After The Show

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Chapter Three: Welcome Home

The four arrived at a modest size house. There was a large front yard, with lots of flowers and trees. Christian could see how Satine would have loved playing here as a child. As they walked up the path to the front door, Christian could see Satine looked nervous. He took her hand as they entered.

All of Satine's nervousness seemed to evaporate as they walked into the house. It wasn't a mansion by any means, but it was a definite improvement over Christian's garret. Off of the main entry way there was a dining room and a living room, and Christian stood directly in front of a large staircase.

"Why don't we give Christian the grand tour?" Taylor suggested. Satine and Peter agreed, and Satine eagerly took Christian by the wrist and pulled him up the stairs. Christian could only laugh as he was pulled from room to room. He loved seeing Satine this happy. Her face seemed to light up as each minute went by.

Ă’And this used to be my bedroom." she said as she opened the door at the very end of the hallway. He wasn't sure why, but Christian had a hard time believing that the room he was led into used to belong to his "sparkling diamond". The walls were lavender, as were the curtains. There were dolls and stuffed animals everywhere, although they had grown a bit dusty. There was a twin bed in the center of the room. The bedspread had a star and moon design in shades of, what else, lavender. There was a white desk pushed up against the wall by the bed. Satine walked over to the desk and picked up a very old piece of paper. Christian followed her and looked over her shoulder and the paper in her hand. It was a drawing, obviously done by a young child. It showed the house and yard, and several colorful stick people playing outside. All of the people were labeled with a name. One was Taylor, one was Peter, and one was simply labeled "Me".

"Weren't you the little artist?" Christian teased.

Satine simply smiled, remembering the day she had drawn the picture. It had been late July, and she had been eleven. It had been the perfect day. Her mother had told her to do something to remember the day, because days like that came only a few times in a lifetime.

She was jerked out of her memories by Peter, announcing that it was time for dinner. After they ate, Taylor and Peter went back to their respective homes. Satine was starting to clear the table, happy to do the little domestic jobs, when a feeling she knew all too well took over her. She began to cough violently before collapsing into Christian's arms.

Christian carried Satine upstairs to the master bedroom. He put her on the left side of the bed and took the directory out of the desk. In the excitement of the new house, he had forgotten the reason for bringing Satine to America. She needed medical help. He hoped Zidler had been right about the doctors in America being better than the doctors in Paris. He found the doctors listings and began to read the ads. He noticed that one had already been circled, and decided to try that one.

"Dr. Patrick Sherman." Christian spoke the name to himself. As he closed the book, he looked at Satine. "Please save my diamond".