Chapter 3
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Dinner went surprisingly well.
The constant stream of stories of war days from my father and dreams and aspirations from Lafayette left me speechless.
He wants to be an ambassador. Surprisingly, not a surprise. My father spoke for ten minutes about his encounter with a Chinese ambassador which ended with him holding a gun to the ambassador's throat while he protected my mother's good name.
He's told this story many times, it's part of a series I call, stories to impress guests that he completely made up. They sound great, but my father has never met the Chinese ambassador. Or, any ambassadors for that matter.
Lafayette surprised me with the way he listened so intently to my father's stories, hanging on every word so much to the point I thought I might not tell him they're fake because he seemed so taken with them.
But the minute my father turned his back to fill his glass up in the kitchen, his face contorted into a fake amazed smirk and we both started laughing.
We had been sitting around the table for two hours, a cherry pie sitting in the center of the table and my father telling the tale of the time "he crawl back to camp because there were sensors in the tree that detected movement above three feet." Then the door opened.
"Dad, we're home. Sorry to miss dinner we just had met a few people and decided to hang around with them for awhile, though I doubt Peggy told-"
Her sentence stops short when she walks into the dining room and sees the three of us sitting around.
"Oh, Marquis, Alexander was wondering where you went. I'm sorry my sister caused you so much trouble, I can see you home if-"
"No, uh, trouble." His English really is shaky.
Angelica's face contorts to a witchy scowl and she looks at me with a fire in her eyes, "Oh, I am so glad she made a new friend. However, it is late, I'm sure you need to be somewhere, Alexander said that he would be in Fraunces Tavern tonight, I'm sure you can meet him there. I can show you the way, It's only a few blocks."
"Yes, I should be leave. I can find Fraunces." he leaves her on a bow and turns to my father, "{Monsieur Schuyler, thank you for your hospitality, I hope you can tell me the rest of that story soon. Thank you for having such a lovely daughter.}"
I can feel the heat from the blush on my face and the pressure Angelica's eyes leave on the side of the face as she stares at me in confusion.
My father shakes Lafayette's outstretched hand, "[Lafayette, the pleasure was all mine. I am glad Peggy found you tonight, no offense but my beautiful daughter and I have so many Daddy-Daughter dinners that we very rarely have things to talk about. A new face was a refreshing twist.]"
"What?" Angelica's voice is grating compared to Lafayette's, so high pitched and sandy after a night of speaking.
"It's no mind to you." I say a sly smirk walking across my face as I enjoy the feeling of knowing something Angelica does not.
With that I turn to Lafayette, "{It's just this way.]"
He smiles as I lead him to the foyer.
"[Sorry about my father's stories, and my sister. She can be so dim sometimes. So are you sure you can find your way to the tavern? Are you sure the Alexander and all them are still there?]"
"[Is that what she said? I just heard Fraunces and tried to say I could find my way there.]" His blush is very light, but there.
"[Yeah, so you'll be okay?]"
"[Of course, don't worry about me, I've been there a hundred times. I think I can figure out how to get there.]"
His gaze settles a little on my face and so we lock eyes for a couple seconds.
"[I like you Peggy, you intrigue me.]"
"[As do you.]"
"[I will see you soon.]" With that he walks into the night and dissapears.
I am left trying to catch my breath against the door frame.
Nothing even happened.
Why does he make me feel like this?
What did he mean he would see me soon?
Did he really mean anything he said tonight?
Was it all just out of courtesy?
Whatever it was, I want to know. So I set off up to my room. The yellow walls screaming as my head spun around. I collapse onto my bed and trie to decide what any of today meant.
Suddenly, I sit up with a sudden realization.
My room, is very childish.
I have stuffed animals and pictures of animals doing weird things. I have a very messy vanity with a lot more books than makeup.
This needs help. So I set off to the kitchen to grab a garbage bag.
This is the start of something very, very new.
But exciting.