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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 19:35:03 GMT
"Yes. Well, each to their own." I shrug slightly, watching the girls run around in the hay.. "Excuse me! Maria!.. Excuse me! Will you kindly NOT get your dress dirty! You too Amelie!"
"OWH! Mama! We shall get lovely new dresses anyway!"
"That is not the attitude to have." I tell her off.
In the meanwhile I decide to lead Gaspard and his son to one of the sitting rooms. Awkwardly It turns out I've been left to entertain them whilst Katherine takes the girls to the town.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 19:41:24 GMT
I sit in the sitting room, on a small two seater sofa. I stretch one arm across the back of the seat. I hold a glass on wine in one hand, with a drop of red in the bottom. I can't help but think that's a bit tight fisted, in France we had gallons of the stuff with every meal.
I watch Louis as he sits on the floor in front of the fireplace, flicking through a thick leather bound book.
"Lovely place you've got here," I say, trying to make conversation.
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 19:44:54 GMT
"... Thank you." I study him, carefully, "I must say we're not used to entertaining here, but hopefully that will change in the upcoming months."
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 19:46:49 GMT
"I'm not used to being the guest either," I say with a slight smirk. "Are you expecting many more ..." I nearly said 'refugees' but that sounded terrible. "escape-ees?"
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 19:51:57 GMT
"Not that I know of.. for now, anyway." I shrug, glancing over to the window.. "It's hard to tell how many are left to save."
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 19:54:36 GMT
I look down into my glass of wine and nod. "There werent many left when we escaped. We were very lucky." I look up at him again. "Once again, thank you, I can't thank you enough, for my childrens sake, and for my wife,"
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 20:10:25 GMT
I nod, slowly. My eyes gazing down to the young boy on beside the fire. Frowning very slightly. It should be my son sitting there. Not some strangers.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 20:15:23 GMT
My gaze turns to my son as well, watching him trace his fingers over the words on the book. He was already quite ahead for his age, educationally, in France he had the best money could buy. But now ... I didnt want my children growing up uneducated, living in slums with no money. I would educate them myself if I had to.
A slight smile spread across my lips as I watch him.
I walk into the sitting room where my husband is with Gaspard. I sit down on the sofa next to Gaspard, ignoring Edward completely.
"Are the children still in the stables?" I ask.
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 20:28:53 GMT
I glance aside to her as she enters, but don't say a word.
At which time, though, we've begun to head back before the girls get there dresses any dirtier.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 20:35:50 GMT
I glance at her when Edward doesnt answer. "Erm, no, they're not back yet," Louis gets bored with the book and comes and squashes himself on the sofa between me and Katherine.
We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes. I sip my wine, sensing the tension between husband and wife.
"So, erm," I say, trying to make conversation. "How long have you two been married?" I ask, hoping I don't sound rude and like I'm prying.
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