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“What, no bonjour? What’s wrong?”
“Eduardo, these minions are driving me mad! They’ve been running after me for some time now.”
“Oh darling, you look like you could use a good breakfast! Why are they following you exactly?”
“I don’t know. They showed up one day in their short shorts and their bare midriffs, their hair up in braids, wanting to carry the hardbacks I had borrowed from the librarian and since then, they have stuck around. Sure, they have their use — my smoking slippers are always polished and ready to be worn and they have been lifting the trail of my dresses wherever I go but I need space, I can’t think with their shadows looming behind.”
“Why don’t you tell them you need to be alone?”
“I don’t know if they can handle such news darling.”
“Do you want me to do it?”
“Would you mind?”
“Please darling, I was born for this drama. Save me a seat on the tree Madeliene, it is spy-on-the-hot-butcher day today.”
He rushed out of the drawing room, chest up and still donning those skinny pants. I saw him snapping his fingers at the minions, while they looked up at him, with a look of confused fear. I felt sad, knowing I was the cause of their grief, so I left to go rest on the tree. It was not the last I had seen of them, they would become the loyal minions of Eduardo himself.
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“Madeliene, if you were the one wearing these tight leather pants you would not be so eager to rush!”
“Move it along Eduardo, I don’t want to be late!”
We climbed the wide stairs of the cathedral and, pushing the heavy doors, we stepped inside to find the villagers sitting on wooden chairs in their best ensembles. There was an excited hum in the air. I held Eduardo’s hand and led him to the front, nodding to Baker, Butcher and the woman who hides her smiles with her scarves along the way.
We settled on the second row from the front. I gathered my Elie Saab long sleeved gown around me and took off my slippers so that I could feel the cold coming up from the tombs under my feet.
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