The Inventor's Daughter Chapter OneChapter One: The Inventor's WifeThe Inventor's Daughter Chapter One by FrauThenardier
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Smoke rose in a silver cloud from the back of the tiny cottage in the distance as the slender woman jerked up from gathering eggs so fast she hit her head on the low roof of the chicken coop. Not again! She could have predicted that her husband would have caused another explosion that morning. He always seemed to. In fact, it was an off day when Maurice didn’t have a mishap with one of his inventions. I hope he isn’t hurt this time, she thought as she placed the egg basket on the ground, tucked up her skirts and began to sprint towards the house, hoping that she wouldn’t have to go to the village for the doctor again- money was rather tight at the inventor and his wife’s house after the doctor’s last visit, when Maurice had broken his leg repairing his latest machine. She dashed behind the farmhouse to the shed