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estdeus_innobis[Mid-morning, Friday October 30th, day 152]
[The Miskatonic]
I have not seen Lucien or Wanda since that horrible evening two days ago. Thinking back on it, I still can hardly believe that Lucien would be so very cruel, to say such things to Wanda...and I can only assume since he has not come by to see me that he has not yet apologized to her. Or perhaps she has not let him apologize. I would not blame her if she has not.
The true shame of it is that I understand what he was saying...that Wanda is perhaps rushing into this relationship with Kent, that she has made some poor decisions of late...but he had no right to say what he did, and no matter what he says to me, I know that the majority of the venom came from his own jealousy, his own unwillingness to share. No, no matter what Lucien's concerns are, he must first deal with his own baser emotions before he begins to address Wanda's problems.
I should go and visit her...see if she is well, if she needs me...and I think that I will do so this weekend. But today, I found that I wished to be alone for a time, to collect my thoughts and enjoy some time to myself. And so I gently begged off breakfast at home, and instead collected my book and my cane and made my way to Main Street, to the Miskatonic cafe. Tulzcha seats me at a small table in the corner and takes my order, and after she leaves I sip tea and try to lose myself in my book.
I find, however, that I cannot concentrate. Lucien's words, and the look in Wanda's eyes, keep intruding into my mind. Finally with a sigh, I set the book aside. Outside, the day is grey, with the autumn sun barely peeking through the billowing clouds. I wonder idly if it will rain later.
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[The Miskatonic]
I have not seen Lucien or Wanda since that horrible evening two days ago. Thinking back on it, I still can hardly believe that Lucien would be so very cruel, to say such things to Wanda...and I can only assume since he has not come by to see me that he has not yet apologized to her. Or perhaps she has not let him apologize. I would not blame her if she has not.
The true shame of it is that I understand what he was saying...that Wanda is perhaps rushing into this relationship with Kent, that she has made some poor decisions of late...but he had no right to say what he did, and no matter what he says to me, I know that the majority of the venom came from his own jealousy, his own unwillingness to share. No, no matter what Lucien's concerns are, he must first deal with his own baser emotions before he begins to address Wanda's problems.
I should go and visit her...see if she is well, if she needs me...and I think that I will do so this weekend. But today, I found that I wished to be alone for a time, to collect my thoughts and enjoy some time to myself. And so I gently begged off breakfast at home, and instead collected my book and my cane and made my way to Main Street, to the Miskatonic cafe. Tulzcha seats me at a small table in the corner and takes my order, and after she leaves I sip tea and try to lose myself in my book.
I find, however, that I cannot concentrate. Lucien's words, and the look in Wanda's eyes, keep intruding into my mind. Finally with a sigh, I set the book aside. Outside, the day is grey, with the autumn sun barely peeking through the billowing clouds. I wonder idly if it will rain later.
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Date: 2009-07-22 09:31 pm (UTC)Zann chatters earnestly about Wanda and singing and music, music from subject to subject in the space of breathes, and agrees to join us for breakfast. Her eyes have returned to their usual brightness, and I am glad. I like Zann, and am glad of her company, her enthusiasm and openness. When Chantal asks what else there is to drink here, Zann jumps in to suggest the coffee.
"At this time of year there is also fresh apple cider," I smile, "which is quite excellent. You would like it too, I think, Zann." I glance at the waitress, "The apple crepes, please. With cream." My mouth waters at the very thought.