1871

Years have passed, hours, minutes and seconds like leaves, i was now 19 years old, things have happen, my dad die, I was in bankrupt, Aunt March, my old crazy aunt, harpy, rich who kept most of the family's fortune, she doesn't want to give me the money only because she said that I don’t have the last name March, ho can I have that last name, it’s her spouse last name or hers ex spouse, they divorced very soon and my aunt was left with the last name because according to her the divorce never happened, I think I'll keep it because everyone knows that the last name March is famous for its fortune and no one can prove that it's not March because most of its members are dead, killed by scarlet fever . She never have children’s, she don’t want them, if she didn’t love me like one, the person who go to the store to buy her tea of Asia, whatever, so I need to work, because with Mrs. Kingsleight death, I couldn’t stay more in Alice’s House, after all they were in bankrupt too, and I wanted to be other mouth to feed, so I got to Oxford, there I think that I can make my dream come true, to become and author, I have Alice in Wonderland my great book, made by memories of Alice dreams and my, I remember that day clear like 4 years ago, I remember that someone said me that a man who publish books named Mrs. Quinn would publish my book, I got into the office everywhere there see me a lot of time, like they never seen a woman in that place before, I go to the reception desk to put a date with Mrs.Quinn, there was a man and he said me if I was taking the secretary job of the latest Mary Louise, I said that I was going to publish a book, he see me a and said if I was sure not a story like the one in the newspaper, offended, I didn't answer him, I go with Mrs. Quinn and presented to him the book, he said that he would produce it, why, why him not publish it it is so complete, se said that man’s or people will not read that and I said why and he said that it not have coherence, is childish and is writes by a woman, low point, I work in it all my life I said to him and he said that she can publish some short stories and I say ok, I have one he give me  a little bit of money, obviously he won’t pay me like the others, I have to gain respect or more money, after going out, he say that he have a friend, in the street 22 Baker, a friend who was widower, who have two daughter, they were homeschooled of a great fortune, they would need a teacher and maybe I would need more money and they would pay me with f