed us to work for a few pence a day at the bakery.  I went in the wee hours of the morning to start baking so that the breads and pastries would be ready with enough time to cool before opening. “I can’t go any faster mummy,” complained Isaac, the younger of the two.