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“You speak more eloquently than many of the loyalist women,” the woman said, later. “And far more passionately.”
Alexander smiled.
“It won’t be the women who fight for us,” he said, “But it will be the women who are remembered. My whole family is passionate about the topic of liberty, my sister and parents all.”
He decided not to mention the fact that his family was the Washingtons.
The woman smiled.
“It’s only right,” she says, “Freedom is always worth fighting for.”
Suddenly, there was a cry of “Angelica!” and two other beautiful women were running up to them.
“We didn’t come here for revolution,” whined the younger of the two, curly hair tied in a high ponytail, but otherwise surprisingly similar in appearance to his younger sister. The other just laughed.
“It’s our dearest older Sister,” she says, “Have you forgotten how we got here, Peggs?”
The woman - Angelica - merely smiled.
“Well,” she said, “I got distracted listening to this man speak. Eliza, Peggy, this is Mr…”
She trailed off. Alexander felt his smile widen.
“Alexander Hamilton,” he said, not wanting to draw the Washington name into the possibility of a new friendship such as this, “My name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait.”
Angelica smiled.
“Okay, Mr. Hamilton,” she said, “Meet my Sisters, Peggy and Eliza.”
Alexander smiled, bowing.
“It was a pleasure to meet you,” he said before checking his watch and realizing the time. He sighed.
“And, my apologies,” he said, “But it seems I must go now.”
And, as he left, he found himself wishing to see these women again.
Especially Angelica.