Thomas was grieving. Reasonably so. Just days ago, on September 6th, 1782, his darling wife passed away. He was now a 39 year old single father of three daughters, Mary (called Maria or Polly) and Martha (called Patty) and Lucy Elizabeth. He didn't know what he was going to do without her, how to deal with this emotional feat.

She begged him to never remarry. So he didn't plan to. Growing up, he had his fair share of sorrows. His father's death, his friends death, the Revolutionary War, his sisters death, his older children's death. So he decided to do exactly what his father taught him to do in times of grief. Work.

He was currently writing a letter to Benjamin Franklin, choosing to go to France and sway Europe's opinions in favor of America.

".. mm.. mhm.."

He mumbled to himself as he worked.