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estdeus_innobisLate Wednesday afternoon
The shadows are lengthening in the store, even with the electric light on. It's been a gloomy sort of day, hardly any light, but the store feels cosy. Christmas is coming, and I've nailed an evergreen wreath to the door of the store. It's a little early for me to put up my own Christmas decorations, but it's nice to have the store decorated. Inside I have put holly branches in vases. We don't grow a lot of holly around here, but there's a trader from a little way east who brings in bushels of it. I bought some at the market this Saturday. It makes me think of a carol we used to sing at school, although I've never heard anyone in Excolo sing it. The holly bears a berry/As red as any blood/And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ/To do poor sinners good. I look at the red berries glinting between the green leaves and think things in this town always seem to come down to blood, one way or another.
I shrug away the thought. I have to stop dwelling on the oddities of Excolo. It's hard, though. On Friday, after I saw Simon, I came home. Tess visited with me, and I couldn't think of how to talk about what I'd seen. Curled against her back when we went to bed, I whispered "I met an angel" in the dark. The wonder of it is like trying to look into the sun.
I was glad that I saw Laurence on Monday. I feel slightly guilty that I wasn't completely honest with him... But I also feel like I need to talk to Tess before I say anything about us. She's been staying at my apartment quite often. I wonder how long it will take before people start talking about us, and how we'll both deal with that.
It's been a quiet afternoon in the store, giving me leisure to think about things like this. It's nearly time to close, and I'm not sure I'll have any more customers today. I try to shake off this pensive mood by restacking the preserves and humming to myself.
Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art-
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
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The shadows are lengthening in the store, even with the electric light on. It's been a gloomy sort of day, hardly any light, but the store feels cosy. Christmas is coming, and I've nailed an evergreen wreath to the door of the store. It's a little early for me to put up my own Christmas decorations, but it's nice to have the store decorated. Inside I have put holly branches in vases. We don't grow a lot of holly around here, but there's a trader from a little way east who brings in bushels of it. I bought some at the market this Saturday. It makes me think of a carol we used to sing at school, although I've never heard anyone in Excolo sing it. The holly bears a berry/As red as any blood/And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ/To do poor sinners good. I look at the red berries glinting between the green leaves and think things in this town always seem to come down to blood, one way or another.
I shrug away the thought. I have to stop dwelling on the oddities of Excolo. It's hard, though. On Friday, after I saw Simon, I came home. Tess visited with me, and I couldn't think of how to talk about what I'd seen. Curled against her back when we went to bed, I whispered "I met an angel" in the dark. The wonder of it is like trying to look into the sun.
I was glad that I saw Laurence on Monday. I feel slightly guilty that I wasn't completely honest with him... But I also feel like I need to talk to Tess before I say anything about us. She's been staying at my apartment quite often. I wonder how long it will take before people start talking about us, and how we'll both deal with that.
It's been a quiet afternoon in the store, giving me leisure to think about things like this. It's nearly time to close, and I'm not sure I'll have any more customers today. I try to shake off this pensive mood by restacking the preserves and humming to myself.
Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art-
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
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