Mary pursed her lips. “We don’t drink tea anymore.”
“That’s not the point. The king makes laws without any consideration. We have the same the rights as every other Englishmen, but he treats us like slaves.”
Mary shrugged and threaded her needle so she could continue hemming the new damask tablecloth. “I thought a king makes any law he pleases.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” George stopped with a pained expression. “I’ve explained this to you before. The king can’t make laws by himself. Parliament makes the laws, and we are the only part of England without representation in Parliament, so they disregard us.”
Mary took a breath. “But you don’t obey the laws anyway. You told me you don’t pay the customs tax.”
“Do you want to know what’s going on or not? We need to be ready for what happens next. There are mass meetings all over Boston.”
“Rowdy Sons of Liberty,” Mary muttered.
“It’s not just them anymore. The Dartmouth, with her full cargo of tea, is blocking Boston’s port. She can’t stay and she can’t leave.
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