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Post by Jenny on Feb 11, 2007 13:51:50 GMT -5
'Mmm.' Esmé agreed-- she hadn't paid any attention to Carmelita's colour of the week this week, in fact.
Jerome kept his opinion to himself about her weight-- she was skinny as far as he could see, and slightly too tall for her weight. He could just hear her reply-- the same as it was the last time he'd asked her-- 'Trust me, I'm better thin than fat, Jerome.'
'Who is Charles?' she asked. She's met a Charles before whilst trying to convince Mr. Whatshisname to hand the orphans over to her.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 11, 2007 15:09:51 GMT -5
"Oh Charles is just the butler. He used to work for someone big in the lumber industry.....I don't remember his name..."Jerome said, sitting on the arm of th chair she was lounging in.
After a moment Jerome spoke again. "I can't believe how bored I was when you were gone. It's so nice to have you back." he said honestly.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 11, 2007 15:29:56 GMT -5
She nodded, thinking of Jerome's incredibly boring hobbies and silently agreeing that he must have been incredibly bored without her.
'Carmelita was a bit of a shock,' he admitted. 'I did think she'd aged a little fast to be your daughter,' he attempted a joke. Esmé didn't smile, and for a moment all that could be heard was Carmelita's heated conversation with Charles in the next room.
He patted her shoulder as she focused on something outside the window.
'Come on. It's time we started getting ready.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 11, 2007 16:54:57 GMT -5
(Oh gosh. Jenny, you and I need to learn not to post quite so much. We'll leave them with too much to read.)
Jerome got up and started to his bedroom to get his swimsuit and to pack his other things. It was a breezy day, not really swimming weather but Esme had always looked lovely in a sun hat and dress. Especially with wind.
"Esme, darling... should I wear the blue, the green, or the black?" he asked, holding them up, on their hangers.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 11, 2007 17:08:04 GMT -5
Esmé couldn't have cared less.
'Oh, the blue, darling,' she managed in the end. 'Not black. Let's be cheery.'
It didn't make any sense considering that she was likely to be wearing a black swimsuit, but nobody argued.
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Post by C. on Feb 16, 2007 18:40:50 GMT -5
Klaus stared in surprise at Fernald.
He hadn't seen him or..............
" Where's Fiona?" he asked.
He didn't see her until she stepped out from behind Fernald.
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Post by Tigerclaw can drive a car :B on Feb 16, 2007 18:48:00 GMT -5
Cody quickened his pace. he knew he was getting close.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 16, 2007 21:22:53 GMT -5
Jerome laid out and watched Esme as she looked through her swim suits. She found an old one she had forgotten about. It was green with orange flowers. She decied to try it on. Jerome stretched out, watching her lazily.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 17, 2007 8:36:40 GMT -5
'If you had sold these you'd have made a lot out of it,' she said eventually, examining the clothes she'd left behind. She took out a pink siut she had particularly missed to look at it in awe.
'You wouldn't have been very pleased when you came back, though,' he said, splayed out in a starfish shape and craning his neck to keep watching her. She shook her head at him.
She felt like pointing out that her plan was never to return, but didn't.
'I suppose so.' she settled for in the end.
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Post by C. on Feb 17, 2007 9:20:14 GMT -5
" Klaus." she said.
They looked at each other and kissed in an embrace.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 17, 2007 10:36:14 GMT -5
"So who is Carmelita's father?" he asked after a long silence.
She stopped moving through her closet and turned to face him. She looked like she was out of an answer. "I was just wondering" Jerome added.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 17, 2007 12:54:41 GMT -5
Esmé briefly wondered if she-- and therefore they-- were planning to keep Carmelita. She was cute-- sometimes. She seemed to be a child version of Esmé herself-- that is, if she had had the opportunity and money to be spoiled at that age. She dressed up well as a ballerina, and even thoigh Esmé STILL did hate children she couldn't deny that she did like Carmelita and that the idea of keeping her around a little longer-- especially now that Jerome was paying for her-- wasn't unappealing.
The child's screams from the other room were another side to the argument.
At Jerome's question she turned to curiously look back at him. Had he misunderstood her earlier?
'Mr. Spats, I have reason to believe,' she said slowly after he had stuttered sufficiently under her eyes.
Jerome looked like his question hadn't been answered.
Standing akwardly in a green bathing suit, Esmé rolled her eyes before settling them on him again.
'I don't know Mr. Spats's first name,' she added. 'Or Mrs. Spats' either. We should check whether she wants to go home,' she offered, running out of things to say quickly.
'She said she liked it better with...me,' Esmé bent the truth slightly-- in fact, Carmelita had reffered to 'Countie' in that sentence, not Esmé herself-- and bit her lip.
'But....' she trailed off, thinking of an appropriate choice of words. 'Circumstances have changed.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 18, 2007 17:24:58 GMT -5
Jerome nodded. "Perhaps. she should go to her own parents. But I would like my own children." Jerome tried.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 19, 2007 15:10:39 GMT -5
Oh, and didn't she know it.
She almost indignantly replied: 'I have a heart problem,' before she remembered that she was planning on STAYING with Jerome this time. Besides, he was unlikely to believe her again. A hereditary and extremely dangerous heart problem? Pfft. Surely it would have shown itself sometime while she was on the run.
'We need to get Carmelita ready,' she blurted eventually.
He nodded, standing. She wasn't sure what made her reply, but she replied before she meant to.
'One day,' she assured before he left. God, she would kick herself for that. She would be lucky if Jerome didn't turn into an over-excited puppy over that one statement.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 19, 2007 18:33:36 GMT -5
"One day? Really?" Jerome asked. He followed her at fast pace. "I thought that you..."
"Don't read too much into it. Go make sandwiches." she ordered.
"Yes dear!" he said too happily.
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