The tightly shut, white painted parlour door burst open in a flurry. Silk gowns and coloured locks tangled all withen each other.
Portia gasped, Brielle let a slight shreik out, and Uncle Alan began snoring even louder than before.
" Nyree, please have some manners. You know it's unpolite to enter a room without knocking."
Alice said, sternly to her eldest daughter. Who's looks of excitment slowly turned to confusion and shame. Nyree scuffled into the room, two girls wafting in behind her.
" I'm sorry mother, but I had gotten ever so exicted after i heard that my best friend Breel is actually back!"
At the sound of her ( horribley misthronounced) name, Brielle waltzed over, as if walking on air and landing at the feet of little blonde mess.
" Nyree! It's been forever hasn't it? England sure did pay it's toll on my meilleurs amis, I did miss you whilst I was studying my days away in.. France"
Brielle said, saying the word " France" as though it was charming, amazing and the best thing that she had ever came across. It probabley has been, too.
One of the girls behind Nyree began to nibble on the side of a cinnamon frosted cookie, as the other one sat, uncomfortably beside uncle Alan. Trying her best not to let her silken covered thighs touch his.
Nyree and Brielle began chittering about useless things, as they sat down beside Clark on the auburn chesterfield.
As the room seemed to simmer down, the door yet again opened. Slowly, and steadily though. Creaking slightly as the profile of theperson was revealed from side to side.
An elderly woman, with a moth-eaten, blue knit shawl sprawled across her shoulders. She wore many beads around her neck and wrists, and a scarf tied loosely around her whitened threads of hair. She had a glazed, look, her eyes filled with pure dottiness.
"Hello mother, I didn't see you at Merri's garden-party."
Gabrielle said, slowly and casualy.Alarica Burns Trembul, was Alberto Trembul's ex-wife. She mothered most of the Trembul cilderen, and was treated with utmost respest in Trembul house-holds.
" Please sit down Alarcia, have some tea."
ALice said, motherly to her mother-in-law. People treated Alarcia delicately,even though she was strong for a 80 year old woman. Nyree's friends looked at Alarcia up and down, odd looks upon their faces, as though it was appalling to become old.
Clark, after many minutes of silence had finally spoken, mainly addressing with woman withen the room, other than Clarity, Portia and Ginnie.
" Grandmother, Aunt Alice and Gabrielle, this..is my beau, Brielle. I was meant to introduce her earlier, but i had been distracted by Ge-somethings around the room.
Gennie's teeth grinding, and Portia's anxcious finger taping were drowned out entirely by the ringing sound in Clarity's head caused by the sight of Brielle and Clark....SNOGGING.
Portia gasped, Brielle let a slight shreik out, and Uncle Alan began snoring even louder than before.
" Nyree, please have some manners. You know it's unpolite to enter a room without knocking."
Alice said, sternly to her eldest daughter. Who's looks of excitment slowly turned to confusion and shame. Nyree scuffled into the room, two girls wafting in behind her.
" I'm sorry mother, but I had gotten ever so exicted after i heard that my best friend Breel is actually back!"
At the sound of her ( horribley misthronounced) name, Brielle waltzed over, as if walking on air and landing at the feet of little blonde mess.
" Nyree! It's been forever hasn't it? England sure did pay it's toll on my meilleurs amis, I did miss you whilst I was studying my days away in.. France"
Brielle said, saying the word " France" as though it was charming, amazing and the best thing that she had ever came across. It probabley has been, too.
One of the girls behind Nyree began to nibble on the side of a cinnamon frosted cookie, as the other one sat, uncomfortably beside uncle Alan. Trying her best not to let her silken covered thighs touch his.
Nyree and Brielle began chittering about useless things, as they sat down beside Clark on the auburn chesterfield.
As the room seemed to simmer down, the door yet again opened. Slowly, and steadily though. Creaking slightly as the profile of theperson was revealed from side to side.
An elderly woman, with a moth-eaten, blue knit shawl sprawled across her shoulders. She wore many beads around her neck and wrists, and a scarf tied loosely around her whitened threads of hair. She had a glazed, look, her eyes filled with pure dottiness.
"Hello mother, I didn't see you at Merri's garden-party."
Gabrielle said, slowly and casualy.Alarica Burns Trembul, was Alberto Trembul's ex-wife. She mothered most of the Trembul cilderen, and was treated with utmost respest in Trembul house-holds.
" Please sit down Alarcia, have some tea."
ALice said, motherly to her mother-in-law. People treated Alarcia delicately,even though she was strong for a 80 year old woman. Nyree's friends looked at Alarcia up and down, odd looks upon their faces, as though it was appalling to become old.
Clark, after many minutes of silence had finally spoken, mainly addressing with woman withen the room, other than Clarity, Portia and Ginnie.
" Grandmother, Aunt Alice and Gabrielle, this..is my beau, Brielle. I was meant to introduce her earlier, but i had been distracted by Ge-somethings around the room.
Gennie's teeth grinding, and Portia's anxcious finger taping were drowned out entirely by the ringing sound in Clarity's head caused by the sight of Brielle and Clark....SNOGGING.
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