I washed my face from the washbasin. I heard the clock in the the cathedrel
chiming five o' clock. I ran my fingers through my hair and preceded
downstairs, alittle shy. There were about five other girls situiated around
the long, oak table. It had been set with a simple blue cloth, and had ten
blue china plates resting next to shiny silverware. I was really blown
away. I sat down, next to a cheerful girl. Her name, she told me, was
Giselle, and she worked at the local pillow factory. She said to not mind
the feathers if they fall from her hair. She was really nice. I knew we'd
be friends. I told her about myself. She looked at me with her liquid amber
eyes intently, listening to my every word. Soon, all the other girls were
crowding in while passing bagettes and butter and sausages. They had placed
a nice bottle of Charodanny upon the table, and said that I had to do the
official wine testing, since I had been raised in a vineyard. I happily
obliged, to also help my nerves and to loosen me up. I swirled it in my
glass, and took a generous swallow. It was really good. The perfect time to
drink it. I said. They all then had a glass and preceeded in telling me of
where it came from, when I asked. There was a bottling company right down
the road that just opened. They were looking for people to work there. I
instantly asked them to tell me more. I wanted to work there. I had to work
there.
That night, I went to bed very late. I wrote a quick note to Jacques. I was curious about what he wanted to talk to me about. He said it was important. I rubbed my neck and looked at the clock. It was midnight! I quickly doused the lamp, and pulled down my sheets. I got in, and prayed about my condition. And for the Lord to help me find a new life in Paris. It was then that I realized it was a full moon. I got out of bed and went down the hall, got to the end, threw apart the french double doors, and stood looking at the sky. The breeze that was blowing was coming across as chilly, but with the warm fragrance of spring in the air. I shut them behind me, sighed and looked above and below me. There were couples, strolling along the street. I sighed, envious of them. I could just picture me as one of them, delicately leaning on a gentleman's arm. I looked at the sky and pulled my white shawl that had been my mother's tighter around me, wrapping them like arms. 'Look Bridget! See that star! aren't they beautiful? Mother's up there. Looking at us, see her twinkling at us?' My father's voice blew to me on the wind. "yes father. i see it. and yours too." I then went in, shut the doors behind me, and slipped into bed.
That night, I went to bed very late. I wrote a quick note to Jacques. I was curious about what he wanted to talk to me about. He said it was important. I rubbed my neck and looked at the clock. It was midnight! I quickly doused the lamp, and pulled down my sheets. I got in, and prayed about my condition. And for the Lord to help me find a new life in Paris. It was then that I realized it was a full moon. I got out of bed and went down the hall, got to the end, threw apart the french double doors, and stood looking at the sky. The breeze that was blowing was coming across as chilly, but with the warm fragrance of spring in the air. I shut them behind me, sighed and looked above and below me. There were couples, strolling along the street. I sighed, envious of them. I could just picture me as one of them, delicately leaning on a gentleman's arm. I looked at the sky and pulled my white shawl that had been my mother's tighter around me, wrapping them like arms. 'Look Bridget! See that star! aren't they beautiful? Mother's up there. Looking at us, see her twinkling at us?' My father's voice blew to me on the wind. "yes father. i see it. and yours too." I then went in, shut the doors behind me, and slipped into bed.