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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 20:39:39 GMT
"..." I part my lips to answer and then realise I have to think about it first.. "... 8 years.." I tell him, though I really don't know.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 20:42:29 GMT
I scowl at my husband. "Nine." I correct him. "You can't even get that right," I grumble, leaning back in the chair, one finger twirling around a lock of hair.
I watch them both, feeling very tense indeed. I let out a sigh of relief when I see my daughters come running into the sitting room.
"Ready to go shopping?" I ask, glancing up at the women.
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 20:55:18 GMT
"Oh yes.. Yes, Indeed we are." I nod, smiling.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 20:59:15 GMT
"Good," I smile, standing up. I walk over to her and slip my arm through hers. "We're going to have lots of fun and spend lots of money," I smirk, again trying irritate my stuck up husband. I lead Elisabeth out of the room and towards the carriage waiting out the front.
"So what kind of things do you hunt around here?" I ask, sipping the last of my wine and putting the glass down on the coffee table.
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 21:02:08 GMT
I pay no attention to them leaving and then glance back to Gaspard, "The Fox, usually. And the Stag, if we get lucky."
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 21:06:11 GMT
I nod, "Good, then I know how to hunt those,"
"Papa is a greeeeeat hunter," Louis giggles. "I'm going to learn to hunt just like him,"
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 21:11:55 GMT
I force a smile, "Wonderful."
I help the girls into the carriage before the Lady and I, feeling a little strange about this, seeing as we don't have any money. But then again I'd be equally as rude to reject their help.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 21:16:26 GMT
"I'm sorry, excuse my son," I say with a slight smile, "He tends to get over excited. I don't know why, he should be exhausted after all the travelling, I know my wife and I certainly are,"
I sit opposite them in the carriage, smiling slightly, wondering if this was such a good idea. I only wanted to get back at Edward for what he said, and now I have to spend all afternoon with these people.
"First I'll take you to my tailor, and get you and the children some nice dresses," I smile, feeling suddenly shy and nervous, compared to the arrogance I was showing around my husband.
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Post by Daz on Feb 7, 2009 21:19:47 GMT
"Dresses!" Amelie grins, between the lady and her mother.
"... It's very kind of you." I tell her, unsure what to say."
"He is young, full of energy." I smirk a little, sipping my wine.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2009 21:22:02 GMT
"It's not trouble at all," I smile. "If you're going to be seen living with us, in England, you should at least look good at the same time," I say, trying to make it seem like I had a real reason for doing it, not a pathetic hormonal outburst.
"Do you ... have any children?" I ask, glancing around for any traces of children living in the house.
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