Love is in the air
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estdeus_innobisSunday, February 14th
Valentine's Day
I sit on my bed with my legs crossed, writing real careful in my notebook. MRS CLARA GRANGER I write, all tidy, then underneath I practice my signature. Clara Granger. That nice man at the market swore it wouldn't take too long for him to propose after he drank the potion. After I practice my signature a few times I write our names together. PETER AND CLARA, and I put them inside a nice big heart.
I hear Momma shouting for me and I sigh. I know she won't approve when Peter and I get together, cos he is a bunch older than me and she says seventeen is way too young to settle down. But I know she married Pop at nineteen, so she's just a hypocrite. And Peter's a real good catch - got his own job, his own place. There's that Maya of course to worry about, I think, and I push my pencil a bit too hard into the page and the point breaks. But once Peter's had the potion he won't remember that he likes her. I just need to work out how to get it to him.
Momma shouts again.
"Coming!" I shout. I know she wants me to go to that dumb Valentine's market and help her sell quilts. Ugh. But Peter might be around town, so I check my hair is nice before I go down.
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This punch just don't look too appetising. I sigh and shout for Clara again. What is that girl doing? Probably dreaming about that barman. She thinks I don't know she's moony about him. I'm just glad he's got a sweetheart, or else he might go for my Clara - she's real pretty and men like adoring girls. He's much too old for her. I taste the punch and it's real nice, course it is, made from our fruits, but the colour just don't pop. Feeling a bit guilty, I get out some food colourant and drop it in, and it goes a nice reddish colour. That's about right for Valentine's, ain't it? I stopper up the barrel. Clara comes down.
"Get those quilts in the cart, will you?" I say, hustling her out and then getting the punch on the wagon. Roads are clear, so we get set up easy. Just a few stalls for this - jewellery, flowers, all kinds of novelties. I put out the prettiest quilts - maybe some guy'll think one'd make a nice present for his wife, and more practical than earbobs - and set up the punch.
"Free punch, sir?" I say, holding out a cup. After a bit of prodding I get Clara dishing up punch too. Hopefully it'll be a good day.
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Valentine's Day
I sit on my bed with my legs crossed, writing real careful in my notebook. MRS CLARA GRANGER I write, all tidy, then underneath I practice my signature. Clara Granger. That nice man at the market swore it wouldn't take too long for him to propose after he drank the potion. After I practice my signature a few times I write our names together. PETER AND CLARA, and I put them inside a nice big heart.
I hear Momma shouting for me and I sigh. I know she won't approve when Peter and I get together, cos he is a bunch older than me and she says seventeen is way too young to settle down. But I know she married Pop at nineteen, so she's just a hypocrite. And Peter's a real good catch - got his own job, his own place. There's that Maya of course to worry about, I think, and I push my pencil a bit too hard into the page and the point breaks. But once Peter's had the potion he won't remember that he likes her. I just need to work out how to get it to him.
Momma shouts again.
"Coming!" I shout. I know she wants me to go to that dumb Valentine's market and help her sell quilts. Ugh. But Peter might be around town, so I check my hair is nice before I go down.
This punch just don't look too appetising. I sigh and shout for Clara again. What is that girl doing? Probably dreaming about that barman. She thinks I don't know she's moony about him. I'm just glad he's got a sweetheart, or else he might go for my Clara - she's real pretty and men like adoring girls. He's much too old for her. I taste the punch and it's real nice, course it is, made from our fruits, but the colour just don't pop. Feeling a bit guilty, I get out some food colourant and drop it in, and it goes a nice reddish colour. That's about right for Valentine's, ain't it? I stopper up the barrel. Clara comes down.
"Get those quilts in the cart, will you?" I say, hustling her out and then getting the punch on the wagon. Roads are clear, so we get set up easy. Just a few stalls for this - jewellery, flowers, all kinds of novelties. I put out the prettiest quilts - maybe some guy'll think one'd make a nice present for his wife, and more practical than earbobs - and set up the punch.
"Free punch, sir?" I say, holding out a cup. After a bit of prodding I get Clara dishing up punch too. Hopefully it'll be a good day.
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Date: 2010-09-20 03:33 am (UTC)Turn back to see him fidgeting a little, and I wonder what he’s nervous over. Asks me was I looking for something special, and I wonder if he’s trying to figure out if I have a lover or a sweetheart to buy a gift for. Well that’s easy enough to answer. “Don’t have anyone to buy for,” I tell him. “Going out just seemed better than staying in. Could do with a cup of coffee. Don’t look like you need one, though.” Under the nervousness he still looks pleased as punch to see me, and not tired at all.
“Or,” I say, thinking of something that might get us in a place to talk and maybe do other things a bit sooner. “Should ask you: I got hit on the head in that fight on Thursday, and it bled some. Feels a lot better now, but it still looks pretty bad.” I tip my head down and push the hair back to show him, feeling like an idiot and not at all sure of myself. “Would you mind taking a look at it for me?” I lift my eyes and look up at him, adding “Please?” in a soft tone I hope no one else can hear.
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Date: 2010-09-20 03:44 am (UTC)“Going out just seemed better than staying in. Could do with a cup of coffee. Don’t look like you need one, though.” I smile at that, and wave the quilt around in my hand a bit. "Nah, can always use coffee, in fact, I have a long standing ambition to replace my blood system with a caffiene one." I laugh, then realize I am holding a very girly quilt in my hands. "Friend of mine is having a baby.. saw this and thought it wouls suit her." I explain the bit of pastel in my hands as if he needs to know that this is for Wanda and not Miao, but I am not sure why I am explaining it though.
Jarmyn mentions his head, and I immediately grow concerned. “Would you mind taking a look at it for me? Please?”
Well... I would have anyway... but it was the please that got me. "Sure thing, lets go back to the office. I can set this aside before it gets dirty, and get a look at your head." I offer, brushung my fingers against his skull to try and move the hair our of the way and get a better look at it. His hair is soft, softer than I would have thought...
I draw my hand away, and manage a awkward smile.
"C'mon... this way." I say, taking a few stps and looking back over my shoulder to see if he is following.