Lily was preparing a dinner. Her husband was out on the town, claiming to be purchasing groceries. They had just run clean out of butter. But she knew where he really was. Talking to his uncle, Ebenezer Scrooge.

A greedy banker with little regard for his nephew, or anyone, really. It more than upset her. Fred constantly invited the man over, and she'd drop dead before she hosted him with a smile. She, undoubtedly, hated that man. But seeing the smile Fred got when they spoke of him, even if she had a scowl.. it made her think twice about her own hatred.

As he walked through the door, bag in hand and dusted with snow, she dried her hands from washing the dishes.

"Frederick Holywell."

Lily walked over.