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Chapter 3: 75 days left

When she came down the steps, she saw Raoul standing in the hallway holding a crate of champagne. "Lucille, good to see you're home"

Leaving the crate on the nearby table, his eyes wandered, examining the new photos on the wall. He stood with an air of cheerfulness, leaning against the wall beneath Madame Carlotta's portrait. In a short time it appeared he had acquired another straw coat equally hideous to the previous one, though this time she ignored it. "I like what you did with the place, though I'm not sure how to feel about that of photo of you with the parasol"

Rolling her eyes, she already felt annoyed. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came to see how my little star is doing, that and I brought the champagne"

"Just leave the crate in the kitchen and be on your way"

"Lucille, the crate wasn't the only thing I came to deliver."

She crossed her arms, it was just his air that made her blood boil. Sure they were friends, but that did not mean she did not have the luxury to dislike him half the time. "What it is? This have better be good"

"Our favorite munchkins Emile and Maud are getting married"

Going down a step, she turned and tackle hugged him. "Oh, that is wonderful news. When is the wedding?"

"At the end of spring. Man, can you believe it? It felt like it was just yesterday they had their first date"

Pushing him away, she straightened her blouse, regaining her composure. "Their first date was only two weeks ago, but if they are in love then why wait."

"You know, I was sort of hoping you would sing at their wedding"

"Me and Franceour would be happy to"

"Where is the big guy anyway?"

"I think he is composing music in his office, but I will tell him the news and I'm sure he would be delighted"

Heading for the door, he said. "Well I have to get going, but tell mister tappy toes not to work too hard"

He could not leave fast enough she thought. Walking ahead of him, she opened the door. "Unlike you he enjoys his work, but he is a genius. I doubt you could say the same"

"Yeah, yeah, but unlike him I have great hair"

"But he has great style"

Pushing him out the door, she ran back up stairs full of excitement. Forgetting to knock, she walked into Francoeur's office. There was sheet music lying about the room, and Francoeur was sleeping in the corner underneath a pile of old fur coats. The news could wait she thought, and she closed the door as she left.

In her room she marked her calendar for the last week of May, reserved for Emile and Maud's wedding.