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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 30, 2006 21:05:50 GMT
"muy bueno,muy bueno"very good with a small smile lingering on my face I lead Jack over the market. I buy fishythings, rice, vegetables and sauces.
When we walk buy a little liquor store I realize that I am out of wine and port by now 'Hold on' I tell Jack, handing him the basket with food 'i'll be right back' I say and I hurry into the store before it closes to get some bottles of wine and a couple of port.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 30, 2006 21:16:16 GMT
I wait for her to return, in the meanwhile looking to see what she bought. Ah, the sight of the ingredients alone is making me hungry. Getting involved with this lady is already good in more than one way. With a content grin I wait patiently. I have time on me hands.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 1, 2006 10:25:08 GMT
A little less then five minutes later I come back outside with the bottles of wine and port 'hecho todo' I tell him that I'm all done. 'vayamos detrás' let's go back. I take the basket from him again and hand him the bottles of alcohol. Together we walk back 'Put it down in the kitchen' I tell him when we've reached my house and are back inside. I lead him to the kitchen and put the basket I was carrying down aswell. 'hacerte cómodo" make yourself comfortable I almost demand in a soft but strict way 'I'll start cooking' I tell him with a smile.
I like to have company. Not many people have been here since Marcello died. And it's been a couple of weeks since I cooked for someone as well. I really enjoy this.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2006 18:59:01 GMT
I grin, my stomach already growling contently at the prospect of a decent meal. It's been a while. Buuut, I don't forget my manners. Well.. the few I have.
"If ye need any help," ....what manners? "....don't ask me cos I can't cook." I smirk at her.
I lean against the counter though, not going into the livingroom. I rather stay here and watch her. She's a sight. And I rather look at her than at the non-moving painting. She's got one hell of a lot nicer curves.
"¿Quiere usted algún vino antes de la cena?" I ask her whether she wants some wine before dinner.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 1, 2006 19:41:33 GMT
I giggle 'Oh come on, I am sure you can use a knife, cut the vegetables' I suggest 'I'll help' I grin and start to cook the rise, in the meanwhile I decide if I want some wine or not.. 'seguro, el vino suena bueno' sure, wine sounds good
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2006 19:44:18 GMT
Glad to escape the vegtable cutting for a little while longer I go to where she first fetched glasses. I find two wineglasses and I return to the kitchen. I get a bottle of port out of the basket and open it, pouring the two glasses full. Fuller than they probably are supposed to be. I pick the two of 'em up and go over to her, handing hers over "A sip of wine first then." I smirk.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 1, 2006 19:46:57 GMT
I grin 'how can I say no to that?" I take the glass from him and take a sip from it. In the meanwhile I watch Jack as he drinks aswell.
He reminds me too much of Marcello No bueno I remind myself. Not good.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2006 19:48:40 GMT
I feel her gaze to me and I look back to her over the rim of my glass. Our eyes meet but I don't look away. I lower the glass again and grin. "Cheers." I tell her.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 1, 2006 20:18:47 GMT
"Si.. cheers' I tell him with a smile, a distant smile because my thoughts are with my husband.
The first time I saw him in our livingroom, when I could observe him properly I was so in love. I heard about true love and love at first sight, but that it happened to me, here , in my own livingroom, with my parents around us ? I couldn't have dreamed of it.
He was kind and gallant. He helped me with my chair and sat down next to me. My parents and his parents left the table and went to the backyard to sit there and talk about our wedding. Me and Marcello were left alone.
It was silent at first, untill he spoke "pareces hermoso hoy" 'you look beautiful today' I could feel my cheeks turning read and I glanced at him 'muchos gracia's' I thanked him and when I blushed less I finally spoke up aswell. I ask him wether he was nervous, wether he always wanted to get married and most importantly if he liked the fact that his parents picked me. He said he was delighted and that he couldn't have wished for a more beautiful wife. He didn't doubt about my skills of being a good housewife and mother, he said he believed in me.
It was a short meeting, we only talked alone for about half an hour but I felt so at ease with him, like we've been talking for hours and like we've been close to eachother for months now.
I snap out of my thoughts, slowly, very slowly. I only come back to now because I compare Jack to Marcello.
I realize that I feel the same with Jack. I've known him for a few hours yet our conversations are smooth and easy. I smile a little and finally desent my eyes from Jack. His handsome face looks a lot like that of Marcello's, only Jack is more rogueish, he's got something that I can't quite describe.
"You have something about you .. something captivating' I tell him with a shy smile 'algo especial' something special. I feel my cheeks flush again and I quickly put my glass down 'better get to work now' I say 'before we starve'.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2006 23:08:49 GMT
I grin as she blushes after her confession, as if she didn't mean for that to slip. It makes her intreaging, it does: the way she handles my presence. She's half the proper widow - telling me of her deceased husband and only thanking a man for helping her out. But another half (a half I like much more) is the half that took it so far to inviting me over for dinner. The half that shares this wine with me. The half that makes her speak up like that. Or at least that's what it seems like. And it's that half that fascinates me more.
When I saw her by the fence just a few hours earlier I thought she might be an easy target. A man can only stand foot for so much, an' you can't blame a pirate for trying his luck after being at sea for eight months. Even with a supposingly decent woman such as herselves. But now, ah, I must admit she's more beautiful than I first assumed.
Her subtle yet radiant smiles, the way she glances over every now and then.. she doesn't look naught like a widow if I've ever seen one. She looks like a young woman, shy yet brave enough to face the world. And bold enough to face a pirate in the eye. Whether she knows this or not.
An easy target? I wouldn't know. But most certainly she's an *interesting* target. She caught my eye, and I doubt she'll let it go any time soon.
This widow's got me hooked.
And I'm a man who'll always try to get what he wants.
I swirl the wine in the glass, not taking my eyes off her one second. "No a diferencia de usted." I finally answer her. Not unlike you. I pause for a while, observing her motions, "Usted es marido fue un hombre afortunado." Your husband was a lucky man.
When she looks over I give her a quick grin, as if she just caught me on something I 'accidently' let slip. Eventhough it's quite on the contrary.
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