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: 2010-10-01 02:03 am (UTC)"It does." I nod. I remember, while I was journeying on the train, seeing a craggy mountain with great, noble faces carved into the cliffside. I heard tell that they were great leaders, but no one could remember their names now. But that place, to me, seemed sacred.
"Ain't no thing, sweet. You rest heah some, okay? I should get back. But I'd be glad to see you at the carnival, you evah make it out that way."
"Thank you," I say. He is so very, very kind, and I find myself blushing deeper. I wonder for a moment about Lucien, but...but he has been trysting with the barmaid Verdandi has hired, has he not? So can I not explore as well? "Would you....would you perhaps...like to have dinner with me?" I ask, and I feel my cheeks burning brighter.
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Date: 2010-10-01 03:49 pm (UTC)Huh, now theah's a thing. Been a while since someone made a play for me, ayuh. Feels flattering, in a distant sort of way.
"Nice of you to ask, sweet," I say, "but I ain't the dating kind. But you want to have a friendly dinnah some day, I can do that."
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Date: 2010-10-01 08:32 pm (UTC)I am startled by how disappointed I am. I had hoped....well, I do not know what I had hoped, but I truly did wish to spend more time with this man. And I wonder what it was that I did to make him not want the same. "But you want to have a friendly dinnah some day, I can do that."
Well, that is not quite what I had hoped for, but that shows he does not completely dislike me. And I am always glad to make new friends. "Yes," I say, looking up at him and smiling, "I should like that very much. I am sorry if...if what I said was somehow improper." Perhaps he is chaste, or has a wife or boyfriend or lover waiting at home. Foolis woman, presuming so much.
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Date: 2010-10-03 05:47 pm (UTC)Sort of strange to heah a whore wondah if she's bein' impropah cos she asked someone out on a date, but I'm old enough to know that people's work lives an' private lives ain't the same, so I smile an' shake my head.
"Ain't nothing impropah, sweet. Like I said, I ain't one for dating. Not something I need. But flattahed you asked, ayuh. You come by the carnival, ask for Nu, you'll find me, have some tea." Smile at her. Don't offah my hand, cos I remembah that wasn't the Chinese way. Give her a little bow. Seems the least I can do. "You have a good day," I say, an' I go on my way.