Why must things be so complicated?
(The Dormouse, Late afternoon Wednesday)
Thank all the heavens above! The last of the biddies are gone. Somedays I am tempted to close up, it's not as if I need the money. Listening to the slef righteous haridans talk about sin and evil and closing down the 'Boy had me in a silent seethe all afternoon. I was tempted to give them some advice on how to please a man, but I kept my tongue. Especially to Mrs. Harding. She's all flustered, thinking her husband is sneaking off there.....I could tell her a tale or two about her husband.
With a sigh, I carry the empty, dirty cups back to the kitchen and set them in the sink, and return out front to wipe down the tables and restock. I shouldn;t have anymore folks that will want to sit today, maybe just a few more sales.
Closing time can't come fast enough. Lucien was supposed to take Miao and I to the Carnival, but those stormclouds are a sure bet that we'll just end up at the cafe' or the tavern. Dammit! I still really want to go for fun, not just sneaking out in a clandestine fashion to have my cards read. I was lucky, Lucien wasn't even back yet when I slipped back in, so no harm, or foul. He got in late with a few bottles and a larger jug. All for the Kincaids. I MUST get out there one morning this week. If for no other reason than to help a friend.
Oh well, almost time to close up, then I head upstairs, get dressed and wait for Lucien. We decided that I'll go in and get Miao tonight, since, well, he nearly set the place on fire last time he was there.
I'm wondering what I'll wear tonight as the first soft raindrops hit the bay window.
"Yep, no funnel cake again." I sigh regretfully.
(closed)
Thank all the heavens above! The last of the biddies are gone. Somedays I am tempted to close up, it's not as if I need the money. Listening to the slef righteous haridans talk about sin and evil and closing down the 'Boy had me in a silent seethe all afternoon. I was tempted to give them some advice on how to please a man, but I kept my tongue. Especially to Mrs. Harding. She's all flustered, thinking her husband is sneaking off there.....I could tell her a tale or two about her husband.
With a sigh, I carry the empty, dirty cups back to the kitchen and set them in the sink, and return out front to wipe down the tables and restock. I shouldn;t have anymore folks that will want to sit today, maybe just a few more sales.
Closing time can't come fast enough. Lucien was supposed to take Miao and I to the Carnival, but those stormclouds are a sure bet that we'll just end up at the cafe' or the tavern. Dammit! I still really want to go for fun, not just sneaking out in a clandestine fashion to have my cards read. I was lucky, Lucien wasn't even back yet when I slipped back in, so no harm, or foul. He got in late with a few bottles and a larger jug. All for the Kincaids. I MUST get out there one morning this week. If for no other reason than to help a friend.
Oh well, almost time to close up, then I head upstairs, get dressed and wait for Lucien. We decided that I'll go in and get Miao tonight, since, well, he nearly set the place on fire last time he was there.
I'm wondering what I'll wear tonight as the first soft raindrops hit the bay window.
"Yep, no funnel cake again." I sigh regretfully.
(closed)