Chapter Two
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Christian pounded his head on his desk. He couldn't think of anything..He could just think of her. " A walk might do me good, " He said to himself as he put on his coat and hat. He opened the door reluctantly and began walking the many hallways until he reached the first floor. Mrs. Hobbs, the land lady of the apartment building, greeted with a simple wave. He forced a smile and said, " G'day Mrs. Hobbs. " Before she could say anything to Christian, he was out the door and on the streets.
He walked up and down, side to side, and in and out alley ways. He just wasn't ready to go to that damn, cheap apartment. He saw a bench and sat down on it, he needed some rest with all the walking he'd done. He looked down and clapped his hands out of boredom. Just then, a little girl sat next to him. She caughtiously studied him and couldn't resist the temptation to poke him. Christian jumped up at the girl's touch, he didn't even know she was there! The girl looked apologetic and said in a soft voice, " So very sorry sir...? " The girl waited for a reply patiently until Christian was able to speak. He cleared his throat and bowed, " Christian. My name is Christian. And what is your name may I ask? " The girl looked solemn and replied, " I do not have a name. I am but an orphan roaming these streets. " Christian felt sorry for the girl, now looking her over. She had eyes that looked like deep, blue pools of water, mysterious long untamed hair, a very thin body, and covered in dirt.
Christian grabbed the girl's hand. She looked astonished but said nothing until a few minutes passed, " Whe...Where are you taking me? " Christian replied with a half smile, " To my apartment. You will never walk these alleys again, my dear. " The girl became silent until they reached the musty, old apartment when she spotted the type writer. " Can you teach me to read, Christian? "
Satine groaned as she watched Christian from Heaven and muttered in a sour voice, " So he doesn't love me anymore? Stupid girl... " Satine decided to go back to Paris, she couldn't stand being dead anymore. She speed-walked all the way to the Council Of Heaven Office. She slammed her hand on the secretary's desk, and as the secretary jumped in shock, Satine smirked. " OH! Madam Satine, what would you like today, " The secretary asked, already knowing what Satine was going to say. After all, she had been very moody lately and bored. Satine glared daggers at the secretary. " I want to go back to Paris. "
Over the next two days, Christian came to love the little girl as his own child. He had bought her a whole wardrobe with the little money he had, he had succsefully taught her to read little words like cat, apple, dog, and he had gotten her hair cut to shoulder length, and tamed it. She still did not have a name, sadly.
As she was reading aloud the short sentances Christian had typed for her on his type writer, the name that had caused him so much pain came to him. " Satine, " He said a little more loudly than he meant to. The girl looked at him quizzicaly, and asked with a questioning look on her face, " Who is Satine? " Christian looked at the ground, ready for the tears to spill down his face. As the tears came, he replied, " Satine...is my lover...she is dead. " He said the last part in a whisper so light he thought the girl could not hear, oh was he mistaken! She had very good ears and heard every thing he said. She didn't want to see the man who had became her father cry. She held his chin in her hands and cooed, " It's ok Daddy, don't cry. " Christian was a little shocked to hear her call him 'daddy', but that didn't stop him from knowing the perfect name for her. " Your name is Satine. "