Lucie Manette, thirty five. There is a place for everything that I find beautiful and that inspires me. I always see the best in others. I have gone through a great trial of events in my life.
To whom it may concern,
I have always been alone. Living in a huge, ominous house filled with dark decor and frightening paintings doesn’t help my feelings of loneliness but it does represent how I feel. I feel like there is no end to my sorrow. Miss Pross takes care of me when I have my most severe cases of depression but sometimes her aid is not enough.
My house is also filled with pictures of my parents. I ask Miss Pross about what they were like but she usually gives an excuse like she has to go prepare dinner or ready the guest beds even though I know she doesn’t want to provide my an answer. Today isn’t like any average day though. A man named Jarvis Lorry, an employee of Tellson’s Bank, visited us from England. I was expected to hear about business of a bank account or fund but I was highly mistaken.
Mr. Lorry, a well dressed business man of sixty, arrived today baring news of the whereabouts of my thought-to-be-dead father. After reiterating his duties as a businessman, Lorry relates the real reason that Tellson’s has summoned him. My father, once a reputed doctor, has been found alive. “Your father,” Lorry reports, “has been taken to the house of an old servant in Paris, and we are going there: I, to identify him if I can: you, to restore him to life, love, duty, rest, comfort.”
I begin to go into shock, and my lively and protective servant, Miss Pross, rushes in to attend to me.
After I finally recover from shock, I negotiate business with Lorry on how to recover my father. He informs me that he isn’t in a stable condition and will need to be “Recalled back to life.” I am confused at this phrase and don’t know how to respond. We are instructed to go to a poverty stricken wine shop in Paris to find my father.
I am scared and unaware about what I will soon see. I hope for the best that I can help my father as best as I can.
Sincerely, Lucie Manette
To whom it may concern,
It has been five years since I have last written. When we found my father hidden in the wine shop, he was a in a constant mental breakdown. He was a show case for the residents in Saint Antoine. People who watch him make shoes everyday. He didn’t know who I was at all but I reminded him of my mother because of how I must have resembled her so well. His health was also in danger. Regardless, we had to take him to England immediately.
My father has recovered greatly. I have helped him regain his health. He has evolved into a distinguishing man. My father has established himself as an upright and proper citizen, though the gloom of his terrible past descends on him from time to time. These clouds descend only rarely, however, and I feel confident in my power as the “golden thread” that unites him to a past and present “beyond his misery.”
This past month, my father and I have had to be witnesses to a man named Charles Darnay, whom was being accused of treason, but has been acquitted by the jury. I have been accustomed to Darnay and I really enjoy being with him. He is a handsome and well-bred young man. You could even say I’m very fond of him.
I must go. Darnay and my father wish to talk to me.
Sincerely, Lucie Manette
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
