I awoke later at about 6:30 and Jack was sitting patiently on a chair in the corner of the room, waiting for me to wake up.
"How ya feeling, Beautiful?"
"Fine" I answered. He knelt down beside me and proceeded to tell me the happenings of the after noon,
"I got Blink, Race, Skittery, Boots, Mush, Dutchy, David, and Specs tagedda along wit a couple oddas and we soaked Oscar and Morris. Spot showed up in da middle of it all and threw a couple punches for da hell of it. Man Beatiful, we soaked 'em so good, dey mayse not be able ta see strait for a couple a weeks. I told Spot what happened, and he just shook his head, 'Ise told 'er dey would break her'" I snorted at this,
"It seems like dere da ones dat are broke" Jack laughed,
"True dat, Beautiful, true dat" he paused for a minute, looking into space, then turned to me and said,
"Ise missed youse dis afternoon."
"Me?" I said sitting up.
"More den youse know" Jack said coming closer to my face and putting a hand on my cheek.
"Can I try and guess?" I said smiling before launching a passionate kiss on the boy sitting before me. He kissed back with great force, and I knew he really had been worried about me. But Lord almighty was it great to kiss him again. It felt like the minitiest mouth wash you could ever buy after Oscar had been in there. I felt like I had just been cleansed by a priest or something. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. I could feel his chest against mine, rising slowly, for he was doing more kissing than breathing. The floor creaked and I pulled away quickly, in time for Madame to open the door and think he was only holding me and nothing more. She was carrying a tray with my dinner on it.
"I thought you might be getting hungry deary." She said putting down the tray.
"Can Ise take her home aftawords?" Jack asked looking up at her.
"I would like Jeanne to stay the night, dear. I have work to do still with her. One of her ribs cracked and I only have most of it fixed. Plus, I want to make sure her ankle is completely 100% well. She did one heck of a number on herself."
"Ise don't want her spending the night here, m'am" Jack said fiercely. I suppose it was just because he 1) didn't know her and 2) most people fear what they don't understand and that's why Madame kept to herself.
"Ima staying here Jack. If Madame wants me too den Ise will." I said sternly. He knew he couldn't stop me and gave up the argument there.
"I'll leave you with your dinner Jeanne." Madame said and left the room.
"What was dat all about?" I asked Jack. He was normally good about this sort of thing.
"I dunno, Ise just want youse staying wit her, dats all."
"Madame's taken care of me since I was three, when my parents died. She just couldn't take care of me. Youse know dat!"
"Yea well, she creeps me out."
"So you don't trust her?" Jack stood up and looked away. It was one of his only flaws. Being normal. He was afraid of what wasn't understood by society, whereas it intrigued me. I turned on the tray and began to nibble at the things Madame had prepared for me. Jack suddenly turned around and drew a flier out of his pocket.
"Look what Ise found taday." He said showing it to me. It was an advertisement for cowhands and showgirls out west. It promised opportunity and a new start. I knew it was something Jack wanted badly. Me? Dancing on top of the bar at Tibby's was one of my favorite pastimes. Jack leaned down close to my face,
"We could start all ova again. No more selling paps, no more making ends meat. We could have space and a life, life with a future. Wadda say Bounce? Move out west wid mese? All we'd hafta do was hop a train and I know dat tagedda wese got enough money to make a start. Until we get jobs anyway." He waited for my response. I knew this was something he would die to have if he had to. I, on the other hand, wasn't sure if I was ready. To leave everything I was familiar with, all my friends, all the things I had set up for myself here. I had quite a lot of power here. If I moved out west I would have to start from scratch. I would have to think on it and I didn't want to answer Jack now so I changed the subject.
"He kissed me Jack."
"Who?"
"Oscar." Jack leaned over me,
"He won't be doing much a dat for a while."
"He called me sweetheart."
"Just anodda reason ta move out west." He persisted. I sighed at this and seeing that I had no want to continue this subject, Jack asked,
"Did he kiss you like this?" he kissed me passionately.
"No" I whispered.
"Did he touch you like this?" He asked sliding his hand up my shirt and tracing my spine.
"Never" I whispered even softer before kissing him again. We continued there in that position for a good twenty minutes. Before Madame came and told Jack it was getting late and that he could see me again in the morning. When Jack had left and Madame had returned and began to work on my injuries again, I shared my thoughts with her.
"Jack wants me to move out west with him."
"Is that what you want?" she responded, not looking up.
"I'm not sure. I'm perfectly fine where I am."
"Do you love him?"
"Je ne sais pas Madame. I couldn't tell you."
"Think on it Joan. Find it in yourself. If you love him, you will not want to lose him, and if that takes you out west, then I shall miss you sorely but I will know that you are well and happy." That was another thing I hadn't thought about-no more Madame.
"On the other hand," she continued, "Too many women in this day and age are throwing there lives away and being totally dependant on men. Not that this is an extremely bad thing, I would just hate to see you through your life away for some man. I have always believed you could go far in life, Joan. Just answer this question, Is he worth it?" I was silent, letting it all soak in.
"Merci Madame."
"Je ton en prie chére. Now, relax so I can work these things out for you." I relaxed all right, I relaxed myself to sleep
A/N-ok just in case you didn't get the french in there, here it is, translated.
Chére-dear(female)
je ne sais pas-I don't know
Je ton on prie-fancy way of syaing "your welcome"
I think thats all i put in there and i hope it didn't confuse any one tooo much. ttyl all!
"How ya feeling, Beautiful?"
"Fine" I answered. He knelt down beside me and proceeded to tell me the happenings of the after noon,
"I got Blink, Race, Skittery, Boots, Mush, Dutchy, David, and Specs tagedda along wit a couple oddas and we soaked Oscar and Morris. Spot showed up in da middle of it all and threw a couple punches for da hell of it. Man Beatiful, we soaked 'em so good, dey mayse not be able ta see strait for a couple a weeks. I told Spot what happened, and he just shook his head, 'Ise told 'er dey would break her'" I snorted at this,
"It seems like dere da ones dat are broke" Jack laughed,
"True dat, Beautiful, true dat" he paused for a minute, looking into space, then turned to me and said,
"Ise missed youse dis afternoon."
"Me?" I said sitting up.
"More den youse know" Jack said coming closer to my face and putting a hand on my cheek.
"Can I try and guess?" I said smiling before launching a passionate kiss on the boy sitting before me. He kissed back with great force, and I knew he really had been worried about me. But Lord almighty was it great to kiss him again. It felt like the minitiest mouth wash you could ever buy after Oscar had been in there. I felt like I had just been cleansed by a priest or something. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. I could feel his chest against mine, rising slowly, for he was doing more kissing than breathing. The floor creaked and I pulled away quickly, in time for Madame to open the door and think he was only holding me and nothing more. She was carrying a tray with my dinner on it.
"I thought you might be getting hungry deary." She said putting down the tray.
"Can Ise take her home aftawords?" Jack asked looking up at her.
"I would like Jeanne to stay the night, dear. I have work to do still with her. One of her ribs cracked and I only have most of it fixed. Plus, I want to make sure her ankle is completely 100% well. She did one heck of a number on herself."
"Ise don't want her spending the night here, m'am" Jack said fiercely. I suppose it was just because he 1) didn't know her and 2) most people fear what they don't understand and that's why Madame kept to herself.
"Ima staying here Jack. If Madame wants me too den Ise will." I said sternly. He knew he couldn't stop me and gave up the argument there.
"I'll leave you with your dinner Jeanne." Madame said and left the room.
"What was dat all about?" I asked Jack. He was normally good about this sort of thing.
"I dunno, Ise just want youse staying wit her, dats all."
"Madame's taken care of me since I was three, when my parents died. She just couldn't take care of me. Youse know dat!"
"Yea well, she creeps me out."
"So you don't trust her?" Jack stood up and looked away. It was one of his only flaws. Being normal. He was afraid of what wasn't understood by society, whereas it intrigued me. I turned on the tray and began to nibble at the things Madame had prepared for me. Jack suddenly turned around and drew a flier out of his pocket.
"Look what Ise found taday." He said showing it to me. It was an advertisement for cowhands and showgirls out west. It promised opportunity and a new start. I knew it was something Jack wanted badly. Me? Dancing on top of the bar at Tibby's was one of my favorite pastimes. Jack leaned down close to my face,
"We could start all ova again. No more selling paps, no more making ends meat. We could have space and a life, life with a future. Wadda say Bounce? Move out west wid mese? All we'd hafta do was hop a train and I know dat tagedda wese got enough money to make a start. Until we get jobs anyway." He waited for my response. I knew this was something he would die to have if he had to. I, on the other hand, wasn't sure if I was ready. To leave everything I was familiar with, all my friends, all the things I had set up for myself here. I had quite a lot of power here. If I moved out west I would have to start from scratch. I would have to think on it and I didn't want to answer Jack now so I changed the subject.
"He kissed me Jack."
"Who?"
"Oscar." Jack leaned over me,
"He won't be doing much a dat for a while."
"He called me sweetheart."
"Just anodda reason ta move out west." He persisted. I sighed at this and seeing that I had no want to continue this subject, Jack asked,
"Did he kiss you like this?" he kissed me passionately.
"No" I whispered.
"Did he touch you like this?" He asked sliding his hand up my shirt and tracing my spine.
"Never" I whispered even softer before kissing him again. We continued there in that position for a good twenty minutes. Before Madame came and told Jack it was getting late and that he could see me again in the morning. When Jack had left and Madame had returned and began to work on my injuries again, I shared my thoughts with her.
"Jack wants me to move out west with him."
"Is that what you want?" she responded, not looking up.
"I'm not sure. I'm perfectly fine where I am."
"Do you love him?"
"Je ne sais pas Madame. I couldn't tell you."
"Think on it Joan. Find it in yourself. If you love him, you will not want to lose him, and if that takes you out west, then I shall miss you sorely but I will know that you are well and happy." That was another thing I hadn't thought about-no more Madame.
"On the other hand," she continued, "Too many women in this day and age are throwing there lives away and being totally dependant on men. Not that this is an extremely bad thing, I would just hate to see you through your life away for some man. I have always believed you could go far in life, Joan. Just answer this question, Is he worth it?" I was silent, letting it all soak in.
"Merci Madame."
"Je ton en prie chére. Now, relax so I can work these things out for you." I relaxed all right, I relaxed myself to sleep
A/N-ok just in case you didn't get the french in there, here it is, translated.
Chére-dear(female)
je ne sais pas-I don't know
Je ton on prie-fancy way of syaing "your welcome"
I think thats all i put in there and i hope it didn't confuse any one tooo much. ttyl all!