“Abigail laughed. "Poor Adam. Probably thought he'd found a woman who would follow his lead, do everything he said. Got a banshee instead. I need one of them big windows for you two to work it out against. Zoe, do we have a big window somewhere? Adam's particularly good with windows. Maybe he could convince her that way."Talia's face heated, but she ignored Abigail, stubbornly crossing her arms and blocking the door.Adam looked back at Abigail. "Can you quit mocking me for a minute and help me convince her to stay?"Abigail shrugged. "Why would I waste my time doing that when I know very well that she goes with you?"Talia controlled a smug smile."She - ? What - ?" Adam stammered. Then he turned to Talia. "Oh, hell. Come on.”

“Sophia looked down her long nose at the girl. “Who are you?”“I’m Abigail, ma’am,” she said, curtsying. “This is my brother, Jamie. I apologize for him.”Sophia arched an eyebrow. “I’ll wager you do that quite a lot.”Abigail sighed, sounding world-weary. “Yes, I do.”“Good girl.” Sophia almost smiled. “Younger brothers can be a chore sometimes, but one must persevere.”“Yes, ma’am,” Abigail said solemnly.“Come on, Jamie,” Alistair said. “Let’s go into dinner before they form a Society for Bossy Older Sisters.”

“Lady Amunsdale," Talia said, looking around the room.Nothing. Ridiculous.She tried again, louder, with melodrama. "Lady Amunsdale. Please grace us with your presence."All quiet.Jim buried his face in his hands, his bald head reddening. Talia felt bad for her mocking tone. The man was crazy, but also desperately in love."You're too nice," Adam observed. "It might take more of a command to get her to come out."Talia rolled her eyes. A command - those came all too easy to Adam. This was the last time, and she was done.She raised her voice. "Lady Amunsdale. Come here. Now."A pause, then a distorted voice whined.”

“When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, "My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.”

“Do you love him?”Adam looked back at her and she squeezed his arm. With a small smile she turned to her brother. “Yes.”Braden shrugged and reached casually over to the kettle to turn it on. “About bloody time. You two were giving me a headache.”

“You have overburdened your argument with ostentatious erudition."Spoken by Abigail Adams”