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In which Franz ponders and a storm rises
To say Franz Hedda was in a 'funk' the rest of the day would have been an understatement.
Before the sun was fully up he attempted unsucessfully to get some sleep. He even tried to return to the 'activity' that had been interrupted but even in that he acheived limited and uninspired results and then only by forcing himself to think about Anna and force his mind off the waif like image of Marguerite.
In the kitchen he found Hans-Jakob looking up at him from under shaggy brows with a look of disgust on his ruddy face.
"You come back at all hours, wake me up. What do they think in the town about you, eh? Out all hours...Little Margot says you woke her up too."
"What else did she say?"
Franz poured hot black coffee into a tin cup, the rich aroma perking him up.
"Nothing. Just she goes back to bed. Says she don't feel good."
He tried to read something in the old mans tone, his expression...
"I go to work now painter before it blows. She says there are boiled eggs in the icebox.
Here's some bread."
Hans-Jakob slid a loaf of dark bread across the table, gave Franz a frown and disappeared into the yard.
He'll love me someday...I know it....
How much does he know...how much.
Hedda walked down to the beach and had a smoke. He gathered some shells as he often did and watched the fishing boats off shore. The sky was heavy and ominous, waves struck the shore with angry chopping blows...gulls wheeled low along the surfline, looking for a quick breakfast.
He was almost back at the house, determined to find Marguerite even if he had to wake her up when he decided to walk into the village for more tobacco before the storm hit. Thunder was growling far out to sea. It was going to be a bad one.
The shop was a cozy place, full of rich smells, not only those of tobacco and smoke but spicey smells, sweet smells for Claes Schulter also sold candies and condiments.
"How is it coming at the Old House?"
He asked Hedda. Claes was one of the few people in the village that had befreinded the painter.
"Slow but sure...I should be finished on time though...say I was wondering..."
The shopkeeper looked up from his paper.
"I was wondering if the little housekeeper over there, Marguerite, ever comes in here for..."
"Oh yes!"
Schulter, stood up and came over to the candy counter.
"Margot comes often. she has a real sweet tooth that one...she especially likes those."
he pointed at some hard caramels.
Franz took out his wallet.
"Let me have three guilders worth then, and a pouch of the English blend..."
"So!"
A bright fresh and familiar voice said behind him.
"You are buying me some sweets are you?"
He turned,
It was Anna, smiling at him brightly. Behind her the rain was beginning to streak the window.
To say Franz Hedda was in a 'funk' the rest of the day would have been an understatement.
Before the sun was fully up he attempted unsucessfully to get some sleep. He even tried to return to the 'activity' that had been interrupted but even in that he acheived limited and uninspired results and then only by forcing himself to think about Anna and force his mind off the waif like image of Marguerite.
In the kitchen he found Hans-Jakob looking up at him from under shaggy brows with a look of disgust on his ruddy face.
"You come back at all hours, wake me up. What do they think in the town about you, eh? Out all hours...Little Margot says you woke her up too."
"What else did she say?"
Franz poured hot black coffee into a tin cup, the rich aroma perking him up.
"Nothing. Just she goes back to bed. Says she don't feel good."
He tried to read something in the old mans tone, his expression...
"I go to work now painter before it blows. She says there are boiled eggs in the icebox.
Here's some bread."
Hans-Jakob slid a loaf of dark bread across the table, gave Franz a frown and disappeared into the yard.
He'll love me someday...I know it....
How much does he know...how much.
Hedda walked down to the beach and had a smoke. He gathered some shells as he often did and watched the fishing boats off shore. The sky was heavy and ominous, waves struck the shore with angry chopping blows...gulls wheeled low along the surfline, looking for a quick breakfast.
He was almost back at the house, determined to find Marguerite even if he had to wake her up when he decided to walk into the village for more tobacco before the storm hit. Thunder was growling far out to sea. It was going to be a bad one.
The shop was a cozy place, full of rich smells, not only those of tobacco and smoke but spicey smells, sweet smells for Claes Schulter also sold candies and condiments.
"How is it coming at the Old House?"
He asked Hedda. Claes was one of the few people in the village that had befreinded the painter.
"Slow but sure...I should be finished on time though...say I was wondering..."
The shopkeeper looked up from his paper.
"I was wondering if the little housekeeper over there, Marguerite, ever comes in here for..."
"Oh yes!"
Schulter, stood up and came over to the candy counter.
"Margot comes often. she has a real sweet tooth that one...she especially likes those."
he pointed at some hard caramels.
Franz took out his wallet.
"Let me have three guilders worth then, and a pouch of the English blend..."
"So!"
A bright fresh and familiar voice said behind him.
"You are buying me some sweets are you?"
He turned,
It was Anna, smiling at him brightly. Behind her the rain was beginning to streak the window.
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I apologize to my friend Ariosto and to anyone who might be reading this thread. Due to demands in my personal life (a lengthy visit from overseas friends), we have mutually agreed to let this thread lapse. Both of us will miss it, I think. And possibly, when things here have calmed down a bit, we might return to pick up the story where it left off
Best wishes to all, and many thanks, Ariosto.
Mab
I apologize to my friend Ariosto and to anyone who might be reading this thread. Due to demands in my personal life (a lengthy visit from overseas friends), we have mutually agreed to let this thread lapse. Both of us will miss it, I think. And possibly, when things here have calmed down a bit, we might return to pick up the story where it left off
Best wishes to all, and many thanks, Ariosto.
Mab
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