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It was sometime later when there were noises from below that Fleurette ventured out of the library and made a beeline towards the kitchen.
Peering around the door she raised an eyebrow, turning around Geoffrey looked in her direction. Geoffrey was another servant which much like Claudia, had been working in the household for as long as she could remember.
"Good morning Fleurette," he spoke quietly, "Did I wake you? The blasted door was jammed again." The older man smiled and nodded in the direction of the back door. Fleurette walked more into the room and sat down at the kitchen table. She lifted up her arms and put the book down in front of her.
"I never went back to sleep." She answered plainly while taking to reading about a place called Africa. She was currently enthralled about the different animals which apparently inhabited the environment.
"Are you hungry?" Geoffrey's polite voice pulled her out of her reading. Flitting her eyes up to look at him she smiled slowly and shook her head. "You know you really should eat something."
"I will, when I am hungry." Fleurette smiled and lowered her head to commence reading again.
Geoffrey looked at her worriedly yet started to do his morning routine of getting the breakfast and teas ready for Eleanor and for the other servants which inhabited the house.
"We should avoid a Wednesday." Eleanor said while dabbing a handkerchief under her eyes. No sooner had the elder Bousquet got up and ventured down into the kitchen her eyes settled onto the reading form of Fleurette. As soon as they did and Fleurette felt her gaze and looked up at her confused did she burst into tears.
The red head soon got enveloped in a tight embrace and it would be several minutes before she was going to get released.
Right now, after they all had breakfast, or in Fleurette's case; forced food down just to stop Claudia, Geoffrey and Eleanor from nagging at her, the sisters were sitting in the drawing room with the nearest churches priest.
Fleurette flinched and looked at her confused. Eleanor gave her an equally confused look back. "Why should we avoid a Wednesday?" Fleurette asked completely bemused, she needed to ask the obvious.
"Because it is in the middle of the week. It would be inconvenient to have it then." Eleanor answered back while reaching out and grasping onto her cup lightly. Lifting it up she drunk some of the tea which was within it. Holding it in her hands she enjoyed the warmth which the cup gave off and looked at the priest.
Fleurette mused over her words and still looked confused. "How about a Friday then?" She questioned she could see Eleanor was about to say something but she beat her to it. "We cannot have it on a Monday because no one wants to start their week off with a funeral. So why not end the week with one?"
"That's a rather bleak way to look at it." The priest chimed in, "Perhaps we can decide on a day later. Why do we not sort out the rest of the service?" Fleurette could see the old man was trying to stop a sibling argument from breaking out.
"Very well," she said while fidgeting slightly from her spot on the couch next to Eleanor. Between the two of them she was being the more helpful. At any given moment Eleanor would suddenly burst into tears.
Although little did her older sister know that she had already shed loads of tears for their father. Right now Fleurette didn't think she had it in her to cry anymore.
"We should get in contact with Monsieur Firmin and Andre." Eleanor said once the door had been shut and she was left alone with her sister. Eleanor slowly turned and looked at her. Fleurette had picked up a book which she had refused to let go. Opening the pages and finding the one she had got to she sighed.
"We cannot return back there yet."
"Can we afford to return back there anyway?" Fleurette asked bluntly, Eleanor looked at her confused. Sensing her sisters confusion she looked at her sidewards. "We need a decent paying job to keep this house running."
"Felix said he would assist where he could."
"That is very kind of him but we cannot depend solely on him." Fleurette shook her head slowly, "That would not be fair."
"So what?" Eleanor questioned while standing up suddenly. "We just leave? Just like that?" Fleurette looked up at her and closed her book slowly. "You would really leave that job to find another? Fleurette you love dancing, are you telling me you will find another which you shall love as much?"
Fleurette's green eyes darkened a little and it was clear that she had struck a nerve somewhere. Frowning lightly Fleurette stood up and walked silently out of the room, she turned briefly to look in her direction before walking quickly up the stairs.
There was a quiet slamming sound which signalled to Eleanor that her sister had entered her room. Apart from that there were no other sounds from Fleurette.
