Clarisse slumped in the chair, and leaned her head on her hand. "Annette, I am not interested in looking for someone else. After my break up with Tabor... well... I want to enjoy my freedom." I hate olive green. Why does she keep this office olive green?
"It will be good for you to get back into dating again. Especially after getting rid of that no good lout. And you will address me as mother," Annette said, as she pointed her nose up to the ceiling.
Clarisse wrinkled her nose as she inhaled. "If I remember correctly, you are the one that set me up with that no good lout." And stop farting!
Annette looked down at her desk and made circles with her index finger. "I'm telling you Clarisse. Chesleigh Elleree Pendragon is a very proper gentleman. He lives at the old Luxford house so you know he is very well to do. Very handsome too I must say." She stuck up her nose.
"How did you go about finding this out Annette? Were you talking to Myrrine again?"
"You know that Myrrine and I always talk. That girl does love to chitchat."
"You or her?" Clarisse asked with a smirk. Come on Annette. You're the Queen Bee of the gossip hive. Who are you trying to kid? "How about opening the window to let a little fresh air in here? The autumn breeze is blowing." She looked toward the window.
Rude? I'm not the one that's oblivious. "Uh huh. Anyway... Annette, I'll leave you alone to take care of your mayoral duties." I need fresh air.
Clarisse rolled her eyes, will she ever get it that I have my own life? Or am I supposed to? "I do-"
"Very busy now very busy. I will see you Sunday."
"Of course." It doesn't look like I'm supposed to have a life. "I guess I'll see you Sunday after February thirtieth."
"You see. That's why you need a good man in your life. Someone to help you keep track of time."
I should've known it wouldn't work. "Good bye Annette." Clarisse left the house and walked down the winding sidewalk to the Toyota Camry sitting in the driveway. The sassifras tree looked barren, there was a mix of yellow and orange leaves were scattered around its base.
"Finally, I can go away." Let's see, bright green eyes without any road maps. I don't need Preparation H to decrease swelling under my eyes. My cheeks still have a touch of pink, and my lips are perfect. So why I do feel awful? Food. That's it I need food. I haven't had lunch yet and it's one-thirty.
Clarisse found a seat at the counter. A waitress approached, "What can I get for you? A turkey sandwich, chicken salad sandwich, or the tuna salad."
Clarisse looked down at the counter. She looked up with a teeth bearing grin, "I'll have a piece of pie please. Apple pie with ice cream on top. I know the pie was made fresh this morning."
The waitress opened her mouth and eyes, "Are... are you sure? The the. . . uhm. . . the uh turkey is fresh. Turkey sandwich yes?"
"Well, if you won't serve me an apple pie with ice cream I guess I'll just leave now. Good--" Sucking up to my mother won't work with me.
"Apple pie with ice cream on top coming up."
I'm starved and I need something to-- A little girl looked through the window dressed in a faded sweatshirt and jeans with threadbare knees. She licked her lips watching the food pass by.
So much for food. "Excuse me, could I get that to go?"
The waitress turned her head. "All right, but the ice cream will melt."
That's the best part. Why do you think I want ice cream? I mean helloo. "Pack it up."
The waitress shrugged. Clarisse approached the girl standing at the window. "Are your parents with you?"
The girl shook her head.
Clarisse opened the girl's hand. "Here's a little something for you."
The girl looked at the styrofoam box.
Clarisse met her eyes before they lowered to the box again. The girl snatched it disappearing around the corner.
"Well, I guess I'll have to hold out for another hour." Clarisse laughed. "It feels good." She got back into her car, put in a Mary J. Blige CD, and drove away.
Let's see how many messages I have. She listened to her messages noting that most of them were selling cable services, carpet cleaning, or extended car warranties. The other messages included Annette reminding her of Sunday brunch and her neighbor Skyler inviting her for a day of shopping. I have to remember to talk to Skyler about our window-shopping day. Right now, it's time to kick off the shoes, sit on the couch, and relax. Bonus would be a good TV movie.
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It was nine o'clock in the morning when Clarisse walked across the hall. I feel good this morning. It helps to work off the stress. Now to find out what Skyler is up to.
Skyler's mouth opened wide with a yawn. "Na, come on in. Give me a few to get this shit off of me. I was too dead when I came home to get a shower."
That explains it. "What time you get home?"
"About half past the moon rising."
"I could come back you know." Do I want to ask for a translation for that?
"No. Just want to make sure you get enough sleep."
"I'll be fine once the hot water hits me. Get whatever you want out of the kitchen."
Clarisse laughed. "All right I get the hint. Take as long as you want."
"Cool beans." Skyler returned to her bedroom.
About fifteen minutes later Skyler came out of her bedroom. "Hello hello heeeeeello baby."
"You've been watching the oldies but goodies commercial again haven't you?"
"It sounded like the thing to say. How did your visit with Brunhilde go yesterday?"
"Same ol' same ol'. She wants me to meet this newcomer who supposed to be a very handsome and very successful young man."
"You just broke up with the asshole of the universe. She wants you to date another asshole? Live a little. Be freeeeee," Skyler said, while waving her arms in the air.
"I tried. Believe me I tried. It didn't work though. She told me I need a good man in my life. Maybe I asked for it when I told her I would return the Sunday after February thirtieth."
"Not a smart move toots. How about doing a little window-shopping today? We could walk around and watch everyone. Then see what we can come up with for Halloween. Wadda ya say pal?"
"Sure. That sounds good."
"Yay! Letter rip red head."
"That's strawberry blonde." Clarisse turned around and looked in Skyler's eyes. "Pal."
"OK short shit, after you."
"You're just lucky I love you."
"Yeah yeah that's what they all say."
A twenty-minute drive later and they arrived at the local mall.
Clarisse and Skyler sat down on a bench outside of a department store. "OK," Skyler said, "there are two women. One in a bright pink suit and another in a sky blue suit. One man walking around with an oxygen tank and his mouth hanging open. I have to praise the old geezers." Clarisse slapped her in the stomach. Skyler continued, "I do, because look at them. They're walking around in a mall and not sitting on a porch bench watching for roaches. Even the old dude. Look at him. He can barely breathe and he's still walking. I only hope I'm that active when I get there. Shit, I just hope I'm still alive."
"Oh you will be. Who else will leave messages on my voice mail singing Blue Suede Shoes and At Last? Besides, I'll need someone to help me laugh after my visits with mommy dearest. I remember her protesting against my moving out of the house. What an argument that was."
"Not a good day huh?"
"That's putting it mildly. She had to leave for a town hall meeting, which left me home alone. I took advantage, packed up everything I needed, and moved out. It took over three months for her to stop yelling at me over the telephone."
"What do you mean over the telephone? She still gives you shit about it? Damn woman, you're your own person and the only way to express that is with being independent from mommy dearest."
"I hear what you're saying Skyler and on some level I do agree with you. But she doesn't see it that way. I think me moving out is the reason she's in a hurry to get me married off."
"You wanna run that by me again? My brain is not awake yet."
Clarisse started laughing and before she further commented, Skyler said, "No comment about that. Short shit."
"Will you stop calling me that?"
"Not my fault you're only four eleven."
"Anyway, you see with me getting married, Annette would believe she would have the power to dictate where we live. In believing that, she would do all she could for us to move back into the house in Stravon Village."
"Shit. Your mother's a mental case."
"Eh, It's Annette, that's how she is."
"Yeah, and any minute Charles Manson will be declared sane."
"Yeah and any minute you'll want to change professions. I know. Well, the store's opening. Let's go inside and take a look."
"Works for me. Besides the old people went home I think. I don't see them any more."
"What is your fascination with seniors anyway?"
"I don't have to run to catch up with them."
"Huh?"
"You try chasing perps over walls, through bushes, and over fences. It ain't easy."
"You were planning on chasing them?"
"I didn't say there was never a possibility that they couldn't be trouble."
"Hmmm. I think you're in need of a vacation."
"I think I'm just in need."
"I won't ask."
Clarisse walked through the petite section. "I don't see anything I like on sale." Looking at a clothes' tag, "What's XLP?"
"Extra long pig. Can we go now? Nothin' here."
Clarisse shook her head and laughed. "Let's go to the misses section. They might have something."
"All right."
"I thought you wanted to go shopping."
"That was to see if they have men's boxers in my size. Since they don't..."
Clarisse shook her head. "The sign says it's upstairs."
"Hah! So is food court."
"It's not lunch time yet."
"BF."
"Do I wanna know what that means?"
"Bummer for uncardinal knowledge."
"Why do I bother to ask?"
Clarisse walked between the clothes racks, stopping to look through the shirts and pants. "Non."
"Hey look. Bugsy." Skyler pointed to the children's section, to a display of pajamas.
They left and walked in the direction of Electronic Frolic.
Clarisse stood in front of the store with her arms crossed. "No, I don't wanna go there."
"That didn't stop you from dragging me all over the Sahara Dessert."
"That was a department store and we do not live in Northern Africa."
"Come on anyway. You can be my pal."
Clarisse blew up her bangs as she entered, dragging her feet.
Skyler played the latest game on the in store game playing device. Clarisse laughed to herself, I'll wait for her outside. She leaned over the railing looking at the passers by below.
A low feminine voice said, "Careful, the death of an angel is something no one would like to experience."
Clarisse turned her head and saw no one.
Skyler grabbed Clarisse's shoulders and asked, "What's up? Somebody steal something?"
"What? No. It's not that. Someone said something and now I can't find them."
"You didn't see them?"
"No. I only heard a voice."
"Was it threatening? Did it cause alarm?"
"No nothing bad... it...it just... I don't know... strange."
"All right. Keep your ears open."
"Yeah, I will. I don't think I'll hear them ever again. Let's go for a burrito. I think I'll have a super size burrito."
"Whoa mama. If you feel like having a super size burrito maybe we should go."
"No Skyler, I'll be fine. After the burrito, I'll be as good as new. The treadmill will help tonight too."
"All right. Let's go get that super size burrito, and maybe I'll join you on the treadmill."
"That'll be fun. Let's go."
A trip to the Mexicana Grill and a few laughs later they were on their way to a costume store.
"You see, you take the gray haired wig, a few pillows tucked into the right places, oh and the rotten teeth, and you have..."
"Uhm, you have a really old lady with rotten teeth?"
"A really old female cop."
"Only you would think of something like that. I think I'll go with the witch. It looks like fun."
"A small witch and an old female cop. That'll be cute. I wonder what the kids would say."
"What they always say."
"They love me?"
"No. Come and rescue me from the mad woman."
"Oh hardy har har." Skyler shook her head and started laughing along with Clarisse.
Skyler looked in her bag as she exited the store. "I think I'll go back in for the glasses. I'll be back."
"I'll wait here." Clarisse walked over to the railing and leaned against it.
She closed her eyes as someone said, "It is strange for an angel to dress as something that mortals ridicule."
Clarisse's eyes opened as soon as, whoever it was, stopped speaking. She looked around again and saw no one.
"Did it happen again?"
"What?" Clarisse turned her head and saw Skyler standing in front of her. "Oh. You're back. How about the book store?"
"So it did happen again. What can you tell me about this mysterious voice?"
"It was a deep feminine voice with a slight accent."
"You know what kind?"
"No. It's OK though. I just wish she would stay long enough to have a conversation. Let's go to the bookstore. I need a good historical fiction story to get lost in. Then we go back home, get changed, and go to the gym. Sound good?"
"Do you want to drop into the station first?"
"For what? Nothing happened."
"It's your call but if someone's bothering you..."
"Yeah and I get labeled as a nutcase. No thanks. Like I said though, everything is fine."
Skyler shrugged her shoulders and both were on their way to the bookstore. Skyler found the comic books. Clarisse kept walking to the back of the store to the historical fiction section. About to walk away a book in the mystery and suspense aisle caught her attention. The front cover had a picture of someone lingering in the shadows and only the eyes were seen. The eyes were drawn so it would appear as if they were watching a lady waiting by the road side. The title read: The Stranger Behind the Eyes. The book seemed to speak to her as if it was calling her name. She brought it up front to pay for it.
Clarisse walked out of the store smiling. Skyler looked at her, "You must have gotten something really hot."
"I got a good book I think. It seemed to speak to me."
Skyler looked in her bag and said, "Speak to me speak to me." Skyler turned her head so that her ear was in the bag. "Nope, didn't say anything. Come on, let's get going. The gym awaits us."
Clarisse laughed and tagged along behind Skyler. It was twilight when they returned to their apartment. Ten minutes later, they were dressed and ready for the gym. There were two treadmills available. Clarisse set hers to program number two and raised the platform fifteen degrees. She started walking.
A half hour later, Clarisse said, "Well, that feels better." She turned her to the left to speak to Skyler. "Hey Skyler, you done running yet?"
"Oh yeah. I can stop now. Give me a few minutes to cool down."
"Not a problem. I'll wait on the bench behind us."
"So Ce Ce, do you feel better now?"
"Ce Ce? Ce Ce? Did you just call me Ce Ce?"
"Yeah, you feel better?"
"I wonder what my life would be like if you weren't there. Maybe it would actually be normal."
"In order for it to be normal, you would have to get rid of Brunhilde."
Clarisse laughed. "I feel good. I had my full work out this morning. That helped a bunch. The burrito this afternoon and a little walk on the treadmill, everything is fine."
"OK, Skyler says she's done."
"I'm going to go home and make myself a sandwich, find a movie on television, or surf the internet."
"How often do you work out anyway?"
"Why do I hear panic in your voice? And to answer your question, I work out every morning for one hour. After that it depends on mood and stress."
"I don't want my elf to disappear already."
"God, why did you have to pick her as my neighbor? She keeps picking on my height," Clarisse said, looking up at the sky.
Once they were back at the apartment, Skyler said, "Me's gotta work now. Bye byeeee."
"Why can't I pick normal people? But then, life wouldn't be fun without Skyler." After Clarisse unlocked her door, she went into her bedroom to put on an oversized t-shirt and threadbare sweats. She found French bread, mustard, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, Swiss cheese, in the back of the fridge she found salami. A glass of milk and dinner was finished.
Her desktop powered up and she turned on the internet. She checked her email. Spam folder overflowing, nothing new. Inbox folder: two messages from a critique group with two people asking for a critique, one message from a writing forum, and another message from an online buddy. Nothing out of the ordinary there. I'll wait for my story to come back. In the meanwhile, I'll turn this off and read that book I picked up.
She noted the time to be two-thirty in the morning. Once her breathing was under control, she stopped to listen. Nothing there... they were watching me. It seemed so real. Mmmm, I have to sleep. Think good thoughts. I'll turn on my radio. The music will help.
"Why are you still asleep? I bet you went to a party."
"No, I was not out partying."
"Do you have any idea what time it is? I always know the time and I expect you to always always always, wakes up by the time sun rises. That's what happens when you go to parties."
"No I don't know what time it is and Annette, I already told you I was not out partying. If you must know, I had a nightmare last night."
"That means you have to move back to the house."
"No that doesn't mean I have to move back into the house, because where I sleep does not make a difference. I still get nightmares, Annette."
"You are coming over today."
"No, I'm not coming over today. I have somewhere else to go."
"You will be here."
"Fine." Bitch. "I'll be there in one hour."
An hour later, Clarisse opened up her car door, put the key in, and opened up her CD case. I need wake up music. Where's my wake up music? She found the Ace of Base CD and put that in. She felt the rhythm of the music in her soul.
She pulled into her mother's driveway. "Thank you Ace of Base." Clarisse turned off her engine, and exited her car. "I need coffee. Starbuck's coffee. That always does the trick for me." She walked up eight steps before knocking on the door.
An older woman answered the door. "Your mother has been expecting you."
"Good morning to you too Audra, and I'm doing fine thank you for asking," Clarisse said, in French.
Clarisse knocked on her mother's office door before entering. She is still on the telephone.
"Oh excuse me Ellie, my daughter is FINALLY here... Oh yes I know... She insists on living in the city... It is just so dangerous... I worry about her so much... There is so much crime and the wrong influence. You never can trust anyone in the city. Well, I must go dear and I'll see you at the town hall meeting... Good day to you too dear."
"Well, it is good that you are finally here. It would have been nice to inform me that you were invited to a social gathering. After all, I am an important member of this community."
"Annette, for the last time I did not go out to any party."
"Then why were you sleeping so late in the day. It simply is not proper. And you will address me as mother."
"And good morning to you too. Annette. It is good to finally be home where I know I will be appreciated. So tell me, will anything actually come out of the town hall meeting?"
"You do not take that tone with me young lady. Any more remarks like that and you will move back to Stravon Village."
"I said that because we have already been through this. It's time to move on. So. Why am I here?"
"We will move on when I say we will move on. You will move back to Stravon Village. Immediately. I am your mother and I deserve to be treated with respect."
"Why would I want to come back to a town with a population of two hundred and twenty? Better question yet. Why would I call you my mother?"
"The population is now at two hundred thirty five and you will move back because I say so. I am the mayor and your mother."
The Brussels must've had kids again. Oh yeah, the stranger too. "You could have fooled me and if the only reason for me to be here is for you to somehow convince me to move back here. I'm leaving." Clarisse stood up from the chair. She got as far as the door before her mother called her back.
"Why must you be so rebellious? If you stay with me, your poor mother, I can--you will be happy."
"You can control me better you mean. I am very happy living in the city. If you will excuse me--"
"You will not leave until I say it is time to leave. Now. The reason you are here is to help your mother pass around a notice that announces the town hall meeting. We will be discussing putting up a new church. Father Patrick has been crying and weeping for a new one. I say no because it simply is not in the budget. But the powers that be... well...anyway, when you are done doing that you are to go to the old Luxford house and leave this invitation with Mr. Pendragon."
"Why not have Audra do all of this? This is what you pay her to do."
"Audra has other responsibilities and I am your mother. But... if you don't feel the need to help your poor lonely old mother...I suppose..."
Clarisse rolled her eyes before her head dropped. Why do I let her talk me into doing these things? What would grandmère want me to do? She walked over to the desk and held out her hand. Annette put a stack of flyers in her hand and pulled out a catalog. Clarisse shook her head, turned around, and left the house.
"Young lady," Audra said. "Young lady you will answer me."
Clarisse gave her the bird.
She sat in the driver's seat reading the flyer. Mayor Annette St. Hilaire to hold town hall meeting. Time: October 28, 2008 at one o'clock. Location: Stravon Village Meeting Hall. Purpose: To discuss the appropriation of funds for a new town church. Everyone is invited to attend. "Well, I better get moving. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can go back to bed."
Clarisse drove into town and parked her car at the far end of a neighborhood with different food venders. Pumpkins of different sizes and colors stood out in front of the fruit stand. The apples shined from the sunlight hitting them. She walked in and out of various stores.
The next block was known for selling different types of dry goods. Cloth, metals, wood, with a couple hardware stores along the way. When she was finished, eat first then go to the docks or docks first then eat. If I go to the docks first, everything will smell like fish. Eat first. I'm going to the café. Their coffee can wake the dead.
"Huh?" Clarisse looked at the patrons inside the café. Everybody was carrying on about their own business. "I must be going insane."
"Here's your cheeseburger." The waitress put the plate down. Then she asked, "More coffee?"
The waitress's voice shook Clarisse out of her musings. "Oh yes please. Black."
"Coming up."
Once she was back in her car, she turned the key. My car still has half a tank of gas. I filled it up two days ago. The battery can't be dead because I had them check my battery when I went in for an oil change. They said it was fine. Why isn't it turning?
There was that voice again. There was a clicking noise coming from somewhere other than the car, "Relax, Angel, relax. I do not have much time. It is always better to offer love instead of hate."
"OK and I'm going to turn the key and my car will explode. Ready? Here goes?" Clarisse turned the key and her car started. She froze and counted to ten before she moved. Well, the car didn't explode. Yet. Next step, take it out of park and into drive. Once she was on her way, "I'm going insane."
The maple trees in the distance caught her attention. A few still clung to their yellow and orange leaves. "I wonder where the rest of leaves are. There's usually piles of them."
Ha. There's a mailbox. I wonder how they put the mailbox inside the wall. Another great mystery I guess. That means I'm done and I get to go home and go to bed. Thank God.
The door opened and she heard footsteps. A warm body encircled her, held her as lips caressed her pulse point. The tingling sensation going through her body was like nothing she felt with Tabor. Not even close. She turned around to see-something buzzed in the background. A hand reached out from under the covers.
"What Annette."
"Why are giving your poor mother attitude? I bet it's because of that party."
"If you don't want to hear attitude then do not bring up that subject again."
"I bet you're not even finished with what I asked you to do."
More like told. "Yes I finished and I'm home right now."
"Good. Then you're going to dinner with me tonight."
"No I will not go out to dinner with you."
"Why is that?"
"Why? I'll tell you why. Because every time we go out to eat together you physically grab every single man you see and bring them over to our table. As if that's not bad enough, you tell them I'm the poor lonely daughter that shows you no respect." Clarisse rolled onto her back, kicking the covers down.
"I made an arrangement for you to meet a special man."
"You did what?" Clarisse screamed, sitting up.
"Why are you yelling young lady?"
"Because you have no right."
"Dinner will be at seven o'clock tonight. At your poor mother's house."
"Fine. You said dinner will be at seven, I will be there at seven. Good. Bye. Annette." Too bad murder is against the law. I wonder if I can claim insanity.
Forty minutes later, she exited the shower. I needed it. I feel better after the little nap I had. I wonder whom she invited for dinner, but it doesn't matter because dinner at her house means I have to wear a dress with proper shoes. Why do I bother? She opened her closet door and looked for the emerald green cocktail dress. The only pair of shoes to go with them, a last look in the mirror, grabbing a coat as she walked out the door.
An hour later and Clarisse pulled into her mother's drive way. Up the eight steps to the front door and knocked. Not receiving an answer, she knocked again and rang the doorbell. I can only take so much Westminster chimes, somebody better answer or I'm leaving. Nobody answered the door. OK, I'm leaving. Since I'm dressed up I can go somewhere special.
In the meanwhile, there are some of us who can't stand the Westminster. For all I care you could shove it up your tuba woman. "I was here on time. I knocked on the door twice and rang the doorbell. Nobody answered. Not my fault."
"Of course it is. If you hadn't moved out of the house, you wouldn't have to wait for someone to open the door. Comecome. Come along. Comecome. Come along."
Rrrrrruf ruffruff. Rrrrrrruf ruffruff. "Who is it that's coming to dinner?"
Annette turned around and looked at Diane. "Well, at least you are wearing a dress, although it is a bit short. It shows your knees. Hair is of the proper length at least. Not that dreadful manly cut that so many women are wearing nowadays. Ew. Sit down at the table. He will be here in a moment."
I guess Skyler is right by calling her Brunhilde. It's also a good thing she hasn't met Skyler yet. Wouldn't that be a sight. "Who is coming?"
"A perfectly suitable man. His name is Mateo Alvarado. He may not be like us but... when you're desperate." The doorbell rang. When the chimes finished Annette continued, "He's here. You just mind your manners and for heaven's sake make me proud."
"That wouldn't be the same--"
A man strolled into the dining room. He smiled at Clarisse. "Good evening." As he bent over to kiss her hand he whispered, "How about if we blow this joint?"
"Mateo, it has been so long since we seen each other last. If I didn't know any better I'd say you grew." Clarisse moved her eyes toward her mother
Mateo nodded before he said, "Thanks to mama's cooking. Shall we--"
Mother walked into the dining room and said, "Oh, ah... Buenass... Deenass."
Mateo looked at Clarisse laughing across the table and whispered, "What is she trying to say?"
"I think she's trying to say Buenos Dias."
"Good morning? It's after seven o'clock in the evening."
"I know. Just do the best you can."
"Anyway to answer your question, I'm still the same six foot Spanish dude who beat you in debate."
"I remember. That was not my crowning moment. I was sure I was going to win, but I guess I underestimated you. So what are you doing now?"
"Ah...Mateo... ah... Comma ... easy... useted?"
Mateo started laughing. He put down his fork and said, "Ma'am, I do speak English."
"I wanted to practice my perfect Spanish. I studied all of the romance languages and I remember them all."
Clarisse and Mateo looked at each other. Mateo opened his mouth and Clarisse put a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth before he had a chance to say anything. Mateo chewed as he lifted his eyebrows.
"Are you still working at the horse ranch?" Take the hint Mateo. Now's not the time.
"Good for you. You don't want to become a world famous speechwriter? You could you know. You have the talent for it."
"No. I'm not really into speechwriting. I've always dreamed about becoming a cop."
"Good for you. What--"
"Speechwriting is a much more respected profession," Annette said. "You could even write for the President you know."
"That may be fine for other people, but not for me. The police force is what I want."
"That is such a violent profession."
"And just as respected as a speechwriter," Clarisse said.
Mateo smiled as he put a forkful of green beans into his mouth. The rest of the meal was quiet. The voice returned. "Angel be calm. Your heart is pure and your soul is giving. Do not let it be tainted by dark emotions."
Then you try and have dinner with a woman you're supposed to think of as your mother and your supposed future husband. After dinner, Mateo got ready to leave. "It was good catching up. Maybe next time I'll invite you over to my place to meet my extremely close roommate Ronnie."
"Extremely close roommate Ronnie huh?" How do I ask this without blurting it out? "The king and queen of their kingdom I take it are happy?" Sorry, but it's the best I could come up with.
So Mateo has a boyfriend. How sweet. "I look forward to it." Clarisse wrote her cell number on a piece of paper she took out of her purse. "This is my cell number. If I don't answer just leave a message."
"I will. Thank you." Mateo reached for the doorknob as she said, "Good night Mrs. St. Hilaire."
"Good night. Drive safely now."
"I'm going to go home mother. I have a chapter I need to go over. I will return on Sunday."
"Now don't be silly. We need to discuss dinner."
"We had steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. What's there to discuss?"
"Why do you always do that to me? I am your mother."
"Because there is nothing to discuss. Nothing happened. Nothing was said. Now I have to go home."
"That's just it. I set up a perfectly good dinner and neither of you talk. By now you should be dreaming about what to wear."
Here goes. I'm so sorry Mateo for doing this. "There is nothing to discuss because Mateo has a boyfriend."
"There now you see. You are mistaken, because everybody knows that boys do not have boy friends."
Why God? Why? "I. Am. Going. Home. Annette." Clarisse turned the doorknob, but her mother held it closed. She looked up, inhaled a deep breath, "Yes?"
"Nothing dear. If you don't want to stay here with your poor decrepit mother. I would understand."
"Good night then." Clarisse was able to open the door all the way. She reached the bottom step when she heard the door slam. She heard the familiar clickity clackity of heels behind her. I don't know who that is, but it's probably Audra running after me that I need to respect the mayor.
She stopped when she reached her car and leaned against it facing the house. Clarisse continued to look at the ground. Square-toed black heels stood in front of her. "Audra. You have something to say?" So much for a good night.
"Why do I ignore the mayor? I am assuming you don't know the answer so I will tell you. For eighteen years of my life, the mayor sent me off to live with my grandparents. My grandparents being French spoke French to me while I was living in their house. I grew up believing that everybody spoke French and not English. Not once during that time did the mayor talk to me. Not even the yearly Christmas card. I got nothing from the mayor until I reached eighteen. Then it was quick send her off to an Ivy League so the mayor can have bragging rights. The only reason the mayor pays any attention to me now is because of the nonexistent so-called father that died. His compensation was leaving me his entire estate. So I ask you, why do I ignore the mayor?"
"She did all of that for your own good. Only a mother would do that."
"Whatever Audra. Good night," Clarisse said as she turned around and got into her car.
Once home, she kicked off her shoes, one of them hitting her on the head. Dress taken off and sleep shirt on, she turned on her desktop and started going over the chapter in her book.
She felt her shoulders grabbed from behind. Then muscles kneaded, arms manipulated. Her back muscles pushed and kneaded as well. Clarisse felt her body relax with the pushing and kneading, moaning with pleasure. A hand moved to the front of her body and kneaded her right breast, causing the moaning to prolong and deepen. Her right leg stretched out and foot started tapping. Her breast was released. Her arms were grabbed and motioned to rise. Clarisse started to stand up--. A knock at the door woke her up. She lifted her head from the computer desk. Something knocked again. "All right. I'm coming Skyler." Is it possible to get a massage in your dream and feel it when you wake up? And my leg is stiff.
A half hour later, Clarisse returned to her living room. "Oh good, you made coffee. So what's up?"
"I know that's a trick question. Ah. Let me see. What's up? Hmmm. There's the sun, but you can't see it because it's covered with clouds." Skyler took a sip of coffee. "I know something you don't know. I know something you know. I betcha can't guess."
"I don't know, like the many laws that govern this state."
"Oh kay, rootie patootie that ain't it. It is bum ta bumbum ching. Your police chief is retiring. What was his name again? Lyle... Lyle Ledbetter that's it. He's retiring and moving to Florida."
"Well, that's good. I know he always wanted to live in Florida. Did you hear who's taking over?"
"Awww, you gave me an easy one. Party pooper."
"Oh kay and the answer would be..."
"Me."
"You?" Clarisse started laughing.
"Yeah me. I always wanted to be the small town sheriff."
"I thought you always wanted to work homicide."
"Are you kidding? That means I have to be around dead people and why are you a hyena all of a sudden."
"First of all, all appointments have to be approved by the mayor, and in case you forgot." Clarisse leaned in closer to whisper, "That would be Annette."
"What's wrong with that?"
"OK, physical attributes. A well muscled lean body, butch hair cut, and a tattoo on the ass."
"I enjoy working out. I like my hair short. And what's wrong with my bear butt?"
"Those are the things that will get you tossed out of her office. Oh and I forgot, you're a woman."
"I kinda knew that one."
"She is not the most open minded person. You're better off staying here in the city."
"Do you want me to sing Bugs Bunny's version of how dry he is?"
"Not particularly no."
"I made my decision and I'm sticking to it. So." Skyler made a raspberry towards Clarisse.
"You know I love you. You're my friend. I'm just telling you so that you won't be surprised when she has Audra throw you out the window. Bad enough you used to call her El Diablo. At least now you call her a girl's name that's a little closer to her given name."
"That ain't all I call her. You just don't hear the others and I forget about that. Uhkay, so I have to call her Mayor St. Hilaire from now on. I can do that."
"To her face?"
"Sure I can. I'll just close my eyes when I talk to her."
Clarisse started laughing. "The other thing you have to keep in mind, you have to actually live in the town you will be in charge of."
"You mean I have to move to Stravon Village because I will be chiefing it?"
"Leave it to you to come up with a new word and yes that's what I mean."
"I get to live in a village. I get to live in a village. Wanna live with me?"
"Skyler, if it was any place else other than Stravon, I wouldn't hesitate to answer yes. But..."
"But?"
"The city is my home. I enjoy living here with all of the noise, traffic jams, the golden arches. I can't live there while the mayor is still living there or alive."
"All kidding aside, did she abuse you? Give me the word and I have a few favors I can call in."
Clarisse shook her head. "It's not that. She abandoned me a long time ago and never looked back. I vowed when I moved out of that house never to come back, and to break that vow would be torture. I couldn't be free."
"You will come and visit me though wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I'll come for the occasional dinner." Clarisse laughed a little as she ruffled Skyler's hair. The action made Skyler hug her.
"I better get that letter in. Later gator." Trying again, "Later gator." Skyler continued, "You see when someone says later gator you say in a while crocodile."
"All right Skyler, then let's try this again. Later gator."
"I'm supposed to say later gator but since you did already, I'll say in a while crocodile." Skyler left the apartment.
"Oh boy it's going to be fun. I wonder... nah, nobody would ever believe that we're related."
Chapter 2
"Hey, what's business?" Skler asked, standing in the doorway.
Clarisse buttoned the suit coat. "I have to wear this because there's a town hall meeting today that Annette is insisting I attend."
"I'm sorry. I'll make the arrangements." Skyler opened her cell phone. "Did you want roses or lilies?"
Clarisse looked in the mirror while she touched up the lipstick. "I prefer calla lilies and for the record it won't be that bad. I hope."
"I wish you peace." Skyler bowed as she held her hands in a prayer position.
"I know. You are supposed to attend the meeting too if I remember correctly." Bathroom light turned off, she grabbed her purse.
"Oh yeah. I'll be there." Skyler said, with a smile.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing. It's a happy smile."
"That is not a happy smile it's a I have a plan smile."
"Really. It's a happy smile."
"I better leave now, that way if I'm arrested, I can tell the cops I know absolutely nothing about what happened." Clarisse pushed the button for the elevator.
Clarisse pulled along side the curb surrounding the Stravon Village Meeting Hall. She stopped on the lawn and looked up the castle's tower. She laughed and shook her head. To think of all that goes on here, so they can say, "I was at a castle." She walked to the first room and read the sign: Town Hall Meeting to Discuss New Church. Leave it to her to reserve the largest room. And how many show up? She took a seat in the back row, watched others talk around her.
Clarisse laughed, as she looked at the flannel shirt in front of her. Checkers, King me.
Annette looked around. "Since nobody seems to have any questions, we will move on to--"
A revved motorcycle engine interrupted the mayor.
Oh no. Don't tell me, Clarisse thought as she watched someone ride in on a Harley Davidson with a full-face helmet, leather jacket, and boots.
They stopped in front of the stage, got up off the bike, and took off the helmet.
She is in so much trouble when I get home.
"Oh my. Audra, go turn the fans on to blow out some of that exhaust."
Audra nodded her head.
"Are there any questions?" Annette looked over the room. "Since nobody has any questions about anything I guess we're done." She continued after everybody rose from their seat. "And don't blame me for not telling you anything," she said over everybody's voices as they exited the room.
Now is the time to laugh because I'm going to be wasting my day with mommy dearest. Weird Al Yankovic in the CD player and... ah Amish Paradise. Then I go home and go to the gym. At the end of the song, she reached the house.
Westminster chimes sounded when Diane rang the doorbell. Audra answered at the very end. "It would have been proper for you to sit with your mother."
"Fuck you bitch," Clarisse said in French.
Audra grabbed Clarisse's shoulder, "You will not leave until you tell me what you said. In English as anyone from the mayor's household would."
You are going to wish you didn't say that. "Since you asked, I'll tell you."
"Angel, whatever you are thinking you must stop immediately I insist. Keep your heart pure. Do not let evil taint your purity," the voice said.
Clarisse clenched her jaws. She pointed and smiled. "Your nipples are showing."
Audra inhaled a breath as she looked at her breast. Covering them with her hands, she ran upstairs.
Annette came out of her office. "You have the responsibility of being my representative. That is why you are here."
"No Annette. I have my own reasons why I'm here, being your representative is not one of them."
"You will address me as mother."
"We've had that conversation before. I know that memory is the first to go when you get older so I'll remind you. The only thing you did was give birth to me. Grandpère and grandmére are the only ones that can ask anything of me. Grandpére really since grandmére died, but you wouldn't know that because you didn't show up to her funeral."
Annette backhanded Clarisse across her left cheek. "You will leave immediately. Do not bother coming here again." Annette turned around and walked upstairs.
Clarisse rubbed her cheek and stood there watching Annette walk up the stairs. She heard the slamming of a door.
Mariah Carey played in the background. The CD played one and a quarter times before she turned off the engine.
Clarisse heard someone call her name but she continued to her apartment. Three locks clicked and the door was secure.
I want to dream. I wanted my dream lover to hold me. Maybe because I'm on my period. Maybe because I was angry. Maybe because I was so tired and frustrated I can't take it anymore. Maybe because-Clarisse made a fist sized hole in the wall, bleeding knuckles, and a pulsating pain stopped her tirade.
A bowl of ice to soak the hand sat on the floor by the couch. A warm body enveloped her. A woodsy scent with a faint smell of something like cinnamon in the background seemed to float in the air. Arms enveloped her and chased away the anger and the pain. She lifted her head to see--"Hey! Skyler! What's the meaning of this?"
"I wouldn't have to break in to your apartment if you answered me."
"I didn't answer you because I wanted be alone. Go return the key to the building manager and leave me alone."
"You try to help someone..." Skyler slammed the door as she left.
Clarisse cleaned up the water bowl before changing into workout clothes. She went to the gym and went to a treadmill. Forty-five minutes later, she went to the stair climber, and continued around the gym. Breathing heavy, dripping sweat, muscles screaming, and chest aching she went home to shower and change. She took out her duffle bag and packed a few clothes for her trip to see grandpére. I have to drop into Computer Buddies and look into laptops. I stored my stories on my thumb drive so I just need something to plug it into. Oh and I need to bring bourbon.
Clarisse found a laptop and bought the bourbon at a nearby liquor store. She laughed thinking about the label. Who knew he made bourbon?
She opened her trunk to take out her laptop, duffle bag, and her grandfather's special gift. It was a two-story sky blue house set on top of what looked like a large square rowboat. I laugh every time I see this thing. It feels so nice to be here.
"Grandpapa, I may still be a mouse but I'm not so little any more."
"To me, you will always be my little mouse. I'll show you where can put your things."
"Thanks grandpapa." After setting everything down, she held out the brown paper bag and said with a smile, "This is for you."
"For me? Thank you. Let me see what you have brought for me." After taking it out of the bag, he read the label and started laughing. When he stopped, "I always knew Rip Van Winkle would make very good bourbon."
"You haven't even tasted it yet."
"I do not need to taste it. It was made by a very wise man."
"I think we have different views on that story. Anyway grandpapa... I came here because I needed to get away. Annette and I had a confrontation that didn't turn out very well. I missed you and thought this would be the perfect place to be for a few days."
"Is that how you hurt your hand and the cause of the bruise on your cheek?"
"I hit the wall and Annette slapped me. I bruise easy."
"Little mouse, little mouse, hurt in your search for cheese. It is cheese you search for in comfort. Little mouse, little mouse, hurt in your search for cheese. Your were hurt in your search for comfort, and now you shall search no more." Grandpapa opened his arms wide. Clarisse walked into the arms feeling the warmth and security.
"Grandpapa, I love you too."
"I know, little mouse. I know. It's nearly lunch time. How about a good lunch with your grandpapa? If we don't have lunch soon, that bear inside your stomach will come out and have us for lunch."
"Oh you." Clarisse laughed along with her grandpére.
"How about a grilled seafood nicoise salad? I remember it used to be your favorite."
"That sounds really good right now. Did you need help?"
"No, I will do this for you little mouse. Yes, I remember...cheese."
Clarisse giggled. "I'll make the iced tea then."
This seems magical. Being here with him having lunch.
After the dishes were done, grandpére fell asleep. Clarisse took that opportunity to work on her story.
There's a multipurpose building at the top of the hill. And they have Ethernet connection.
Hi grandpapa,
I left to hook up my laptop computer to the internet at the main building at the top of the hill. I will be back by dinner. I promise.
I love you,
Little mouse
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Put the note on the fridge, grab the Ethernet net cable, my thumb drive, my cell, and that should be it. I don't think I need a flashlight. Do I? Eh, I'll take one just in case. It can't hurt.
With everything in hand, she walked into the building.
A posted sign on the front counter read: Ethernet connection available. First hour free. One dollar an hour after that.
One hour should be long enough. I just need to find someone to help me edit my stories. Maybe there's someone available on the writer's forum. Looking at the beta section of the forum, she found a posting by Crone's Muse.
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I will beta any fiction presented to me.
I ask that the first five thousand words be sent to me so I may get a feel of your story and your writing style. After that, I will tell you if I can work with you or not. It doesn't matter if it's first draft or ready for submission to a publisher.
My strengths are plot, characterization, facts, and technical issues such as typos or missing words. We will work on the grammar together.
I am thorough.
If this agrees with you, PM me with the details and I will return your PM with my email address
Crone's Muse
It looks good. I'll leave a personal message with all the info and see what happens. If the relationship doesn't work out, find another one.
"It was very refreshing. How did your internet search go?"
"Well, I used to have someone help me edit my stories. What to change, what not to change, suggestions stuff like that. She moved to Northern Michigan to be with her sick aunt. So I don't have her any more. I think I found another one. The posting sounded promising. I left a message with all of the info that I think they would need. Hopefully it'll work out. If not, find another one."
"Sometimes, it's all we can do. Hope and prey. How about if you take out the wine?"
"Oh sure. I remember how much you like wine with your dinner. I'm thinking rosé wine. Would that be okay?"
"That would be perfect."
Clarisse found it in the wine cooler. Wine ready and the table set, they sat down to eat marinated lamb and potato casserole.
"How is your writing coming along?"
"It's coming along fine I think. A few more rewrites, a beta read, and I think this one will be ready to be sent out."
"Sounds like an author. Always writing and rewriting. Are you going to give your grandpapa a hint about the story?"
Clarisse giggled. "I suppose a little hint can't hurt. Here goes. I'm envisioning a woman who has nothing. One night, she bumps into a rich man and it's love at first sight. She would like to get together with him, but there are a few obstacles."
"Be careful about retelling old stories. Your stories should stand out so they can be remembered."
"I promise it will be as original as I can make it. I don't want to give too much away. Then you won't buy my books."
"I will buy your books and enjoy them to the very end."
Clarisse held up her glass. "May we toast to originality, patience, and hope. Cheers."
"Cheers."
Dinner dishes done, hmmm, I think I'll go to bed. It feels like it's been a long day.
A light started to come on, she opened her eyes to see... Oh God, it's morning. Coffee first.
Grandpére turned around. Swollen eyelids and red eyes told her how he was feeling. The crumpled handkerchief was further proof of her suspicion. "The sun is shining and the wind has started I think."
"Grandpapa, if you want, we can visit grandmamma's grave. It's not too far from here."
"I'm fine little mouse. I'm fine. Let's gather up a few things and go for a walk. We'll find a nice spot to have a morning meal."
"OK. Promise me though that if you want to visit grandmamma you'll say something. Promise?"
"I promise, little mouse. I promise you that. I talk to her every night you know. I tell her every night she was the only woman for me and I love her very much."
"I miss her too. Before I go back to the city, I'll drop in and say hi. The building on the top of the hill has her favorite pink arum lilies. I remember she used to say they were a lady's flower. So pink and so delicate."
Grandpére nodded his head. From the right angle, there would be a smile. Not enough to stretch the face, but to Clarisse he looked happy. A basket of croissants, cheese, and coffee was packed. Clarisse held on to her grandpére's hand as they walked.
Clarisse smiled. There was a hop in her step as she saw the trees. The pond was visible once they walked into the glen.
"Grandpapa, the crying tree." Clarisse hugged him. She looked up in to his eyes. "I remember you telling me a story about this tree. There once was a little girl who was so happy nobody believed that she could ever be sad. Her name was Willow. One day, her favorite cat disappeared never to be seen again. She remembered how her cat loved to climb trees and planted a tree right on this spot. Every day she would come out and talk to the tree and take care of it. She would always cry when she came and it was those tears that watered the tree. That's why, we have the weeping willow. I remember that story."
Grandpére laughed when she finished. "Don't misunderstand me. I laugh because I'm happy that you remembered that little story."
"It was your inspiration that I became an author. All of those stories you used to tell me. I never got tired of hearing them."
"Your little bear on the other hand..."
Clarisse's cheeks warmed. "Oh grandpapa."
"Come and join me for a good breakfast."
After breakfast, they returned to the houseboat. The wind picked up and leaves flew around. Grandpére unhitched the boat and took it out a little ways from shore. Clarisse smiled and walked with a hop in her step as she grabbed her laptop to take to the upper deck. Grandpapa is fishing and I'm writing my story. I couldn't ask for a better day.
Parmesan cheese ran into her bedroom and--Huh?
"Ahem."
"What?" Clarisse looked up to see grandpére holding a wedge of parmesan cheese. "Yes grandpapa, can I help you?"
Clarisse looked out toward the water. "It did. I didn't realize. Give me a few to get cleaned up. Then I'll meet you down there for dinner."
Clarisse met grandpére at the dinner table. She laughed. "You didn't have any luck fishing huh?"
"I think the fish had something better to do than to bite on an old man's hook."
"You are not old. Just... vintaged."
"I say old. You say vintaged. Same thing. Let's eat."
Ratatouille and crab quiche was passed around. "Oh grandpapa, dinner was great. You've outdone yourself. Again. I'll clean the dishes this time. It'll give me creating time."
"If you wish." Grandpére stood up from the table and said, "I shall take Rip Van Winkle with me to enjoy the night."
"Just don't enjoy his company too much."
"I understand your concern and will say, I'll pour a glass for me and then pour a glass for my sweet love."
"All right, grandpapa. Tell her I love her too."
Grandpére nodded his head and left the table. With the table cleaned up it was time to do the dishes.
"With sadness there is darkness. With love and joy there is light. Both must exist to understand them," the voice said.
It's been a while since I heard you. I understand what you're saying, but I can't help but think that grandpapa has lost his will to live. Maybe grandmamma's death has something to do with it. They belonged together.
One eye opened to see the sun shining on the hardwood floor. It's morning already. I better get out of bed.
"Oh little mouse. I'm so sorry. You are here on vacation and I've neglected my duties."
"It's okay grandpapa I understand. When you're done, bring everything to the kitchen and I'll clean it up before I go."
Grandpére nodded his head. "Always remember my sweet little mouse, you are loved. By me. By your grandmamma. Both of us love you very much. Do not let that female dog ruin your life. I don't know what my son saw in her but... well...the most precious of treasures can never be bought or sold. They can only be felt with the heart and seen in your mind. The good. The bad. The mundane. All of them we have here in our heart. Promise grandpapa you will never forget."
What is he saying? It sounds like a death letter. "I promise grandpapa. I promise I'll never forget your love."
"That's all I needed to hear." Grandpére sat down at the table and started eating his breakfast. I better clean up the room before I go.
Clarisse returned to the upper deck and found grandpére fishing and the morning dishes gone. "Grandpapa, I'm leaving now. I'm sorry but I have to go. You always told me to keep my promises and... that's what I'm doing. Unfortunately. If you need anything just call."
"Oh my precious little mouse. Have a safe journey home. That's all I need. I am an old man after all so my needs are simple. Happy Halloween."
"Happy Halloween, grandpapa. I love you." Grandpére's arms engulfed Clarisse. When he let go, she turned around and walked away.
The flowers were sitting on the front seat with the sun shining on them. Forty-five minutes later, Angels Mound came into view.
Flowers in hand, up two flights of stairs, and to the left of the statue a plaque with the name Amarante St. Hilaire born Feb. 2, 1940, died Sep. 15, 2008. May her spirit be free now and forever. "Hi grandmamma, I'm sorry I haven't visited in a while. I brought your lady's flowers. I left grandpapa almost an hour ago, and I think he's very sad. I know it hasn't been that long but...he just doesn't seem to be himself. I just... well... wanted to say... I love you." Tears streamed down her face unhindered.
Clarisse took a Kleenex out of her purse and wiped her face. Looking over the wall, she saw a red tint to the sky. She looked at her watch. It's nearly four-thirty. I didn't think I was here that long. I better get going.
Smiling, she opened her trunk and took out everything she brought. She listened to her voice mail. Skyler's message was the longest as she sang Who's Sorry Now. Connie Francis does a better job. But at least Skyler tried. I better hop on over there and see if she wants to talk.
Clarisse laughed and shook her head before she said, "Je n'étais pas certaine que tu m'appelerais cela toujours, et je voulais te dire que je regrette de ce que j'ai dit. Je suis désolé de ce qui est arrivé récemment. Ce n'etait pas une bonne journée."
"You wanna repeat that in English."
"Sorry. I've been speaking French for the past couple of days. I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened a couple days ago. It wasn't a good day and I took my anger out on you."
"All of that for I'm sorry? Somehow it always sounds longer when it's said in a foreign language."
"Well...there were a few extra words but that's the gist of it."
"I should've asked before I pounced. Sorry. Wanna go for a brew?"
"No. I have some things I have to get done. I have a..." Clarisse raised her hands up to mimic quote marks as she said "ball... to go to. I have to dress like a princess. Yick."
"I could go as your prince."
"You have to have an invitation."
"I could sneak in as your prince."
"Sorry. I might not be gone all that long. But we'll see."
"All righty chum chum. Wish me luck. I might not have to report for duty tomorrow but we'll see."
"I thought you quit."
"Sorta kinda. I mean I did quit. But the deal is I work until the end of the month. Then my resignation becomes effective."
"Only you would do something like that. OK. We'll talk later."
Clarisse returned to her apartment and logged on to her desktop. She wanted to find out if Crone's Muse agreed to be her beta.
Logging onto the website, Diane found a message in her inbox.
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Dear Ms. St. Hilaire,
As I said in my blog, I am very thorough. I will comment and make suggestions as needed. Expect a lot. That is why my turn around time may be a littler slower. Around fourteen days depending on the length of the chapter. If you agree to this, reply using my email address and attach the first chapter of your book.
Crone's Muse.
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I don't have a problem with that. There, email sent and chapter attached. We'll see what happens when it comes back. In the meanwhile, I have a princess dress to set out.
Outfit decided, she went into the kitchen to look in the cupboards. Clarisse reached into the cupboard and pulled out a package. I forget I had these. Twist off the top and lick the filling. This'll be good. I'll go shopping tomorrow before I have to leave for the party.
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She felt her bed move. Hands caressing her breasts and kissing her lips and pulse point. A finger slid between her legs and found the G-spot. Breathing became shallow and rapid, strange vibrations in her abdomen. Her clit swelled and her leg shook. She ground herself in her lover's hand to the rhythm of the stroking. When her breasts were released she felt someone looking over her as she swam in a lake--"Huh?" Clarisse got out of bed and pulled back the covers. "My bed is wet. I haven't wet the bed since I was four and my leg is stiff again. Do dreams actually do that?" Large yawn later, "I better get my sheets into the laundry."
Once out of the shower, she pulled off her bedding and put them in the washer. It's a good thing I have my own washer and dryer. While that's going, I better go to the store and get some food.
Laundry going, she wrote between loads until two o'clock. Clarisse changed into her costume. She giggled as she grabbed the last item before leaving her apartment.
Up the eight steps, she took two deep breaths before and rang the doorbell. The lyrics to The Monster Mash replayed itself in her head as she waited for the door to open.
The door opened to reveal Audra. "It is about time you showed up. You should have been here hours ago to assist. She is the mayor and appearances are everything."
Pluck your magic twanger Froggy, come and help me deal with the bitch from hell. Clarisse walked passed Audra and into the room where the party was held. People dressed in tuxedos with eye masks walking around with trays filled with wine and champagne. Guests dressed in jeweled gowns and crowns gathered in groups around the room.
Annette approached Clarisse as she looked around the room. "What a horrid thing that is."
"Hello to you to Annette."
"Do not further disgrace me with that... that... that horrid rag. The hem is much too high, I can see your breasts, and it is much too tight. It is not the dress I had made for you. I spent good money only for it to go to waste. And you're taller than I am."
A contralto voice interrupted and said, "An adorable witch. So beautiful as well. If you will excuse us."
Clarisse turned her head to see Annette standing there with her eyes and mouth wide open. Turning back around she followed the black suit. They walked through the French doors to a balcony, overlooking the garden. It was twilight. She's gorgeous. Look at that shiny black hair and her eyes. Oh God her eyes. So blue they look like the summer sky. Did she ask me something?
The woman laughed. "My name is Leigh, and you would be?"
"I'm sorry." Clarisse waved her hand in front of her face, "I'm Clarisse. How do you do?"
"I'm fine. Looking for a lovely lady such as yourself to spend the night. Courting. And you?"
"Wow. I didn't think anybody said courting anymore. You have an interesting accent. It sounds something like the old Dracula in those black and white pictures. Where are you from?"
"I am from many places. Spin the globe around and around and where your finger lands, that was my home."
"That's a lot of places. I've been to Canada, France, and California. That's as far as I've traveled."
"The road is long. The road is lonely. The difference between the road and a journey is whether or not you have somebody with you or waiting for you."
"And you've had what? The road or a journey?"
"I have traveled many roads."
"What about your parents? What did they do that required so much traveling?"
Leigh looked down before leaving the balcony. Clarisse sighed. Did I say something wrong? Was I too intrusive?
"I thought you left. I'm sorry if I asked the wrong question."
"Such woeful eyes. Your words are precious. Do not worry. Let us return to the balcony. The fresh air is much better."
Clarisse smiled. "Yeah, it can get pretty stuffy in there. As for the food... well... I've never had caviar. To me there's just something wrong with eating fish eggs. You can have that. As for what I'm assuming is smoked salmon... it doesn't stink so that's a good thing." Taking a bite of the smoked salmon hors d'oeuvre, Clarisse stopped mid chew and gulped it down. "The smoked salmon wasn't all that great either. I think I'll pass on the rest of the hors d'oeuvres."
"Will there be a meal?"
"If I know Annette there will be. She's waiting for the so-called golden hour. Her definition of the golden hour is when the sun has set and the sky turns to gold."
Leigh started laughing. "Never in all my travels, have I ever seen the sky turn gold when the sun sets."
"I know. That's Annette. What do you do?"
"What do I do what do I do. A simple question that requires a complex answer. I do a little bit of everything. For survival. For fun. For amusement. If there is something out there that I have not done, then it was most likely created during the time we have been talking."
"Uh. OK. If you'll excuse me. I'll be back in a couple minutes."
Leigh nodded. Clarisse noticed Leigh looking down at the ground again. I hate Mother Nature. Why couldn't she wait a week?
Leigh turned around and smiled, "Let us hope the champagne is better than the food."
After taking a sip, "Just slightly."
A bell dinged in the distance.
"That's the dinner bell. Be prepared for pomp and circumstance. She loves to play the queen role."
"A dream is always easier to portray than reality. Let us go."
Once all of the guests were seated at the dinner table, Annette smiled as one of the servants hit the gong. Clarisse shook her head as she leaned on her hand. I hope nobody noticed. The pat on her leg told her otherwise. Sneaking a peak to her left, revealed a smiling Leigh.
"Here ye! Here ye! Our wonderful Queen Annette has summoned all of you here tonight to share in her royal bounty. Here ye! Here ye!"
Annette stood up from the table. "I brought all of you here tonight to meet our generous new resident, and to welcome my daughter. I raised her from a baby and sacrificed so much for her well-being. They grow up so fast and forget so much. If it wasn't for the sacrifices that I made she wouldn't be a top selling author now would she. But children will be children and they forget to appreciate all that we have done for them." After a brief pause, "Let us welcome Chesleigh Pendragon and Clarisse St. Hilaire. If the both of you would please rise."
Clarisse glanced to her left and saw Leigh rise. She's Chesleigh Pendragon? Is mother in for a surprise and Leigh has some explaining to do. They rose from the table. Clarisse took a glance of the couple in front of them. The inhaled breath and bulging eyes told her what they thought. Clarisse turned her head toward the head of the table and saw the same expression.
"You you can't be," Annette said. "You can't be Chesleigh Elleree Pendragon. He is a very wealthy and handsome young man."
"I assure you Madame. I am Chesleigh Elleree Pendragon that is the current resident of the Luxford estate. Any stories you may have heard in this village are stories unless you have heard them from me directly."
Annette dropped into her seat with her mouth still open. Clarisse and Leigh sat down. Audra stood by Annette with her mouth agape and eyes not moving. Clarisse nodded her head and mouthed, bring out the food, to the servant at the head of the table.
Clarisse stared at the plate. Black food on a white plate. Do I even wanna try? She snuck a glance at Leigh's plate and didn't see a fork moving into the food either.
"If everybody will excuse me, I have to leave now. Good bye, Annette." Clarisse stood up, pushed in her chair, and walked away.
Clarisse opened the coat closet hearing Audra running after her. There were heavier footsteps behind Audra. Whoever it is sure sounds tall. I'm gonna go back home, change... maybe not. Maybe I'll go out and have some fun.
Clarisse felt a hand on her shoulder, a woodsy scent with a hint of cinnamon along with it. Oh what the hell. She won't understand me anyway. This will be for my own satisfaction.
"Excuse us please." Leigh escorted Clarisse to the far corner of the room. Looking into her eyes, "Do not let their small minds corrupt your heart."
"I'm not letting their small minded ideas corrupt me. I am simply letting them, to be more specific Audra know how I feel." Clarisse returned to Audra to say in French, "Fuck you bitch and her too."
"I demand to know what you said in English," Audra said.
Leigh lowered her head to rest on Clarisse's shoulder, groaning.
"I said--"
Leigh interrupted. "Have a nice Halloween."
Clarisse closed her mouth and looked at Leigh.
Once out the door, Clarisse took off her hat. She looked at Leigh who was standing next to her. "Do you know French?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then you know exactly what I said."
"Yes I did."
"You should have let -- no I won't say that. You don't understand so I won't say it. What I will say is that your interruption was not appreciated."
"What purpose would it serve for her to know what you said. What would you accomplish? Their minds are small and thick. They would not understand especially the mayor's coadjutor. That dinner proved that much. Do not let your heart make your judgments for you. Know when to think. Know when to feel."
"Excuse me but I know the difference."
"I do not believe you know the difference. If you did, you would not have anger in your voice or in your eyes."
Clarisse looked up at Leigh. It was so easy to get angry with Annette at Audra. Maybe she is right. I let them get to me and that's why they take pleasure in torturing me. Clarisse descended the stairs and continued to walk to her car. As she was about to open her door a hand came around and closed it.
Clarisse turned around. "I still don't know how you do it. You invade my thoughts. You invade my dreams. Why?"
"The questions you ask are not easy to answer. Not yet. My intentions are not to harm you. Only to be with you in your heart when we cannot be physically together."
"You have a lot of explaining to do."
"I know I do, Angel. I know I do. Please. I ask that you be patient with me."
"I'll be patient. I will ask later though. I'm going to go home now and see about having some fun. I'm all dressed up. I might as well take advantage."
"Follow me then and I will take care of you tonight."
Clarisse looked into Leigh's eyes. "Now I know why I can't stop looking in your eyes. They glow. It almost looks like there's a little light bulb in them. Are they always like that?"
Leigh looked straight ahead, "Night has fallen and the harvest moon rises. The wall between the dead and the living is thin. Many things can happen. We must be careful." Leigh snapped her feet together, bowed, and kissed Clarisse's hand before walking away.
Chapter 3
It's so dark here. Seems spooky with the tree limbs moving. Hoohoohoo, hoo, hoo. Even an owl up there. Clarisse stood a few feet from the front steps looking around rubbing her arms.
"Angel, come inside now before you get cold," Leigh said from the doorway.
"Oh... uh right."
Clarisse stood in the doorway. "I know I didn't say this earlier. Maybe I should have... but...the way you're dressed looks like dignitaries from Europe. The classy tuxedo and the red ribbon crossing your chest. You look very nice."
"Eh. I..." Leigh laughed while blushing, "Thank you. Please come inside. Wander as you wish while I check on my daughter. She should be in bed."
"I understand. Take your time."
Clarisse watched as Leigh nodded her head and went upstairs two steps at a time.
She went into a room, everything looks so rich so opulent. The burgundy velvet sofa is so big; I bet it could fit five people and still have room. I could get swallowed if I sat in that chair. The fabric is so soft. I know the one at Annette's house is big, but this fireplace is as tall as I am and about two people wide.
Her hand brushed the round side tables as she gazed at the mahogany sofa table.
An oriental rug protected the Gothic parquet floor.
Her eye wandered up to the painting above the fireplace. A woman that looked like Leigh dressed in the same suit. She wasn't smiling. The closer Clarisse gazed at the painting the more it seemed that this woman was sad. No tears in the picture. It was the eyes. Something about the eyes says this woman that looks so much like Leigh gives that impression.
Clarisse screamed and put her hand on her chest taking deep breaths. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. When I felt your hand though--oh never mind."
"It is all right angel. I brought a little wine with me to share. If you give me a little time I shall come up with something from the kitchen."
"That sounds good. Do you need help? I promise I don't burn water."
"My kitchen. My domain. I promised to take care of you tonight and I shall do just that. Enjoy. Be sure though you do not go outside. The wind is very cold and fierce tonight."
"I'll be careful I promise."
Leigh's body turned before her head still looking at Clarisse, making a cross mark on her chest before Leigh left the room. She continued her gaze out of the glass doors. Trees dancing in the wind and a wise old owl hoots in the night, welcoming the fierceness of nature. A small body could be seen with the light of the moon calling for help. A witch flew down hearing the cry.
Clarisse turned her head and smiled "Hi. I was lost in thought. Sorry. Did you need help with something? I know I keep asking that."
"Supper is ready."
"OK, lead the way."
"We have chicken and pasta in a sour cream sauce, a roasted beet salad, and tea for now wine for later. Enjoy," Leigh said with a smile.
"Mmmmm. Oh my God that smells so good. Everything looks so colorful." After a few bites, Clarisse continued with the conversation. "Tell me about your daughter. Or am I asking the wrong question again."
"My daughter's name is Vissia. She is nine years old now. We have not had an opportunity to thank you for the apple pie," Leigh said looking down at her food.
Is she embarrassed? Do I ask? "I just saw a little girl in raggedy clothes look through the window at the café and she looked hungry. I hope the ice cream survived the trip."
Leigh put down her fork and covered her mouth with a napkin as she laughed. "By the time she came home with the pie, there was a creamy puddle in the box. 'But mommy' she said with such a wide smile, 'a nice small lady with beautiful golden hair gave this to me. Could we keep it?' I was surprised that a stranger would offer such a gift."
Clarisse laughed. "That is cute. I perform RAOK occasionally."
"RAOK? What is that?"
"RAOK. Random acts of kindness. Sometimes Skyler is with me even if it's not physically."
"I know there are times that your emotions and thoughts are...what is the English translation...eh... spirited. I am sorry that word does not describe them well enough. Picture a bunny grazing and sees in the distance something new something so different that it takes that bunny away from feeding." Leigh stopped talking. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Oh no. I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at your story. It's cute. It's just that I have a wild imagination. So in my head, I'm picturing this little bunny rabbit eating grass and a lizard in the distance with an electric guitar rockin' to the beat. The rabbit's tail starts twitching and forgets about eating. And soon, the little bunny rabbit and the lizard are best friends."
Leigh joins in the laughter after hearing the story. "Your story is much better. I must say."
The pasta dish finished and put aside, the beet salad in its place. "Are you psychic?"
"What I can do with my mind cannot be defined with words such as clairvoyance, telekinesis, or empathic abilities. It goes far beyond that."
OK. I ask one question and several more pop up with every answer. "You know, your eyes stopped glowing. Is that a bad sign?"
"Angel, you worry too much. This night is about you being happy. To answer your question, it is something that happens when the moon is high and everything is right."
"So... not everything is right?"
"As I said you worry too much. Everything is well. Vissia is asleep. We left that horrendous gathering to share each other's company. I would say this has turned out to be an enjoyable evening."
"The meal's done and now comes the fun part. You wash and I dry or I wash and you dry?"
Clarisse's eyes met Leigh's.
"You are the only one that I have ever had as a guest that offered something of themselves," Leigh said. "First the pie and now offering assistance."
"It's just dishes. You take the sponge, get it wet, put soap on it, and start scrubbing. You add music and you get butt dancing."
Leigh's body shook as she laughed. "I missed the butt dancing lessons I believe."
"That's because you've never done the dishes with Skyler. She invented it I think."
"The dishes will take care of themselves later. It is our time now. We have wine and a story to finish the night."
Clarisse looked under the table, leaned over to look in the doorway, looked in the other direction, "I know you're hiding him somewhere you. You didn't punish him did you?"
"I am sorry. What are you talking about?" Leigh said, with a little bit of laughter.
"I take it you've never seen The Sorcerer's Apprentice."
"The Sorcerer's Apprentice? I have never heard of that. Does that make a difference?"
"You see. The movie is about Mickey Mouse that was given a chore to do. Up the stairs down the stairs with buckets of water. He's getting tired and starts looking for something to make his job easier. The wizard's hat. He sees it and puts it on. He commands the waters, commands the brooms, everything is going great until he realizes he can't make it stop." Clarisse looked at Leigh still leaning her head on her hand. "Am I boring you?"
"On the contrary it is a fascinating story. Please continue with your story and then we will dissect your tale."
"All right. Anyway, Mickey tried to make everything stop but nothing worked. His master woke up and found this big huge mess. He took his hat from Mickey, fixed everything, gave Mickey a stern warning, and that's the end."
"Before we dissect your tale, I need to ask. Where does this tale fit in to our night?"
"I was wondering when you were going to ask that. I brought up the story because you said the dishes will take care of themselves."
Leigh started laughing. Only her body shook at first, then it became a boisterous laugh as she leaned against the back of the chair.
Clarisse looked at Leigh, scratching her head and thinking, I didn't think it was that funny. It was just a story. Me and my big mouth. I'll clean up the dishes and start washing them.
Clarisse put the dishes on the table and sat at the table.
"Let's start with the tale. Mickey was given a task to accomplish. When he found it hard too hard to do he sought a way to accomplish that task by using an easier method. Do you see the problem with that?"
"Everybody looks to cut corners. They made a cartoon out of it."
"You misunderstand my intentions. Let's talk about the facts of the story. Mickey was told to do something and getting tired he searched for something to make his job easier. Children are watching this cartoon. Children who are told to do something and how to do something."
"OK, now I see what you're getting at. I think. Not every child is told how to do something, only to do something. Many parents, may not be all but a lot of them, leave it for the child to figure out how to let's say... clean up the water that puddled on the deck."
"All right then let us concentrate on the apprentice story. Every apprentice will tell you when your master tells you to do something you do it without question. Very often, they will tell you how to accomplish the given task. It is a part of learning. Mickey should have completed the task as he was instructed. Not how he wanted to accomplish it."
"You're making a mountain out of a mole hill. It's a cartoon."
"I understand your expression and we will leave it at that. We shall go to the library and choose another story."
This is getting complicated. Why does it have to be so difficult? "I have to go. It's getting late."
Leigh straightened up to her full height and inhaled a breath through her nose. She looked down at Clarisse. "Do not lie to me, Clarisse. I do not like liars and cheaters."
"I don't know what else to say, Leigh. Every time I ask a question, I get a roundabout answer. Every time I say something, I get a roundabout reply. What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to be with you?"
Leigh stood looking at Clarisse, her face getting red and jaw tensing. "Why is it you don't know how to be with me? I do what I do because you would not understand. Leave if you wish! Go! Break your promise!"
"I don't like to break promises, but what am I supposed to do. Just sit here? Just take whatever it is that you are willing to tell me? It doesn't feel like an equal partnership with you knowing everything about me and I don't know anything about you. Every time I ask a question you give me back an answer that leads to a thousand other questions that I can't ask." After a brief pause. "Tell me! Tell me what I'm supposed to do! No. No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said. That. I have no right to demand anything. We're strangers so. . . the only thing I can say is I'm sorry. I'll just leave now and maybe in a couple days we'll have dinner."
Clarisse took out a card from her purse and gave it to Leigh. "That card has my address, phone, and email. Call, come over, message me whatever you want." She stood up to push in her chair. "Good night, Leigh. Whatever anybody tells you, you are a remarkable woman. Your speech, demeanor, presence. . . everything makes you a very unique person." She stepped away from the table.
"Clarisse, I--" Diane saw Leigh take a step toward her with her mouth agape. Someone interrupted them. After she finished talking to the other woman, their eyes met. "Clarisse, I am sorry but I have business to attend to."
"It's OK. Go on and go. It'll be fine. Don't let the bed bugs carry you away."
"I will not. Good night my angel. We will talk again soon."
The drive home seemed easy at the late hour. After midnight, everybody's sleeping. God it's good to be home. I'll check the messages in the morning. Sleep now.
Does the sun have to be so bright so early in the morning? Clarisse turned her head to read the clock. Nine o'clock. Nine's a good time. She sat on her bed, yawning, before getting up. Gym clothes on she was ready for a work out.
I got here at nine-thirty and it's now eleven. God I feel good. And tired. I know I'll feel it tomorrow. Go home and shower and then, clean my apartment. Sounds like a plan, she thought on the way to the locker room. Finding her locker, she unlocked and opened it to reveal her belongings. Boy somebody is hacking up a lung. I hope they're OK.
"You know, you shouldn't come if you're sick. It'll infect the rest of us with pneumonia," a woman said.
"You should have stayed home. Duh head," another woman said.
Clarisse shook her head. That was uncalled for. Coughing does not necessarily mean pneumonia. Speaking of which, it sounds worse. Maybe one of the staff will know what to do.
Oh good there's Dean
"Coughing could mean anything. Let me get Lisa to help."
"Thanks Dean." Clarisse jogged back to the locker room. She scanned aisle by aisle until she saw the woman. Finding her in the last row, Clarisse shook the woman's shoulder and said, "Help is coming."
Clarisse watched as the woman tried to tell her something, but the woman's coughs wouldn't let her speak.
Another woman came in and sat down in front of the woman. "Hi, my name is Lisa. Are you OK?"
Clarisse took that as her cue to leave. Belongings in hand she left the gym for her car. As soon as she stepped out the door, the paramedics pulled up. Diane walked around the vehicle making a large circle to give the paramedics room.
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"Ah yes, the liquid of the Gods. I praise the one who invented coffee." Clarisse drank one cup before eating a turkey sandwich. "Now that I've had my morning, time for the messages. Annette whining no doubt."
It has to be important if they say it's a nine-one-one message. Here goes. "Hi, this is Clarisse St. Hilaire, you called and left a message.
"I live at Stravon Village Lake, next door to Christophe St. Hilaire. Do you know him?"
"Yes, I know, Christophe St. Hilaire."
"I'm sorry. There isn't any other way to say this but... he was found floating in the water early this morning."
"Thank... Thank you." Clarisse missed the phone cradle three times before she slammed it down on the fourth try. She petted the phone before leaving the kitchen to get her purse.
Chapter 4
After Clarisse claimed her grandpére's body at City Hospital, she called Celestial Memorial Services.
"We have an opening on the fourth of this month at two-thirty," the funeral director said.
Clarisse closed her eyes and took a breath. "I suppose that would be all right."
"I will see you then. Good-bye."
"Bye." Clarisse hung up the phone
She opened her closet and stared straight ahead. The clothes hit the wall from the force of being hung on to. Standing straight, the dress was found in the far corner of the closet.
I need to go to the houseboat to look for an address book to find out if he had any acquaintances I could contact. I know he's an orphan but...After she died, his stories centered around children's stories, new and old. I never heard him say he was going to go out with the boys and go to the local bar for a drink after her death either.
Toilet bowl cleanser poured around the bowl and that was left while she used another cleanser to clean the sink area. Going back to the toilet bowl she scrubbed until it sparkled. Clarisse got down on her hands and knees and cleaned the outside of the toilet. Every nook and cranny was scrubbed until that too shined. She sprayed the toilet with undiluted bleach.
She mopped the white linoleum floor with a pine cleaner then sprayed it with bleach, closing the door when she finished. The towels were put into the washer.
Clarisse stripped the bed of everything: Mattress cover, sheets, blankets, and the doily on her nightstand. Throwing them into the washer until she was finished cleaning her room, she grabbed her vacuum cleaner and set it aside. Both double mattresses were lifted up and pushed into the hall. Headboard and bed frame taken apart and set aside, she moved her nightstand. Back and forth three times per row until the room was done, the dresser was moved now leaving the room empty. Starting with the wall that the dresser was up against, back and forth three times until she got to the doorway. Dresser moved to its original spot, then the nightstand, left the bed to be put together again. Everything in place, she started laundry.
Couch and sofa table moved into the kitchen, she started vacuuming. Back and forth three times each row of the living room. Once the couch and sofa table were moved back to its original spot, the computer was next. Instead of unhooking all of the parts, she vacuumed the space using the hose and attachments.
Pine cleaner, sponge, and mop got the kitchen clean.
It's eight o'clock now it's time for bed. Grandpapa won't like it if I go to bed too late. He'll be happy our house is clean. It's the way he likes it.
New sheets and blankets were put on the bed, checking the laundry to see if it finished, the first load was put in the dryer and another load in the washer. "I can't go to bed yet grandpapa," Clarisse said in French, "The laundry isn't done. What? You'll take care of the laundry? Grandpapa, you'll turn everything green. I'll do it it's okay. I don't mind staying up. Oh don't worry, I'm a grown up now and I don't need to go to bed at eight o'clock. OK, good night and don't let the bed bugs carry you away."
The sheets and towels were ironed, folded, and put away. The blankets were stored in a plastic container. That'll keep the blankets from getting dirty during the summer. Grandpapa will like that.
The routine was repeated three times. The sun was rising now as Clarisse put the blanket away in a plastic container.
There was a knock at the door.
"Hi Skyler."
"Hey what's up?" Skyler waved her hand in front of her face, eyes watering and her mouth puckering. "Whoboy. Honestly Ce Ce, we passed inspection. And did we move to the arctic?"
"Grandpapa likes a clean house."
"You wanna say that in English."
"Grandpapa doesn't speak English. He can write in it though. He left early this morning to go to the library. He's doing research for a new book. It's nearly ninety degrees outside so I had to turn on the cooler."
"Uh... OK. So your granddad is visiting? I thought he never left the houseboat. The weather dude said today's high would be forty-nine. It tends to do that during the fall. You watch the maple leaves fall and wonder if they're come to life while you're sleeping."
"Of course he does. Don't be silly. It's early July. It's hard to have forty-nine degree temperatures in July."
"I think maybe the fumes have melted your brain. How about if I show you my new abode. That's where I've been for the last couple days. You know. Packing. Unpacking. Killing myself. Decorating."
"Grandpapa just asked me to help him clean his houseboat. I'll be there. All day long. Good night snookums."
"Clarisse. Let's cut the bullshit. What's wrong? What's going on?"
"Nothing is going on. What makes you say that?"
"There are several clues, but least of which you called me snookums."
"Why would I call you snookums?"
Somebody knocked on her door.
"I bet grandpapa forgot his keys. He does that on occasion," Clarisse said, as she walked to the door.
The door opened and Leigh stood there with her sunglasses still on. "Good morning, I thought we could talk today."
"Did you lose grandpapa? He's supposed to be with you. You were supposed to bring him back."
Leigh took off her sunglasses, nudged Clarisse aside. Coughing and waving her hand in front of her face, she walked to Skyler sitting on the couch. After tapping Skyler on the shoulder, "You would be Skyler, the new village constable."
"That's me. What can I do for you?" Skyler stood up from the couch and faced Leigh.
"What happened? She was fine on Halloween night when we had dinner. Now she is lost and speaking French. I do not understand what could have happened."
"I don't know. I was hoping she would tell me. I checked her voicemail and if there were messages, they're gone now. I'm just as confused and lost as you are. Let's start with the basics first. Could I have your name?"
"I am Chesleigh Elleree Pendragon. I live at the Luxford estate."
"You would be the one rebuilding the church. Nice. Any plans what to do about Clarisse?"
"What has--"
"Grandpapa, you are here," Clarisse said in French, "Oh you silly goose, you had me worried. Give me a few minutes."
"Do you know anything about a grandfather?" Leigh asked Skyler, "Anyone resembling an old man?"
"Is that what she said? And to answer your question, she does have a grandfather but I can't give you any details. I can tell you that she told me earlier he was here though. I remember her saying a long time ago that he never left his houseboat."
"I will follow wherever she is going. Lock the flat when you leave."
Clarisse put An Evening in Paris into the CD player. "What did you need cleaned? Oh you need your closet cleaned out. We can do that. Sit back and relax I promise I'm a safe driver." She got to the houseboat and unlocked the door using her key. Oh my, grandpapa left all of these papers on the floor and the rotting food. Clarisse found the cleaning closet, put on an apron, and got out the necessary tools. She started filling a bucket with water, but a hand reached over and turned it off. Clarisse started to turn it back on when a large hand covered hers.
"Where are we Clarisse?"
"Oh you startled me, Willow," Clarisse said in French. "I should have known you would want to play. I can't right now, because grandpapa needs my help with the cleaning. Go on to the crying tree. I'm sure somebody will be there that will want to play."
Leigh held Clarisse's face with both hands and looked in her eyes. "Who am I?" Leigh said in English.
"You're speaking English? I didn't know you could speak English."
"Clarisse, how about if we go to my house. We can talk there."
"No. I said I'm needed here. Now go on and play. Just be sure to be back by supper. You know how grandpapa likes to eat on time."
Clarisse resumed cleaning after Leigh let go.
Clarisse grabbed handfuls of food, dropping them into the trash. Long arms and strong hands stopped Clarisse's progress. "Let me take you home, Angel. You need to rest. There is nothing more that can be done."
"Willow, I'm sorry but grandpapa's food is no good. We are going to have to go out to eat. Would you do me a favor and go into grandpapa's closet and get out his favorite suit? You know the one. The one that makes him look like a butler. That one. He'll need it for tomorrow's ceremony."
"Clarisse, let us leave and let me take care of you. Your mind is lost and your heart is shattered. You need time to sort through your emotions. I can help you."
"As soon you get the suit then we can leave and get a nibble."
"All right, Angel, I will get the suit." Leigh made it as far as the doorway before she stopped.
There were mutterings of something. Clarisse looked up seeing nothing, the trash can filled up.
A few minutes later, five trash bags full of garbage were placed outside of the doorway to the kitchen. Leigh returned carrying a suit. She lifted it up, "This is the only suit that fit the description."
"What? Leigh? What are you doing here? You got grandpapa's suit. He likes that you know. He's smiling right now."
"Time to go, Angel."
"Oh, yes it is. Willow, go take care of that suit then come back here and help me with these. Would you? We'll be here forever and grandpapa will be very upset if they're left behind."
"I thought... all right, I will be back."
Garbage bags taken care of, they went into their respective cars and drove away. An Evening in Paris played as they pulled up at The Captain's Scullery.
A coat dropped on Clarisse's shoulders. She shrugged off the coat as she said, "It's nearly ninety degrees outside. Why are you putting a coat on me?"
"It is not ninety degrees; it is thirty eight degrees right now."
"I think you got the wrong weather report. Take the coat back and let's go. They have fabulous salads during the summer. I can't wait."
The wind was blowing off the ocean, dropping the temperature even further. Clarisse was trembling and Leigh could see the gelidness of her skin. Walking up to the hostess desk, Clarisse witnessed a sign that read: Due to the frequent storms, we will stop serving fresh seafood salads after four pm. Thank you.
"Excuse me ma'am," Clarisse said, "That sign can't be right. It's calm out there it's July. I don't understand."
The hostess looked up with a smile, "I'm sorry ma'am, but it's November second not July."
"No it's not. Grandmamma will be coming back from visiting her best friend tomorrow and grandpapa will be-"
"I am sorry ma'am. Please excuse us." Leigh held Clarisse held and exited the restaurant.
"Let go Willow! Now! You know that sign is wrong. It's not July. . . I mean it's not November."
Once they returned to the cars, "Follow me back to the estate and I will take care of you there."
"You know grandpapa will be angry. He has a special ceremony to attend to on the fourth."
"We will be there on the fourth. He will not be disappointed. I promise you that, Angel."
"I need my things. You know that grandmamma likes me to have proper clothes. She always tells me I'm a beautiful lady."
"You are a beautiful lady. You do not need anything. I have everything you need. All you need to do is follow me back."
"All right. I'll follow you back."
Leigh nodded her head and walked in the direction of her car.
The night-lights along the sidewalk showed an older woman waiting. Clarisse opened the door, falling into the arms of the one waiting. Somebody clutched around her waist, walking with her up the steps.
"Clarisse, this is Donnie and she does many things for me. Come upstairs with me to your bedchambers while Donnie will get you a bedgown."
"Willow, you sure speak funny. Bedchambers and bedgown. No one talks like that and it's awfully confusing. I can go home you know."
"No you cannot go home because you have not eaten in two days or slept either in that amount of time."
"The dark furniture against the white walls, it makes me feel like I'm in a palace. That sleigh bed looks pulchritudinous. That means beau--" Clarisse fell on the bed before she finished the sentence.
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The sun is up. I have to take care of grandpapa today.
"Good morning angel," Leigh said as she rubbed Clarisse's cheek.
Clarisse slapped Leigh's face.
Leigh rubbed her cheek.
"You tricked me, Willow. You put me to sleep." Clarisse could feel her cheeks burning as she gritted her teeth.
"Yes, I tricked you. You have not slept or eaten in two days. I refuse to stand by and watch you wither. Your soul and your heart may be broken but do not let their influence guide your actions. You need to stay focused on the task at hand. You will be of no use to your grandfather if you are dead."
"I know exactly what I'm doing. You're talking to me as if I'm insane."
"You have lost your sense of reality which has forced me to take drastic measures. When you come downstairs, come into the kitchen and I will have a hot platter waiting for you."
"What am I supposed to wear? I don't have my things."
"The dress you will wear today is hanging on the door chest."
"Willow, you are being a very naughty little girl. When breakfast is finished, I will leave to do some business and then go home," Clarisse said to an empty room.
At the cessation of her shower, she turned to the door chest and saw the dress. It was what her grandmére would call a tube dress. It was chocolate brown, the boat neck would allow for a choker, and the sheer lantern sleeves made it look like it came from another century. She looked on the left side of the door chest and saw a pair of boots of a similar color.
Clarisse stood on top of the staircase. Grandmama, how come I can't slide down the banisters? The light streamed in through the open curtains. Kitchen noises reverberated into the dining room. Clarisse,how many times must I tell you? You are too small for the kitchen. If you have to say something, stand in the doorway. Grandmama will hear you.
"I will be coming with you to the mortuary. You cannot go alone in your present state." Leigh looked over Clarisse. "I see the dress does fit you. How about the boots?"
"They both fit very well. You had this planned didn't you? You had your kitty help you do all of this."
Leigh raised her head, closed her eyes, and let out a long breath. After a little bit, "Finish your plate and then we will go to the mortuary to take care of business there. When we are done, we will return here where you will rest some more."
"I already ate at grandmamma's though. Don't you remember?"
"Finish the plate while I sit with you." Leigh brought the plate to the table and returned with two cups of coffee.
Clarisse sat there looking at the plate. Eyes wide and licking her lips at the ham and cheese omelet in front of her, she began eating. Leigh slouched in her chair and started drinking her coffee.
Breakfast done, Leigh disappeared into the kitchen. Clarisse focused on the staircase. The clacking of heels brought her attention to Donnie.
"This trench coat is from Lady Pendragon," Donnie said, "She would like you to wear this." The coat was put on and Donnie continued. "The color is charcoal grey with a buckled belt. The length of the coat is just a little longer then the dress you are wearing. The fur inside will keep you warm and that is the major concern of our lady."
"I see Donnie has taken care of you," Leigh said, as she descended the staircase. "During the time of mourning, the colors must be muted. Generally black, gray, or brown is worn by the family. That used to be tradition but now they say as long as it stays conservative or in accordance to the deceased wishes."
"Time of mourning? But nobody's dead. We. Just well. I..."
"Let us go now Angel and take care of this business. We have time to talk when we return."
It was a quiet drive to the mortuary. Clarisse leaned against the window. A little over three hours later, they arrived. It was a white building with pillars along the front, with decorated metal doors. She didn't look up. People dressed in black carrying handkerchiefs entered and exited the building. A pat on the leg stopped her from her observations.
"We are here to discuss the arrangements for Christophe St. Hilaire," Leigh said, to the woman at the front desk.
"It will be just a moment. Please make yourself comfortable." The front desk clerk made a phone call.
Flowers. Grandpapa likes flowers. Even though he won't admit it. He'll need it for his special ceremony. "Grandmamma loves pink arum lilies. Grandpapa though he enjoyed the daisies. Every kind of daisy. It is the beauty of a rose that people enjoy. It is the protection by the daisy that the rose enjoys," Clarisse said, as she clawed the glass door to the refrigerator.
"Clarisse we have to go now," Leigh said from behind. "They are calling us."
Clarisse turned but left her hand on the glass. She felt someone tug at her fingertips, following the familiar scent. They were led to an office at the end of the hall.
"My name is Winston Brassington and it is my understanding that you wish to make the funeral arrangements for Christophe St. Hilaire."
Leigh nodded her head.
"Then let us start with the paperwork first." An hour later, they left the office to walk to the casket gallery. Clarisse walked off. "This one. This will be grandpapa's new home."
"That is a golden oak pine casket. All wood construction and the lining here is what is available for this model. Priced at one thousand two hundred ninety nine. It is available."
"Grandpapa always said that when you find a home the only price that matters is your heart."
Winston Brassington nodded his head and made notes as Clarisse centered on the casket reaching inside and petting something.
"What are you doing Clarisse?" Leigh asked, as she rubbed Clarisse's back. "There is nothing there. It is empty."
"One more page of paperwork then we will be done," Winston Brassington said. "If you would follow me please."
With the arrangements taken care of, Leigh guided Clarisse back to her car.
Clarisse climbed in, and collapsed on the seat. Something touched her cheek, while leaning on the window.
The asphalt went on forever, stopping in front of a castle. The door opened, and Clarisse was caught in the arms of someone. She looked up at the face, seeing her reflection in the black mirror that stared back.
"Momma. Momma!" A girl ran outside with her arms outstretched.
"Vissia. I have missed you. Go on inside while I take care of my friend." Leigh put her hand over Vissia's mouth when she said, "Shh, it will be all right. Once I have her settled I will be with you to help with your schoolwork." Hand dropped, head nodded, Vissia ran back inside.
Clarisse walked back to her room, and laid her head down to sleep.
Somebody's looking at me. Where am I? Clarisse seated herself on the bed. "Is it morning?"
Leigh walked closer and sat down on the bed facing Diane. "Who am I?"
"You're Willow. As soon as--"
"No, Clarisse. I am Leigh not Willow."
"You are Willow. Grandpapa tells me that story everyday during the summer. You are."
Leigh shook her head back in negative reply. "Clarisse, your grief confuses you. We must be prepared for the funeral for your grandfather. The ceremony will begin at one o'clock."
"I don't have any clothes."
"Yes you do. Look in the door chest for a zippered garment bag. Inside you will find the clothes to wear for a funeral."
"How do you know so much about me?"
"How does anyone know anything, Clarisse?" Leigh left the room and closed the door.
Clarisse opened the door chest and found the garment bag. Zipping it open, the clothes removed and placed on the bed putting the garment bag away. The blouse is charcoal gray and the front looks like flower petals were put on. Layers of them. The same lantern sleeves like that dress had. The skirt is shaped like an upside down flower. Let's see, the charcoal gray blouse and black skirt. They go nicely together. Oh and look at this cape. I love capes and it is adorable. Black like the skirt and cashmere too. I wonder how Willow does that. There are black boots by the door chest. They weren't there when she left. I better get those on.
"That was something that I felt was necessary to use," Donnie said, "You were in a trance it seemed."
"Oh. Uh... I was flying... a uh uhm... kite... and..." Tears cascaded down her cheeks. A soft cloth was rubbed against her cheek. Clarisse didn't have to see. She knew that scent. Warmth and comfort was the feeling she received when she held her so tight.
"Finally the tears fall my angel," Leigh said, "Let them fall and your soul will heal. Donnie has gone to be sure everything is prepared when we leave. We have a little time."
After a little while, "I'm sorry Leigh. I'm so sorry. It just that I, I don't feel loved anymore. He's dead Leigh he's dead."
Leigh guided Clarisse down the stairwell. Reaching into the coat closet, Leigh pulled out Clarisse's coat. "Let us concentrate on the sacred rite for the burial of your grandfather. When we come back we can sit down and talk."
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Leigh stopped the car along side a hill. Clarisse looked around at the graves, noting the stygian skies. She shivered, unsure if it was the wind or the cemetery. Tears felt cold running down her cheeks. Clarisse watched the angel as she climbed the steps. Comfort and warmth chased away the cold with the familiar scent of cinnamon. The casket was blanketed with red roses and a podium was set in front and two steps to the right. Clarisse stopped to see the people from the lake. The building manager, park ranger, the kids from a nearby children's home. Guided to a chair in front of the podium, Clarisse sat to look directly into Leigh's eyes.
"We are gathered here this day to bid farewell to an author a storyteller, Christophe Emeric St. Hilaire. His words painted worlds in the imagination of the very young. Our friend's journey has stopped here in this world of mortal men, but it continues with God and his messengers where his stories will continue to amuse. His granddaughter would like to say a few words." Leigh stepped down from the podium.
I can do this. I just wish... Clarisse looked up biting her lip. She tapped the podium before lowering her head to look at Leigh. "Every night, we fly from rooftops and land safely on earth. We fight dragons and monsters and come out victorious. We find out our deepest darkest secret. We came from Mars. We came from Paradise. How do we see know all of this? Because the Sandman worked his magic and allowed us to dream and it is from those dreams that a story is created. Grandpapa loved to dream. Daydream or from the magic of the Sandman, a tale was born. The tale of Christophe St. Hilaire is done. May we all remember his dreams and benefit from the magic of his pen." Clarisse continued to stare at Leigh whose hand covered her mouth. As she watched, Clarisse stepped from the podium. Leigh stood up to gather Clarisse in the coat she held in her hands.
Once in the car, Clarisse said, "Your orison was very nice. Grandpapa liked it I think. Did we plan something for after? After the funeral?"
"No we did not. I do not believe it would be appropriate. The bereaved are left alone to console one another, to share experiences among themselves. In your case though, I think some time away from your grandfather's residence will help you."
"Did I tell you? I... I'm sorry I... "
"Shhh, Angel, shhhh. I understand and feel your pain. I found out from the manager of the store by the lake. He said it was sudden. Your grandfather was enjoying the water as he always did. Suddenly though your grandfather fell in. The park ranger was close it was only a minute before your grandfather was pulled from the water."
"They said he died of a heart attack. I think grandmamma was lonely and wanted her king to return," Clarisse said with a shaky voice. Tears fell in a torrent as grievous weeping shook her body. A soft cloth was pushed into her hand. It was held over her mouth and nose comforted by the scent of its owner.
They returned to the Luxford estate. Leigh guided Clarisse up to her room. The cape and boots were taken off and put aside. Leigh attempted to let go but Clarisse held on leading them to the alcove.
"I don't have anyone," Clarisse said with a crying voice. "My own mother. If you can call her that. She gave me up to my grandparents to raise. Never looking back. I know I'm horrible but a mother is supposed to love her child. What am I going to do now?"
"Angel listen to me now as I tell you, you are not a horrible person. You are a lovely lady who lost what she holds most dear in her heart. What you are going to do now is to let yourself grieve. Give yourself time to say goodbye to your grandparents. Today I will be here for you. It is unfortunate that I must attend to business tomorrow. Donnie will be here though so if you are in need of anything be sure to tell her so. Rest now, I will come for you when it is time to eat."
"I'm not hungry. It's taking everything just to keep breakfast down. I feel so hollow but..." Clarisse leaned against the wall as she started to cry.
Leigh held up Clarisse's bedgown and said, "Here is your bedgown. You will be more comfortable with this."
Clarisse stood there looking, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You would make someone a very good wife. You just love. You feel so... warm and comfortable. You're the angel. Not me. I'm a nobody."
Leigh took time to undress Clarisse, starting from the top. Now that the outfit was off the bedgown could replace it. Guided back to bed, Clarisse lay down facing the wall. Eyelids shut, after a few blinks followed by a whistle.
Chapter 5
Clarisse felt her stomch grumble. Maybe the kitchen has something. I can clean up after myself. The doorknob would turn but the door wouldn't open. She felt a hand on her shoulder, "Oh Donnie, you startled me."
"Is there something I can get for you? Lady Pendragon will not return until after four o'clock. It will be a long day for her. She has been up since three this morning."
Clarisse smiled at Donnie. She looks like a grandmother. Her salt-n-pepper hair up in a bun. The same Oxfords that grandmamma wore when she was alive. "I was actually feeling a little hungry. I was just going to see what I can find in the kitchen."
"The kitchen is locked from the time she leaves till the time she returns. Her private domain she says." Donnie's shoulders shook with laughter. "But that does not mean we cannot go out for coffee."
"That sounds nice. I borrowed these clothes. I hope she doesn't mind."
"That is the reason they are there. The clothes may be old but not worn. They fit you nicely. Give me a moment."
"I'll be here." Clarisse looked down at the hound's-tooth jumper. The trench coat draped over her arm.
"You better put on your coat. Lady Pendragon will not be pleased when she finds out you had departed without proper clothes. That includes the coat."
"Why do you call her Lady Pendragon?"
"Trying to avoid the issue will not work. I don't need to tell her anything. She just knows. As for your question, it's because she is the lady of the house," Donnie said, while assisting Clarisse with the coat.
Clarisse shrugged her shoulders before she left her spot. The last one out the door she stopped to look outside. The skies have cleared and the sun has risen. A new day dawns bringing with it new and exciting challenges. Grandpapa. Clarisse covered her nose and mouth with her hand, tears still falling.
"It's all right." Donnie locked the door. "The time will come when the pain is not so strong. That is when the memories will be pleasant and the love unforgettable."
Clarisse stood there looking into brown eyes. The brown eyes changed to hazel and the hair changed to dark blonde. It wasn't Donnie that stood there, it was grandmére. Clarisse nodded her head.
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Clarisse and Donnie sat in the café.
Clarisse was eating apple pie a la mode. Mmmm, this tastes good. The fork flaked the top crust, ice cream streamed down the sides of the pie. The tines of the fork swirled cream and juice that settled on the plate. Round and round and round. Cooked apple covered with brown flecks, smelling like cinnamon as it was brought up. Spots of cream and crumbs were left.
The coffee cup was full but it sat cold on the table.
Clarisse looked up after hearing a clink.
"More coffee?" The waitress held up the pot.
"What?" Clarisse asked, "Oh, could I get a cup of hot tea instead please."
The waitress nodded her head and took away the plate.
"How was the pie?" Leigh said.
"Leigh? Oh Leigh, you came back." Clarisse giggled before she continued. "The pie was fine. What happened to Donnie?"
"Donnie left a little while ago but she will return. I have been sitting here watching you, listening to you. I have to depart. I want you to remember the love you shared with your grandparents. It is a love that you should never forget. I will see you at home later this afternoon. Be careful, Angel."
"Thank you." Clarisse reached out for Leigh's hand. It was grasped and brought up to Leigh's lips before she left. Clarisse sat alone. The feeling of those lips still lingering.
Steam rose as an earthy aroma permeated her nostrils, the dark brown magnifying the light above. The liquid rippled as breath was blown and it had a lighter taste than coffee but the same earthy texture.
Clarisse looked up. "Oh Donnie." She giggled. "I think the two of you have a plan. Let's see how many times we can switch places before she catches us."
"It is good to see that your heart is mending. Would you like to go somewhere? We have time before Vissia finishes school."
"About that." She sighed while staring at the brown drop on the bottom of the cup. "I think I'm going to go back to grandpapa's houseboat." Clarisse looked up to watch for a reaction. Donnie grasped her hand from across the table.
"Whatever you feel is the best thing to do. We will miss you. You have brought light to so many aspects."
"It won't be forever. I think I just need to remember. It doesn't make sense, I know, it just... I'm not sure how to explain."
"I understand child. I do understand. And so will she."
That's all I needed to hear. "Thank you. To both of you. Two simple words that hold a lot of meaning in more ways than one. I can get a ride back to the city from here."
"No child no. You cannot leave without discussing this with her first. She needs to know. The most painful thing to do is to leave without saying goodbye."
Clarisse looked at the Formica table before glancing up again. "All right, Donnie. It would be better." A squeeze from Donnie's hand and they let go.
Back at the house, Clarisse looked in the door chest that held the clothes she had been using. Whom did they belong to? Were they ever worn before? A lot of mysteries. A lot of questions. Do I need to know everything about this woman? The one who held me, comforted me, and loved me. I feel it in the intimate moments. I heard it in the rich strong voice of a woman who had helped me through the death of my grandfather.
"You think a little too loud, Angel."
"Leigh?" Clarisse closed the doors and turned her head. "I thought you weren't coming back until later."
"The construction on the church is going well I think. They do not need me there to supervise so much. I say another few days then it will need the words of our Father's followers to fill it."
"That's quick. I remember one of my neighbors telling me that when they bought a house in California, it took nearly six and a half months before it was completed."
"I waved my magic wand." Leigh laughed.
"I believe that. Leigh, I want to go back to grandpapa's houseboat. I don't know how to explain, but, I feel like that's where I need to be right now."
"Because that is where you will find the love that was lost. Stay the night here first, then leave tomorrow first thing after breakfast. Agreed?"
"I have a feeling if I say no you're going to tie me to a chair. So OK, tomorrow after breakfast I'll leave." Clarisse looked at Leigh with a smile, body shaking with silent laughter.
"Yes, I would and supper will be ready soon."
"It's only three o'clock. Unless you haven't eaten since this morning."
"I feel like it should be midnight. Time only matters when there is a need to be somewhere. In matters of comfort, desire, and need the clock is nonexistent. If there is a need, the only thing that matters is to fulfill that need."
"I get it. I'll be down there."
Leigh said something mixed with clicks and rolls of the tongue.
"I understand French and English. You wanna translate that?"
Leigh ducked her head and walked away.
Clarisse closed the door. Boots were taken off and placed beside the chest. She found sheepskin slippers in their place.
She came downstairs scents of wine and dill filling the air. There was that familiar scent of beef as well.
Grandmama, what's for dinner? Do you think I could have a little bit of wine? Tears streamed down her cheeks. I didn't think I had any tears left. How come my chest hurts?
"Are you all right miss?" Vissia said.
Clarisse nodded her head before she said, "Old memories. Sometimes old memories do hurt. For me anyway. We better get going before your mother worries."
"It will be all right, Miss. Mother will understand because she always does. I can deliver your meal to you in your room if you would like."
"No. I don't think so. Thank you anyway. Let's get going."
Vissia nodded her head and held out her hand. Clarisse was led to the downstairs bathroom, smiling. Of course I'm supposed to clean up. You are your mother's daughter. Vissia was standing in the same spot when she exited.
Clarisse followed Vissia and sat at the table. It was an odd shaped table, oval instead of rectangular, circle, or the square table on grandpapa's boat. Red and green apples and pears mixed with plums in a wicker basket sat in the middle. White linen placemats and napkins adorned the cherry wood table.
"For tonight's feast, we have Beef Stroganoff and arugula mixed with green fennel salad." Leigh passed around the plates to everyone.
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Clarisse slumped in her chair after she finished. "That was good." It's a good thing I'm wearing a dress not pants. "Who does the dishes?"
"I do the dishes," Leigh said. "You go on upstairs and I will join you in a little while. Donnie will follow you. Vissia sometimes does not do as she should. There are a few things that she needs to do before going to sleep tonight. Donnie's job is to be sure they get done."
"I can help you know. I promise I haven't broken any dishes."
Clarisse saw Leigh's sideways glance.
"That was not my fault. Blame Skyler and her butt dancing."
Leigh turned toward the table her shoulders shaking in silent laughter. "One of these days you will have to teach me this butt dancing."
"Well, I could do it tonight but it in order to do that I have to be let into your kitchen."
"We will see."
"How come you don't let anybody into your kitchen?"
Leigh was posed in a position to get up from the table. After a count of three still facing the table. "The kitchen is a place of caution. Anyone can be burned, cut, stabbed. It is not a place for everyone to be in. It is not a place for enjoyment. The kitchen should be treated with respect." Leigh stood up from the table and collected everyone's plate.
Clarisse raised her right eyebrow; I wonder what that was all about watching Leigh enter the kitchen.
Once in her room, Clarisse changed clothes. The walls were ivory but the feelings didn't match. There's my gown and the bed she lays me in each night. Was it comfort from Leigh's company knowing she was down the hall? Was it comfort from being away from the source away from her despair? I don't know. She walked into the alcove and the built in bookcase filled with classic novels: Mark Twain, Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson. The cloth cover faded and the gold lettering lost its luster, but no tatters on the binding. An old book smell came from the bookshelf. Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain read the front cover. Sitting on the cushion back against the wall she began to read.
"You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter," Leigh said.
Clarisse's body was shaking. "You don't have that Southern accent. It sounds kinda like Dracula drank too much wine one night."
Leigh bowed her head blinking with a smile large enough to turn the corners of her mouth. Clarisse looked at Leigh, stood up to put the book away, "Are you okay?"
"Yes I am fine. Although I do not think Dracula would ever become drunk."
"Eh, OK, I ask because your eyes are sort of pinky red. Not quite pink not quite red sort of in between."
Leigh started laughing. "You are the only one that pays attention to details. It is a learned thing I think."
"I'm not sure about that but are you sure you're OK?"
Leigh nodded. "I am not sure how to explain to you the many things in my life. You know so much about me that no one will ever know."
"I know you eat meat. You have a daughter that looks a lot like you. You drink wine." Diane was given a glass of white wine. "You have two eye colors. There's that pale glow. A sort of pale yellow almost white color. And this pinky red color. That about sums it up."
"That is because you are thinking instead of feeling, Angel."
Clarisse looked at Leigh while she sipped the wine. Leigh's eyes grew darker. No longer has the color they were before, now a dark browned no longer glowing.
"Mmm, nice wine," Clarisse said, "Thank you. Your daughter doing all right?"
"She is fine. She will be going to sleep soon. Clarisse." Leigh placed both hands on Clarisse's chest. "I will be well as long as you will be all right. I want you to remember that love is the strongest magic the strongest medicine there is. Nothing can match its power."
"Does that mean you love me?"
"You remind me so much of what I lost. Love is very fragile as well. Once broken, it can never be repaired. Once lost, it can never be found. We seek to find it in someone to share our most intimate points of life with. Sometimes we find it and sometimes we do not." Leigh stroked Clarisse's cheek. "The notes given to me by someone I used to treasure. Now I find myself confused. Lost. I believed in these words yet I find them to be wrong. Have I been lied to? Was I deceived? It is all a matter of interpretation. Your life will be as you make it out to be."
Leigh leaned to kiss Clarisse. Tongues stroking each other, feeling the tip of the tongue as it stroke the soft palate. They pulled apart. Leigh leaned in to kiss Clarisse's pulse point sucking with every pulse.
Clarisse with mouth open looks at Leigh's eyes. Her pupils were dilated; they had the appearance of cat eyes now. Leigh used her index finger to close Clarisse's mouth.
"Leigh," Clarisse said, almost in a whisper. "I need time. Grandpapa just died. It doesn't feel right." Clarisse brought her hand up to hod Leigh's cheek. Leigh held Clarisse's hand against her cheek. Clarisse continued, "Please understand?"
"I understand, Angel. I hear your heart as it beats within you. I hear your thoughts as you remember your grandparents. I understand."
"I believe you. Thank you for everything and I know I said this before. You are the angel. I believe in that." Clarisse and Leigh coalesced as they held one another.
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After brushing her teeth and changing clothes, she turned out the light to look up at the ceiling thinking about her grandpére. I'm coming home grandpapa. I'll be there soon. It's a place that I think I need to be. I love you. Closing her eyes a final time heavy breathing was heard from the bed.
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After a shower, Clarisse returned to her room with a mission to find the clothes she arrived in. Opening the door chest, the clothes were there in the middle of the rack. "Hmmm." Clarisse said, shifting her lips to the other side of her face. "OK now for the shoes and voila..." They were there on the side of the door chest.
Clarisse put one foot outside of the doorway when Leigh approached her, "We are working forwards in our journey through life not backwards. Let us turn around and find something in there that will be appropriate for today's weather."
"I came with this dress. I was going to change anyway when I got there. It's not a permanent thing."
"Permanent or not permanent it does not make any difference because it is autumn not summer. Go back and change."
"Leigh."
Leigh put her hands on Clarisse's shoulders and turned her around in the direction of the room. A gentle push and Clarisse was in her room listening to the door close. "Vissia must go nuts with a mom like that. Not that it's a bad thing. Change clothes, change clothes, she wants me to change my clothes. OK fine." A plum button-collar sweater and black pants was the next outfit. A pair of black boots was on the side of the door chest.
Clarisse opened the door finding Leigh standing on the other side. Leigh said, "You do understand that we need to move forward instead of backward. Do not forget the coat or I will drive all the way there to deliver it to you."
"OK mom, I promise I won't forget my coat. Can I have milk money before I go to school?"
Leigh put her hands on her hips as she began saying something that Clarisse couldn't understand. Leigh went downstairs, two steps at a time, followed by Clarisse who walked into the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee. An aroma of eggs and coffee filled the air.
"Morning Leigh," Clarisse said, finding the coffee pot and a set of mugs.
Leigh was cooking omelets as she stopped to turn in Clarisse's direction. Clarisse's eyes opened wide and mouth opened as she looked into Leigh's fire eyes. Flames erupted in them. Turning around, facing Leigh, she stepped back all the way out of the kitchen. Empty handed she sat down at the table waiting.
Clarisse concentrated on the fruit basket with the vision still in her memory. I always thought it was something that people just said. I didn't think it was real. She really did have fire in her eyes. Entranced by the colors and shapes she didn't notice Leigh place the plate in front of her.
Snap of Leigh's fingers. Clarisse turned her head in Leigh's direction eyes still blazing. "Never come into the kitchen as it is a place that should be respected never admired. Do not do that again." Leigh set down a cup of coffee before leaving the table.
Clarisse gulped and nodded her head as she watched Leigh walk away. Shaky hand attempted to grab the fork however unsuccessful. Shaking her head and rubbing her hands together she tried again this time accomplishing the task.
Not willing to do the same thing again, the fork was placed on the plate waiting for Leigh to pick it up. Clarisse counted to ten before Leigh arrived. A clear view of her eyes was not possible. Clarisse didn't know if she should get Leigh's attention and talk about the situation or let it pass.
"It is time to leave now," Leigh said, leading the way to the coat closet. She held up Clarisse's trench coat waiting for her to put it on. Leigh put on her coat before they left the house. Eyes back to the warm brown she witnessed the night before.
Clarisse stood outside of her car looking at her reflection in the window. Deep breath in and out, key in and turned, the door unlocked to let her in. God it feels weird to be in here. Taking out another rhythm and blues CD, she put that in, and started the car.
Clarisse found the parking space she used before. Hands gripped the steering wheel so that white knuckles were prominent. Releasing the grip on the steering wheel she stared at the houseboat as her left hand moved to open the door. Breezes blew into the car and she could smell the grass and the flowers on the hill above. Deep breath in and out, she climbed out of the car.
"I will stay the day with you and then I will leave you."
"I'm just going to be here for a couple hours to take inventory of what I need. Then I'll be back tomorrow to either permanently move in or for just a little while. I haven't decided yet." Clarisse leaned back against Leigh. Why do you always feel so good? "I better get going."
They walked the distance to the houseboat. They stopped one-step before boarding, Clarisse noting how old it looked, the bumps on the wood that weren't there before, the fading paint. Stepping on board, the door squeaked open to reveal an empty houseboat. It wasn't that nobody was there it was the indescribable feeling that seeps into the soul.
Holding herself Clarisse walked through looking left and right, checking the fuel, looking inside of cupboards and closets. I'm going to need everything. I'll have to ask someone up there to give me a hand. Grandpapa always did it telling me it's a man's job. I've seen all I need to. Clarisse led the way out locking the door behind her.
I better visit them now so they know what's happening and that everything is good. Then I'll go home.
Clarisse stood and turned around making a full circle. There were two cars there at the moment. It felt lonesome being the only living person. After a minute, she returned to her car and continued home. A few minutes away from her apartment it started snowing.
Cars parked and finally home, Clarisse held the door open to let Leigh through. The door closed and locked, they stood there looking at each other.
"Hmmm," Clarisse said, "Interesting. Your eyes are black now. Are you feeling all right?"
"Yes, Angel, I am fine," Leigh said. "Did you have a good talk with your grandparents?"
"Yes, I did. I'll get the coffee started. It's Starbucks so be warned. I do like my coffee strong." Clarisse pushed the on button on the coffeemaker to get that started.
Leigh was looking through the counter space into the kitchen, resting her head on her left hand.
Clarisse smiled at Leigh. "How about lunch? We could go out. We could eat here. You choose."
"I would like to eat here. I do not like to eat out so much because I need to know where the food came from who is preparing it."
"Let me dig in my freezer and see what I have." Clarisse called out from the freezer "I have homemade chili and I have shrimp." Clarisse peeked around the freezer to look at Leigh, staring as her eyes turned orange. "Was it the shrimp?" No reaction. "Was it the chili?" The orange color became more pronounced at the mention of chili. "Chili it is. How about if you make the cornbread? I have the mix in my cupboard." She tapped the pantry door next to the refrigerator.
Leigh bowed her head to the side, "Only you notice such things as the change in my eyes." She turned her head halfway toward Clarisse. "I will make the cornbread with you but only if you promise not to enter until it is done."
"Nope. Not gonna happen. Why? Because." Clarisse punctuated by pointing her index finger up. "I believe the kitchen is a place to mix and mingle. Yes, it is dangerous but if you're careful, the danger can be minimized. It was always the three of us in the kitchen. Grandmamma cutting, grandpapa stirring, and me doing whatever else needed to be done. I don't remember a time when it wasn't. So. How about it?"
It was quiet for a while. Leigh bowed her head and leaned on the counter with both hands. "It was while I was in Virginia. The kitchen was built outside of the house to prevent the heat from permeating through the house. We needed more wood for the stove. I left to get some. There were three women and two children in the kitchen preparing the food for the last meal of the day for--The wood was in a shed a good distance away. Somehow... I...I do not know...there was so much smoke. So black. It was so hot the flames so high. Sometimes I can still smell the burning ."
The freezer door closed, chili container placed on the counter, arms wrapped around Leigh as tears fell and body shook. "Shhh, it's all right Leigh," Clarisse said, "It wasn't your fault." When the tears stopped falling and the body stopped shaking Clarisse continued. "Why don't you go ahead and rest on the couch? I'll let you know when everything is done."
Leigh shook her head back and forth with fervid intensity. "No no no no no no. NO!" After a couple minutes. "I will stay here and watch. I am not tired. Just be sure not burn your wings."
Do I wanna know? "All right. I don't have any wine here Skyler usually has beer. She moved out though. So your only choice would be coffee or water. Pick your poison."
Leigh's laughter started quiet it grew in intensity as she raised her head and her entire body shook.
"Was it something I said?"
"I will take coffee when the meal is finished," Leigh said, as the laughter quieted. "Never ask that question, because if you do you may unknowingly insult someone. Poison is a mixture meant to make someone severely ill or cause death. A beverage is meant to quench someone's thirst. Always remember the difference."
"It's an expression for criminy sake. This reminds me of the first time our conversation made a severe left turn."
"Just remember the difference and I will be watching."
"I don't burn water so everything will be okey dokey pinokey." After the microwave beeped, Clarisse took it out and placed the contents in a pot. Searching the pantry, "I know it's in here..." she pulled out a box of cornbread mix. "Ah ha!"
"You have strange expressions."
"I think I'm just trying to be normal. It's time I think that I start ...I don't know...recovering? Is that the right word? From his death. I don't remember much before the funeral and I'm not sure I want to find out. I'm thinking that if I can't recollect what happened there has to be a reason." The cornbread was placed in the oven and the heat on the stove was lowered once the chili was at a consistency to be heated through.
Clarisse returned to the counter and looked at Leigh. "Your eyes are brown now. You must be feeling good."
"The aroma of the foods cooking creates a warmth inside that can never be duplicated. Tell me about Annette. Why is it that you wanted to escape from the place that she feels would be a good home for all of you?"
Not sure what to think she said instead "I'm not sure how you know about that but," Clarisse rubbed her face before she continued, "I moved into the house after my grandmamma died. Not sure why, but as soon as I did she started lecturing me on what I'm supposed to do see, go-- everything. It was like she had this great big master plan for me and didn't feel the need to talk to me about it. I got fed up. I gathered everything that I brought with me, which wasn't much maybe a box and a suitcase worth, and left for the city. Suddenly I'm supposed to respect a woman who didn't want to spend one minute with me growing up. Nuh uh. Nope. Ain't gonna happen in a million years. Even though she keeps trying."
The timer went off and Clarisse pulled out the cornbread. Sweet aroma from the cornbread mixed with the spicy scent of the chili heating on the stove. The simmering liquid sounded like lava bubbling. A couple stirs later, lid replaced, and Clarisse returned to the counter.
"That tells me what happened after she made the decision. Perhaps though I am asking the wrong person. A mother is supposed to protect, nurture, and guide her children."
"If you are looking for that then you are looking at the wrong person. The only good thing she did was give me to my grandparents. They are the ones that loved me." That's what I'll do. Grandpapa said to remember their love. What better way could there be? I'm an idiot.
"What?" Clarisse looked at Leigh when she finished talking.
"Everything will be all right."
"Oh. Yeah. It'll take time. I know. The chili should be ready by now." Clarisse went back to the stove to get the chili pot. Setting a trivet on the counter, then the pot, she retrieved the bowls from the cupboard. She gave one bowl to Leigh, turning the pot around to gain better access while getting a coffee mug.
"Here's the honey, here's the sugar, last but not least half and half and I promise it hasn't expired yet."
Leigh laughed before saying, "I will take it black. Thank you though."
Clarisse shrugged her shoulders. "They're there if you change your mind." Getting the cornbread out of the baking pan, placing it on a plate with a knife to cut the bread with, she placed it on the counter as well, moving the pot back to the stove.
After taking a bite "This is homemade yes?" Leigh asked.
"Sort of. I made it with the help of a ready-made mix from the grocery store. I just followed the directions."
"To follow directions requires patience, understanding, and knowledge. You should have pride for doing this."
"It wasn't that hard."
"Following directions is something all of us learn from the very beginning. For some though, they forget or they are impetuous. Therefore are unable to follow directions."
"Hmmm," Clarisse said, as she ate her chili. I never considered Leigh's view on the ability to follow directions. It seemed easy. On the other hand it was a choice to be made. In the end the person that made the choice was the one to suffer whatever consequences that followed. So it wasn't about following directions it was about making choices.
"Does that mean I cannot have anything even if I ask?"
"Of course you can. You have to get it yourself though."
"Ah, so the kitchen is open but the chef is off duty."
"OK you got me. Before my battery peters out I need to know if you want hotel, bed, or the couch."
"Hotel, bed, or couch. That is a hard choice to make. How would you feel if I say that the both of us can share the bed?"
"Honestly, we've had sex, danced, held one another so going to bed with you I don't think would be a problem."
"I will take the bed with you then."
"I was hoping you would say that. And I know if I dig in my closet I can find a pajama set that I didn't give to grandpapa yet. I originally bought it as a gag gift. That was before he let me know his view on gag gifts."
"Tell me it sounds interesting."
Clarisse laughed. "I'm not sure it would be classified in the interesting category. I was in high school then and grandmamma had gone shopping for dinner. Anyway, it was April Fool's Day. I still had the pajama set that I bought when grandmamma and I went shopping and I was going to wrap it carefully to give it to him after dinner. When I got home, I heard two splashes, one sounded like something heavy and the last sounding not as heavy. I followed grandpapa's yelling. This is a man that never yelled. In all the years that he raised me I have never heard him raise his voice or saw him raise his hand. Never. Anyway, I found grandpapa and looked in the water to see a rather large man. He had to weigh a good two hundred pounds and floating next to him was a whoopee cushion. I looked at grandpapa, his face was so red, and his eyes were bulging with all of the blood vessels showing. Oh my God, that was a sight. I turned around and walked away. Before I closed the door grandpapa started cussing up a storm something about a pile of shit and he went on. I went back to my room and put the pajamas away."
"I am not so sure if that man would be floating in the water if he had given me such a gift."
"Since then, April Fool's Day was just another day. I was feeling weird crazy challenging, whatever label you want to use, that's why I got the pajamas. That's a day I'll never forget. I'll go look for them." Standing up from the couch Clarisse turned toward Leigh "Did you want anything else?"
"I am fine."
"I'll be back." It shouldn't be too hard to find. Up on a step stool, boxes were moved around on the upper shelf of a closet. An avalanche of boxes before "Yipee!" Returning to the living room she put the box on the coffee table. "Here it is."
Leigh looked at the department store gift box used to hold dress shirts. "How did your grandfather throw such a heavy man overboard?"
"You know... I never asked that. I wasn't sure I wanted to know."
Leigh leaned over and took the top off the box. The white tissue paper on top was removed to reveal a flannel pajama top-a cream-colored background with black sheep jumping over a wooden fence print. "This was a gag gift?"
"You have to understand that grandpapa was a proud man. He wasn't the stereotypical alpha manly man but he was a proud man. So for him to wear something like that wouldn't be right. Grandfathers do not wear sheep he would tell me. The both of you are about the same height but the waist might be a little big."
"Let us get to bed. We will be better for the rest."
"Right." But it's only eight o'clock couldn't we stay up just a little bit longer? Like say for another couple hours?
"Mmm, they fell to the floor," Leigh said with her eyes closed.
Clarisse started laughing. "Sorry about that." Poor Leigh. Taking a last glance at Leigh, Clarisse turned off the light and snuggled under the covers feeling an arm wrapping around her torso.
Chapter 6
After the morning routine had been completed, "Here it is. This is where I work out my issues and work off the deserts," Clarisse said, as they stood in the entryway. "I'll take you back to the locker room. We can share a locker." Oh God, that sounded so high schoolish. That was even worse. Clarisse shook her head and laughed.
"There you go." The locker door slammed and Diane twisted the lock. "I'm going to the treadmills. Where are you going?"
"Wherever you will be going. I will follow not so close to be your shadow but close enough that should you need something I will be there."
"Eh. OK." She scratched her head. "Let's go."
Forty-eight minutes later, the treadmill session finished and onto the stationary bikes. A little resistance, not too much so I feel like I'm peddling through tar.
Clarisse sat on the bike, watching the wheel spin. "I know I'll feel it tomorrow, but right now I feel so good."
"That is because all of the stress has been exhausted away from you. Now would be the time to exercise the mind."
Clarisse looked at Leigh and smiled. They gathered their belongings and returned to the car.
Once back at the apartment, "Why don't you go ahead and take a shower first? Everything's in there. I'll get the coffee ready. It'll be done when you get out."
Leigh nodded her head before going into the shower.
Clarisse went through her messages while the coffee was going. Telemarketing, with the rest from Annette reminding me that mother and daughter will always have arguments and they will always be forgotten. Clarisse laughed. She mentioned lunch. To satisfy my curiosity, I'll accept. The conversation will make great dialogue in a fiction novel.
"Morning. I got a call from Annette inviting me over for lunch for," Clarisse raised her hands in the air to make quotes as she said "girl talk." Putting her hands on the counter, "I'm going to take my shower. The coffee's ready, grab any mug you want annnnddd..." Clarisse's shoulders shook as she said, "Now I forgot. Ah well, I'll be back." Clarisse called out as she entered her room. "The mugs in the cupboard above the sink."
Fifteen minutes later, she returned to the kitchen to find eggs, toast, and coffee. "Oh that looks good." Clarisse walked over to the kitchen closet. A plate came into her field of vision. "This for me? I thought it was yours."
"I had mine while you were in the shower and now this is yours."
"Thank you. You're sweet." Clarisse took the plate almost bouncing back to the counter.
Kitchen cleaned up and dishes done, Clarisse walked with Leigh to the couch. "In memory of my grandpapa, I'm going to write a children's book of all the stories he used to tell me. The current story I'm doing will be put on hold until the children's book is done. I feel in order to accomplish that I need to move into grandpapa's houseboat. My lease will be up soon so it will be perfect. Those are my plans."
"Your heart told you what you need to do. That is why the decision you made feels right. The winter storms will be here soon what will you do then? You cannot stay on the houseboat."
"I remember when I was a kid that when the winter came, we would lock up the houseboat and live in the house until spring. It's in Stravon Village, and not that far from your house and maybe you're right. It feels like ages since I've been there." Grandmamma, how come we have to live in a normal house now? I want to go back to the houseboat. "The last time I was there was the winter before high school graduation. Everything is probably still covered."
"When the door opens it not only invites the air, the sun, the wind... it also invites the memories to return. Allow them to return and you will feel yourself full again."
"I suppose so. I'm going to go to Annette's house for the uh... girl talk luncheon. What are you going to do?"
"I have to return to the site to inspect the progress they have made. The bond between mother and daughter must be reignited as well. To lose touch would mean a great consequence in the end."
"Thank you for spending the day. It was nice." Leigh and Clarisse came closer together to share themselves, feeling their emotions tingle as their tongues glided against one another. Intensity grew. Clarisse lay on the couch with Leigh hovering on top. She felt her body respondto Leigh's touch as she suckled.
Leigh arose inhaling. Clarisse looked into the eyes above. Pupils dilated her irises red. Clarisse listened to the purr emanating from Leigh.
"Oh boy." I can't think. I can't move.
"I must leave now," Leigh said, her voice deeper the purring became a background effect when she spoke.
"Leigh, we really have to do this when we have time."
Leigh lowered herself for a kiss.
"I love you my angel." Leigh rose from the couch.
After an hour of staring at the ceiling, Clarisse rose from the couch for a shower before leaving. Her body was still humming with vibrations felt during the session.
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Clarisse sat in the driveway of Annette's house looking out the windshield at a sycamore tree. Her stomach growled. It brought her out of the trance and up the steps to knock on the door, it would be my luck I have to stand here and listen to that doorbell. Three rings later the door finally opened.
"It's about time you got here," Audra said. "Your mother called you promptly this morning at nine o'clock. It is now two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Good afternoon to you too Audra. I'm doing just fine thank you for asking. No I haven't had a chance to get my tires changed yet. And you?"
"Such an ungrateful child. If you were my daughter..."
Clarisse stepped into Audra's personal space. "Let's not go there. Is Annette here or did she," Should I say it or not "Leave." All right so I'll be nice. For now.
Busy getting fat you mean. Clarisse knocked on the door. Hearing a reply, she let herself in.
"Well, I was wondering if you would be here to keep your poor lonely mother company."
Oh good grief. "I could leave you know." Clarisse put her hands on her hips.
"I thought maybe you missed your poor old mother. I see you haven't. How is Christophe these days?"
Clarisse stood in front of the door looking at Annette.
"Are you going to ignore me all day? I am a very busy lady."
"So I've heard."
"Did he run off? You can never trust those that grew up without parents." Annette started filing her nails. "How would they learn about commitment otherwise? He had no role models and no one to show him how to be a proper gentleman. Does he have a new girlfriend already? It hasn't been that long since ... since...well since she died."
Clarisse closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she listened to Annette. Keep your anger in check. It will get you nowhere if you let her get to you. What I wouldn't do to have Leigh by me right now. "Maybe I was wrong to come here and to fix my mistake. I'm leaving." She turned around, opened the door, and slammed it shut once she was on the other side.
Clarisse walked with long strides to the front door. She heard Audra's footfalls behind.
"You. You will return immediately. Do you hear me? You will return at once," Audra said.
"Fuck you bitch," she said in French. Clarisse unlocked her door and climbed into the car. She closed her door watching Audra as she screamed. I have no idea what you're saying. But it sure is funny watching. Audra's heel broke as she stomped.
Clarisse started the car and pushed the gas pedal all the way down while still in park. Audra started coughing and Clarisse backed out of the driveway.
Once home, she opened her file box to get the address of the house and call the utility companies to turn everything on. After that, it was finding out what to do with the houseboat during the winter season.
"How did grandpapa do it?" Clarisse sat on the bed drumming her fingers on her leg. "Didn't he call a number or something?" A search in the filebox turned up a number. "My name is Clarisse St. Hilaire and I own a houseboat at Stravon Village Lake."
"Is the boat under your name?"
"No. It's under Christophe St. Hilaire."
"One moment." A moment later, "Yes. Here it is. We need you to be there when we do the work. We will also store the boat for you if you so chose."
"Yes please. When is your next opening?"
"We could do it tomorrow at two o'clock?"
"Oh. That's perfect. I'll be there. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
That was easy. Now Skyler.
"Hi Helen. It's Clarisse. Is Skyler in?"
"Hi honey, I didn't recognize your voice over the phone and I think she's in the back. Just a moment I'll get her."
"I'll be here."
Clarisse waited a moment before she heard "Kowabunga dude. Yo yo yo what up chum?"
"You must be bored to pieces."
"Did you know there's two thousand two hundred and thirty eight holes in the ceiling?"
I'll take that as a yes. "Not until now no. What time can you get out?"
"Technically I can always leave the office since Helen has my cell number. Whadda ya need Ce Ce?"
"Ce Ce. Ce Ce? What is it with you and Ce Ce and I was wondering if you wanted to have an early supper with me."
"That's my girl and she's back. How about the café?"
"Sure that sounds good. Give me about an hour. I'm home at the moment."
"Okey dokey pinokey. See ya?"
"Bye." Clarisse hung up the phone. "Life really is boring without her."
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Clarisse walked into the café the bell dinging against the door as it moved. Looking to her right, she saw Skyler sitting at the booth closest to the window, "Hi Skyler."
Skyler looked up "Hey. Yo. What up chickadee?"
"I'm thinking you're bored judging by that statement."
"Nah. Everything's cool. Out of your funk?"
"I suppose you can say that. When my grandfather died... it just shocked me. I never imagined him dying. Realistically I know it happens but... I... Grandpapa is dead. Leigh helped. She grabbed me took me in and did everything. I know it's not much of a description but anyway... What's going on with you?" Tears trickled down Clarisse's eyes.
"I'm the new sheriff of Stravon Village. I even got my own log cabin. We don't have a CB radio though. Bummersville."
"The other thing is I'll be leaving the city to move into a house here that my grandparents' had since. . . since I remember. My lease will be up soon and I need to be close to him in order to write a children's book. A children's book of all of his stories. I remember every one of them." Clarisse's head tilted to the left. Her eyes focused on the brown vinyl seats as she smiled."The Crying Tree. The Owl Professor. The Dove Queen. The Princess Pauper. I was six when he told me the first one." Clarisse's eyes moved to focus on Skyler.
"Ahkay." Skyler cleared her throat "Oh look, there's Leigh."
"She's here? I thought..." Clarisse looked around the café. "You tricked me! I hate that!"
"Hey calm down. I was trying to get your attention. You weren't responding to nothin'."
"Well, let's order something. I'm hungry," Clarisse said, as she opened the menu.
The bacon cheeseburgers came and the table was quiet. Clarisse stared at the sesame seeds on the top bun. The contrast of colors between the tomato and the lettuce, how the ketchup ran with mayonnaise with the mustard coming along for the ride. The texture of the patty: how the grain seemed to crisscross. The smell of cooked meat, the aroma of the smoked bacon adding a smoky salty flavor of her burger. There was background noise.
The plates were taken away. Clarisse looked straight ahead and saw the seat empty. She shrugged her shoulders before getting up to leave. At her car, she saw Skyler against the driver side door, facing the road.
"Excuse me Skyler. I have to get my key in the door," Clarisse said, holding up the key.
"Clarisse, what's going on? I had a perfect one-sided conversation with Rosy Palm and her five friends. You didn't even notice."
"I don't expect you to understand, but. . . I'll tell you anyway. I'm not in the mood. I thought I was but I was wrong."
"I understand about death."
"I really don't think you do. My grandparents were my life. They raised me. They taught me. They took care of me. They were everything to me and now they're gone. I'm left without a family Skyler. Unless things have changed since the last time I saw you all of your relatives are still alive. Your parents are still in the Keys swimming. Your brother is still chasing women around the dorm. So tell me you understand."
"I understand because I've seen it. I've experienced it. You think it's easy out there on the street? You constantly have to be suspicious even if it's a simple traffic stop, because you never know if they're going to blow your fuckin' head off."
"They're not your family Skyler. Something happens to your partner, you call your dad. Me? Something happens to me who's going to be there?"
"Easy, easy, Angel. She does not understand your heart breaking," Leigh said, as she approached.
"Leigh?" Clarisse eyes opened wide. "I thought you were busy today." Clarisse held her arms low but wide open.
"I was busy today, until I was distracted by something. Let us go home and relax with Tom Sawyer, a Merlot... hmm?" Leigh purred in Clarisse's ear.
Clarisse dropped her head and leaned in Leigh's direction. "Mmmm. Leigh." She looked up into Leigh's eyes and smiled. "Let's go."
Turning toward Skyler, "It's like I said Skyler, I don't expect you to understand. We have different perspectives on death."
"Oh, I think I understand. I just wasn't the right person to have supper with. Maybe another time." Skyler rolled her body against Clarisse's car to walk toward her motorcycle, two spots ahead of them.
"Leigh? What were you distracted by? Did someone try to hurt your daughter?"
"She is healthy and happy. It is you that I was distracted by." Leigh covered Clarisse's mouth as she said, "Shh shh shh. That is all you need to know for now. Let us go home where we can be together."
"All right. We'll go home." Clarisse got in her car and started the engine, Marvin Gaye in the background.
Leigh followed Clarisse up the steps and motioned her inside.
"Donnie, prepare the room for Clarisse."
"Lady Pendragon--"
"You have never argued with me. Do not start now because you will not win."
Clarisse turned around and walked upstairs.
Leigh brought her arm around Clarisse's waist walking with her to the living room. It was that picture. Something about that picture. Was it because it was Leigh. Why?
Leigh's shoulders shook with a smile on her face as she said, "You disappear into another universe so quickly, imagining a new world and seeing things only you can see. I will bring back coffee and something for us to enjoy. I will return. You know you are free to wander here. There are no secrets between us."
"OK, then where are you from?"
"A test so soon to find out if I am telling you the truth. Remember though that truth is perceived differently for everyone. That is why we need a mediator to hear to think for us... what is the truth?"
"I thought so."
"You already know everything there is to know about me. Me, Angel. My heart my soul you know the truth about. That is who I am. You know." Leigh left Clarisse in the living room.
Clarisse turned around to face the painting "What about you? What do you know? What is it about the two of you that seems so mysteriously attractive to me? Why is it I can't-- How come I can't live without you? Can you tell me?"
Clarisse heard creaking coming from somewhere. It sounded like a door opening. Problem is though, nothing in the house creaks. Between Donnie and Leigh the house is kept clean and neat.
"I remember the main character in a movie had a room underneath the stairs. It was a movie but..." Clarisse poked and pushed every board underneath the stairs finding nothing. With the stairs to her right, she looked to her left and saw the opened door. Stepping through, she patted the wall for a light switch. It felt like she hit something, torches lit themselves one by one lighting the way through a hallway. Down the hallway looking left and right, at the end of the hallway sat a room with granite brick walls, tapestries depicting flying dragons, and a red velvet portière hung from the ceiling. "It seemed to be an odd place to have a doorway in the corner of the room." Her hand hovered over the edge should I or shouldn't I?
"Had I known you wanted to relax in here, I would have cleaned this room," Leigh said, as she placed the tray on a wooden table against the wall.
"Leigh. I just... I...I'll leave. I have no-"
"When I say you may explore at will that is what I meant. This room is dusty. It has been fourteen days since it was cleaned last."
"I still say you have a strange way of expressing yourself and I was curious. It's like the present underneath all of the wrapping paper." Diane saw the raised eyebrow. "OK, it's not a good analogy. Best I could do."
"I have coffee and Edgar Allen Poe."
Clarisse raised her eyebrow. "Nothing like a little light reading to settle down with."
"Come and be with me here on the settee."
Clarisse walked toward Leigh and stopped at the table. "It's a beautiful table. How glossy it is with all of these nicks. If I were to put a word to it, I would say it was handsome. The dark glossy wood marked with nicks, scratches, and dents. Something you would expect to find in an old castle so high on the mountaintop it would be constantly covered with fog. Moss would be growing around the edges. An old wizard with gray hair and a long beard would be poking his head out of the window yelling 'Where is my apprentice? I bet he's off chasing the women servants. That boy will be the death of me.' The wizard would clunk-"
Leigh cleared her throat and patted the space next to her. "Yes that is an antediluvian table. The castle was not nestled in fog. And if mother--" Leigh shook her head. "Come and get your coffee."
"And..." Clarisse made a circles in the air with her hand. Not receiving a reply, she spread out her arms in a waiting position. "You're not going to tell me. The only person who is more frustrating than you are is Skyler."
"Clarisse."
"Yeah yeah. I'm coming I'm coming." Clarisse walked to the settee and sat beside Leigh. It was quiet while they were sipping coffee.
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Clarisse looked at her watch "It's eight o'clock. I should get back. I want to start packing and moving all of my nonessentials now so I don't have so much to move at once." Clarisse stopped to look around the room. "When I take a second look at this room, it feels like a dungeon. The only thing missing is the Iron Maiden."
Leigh laughed and shook her head. "I will walk with you to your car."
Clarisse looked back, watching the door close. The door blended into the surrounding wall. Will I be able to find this room again if I need to?
"Yeah. I owe it to her. I had no right to do that. I over reacted. I don't know why but I did. I invited her to eat with me and I behave like a classic bitch. The good part of the day was you coming along," Clarisse said with a smile. She held Leigh and they rocked back and forth. They separated and looked into each other's eyes. Patting Leigh's chest "I have to go."
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"Uhh." Clarisse grunted. "The last box of nonessentials thank you God. I had no idea I had so much. Six boxes. Six boxes of things I don't use. Who could've imagined."
The doorbell rang. The doorbell rang again "What do you want Annette? I'm a little busy," Clarisse said, as she waved to the packed boxes.
"I knew you would change your mind. Lovely. I'll call Audra right away and--"
"Hold It! I am not moving in with you," Clarisse said, in a near whisper, "I have nothing to do with you. I owe you nothing Annette. I never have. I never will."
"Well! I never heard such disrespect in all my life." Annette slapped Clarisse's face "How ungrateful you are." Another slap "And here I drove all the way to this dreadful place to ask you to dinner." Another slap. "You will never be my daughter."
"Was I ever your daughter?"
"What?!"
"You heard me. You never sent me the obligatory birthday or Christmas card. You were always too busy to take care of those matters. You gave me to grandpapa and grandmamma because I was a mistake. It would've been a big scandal for the village's most prominent citizens to give me up for adoption or to get an abortion. As far as I'm concerned I don't have a mother."
"You should be begging and crying for mercy at my feet instead of being rude and ungrateful."
"Was there something you wanted other than general annoyance?" Clarisse put her hands on her hips.
"You will never be allowed inside of my house again!"
"You said that already. You've done that already. Anything else?"
Annette stuck up her nose and left Clarisse.
"Oh. That felt so good." She shrugged her shoulders and the packing resumed. "There's eight boxes all together."
I have to get to the lake to take care of the houseboat. I have to change out of these sweats first.
The radio was quiet on the way up. The wipers swished away the rain as it hit the windshield. Up the driveway and into the parking lot, the flatbed was visible sitting on the far end.
"Afternoon," Clarisse said, getting out of the car. "Am I late?"
"No ma'am. We just got here. We're going to take the houseboat and give it a thorough cleaning at the company. We have everything there and according to the rules for the lake, they won't allow us to do anything. You're welcome to follow."
What would grandpapa do? "Is it normal for people to follow you?"
"Most just leave it to us. We bill them within five days of taking it. Depending on what needs doing."
"All right. Go ahead and take it then."
"Yes ma'am." The man put his hand by his mouth and said, "Bring it up, Rod."
Clarisse stood on the side watching them bring up the houseboat. The breeze blew the flaking paint off the sides.
"Could you give it a fresh coat of paint as well? Then add it to the bill at the end?"
"Sure thing. We'll take care of ya."
"Thanks."
"All right." The man walked towards her with a clipboard in his hand. "If you could sign by the X please?"
Clarisse glanced through the paper before signing. "Thank you."
"You're welcome ma'am. Have a good winter."
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An idea came to mind as she bit her lip and laughed. "I wonder." The phone was ringing but the voice message picked up instead.
A search in her freezer revealed a frozen dinner. She sat on the couch and enjoyed the peace.
The following morning she stared at the packed boxes. They aren't going to move all by themselves. I need to get something to pack them into so I'm not making eight trips back and forth. Rent a truck? Rent a wagon? Rent a trailer? As a last thought, rent a horse?
"You're talking to me? Really?"
"I'd laugh if I thought it was funny. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry for the way I behaved the other day. It wasn't right. You didn't deserve it."
"It's all right bud. I understand. What's up with the boxes?"
"These are my nonessentials. I was trying to come up with an idea to move them into the house."
"Well why didn't you just say so pilgrim?"
"That was the worst John Wayne imitation."
"I got my brother's four by today. If you don't mind Walking Destructo I'll give you a hand."
"Walking Destructo? Who's Walking Destructo?"
"My two-year-old nephew. Don't ask."
"Well, if you have other plans today I'll come up with something that won't take all day."
"You see, there is a reason I did come here today." Skyler cleared her throat "Would you please help me with my nephew in keeping him entertained while my goodfornothin brother spends the day entertaining himself?"
"Do I wanna know how he's entertaining himself?"
"It involves money, contraceptives, and the street walkers on the not so good part of town which I warned him about but has yet failed to listen to me and dad."
"And you're amazed at what I can say in one breath. Well, with moving boxes back and forth it doesn't lend much to entertaining. I have an idea though." Everyone moved to the living room "Why don't you two sit on the couch while I make a phone call?"
Clarisse dialed Leigh's number. The phone rang but nobody picked up. One last try, otherwise the poor kid will be bored to pieces. The phone rang but again... no answer.
"Well, it looks like the poor kid--" After hearing someone knock on the door. "Leigh?"
"You ring my phone but do not leave a message," Leigh said, "Is there something I can do for you?"
"I don't know how it is you do what you do but Skyler is here. She brought her nephew along which wouldn't be a problem but she volunteered to help me move which would leave him bored. Could you entertain him while we move these boxes? It shouldn't take more than two hours."
"Of course I will entertain the little lad. When you are done come home and we will have something to eat."
"Thank you, Leigh. If you wait downstairs we'll bring him out when we leave."
"I could take him now seeing as how you have four hands to work with."
Scratching her head, "Huh?"
"I take the little lad now because you only have four hands to work with, unless you conjured an octopus without consulting me before hand."
"I still don't know how you get I have four hands."
"You see," Skyler said, standing behind Diane with her arms wrapped around Diane's waist. "One, two, three, four. You have four hands."
"OK. Label me the village idiot. Get your nephew."
"Yo. Small dude. Time to boogie."
"Buh, Annie Syler, you say we gonna pway."
"Later. You're going with this nice lady here. When we're done we'll come to get ya. Deal?"
"Kay."
Leigh looked down at Skyler's nephew, "My name is Leigh. What is your name?"
"I'm Syler."
Leigh looked at Skyler with a raised eyebrow. Skyler replied "He's two."
"That explains the speech pattern. What I am after is the reason for the similarity in the name."
"My brother was drunk?"
"And the mother?" Leigh asked.
"Uh. On Fourth and Railroad Drive?"
Leigh's eyes are turning red. Not red with passion either. "Leigh, how about if we meet you by your car. It'll give us a chance to go potty, make sure everybody's ready, calm down a little..."
"Everybody is fine and I will wait out here for the little lad. Does he have a middle name?"
"Abott."
"Skyler Abott..."
"Anson, after his mother."
"Skyler Abott Anson. This would be a time to be reminded to be aware that when asking a question beware of the answers that follows. However, it is curiosity that outlaws that warning. Where does Abott come from?"
"She couldn't make it to the hospital and the closest place was a church."
"I will be here. Please take your time. The drive will be long and uneventful for a lad so young," Leigh said, before she reached the door and closed it.
"Skyler, I'll show you the potty. The door will be open so we can hear you. We'll wait on my bed. OK?"
"Kay. Annie Syler tole me how cause dadda was seeping."
"Go on." Skyler told him patting his behind.
"You didn't tell me that his mother came from Hooker Alley you dope." Clarisse reached up and swatted Skyler head. "What about his father, is he going to take responsibility? No don't answer that. I have no right to ask and I don't wanna know."
"He just needs a few days to set some things up. I'm just babysitting. Really. Dad would have another coronary if he found out that Brian reneged on his responsibility."
"Annie Syler, see?" Skyler junior said patting his pants. "I pull dem myself."
"Good job little dude. You get cleaned up?"
Shaking his head back and forth, "Nuh uh. I can reach."
"I'll give ya a lift."
"Kay."
Clarisse grabbed a few sheets of paper and cut them in half. Diane opened the door with Leigh standing in front. "Here you go Skyler. Here's some paper and a pencil to draw with. You can draw a picture for you Auntie Skyler. OK?"
"Yay. I can dwaw."
"Are you ready Abott?" Leigh asked.
"My name Syler."
"Yes, and so is your Aunt. I will call you Abott to be sure it is clear who I am speaking to."
"You call me lil dude."
"That is a special name for your aunt to call you. I will call you Abott. All Right?"
Skyler junior looked up at Leigh. "Your eye is boo. Fore dey were red. How come?"
"It depends how the light is shining on them," Leigh said. "Are you ready to go?"
"Kay. Bye bye Annie Syler." Abott waved as he walked with Leigh to the elevators.
"Normally you're not so talkative. Especially to strangers. What's up?"
"I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth and evade answers and belt them one for asking questions and they agree to watch my nephew."
"I should've known. Bribery."
"Well. . . there is that. Let's move this shi-uhm stuff so we can get a move on. I figure by the time we're done, Leigh will want to send him to juvie. Which brings me to my next point."
"That is..."
"That is you don't want to make Ms. Chesleigh Pendragon angry. She's gained a reputation in this town and along with it a large following. The only one who won't pay homage is Brunhilde. Rumor has it that if Ms. Pendragon were to run for mayor she would win. No contest."
"I know she's putting up a church but what else has she done."
"I'm surprised she didn't tell you."
"She doesn't talk about herself. She'll start... maybe then suddenly stop and change the subject."
"Hmmm. Anyway, several of the men on the wharf were laid off because of company downsizing. She hired those men and put them to work on her own fleet. Twice the pay. There were a lot of happy campers."
"That's a good thing." Leaning against the truck, Clarisse looked up at Skyler. "Well Annie Syler, those are all of the boxes. Now we get to transport them."
"Where are we going anyway?"
"To my grandpapa's house. He had a house in Stravon Village that we used during the winter season. We would be there until late spring. Then it was back to the houseboat."
"All right Ce Ce, you lead the way and I'll follow."
"I don't know how you get Ce Ce."
"You call me Annie Syler I get to call you Ce Ce."
"OK all right fine. I hope that one day the universe will open up and tell me the answer to this mystery. Give me fifteen minutes to get my car."
"Cool."
Clarisse raised her eyebrow at Skyler before shaking her head walking back to her apartment.
Etta James, another Rhythm and Blues favorite, was put into the CD player. Clarisse sang along as she drove. Clarisse could feel herself take a deep breath and let out all of the negativity. The death of her grandfather, her relationship with Annette no longer existed inside. What was left was a feeling of harmony.
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The winter escape was on top of the hill. The same hill as Leigh's house, which was estimated to be a five-minute drive down. It was a single story house with a stone exterior and white trimming. The driveway melded with the walkway to the house. It was four steps up to the enclosed patio. Once inside, she looked at the doors to the kingdom. She laughed remembering vintage style chateau doors as grandpapa called them. Looking at them reminded her of the doors that led to a castle. They were double doors shaped in an arch. Standing on her tiptoes, she couldn't touch the top. Walnut slats made up the exterior with a wrought iron grill guarding a square window. Wrought iron hinges decorated the outside of the doors with a door handle made out of the same material.
"Have you touched down to Earth yet?"
"Huh? Who? What?" Clarisse asked with her eyes wide open. "Oh Skyler." Clarisse giggled. "Sorry, I got caught up in memories. Grandpapa said since this was supposed to be a man's castle, let it look like a castle. Grandmamma insisted on the floor to ceiling bay windows in the front. She wanted light."
"And the cage?"
"What cage?"
"This cage."
"Skyler it's not a cage it's an enclosed patio. Grandpapa would sit out here watching the snowfall how it came to rest on the dogwood tree and the willow tree in the front yard. Writing and creating stories. Grandmamma would sit out here too, painting. Anyway, let's get the boxes moved."
"While you were strolling down memory lane, I piled the boxes in the corner over there." Skyler pointed to the left front corner of the enclosed patio.
"That means I need to unlock it." Clarisse unlocked the door and opened them both. "There that'll make it easier. Open the patio door will you? It'll help to air out the house. After grandmamma died I don't think he came here."
After Skyler opened the door, "Thanks," Clarisse said, "We'll just pile the boxes in the living room for now. I'll sort through them later."
"Okey dokey pokey."
After the boxes were brought into the house, Clarisse looked at the furniture, still covered with white sheets. It's time for the house to hibernate. We must be sure it does so comfortably. Her grandmamma told her when it was time to leave the house for the year. A tear strolled down her face and dropped on the Teak wood floor. Memories of running up and down the hallway calling grandpapa or grandmamma came to mind.
A deep inhale and Clarisse turned around. Brown eyes looked down and a hand caressed her face. Lips connected in a soft and slow connection. "Leigh."
"Yes my angel. I did not know the house was so close. Let us get something to eat."
"Oh. Yeah. I should lock up. Is Skyler still waiting or did she leave?"
"She is playing in the front yard with her nephew."
Clarisse smiled and nodded her head. The house locked up she walked to Skyler standing in front of the dogwood tree, looking up at her nephew as he climbed up.
"I used to climb that tree. I remember grandmamma would yell from the house to get out of the tree and grandpapa would slowly walk up to me, laughing. I don't know if grandmamma ever knew this, but he would climb this tree as well. 'An old tree for an old man' he would tell me. Well, let's get going. Someone must be hungry."
"Oh yeah. We have weenies and beans to eat," Skyler junior said.
Diane looked back to see Leigh's eyes and cheeks turning red. "I wonder how that came about."
"All righty buddy boy. Down you go," Skyler said.
"Nnno!" Skyler junior crossed his arms.
"Buddy boy. Down you go. Now!" Skyler said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Nnnnooooo!"
"This usually takes a while," Skyler said, looking at Diane.
"Abott, your aunt said it is time climb down out of the tree. If you do not, there will be no beans and weenies for you to eat."
Skyler junior looked at Leigh for a minute before starting to climb down. "Sorry Annie Syler."
"Uh. OK. No problemo. Let's get you into your rocket seat." Skyler looked at Leigh for a moment. "How did you do that?"
"A concept which anyone in the public service should not only know but understand."
"That would be..."
"Communication. Communication is the key with everyone in any situation, but especially those in the public service." Leigh motioned them toward the cars. Diane's shoulders were shaking with a smile on her face.
Skyler stopped walking and stood in front of the house. "Whoa momma."
"Come on. Or Donnie will think you're a statue." Clarisse tugged on Skyler's finger.
"But but but... That's the haunted house! I ain't goin'. No way. No how. Not in a mega-gazillion billion centuries."
"Oh good grief," Clarisse said, "It's not haunted. Come on you. Or I'll get a very small creature with a long wiry tail, long whiskers, red eyes, wiggles it's nose--"
"I'm coming, I'm coming. No need for torture."
Clarisse glanced up the steps to see Leigh leaning against doorway talking to Donnie. She could tell Vissia was laughing even with her mouth covered.
Clarisse walked ahead hanging on to Skyler's small finger. Once inside the house, "Where's the Ghost and Mrs. Muir?"
"Annie Syler, no ghost here. Only libing people," Skyler junior said. "I show you the TB room."
"Yeah Annie Syler. Why don't you go to the entertainment room while the meal is being prepared?"
"Cause I can help."
"Believe me when I tell you, stay out of the kitchen. It's not a pretty site if you do."
"What's gonna happen? She's going to turn me into a toad?"
Leigh stood behind Skyler "That would be a waist of good energy and the meal is ready." Giving Skyler a nudge.
"I'm going, I'm going. I like beanies and weenies don't you know."
Leigh made a motion of moving into the dining room.
The meal was done and Skyler junior got down from the table.
"Where you going little dude and didn't you forget something?"
"I done."
"And..."
"I done."
"You're supposed to say may I be excused."
"May I be sused?"
"Yes, you may go."
Quick-paced footfalls were heard on the wooden floor.
"How was..." Skyler looked around for her nephew "How was Walking Destructo? Any problems?"
"Walking Destructo? Who is this Walking Desctructo?"
"Uh. Ms. Pendragon. It's just a nickname that I call my nephew. Diane stop laughing."
Diane held up her hand and covered her mouth.
Leigh rubbed her face before stopping to look at Skyler. She turned to Clarisse "And you compare me to her?"
"Only because the both of you are just as frustrating." Clarisse looked into Leigh's orange eyes. "I suggest you calm down before you start breathing fire."
"I am angry because she calls a young child Walking Destructo. As his aunt, it is her responsibility to be a second mother to a child that does not have a mother. Along with that comes patience, understanding, and love. Yes there is a time for play and games but a child's self esteem should be first and foremost!" Leigh stood up and left the table to walk to Skyler. In a quiet voice, "He is still an infant. He is able to move about and express his thoughts and feelings with little teaching. If infants are kept busy exploring the world around them there will be little opportunity to be Walking Destructo."
Skyler gulped. "You've got an accent you know that. I get it. Really. But I..." She gulped again. "I'm just the occasional babysitter. His dad is getting some things done. I won't have him after lunch tomorrow."
I guess I better do something. Steam's coming out of Leigh's nostrils. "How about if we go back to the city? Skyler will take her nephew and I'll go back home to do more packing. Sound OK?"
"Ms. Clarisse, would you stay and read Tom Sawyer with me?" Vissia asked.
"I'm sorry, Vissia. I've got packing to do. Remind me in two weeks. I'm thinking by then I should have the essentials done. Deal?"
"A deal is only valid if it is followed through," Vissia said.
Clarisse laughed "You sound like your mother and yes I know. That's why I'm asking you to remind me."
"Very well then it is a deal. We should have lunch and a good story to read."
"Thanks Vissia."
"Of course." Vissia bowed before turning around to go up the stairs.
"Methinks, I should agree," Skyler said, "Let me get li--uh, Abott and we'll go. I promised him fishing tomorrow." Skyler wiggled her fingers as she backstepped out of the dining room. "Little Dude. Hey Little Dude! Where?" Clarisse watched Leigh leave the table. A moment later, "I don't believe it. He's asleep. You know how hard it is to put him asleep?"
"I thought you didn't see him much."
"Technically I don't see him everyday, but I see him often enough to know his habits. He never falls asleep without hearing the first one hundred nursery rhymes and all of Aesop's Fables. He's asleep. Back there. Sucking his thumb. Cuddled on the couch. With a pillow."
"And you don't want to move him."
"I don't want to move him."
"But you have to."
"I have to." A deep sigh and sag of the shoulders. "Here I go."
Clarisse felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Leigh with brown eyes. Clarisse stood up and held her letting out a long sigh. Warm arms wrapped around her. Eyes closed inhaling cinnamon and sandalwood. Breathing evened out.
"Hey Ce Ce," Skyler said.
"So much for being comfortable." Clarisse looked up at Leigh and smiled. "Yes Annie Syler." Leigh shook her head and Clarisse laughed.
"I'm goin' now. Call me next time you need to move somehm." Skyler brought up Skyler junior to get a better position to hold him.
"Yes Skyler. Did you get your nephew OK?"
"Yeah. He's OK."
"Hm!" Skyler junior turned his head in the other direction on Skyler's shoulder.
"See. He's fine. See ya."
"Bye Skyler." Clarisse watched Skyler leave the house with Donnie following behind. "And you, my mysterious wizard. I will see you later. I have to get back and finish packing. Oh, do you know where I can find a warehouse to store my furniture? I don't want to sell it."
"I will be there tomorrow to assist in the moving of your furniture. I will store it."
"How much a month? The only place I could find in the city wanted five hundred a month. I didn't want to ask why and I don't want to pay that much. That's why I'm asking."
"Do not worry about payment." Leigh pressed her index on Clarisse's lips. "Keep your promises to Vissia and stay well. That will be enough."
"I don't suppose I could talk you into taking payment each month. I don't want it to seem like I'm mooching off of you."
"Mooching? What is this mooching?"
"Bum. Beg."
"Why do you not say cadging? Which this is not. This is doing something for those we love."
"I see. I know I've said this before..."
"I understand, Clarisse. I am not pressuring you. I am telling you how I feel and the reason for my actions."
"I can accept that. Thank you. It's going to be a long drive back. Good night Leigh."
"Good night." Leigh starting purring and her eyes turned red. She bent down to kiss Clarisse.
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"Voice mail. Chances are it's all Annette telling me how shameful I am."
"Your mother was very upset when she came home," Audra said. "Why she even closed the door in my face. She never does that unless she is very upset." Diane erased the messages.
"Glad I could oblige and good to know you are concerned over my well-being. Annette you're wondering, she said I'm nothing but a good for nothing child who needs to be taught how to behave like a lady. Before reminding me that I needed to drop by and pick up flyers announcing her campaign for mayor. It's no wonder I'm talking to an empty kitchen. I'm going insane."
Clarisse looked in her refrigerator. There's catsup, bread, pickles, and cheese. Looking in the freezer, frozen dinners and fish sticks. "So. Fish sandwich it is. I'll wait a little while. In the meanwhile, I'll turn on the TV and see what's there."
Chapter 7
Clarisse moaned as the sun shone through the window and onto her head. She turned to read eight-fifteen on the clock. Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her bathroom to change clothes. I'll skip a workout and pack today. Sooner the better. She put on her socks.
It was noon when she dropped onto the couch and spread open her legs. Who gave you that Angela? The Dove Queen gave me this magical feather. She said--The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Good morning, Angel," Leigh said. "I apologize for being so tardy."
"It's OK. I won't keep you on a time clock. It would've been kinda hard to plop on the couch without a couch anyway."
"Plop on the couch. Why would you plop on the couch? You are in physical pain from the packing?"
"Huh? Noo. I was just recouping after packing this morning. I got my clothes and my dishes. This afternoon I'm planning on my linens and my computer. After that. That's it. Nothing else to pack. I already emailed the management company for the apartment building and I got a confirmation last night."
"Then we can move the boxes with the furniture at once rather than returning."
"That'll be kinda heavy."
"The truck will be fine and the men get paid to lift heavy things. It is best if you stay out here while they work. All of the furniture gets moved into the warehouse. Correct?"
"Well, everything but my bed and nightstand."
Leigh nodded her head and left Clarisse standing at the door. Four men came into her apartment.
"They look like they won the Mr. Olympus games," Clarisse said, as she watched the men enter her apartment. "They're huge."
"They need to be physically fit for what they do. I told them to move everything but the bedroom furniture."
"Thank you, Leigh. You're sweet." Clarisse stood on her tiptoes ready to give Leigh a peck on the cheek. Leigh pushed down on Clarisse's shoulders. I thought you loved me.
"Lots of people give each other love in public."
"That may be so and they may feel it is appropriate to do so at that time. Different cultures have different beliefs. We must all respect and remember that everyone is an individual with their own ideas on what is appropriate, what is right, or what should be believed."
"And you don't believe in showing affection right?"
"There is a time and place for everything and everything in its proper place and this is not the proper place or time."
"Why do you have to make things so complicated?"
"It is not complicated. It is what I believe."
"So if someone asks if I'm dating someone you want me to tell them what?"
"Clarisse, this is only an issue because you choose to make it so. Tell them the truth. Tell them what you feel in your heart. If they cannot accept that it will not matter because you know it in your heart."
"You're right. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe I'm just fed up with Annette. After everything is done, we'll go on vacation. We'll go... we'll go..." Clrisse's shoulder's shook. "We'll go to Disneyland."
"It is a good thing you did not say that in front of Vissia. I promised her Disney World but I am hoping she will forget. Things have gotten a little bit busy lately."
"I'm sure she understands with as wonderful as a mom you are. Vissia has your intelligence you know."
"And the heart will still crumble with an unfulfilled promise."
"She'll wait. Have faith."
Clarisse watched Leigh as she signed to the men. As the men left, Leigh looked back at Clarisse. "You are among the small minded population to believe that because someone cannot hear intelligence is lacking."
"Actually I was wondering if there is a language you don't know."
"I apologize then. Little sleep makes my mind absent."
"Out of curiosity..."
"One is going to school to be a computer programmer, another is an author, there is a third grade teacher who is looking for another school, and the last one has not decided. He still enjoys the feel of clay."
Diane mumbled, "Oh. I wonder if he'll make a statue. I think I'm going to need one in the living room."
"I am sure if you ask he will be happy to."
"How much do I owe them?"
"You do not owe them payment. Having something to do is payment enough for them. I just hired them and this was their first job."
"So lift by day, study by night?"
"Yes."
"You're adorable. Anyway, I have to go get a carpet steam cleaner. Or should I hire a company. They certainly will do a better job than I can."
"Let me know when you decide."
"I appreciate your generosity, really I do. I just get the feeling that I'm filching off of you."
"If I felt that you were filching off of me then I would not have offered."
"I'll only accept if you let me pay for it. Otherwise I'm hiring someone else."
"Then the arranged payment is taking Donnie out for lunch for coffee for shopping you choose."
"You were going to tell Donnie? It's not that I don't have confidence that she can't do it but... Donnie?"
"Yes."
"Fine. When she's done we'll talk about it. The apartment isn't big any how. Thanks."
"Come over tonight for dinner. It will certainly be better than frozen food."
"I'm not going to ask how you know that and it would really be better if I stick to my frozen food. I only have one more night here anyway."
"Be careful my angel. Be well," Leigh said as she left.
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Clarisse woke up with her alarm clock at seven in the morning. All that was left was her bed, nightstand, and various items on and in the nightstand.
The phone was ringing on the other end. "I hope she's up. Well, the voice--hello?"
"Your friendly neighborhood sheriff. Can I help you?"
"Yeah I wondering if I woke you up. I have some more boxes, my bed, and my nightstand to move.
"Naw. You're fine. I can move'em. I can even give you two hands."
"Thanks Skyler."
"Gonna be there?"
"Yeah I'll be here. I'll see you in a while."
An hour later, someone knocked on the door.
"Skyler. Good morning."
"Morning Ce Ce."
"Fuel up before we start moving."
"You don't have leaded fuel."
"I don't but the corner store does. I even bought you chocolate donuts."
"Ah man. Talk about bribery. What do you want?"
"Just help moving this stuff then no more. I'll be done."
"Where did the rest of the stuff go?"
"It's being stored in a warehouse. Before we get to the house though, I need to drop by Leigh's and leave a message there."
"You lead. I follow. Ugh ugh."
"Hmm." Clarisse smirked.
Furniture in Skyler's truck and boxes in Clarisse's car they left the apartment building.
Clarisse opened the gate to Leigh's house and pulled into the driveway. She looked behind and saw Skyler parked behind her. Looking through the windshield Skyler took out something and started pushing buttons. "She's playing with her game system."
Clarisse knocked on the door. Counting to ten and nobody answered. After ringing the doorbell, the door opened. "Hi Donnie," Clarisse said, "Would you tell Leigh that I'll be at my house and to bring up the boxes."
"One moment Ms. Clarisse."
Clarisse shrugged her shoulders.
"She says the boxes will be there no later than three hours from now. She also would like to know if you decided."
"Tell her I agree."
"I would let you in but she is very busy."
"It's all right I understand. Have a good day and tell her thank you."
"Have a good day to you as well and I will deliver the message." Donnie closed the door.
Clarisse returned to her house and began unloading the boxes. "Why don't we leave the bed in your truck? Rather than carrying it in and out when we don't have to."
"Works for me. Anything else master."
"We have to wait until the delivery truck gets here. It'll be a little while."
Skyler gave her system to Clarisse. After three levels, a truck pulled up.
"Hi. I'm Todd," one of the delivery men said. "We were messaged twenty minutes ago and told that you're ready for delivery."
"Hi Todd." Diane raised an eyebrow in thought. "Can you understand me OK? I have paper and a pen if that would be better?"
"You're OK. I know what you're saying. Thank you for asking."
"You are welcome." I have to remember to slow it down. "If you could take the boxes into the house for me I would appreciate it. My friend has my bed in her truck, if you could take it to the warehouse as well, I would appreciate it also."
"Let me be sure I understand. You want us to move the boxes into the house. Then you want your bed from your friend's truck to move into the warehouse."
"Yes, please."
Todd nodded his head before he continued. "Is the door open?"
"Yes, both doors are open." Clarisse walked to the front of the house and pointed at the doors. "I opened both front doors so that you have plenty of room to come in and out. The patio door may be a little narrow though. If you can't fit, let me know."
"Did you say can fit?"
"I'm sorry, that was my mistake. I meant cannot fit."
Todd stared at the patio door before looking at Diane again. "It should be fine. We'll be done in a bit." He left Clarisse to go back to the truck where the others were waiting.
Clarisse watched as Todd signed the information to the others. "It blows my mind. Language does come in many forms. I bet they would be great storytellers." I better make sure Skyler stays out of trouble. Yeah right.
"Playing."
"The boys are probably about done."
"Cool beans dudette. Knock on my window when they're done."
Clarisse shrugged her shoulders and walked away from Skyler's truck. Turning in the direction of the backyard, she opened the gate to look around. "It's too cold to do anything now, but when it warms up it will be OK. Then the question would be-" Clarisse turned around in the direction of the driveway to find out who was yelling and what was banging.
"Sheriff," Annette said. "You will arrest these men."
"There is no reason for their arrest," Skyler said.
"What do you mean there is no reason? Of course there is. These men are trespassing."
Clarisse felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around to see who it was, "Hi. Need help?"
The man signaled to wait while he took out a note pad and pen.
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I'm Scott. I'm not getting a complete picture about what's going on. The older woman keeps turning her head. I see her pointing to the house with the words arrest and men. Can you help me to understand?
Hi Scott, I'm Clarisse. The older woman is the mayor of Stravon Village. I overheard her say she wants all of you arrested because you're trespassing.
Thank you, Clarisse. I'll let the guys know.
"Annette," Clarisse said, "What in the blue blazes are you doing here?"
"These men are trespassing. I want them arrested."
"Arrested for what? Unloading my belongings? Helping me move?"
"But... these men."
"Excuse me ma'am. I'm Todd. Is there a problem?"
"You see," Annette said, "This man is drunk. He can't even talk right."
Clarisse held onto Todd and backed him up out of Annette's view. "Todd. I am so sorry. Let me take care of this. Please?"
"Are you sure?"
"As long as you do not tell Leigh what I am about to say."
Todd laughed and nodded his head. He walked back into the house.
"Annette," Clarisse said as she walked back "Get off of my property! You don't belong here!"
"Of course I do. This is my house."
"Show me proof."
"I don't need proof. You are after all my daughter."
"Only when it suits you. Now get off before I pick you up and throw you and Audra to the street. Yes I do mean that literally."
"Well. I do not deserve such treatment. You are not my daughter."
"You keep saying that but I'm wondering if you understand that you fuckin' bitch."
Annette's eyes and mouth opened wide. "How dare you! You better stay away from me. I will have you arrested."
Clarisse started laughing.
"I demand to know what you think is so funny."
"I don't. It's not fuckin' funny at all. But it's either that or have my throat hurt even worse because you won't listen."
"You're insane." Annette left Clarisse on the lawn.
After getting control, she watched Annette drive away. Hallelujah, she's gone until tomorrow.
Clarisse lay down on the grass and closed her eyes. She felt another tap on her shoulder; she opened her eyes watching him do something with his hands. She shrugged her in response and the man left. Closing her eyes again, she concentrated on listening to something. There weren't any birds to listen to. Traffic on this end was nonexistent. She heard somebody walking.
"Grass is wet," Skyler said.
"Mmm."
"Grass is cold."
"Mmm."
"They're having wild sex in your house."
"Mmm."
"I sing a song. The song that tells the story of an angel without her wings."
Diane opened her eyes. "Leigh!"
"Yes?"
"Can I die now and then come back when Annette's dead and buried?"
"Once you are dead you cannot come back. Not even the most powerful of wizards are able to perform such a spell. Much as they try."
"Not even Merlin huh?"
"Pfft." Leigh shook her head and got up from the ground. Leigh held out her hand as Diane stared at it.
"I guess not," Diane said as she grasped the offered hand. "So you don't like Merlin? I thought you would. Being old and wise."
"He may be old but no one said he was wise. I have nothing against the man as I am sure he makes a wonderful character in the tale of King Arthur."
"Then your problem would be..."
"To understand, you must be a wizard. A mortal would have trouble understanding the discrepancy."
Clarisse looked at Leigh and put her hands on her hips. "I hate it when you wear the Raybans." She turned around to see Todd approaching them.
"Everything is done," Todd said, "The furniture will be taken to the warehouse by tonight."
"Thank you." Clarisse signaled to wait as she ran to Skyler's truck to get a paper and pen.
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Hi,
I'm Clarisse and I'm in need of a statue. I'm thinking of two people intertwined together so they look like lovers. Can you do that for me? If you can, name your price and I'll pay it.
Thank you
Holding out the message to Todd, "Would you give this to the artist for me?"
"Sure, I can do that."
"Thank you." Clarisse watched as Todd jogged back to the truck. He handed the message through the window. The message was returned, "This is his reply."
Hmm, let's see: I have all the supplies I need. All I ask for is bragging rights. It would be a perfect project.
"Why go to town to get something to eat? Angel, come home so I can prepare you something proper before you turn into nothing."
"Heh?"
"You are too thin, in need of a plate of good food with vegetables, carbohydrates, protein, and fruit. You have not had any of that since you left home."
I don't wanna know how she knows all of that. Or do I. Course not. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll be there."
Leigh nodded her head and walked towards her car. Clarisse walked in the direction of Skyler's truck and knocked on the window. After the window was rolled down, "Yes siree chum chum Ce Ce. Can I hep ya?"
"Thanks for your help today, Skyler. And also for not arresting the moving men."
"Skyler the Sheriff of the great and wonderful town of Stravon Village is not in the habit of arresting people just because."
"Thanks anyway, Skyler."
"No problemo chum chum."
"I gotta run. I have orders to report home or else," Clarisse said, with laughter underneath.
"Not with Brunhilde I hope."
"I wouldn't even consider that one. I'm talking about Leigh."
"Oh well that's differn. Yah hah hahahhahahah."
"Do I wanna know?"
"I killed it."
"Oh. Talk to you later Skyler. Good night."
"Good night everybody." Skyler left the house.
Closing the doors and locking up the house, Clarisse got into her car and stared out the front windshield. Grandpapa, it looks like a small castle. But where's the tower? This castle does not have a tower, because the queen does not like heights. The engine turned over and out the driveway she came.
Five minutes later, she rang Leigh's doorbell. "Yes Miss Clarisse, may I help you?"
"Leigh invited me over to spend some time together."
"I am sorry miss but she is very busy. Perhaps another time."
"Donnie, I'm not sure what's going on and I can stand here and yell that yes she did invite me. I won't yell though and I would like to come in."
"I'm sorry." Donnie closed the door.
Clarisse left the front of the house and walked around side. She found a back door and entered. "Hi Leigh, it smells good in here."
"Clarisse, why are coming through the kitchen?"
"Well, I think Donnie and I have a misunderstanding. Of what though I have no clue not a single solitary idea about what her problem is. You don't have a back gate so I just walked around until I found an open door. Lucky for me it was the kitchen. That was two good things that happened today. The others don't count. What's there to eat? Need help?"
"Go and sit down at the table. I'll get you a cup of coffee. Scream if Donnie is giving you trouble."
"I don't suppose..."
"Go."
"Yes ma'am." Clarisse walked through the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"What are you doing here?" Donnie asked, "I told you that she is very busy."
"Very busy doing what Donnie?" Leigh asked as she left the kitchen.
"Lady Pendragon," Donnie said, "I had told her you were very busy as you have been taking on great responsibility."
"Clarisse is always invited. Time of day never matters if she chooses to visit. I had told you that in the very beginning."
"But Lady--"
"The matter is closed."
Clarisse looked up to Leigh's eyes turn to fire. Uh oh. Maybe if I sang something. Grandpapa used to sing nursery rhymes when I was upset. After singing Frére Jacque, Clarisse continued to look into Leigh's eyes. So I can't sing. Maybe if I--wait a minute her eyes are turning. They changed to brown. Thank you God. Leigh left in the direction of the kitchen.
Two of them sat next to each other at the table. Leigh fed Clarisse. "This is a vegetable dish that you would find among the common people. Meat was not always available to them, because of the cost. Beans they found cost less, was tasty when prepared properly, and just as filling."
"You're not going to tell me the rest of that story are you?"
"The vegetables used were always in season. Left fresh during the warm summer season, cooked when the temperature got colder. Spices used depended on the household."
"You're sneaky. I was talking about the common people. We don't have common people. There's white collar, blue hmm--" Food was shoved into Diane's mouth as she spoke.
"What color your collar is does not determine the kind of food you eat, only the choices available at that time." Leigh sat with Clarisse sipping coffee. Clarisse slumped in her chair after the last bite.
"That was good. I think I needed it."
"I will return with the dessert."
Leigh returned with a cream cheese and dried fruit roll drizzled with honey. "This will help give you the nutrition you need. More coffee?"
"No thanks. After this, I have to go. The sooner I start unpacking the sooner I'll finish. In theory."
With dessert completed "Thank you Leigh, for the food. I enjoyed it. Can I leave through the front door or is it a minefield now?"
"It was never minefield and will never be. Go ahead through the front and I will discuss this with Donnie." Leigh cupped Clarisse's face. "Be well. I am always here for you. Do not abandon your heart or your soul. It can be very lonely without them." Leigh leaned down to kiss Clarisse. A slow gentle massage to start, escalating into a need to reconnect, to break away satiated, feeling the vibrations of two hearts beating as one. "Thank you my love. You know the truth about me. All you need to do is put the pieces together. All of it is there inside your heart. Where the truth lies."
"Are you going to translate that?"
Clarisse saw Leigh's eyes as she looked into them and saw nothing. Leigh lowered her head and shook it back and forth. "Maybe I know the truth about you and maybe I've just been too stupid or lazy to put the pieces together. I don't know. Maybe one day you'll tell me and I'll either hug, yell, slap you, or run. I've never been in this kind of situation before so I can't give you a definite answer. I wish I could. When I finish writing this children's book, we'll set sail for a land no one can see. And on that land we'll sit together and talk. OK there isn't such a place, where we talk doesn't matter though. I don't think either of us owe anything to each other. I don't like that kind of relationship so I won't say you owe me an explanation. Instead, what I will say is that when you're ready you come and tell me. During the fall and winter, I'll be in my castle chasing away Annette. During the spring and summer I'll be in my houseboat chasing away Annette."
Leigh lifted her head, "So no matter where you are you will be chasing away Annette?"
"That's about it yes."
Leigh cupped Clarisse's face, "Finding love is the hardest thing to do. It has been so long since I had someone to share my heart with. Always remember my angel, the heart knows the truth. It is the mind that will always attempt to find logic and truth. Love is feeling. Love is emotion. Do not let your mind cloud over your heart in an attempt to find logic and truth where it cannot. Let it be."
Leigh held Clarisse and rocked back and forth in the entryway.
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