A/n: Shame on you Etienne. Poor little Pearl. ^.^ anyway,go on. I just couldn't not say something at the start of this,and I PROMISE! Chapters will be longer!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damn me! How could I bring that,of all things,up,after what I had just told her?! One of her most tender memories and I made her think of it. As she got up from the chair,her eyes were almost trance-like and fixed upon me. I knew she was thinking of Elliot Stone,Daniel Carter and Franklin Vervane,the three boys who had hurt her just three years ago. I had learned their names through Charles...lovely...mother,Annette Lipote. I had also learned something else I could not bring myself to tell my little Pearl. Charles and those boys had been very close friends only two days before the incident. Annette had once said she didn't care for my daughter's prescence around her son. I told her I didn't particularly care for her prescence around my daughter. She shrugged and took the boy away.
It was a week before Pearl's temper got out of control and I found the only way to sedate her was to travel to Richard and Annette's estate,swallow my pride,and beg for my daughter's playmate back.
From the moment I met Richard Lipote I knew we'd get along. He had been an architect from a very well to do family,and once his parents had passed,he had inherited a large sum of money,the estate,and some old forgotten title. From what Richard told me,Charles was a very intelligent and understand boy,who was attracting every young girl's attention in his class. He was also named after his uncle Charles who had died around eighteen years ago,though I have never learned why.
Richard,I found,was quite agreeable with Charles visiting Pearl,Annette was the one,as always he said,that found a fault with it. "Really Etienne,I am sure it's nothing against Pearl. Perhaps it is the distance. You do live across the city and I..." Poor Richard trailed off when a pretty little girl entered the room between two women. I recognized Annette to the angelic child's left immediatley,and the woman to her right must be an aunt or her mother,heavier and even more sour looking at my prescence than Annette was.
I must add here that I am not fond who criticise women just to do so. I also swear I do not make a habit of it,but if I ever wanted to,it was then! The girl walked..no,glided,over to Richard and I with a grace that almost matched Pearl's. We stared at each other,this girl was too good to be true.
Indeed,in the passing years,we were to find that opinion was quite true.
Damn me! How could I bring that,of all things,up,after what I had just told her?! One of her most tender memories and I made her think of it. As she got up from the chair,her eyes were almost trance-like and fixed upon me. I knew she was thinking of Elliot Stone,Daniel Carter and Franklin Vervane,the three boys who had hurt her just three years ago. I had learned their names through Charles...lovely...mother,Annette Lipote. I had also learned something else I could not bring myself to tell my little Pearl. Charles and those boys had been very close friends only two days before the incident. Annette had once said she didn't care for my daughter's prescence around her son. I told her I didn't particularly care for her prescence around my daughter. She shrugged and took the boy away.
It was a week before Pearl's temper got out of control and I found the only way to sedate her was to travel to Richard and Annette's estate,swallow my pride,and beg for my daughter's playmate back.
From the moment I met Richard Lipote I knew we'd get along. He had been an architect from a very well to do family,and once his parents had passed,he had inherited a large sum of money,the estate,and some old forgotten title. From what Richard told me,Charles was a very intelligent and understand boy,who was attracting every young girl's attention in his class. He was also named after his uncle Charles who had died around eighteen years ago,though I have never learned why.
Richard,I found,was quite agreeable with Charles visiting Pearl,Annette was the one,as always he said,that found a fault with it. "Really Etienne,I am sure it's nothing against Pearl. Perhaps it is the distance. You do live across the city and I..." Poor Richard trailed off when a pretty little girl entered the room between two women. I recognized Annette to the angelic child's left immediatley,and the woman to her right must be an aunt or her mother,heavier and even more sour looking at my prescence than Annette was.
I must add here that I am not fond who criticise women just to do so. I also swear I do not make a habit of it,but if I ever wanted to,it was then! The girl walked..no,glided,over to Richard and I with a grace that almost matched Pearl's. We stared at each other,this girl was too good to be true.
Indeed,in the passing years,we were to find that opinion was quite true.