A Mother's Determination System

Chapter 32:

Su Long's Accommodation

N/A: Um... I disappeared for a few months, and... Uh... How is there 5.4k views? That's crazy--Maybe I should go away more often >:)

Sorry about the sudden "poof." I was busy with school and I had a bit of a tough time adjusting to new things. Not that it should be your object of concern, but expect that updates will be more often, both on here and Quotev. 

If you're bored to death because of the slow plot, let me give you a hint: Search up the meaning of Garnet, and you'll get a significant part of Elizabeth's daughter whereabouts. But, you'll have to wait a bit until we reach that part of the story. Anyways, cheers. 

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"How are you love?" Susan asked, placing down a plate of food and buns on a short table. 

"I'm doing good." A stiff, man of medium-height said. He grunted, his chiseled, tanned legs spread open on a wooden stool. He seemed very relaxed, wuite contrary to his wife, Susan the Upright; A towel was thrown over his neck, and a short shirt roughly over his drenched chest. He looked oddly in place with that proper table, painstakingly placed decorations t.

His black pupils dilated, and he looked to his wife in a little wonder. As if he didn't know how to un-awkwardly start conversation without a fear of rejection, he took and stared at a wooden, horned figure. 

"I heard the Countess's looking for some talented people." He asked. 

"... You should really get out more..." Susan unhesitatingly says, slowly walking to his side. There was a little irritation in her voice

"Is it an old news?" He looks up. 

"Betcha it is. Weeks ago, even a few months." She grinned, hands on her hips, taking the sculpture and placing it back onto the table. She rotated it a few times to get the original angle, then facing a very hasted husband. 

"Of course." He grumbled, staring out into the dust. 

"Huh?" Susan narrowed her eyes, putting her hands on her hips. 

The man turned around confused--Gosh, what'd he do this time? 

Susan raised a brow. 

"Louis, has your temper flared with the time you spent with your pretty knives?" 

"No love." 

"...No love." He repeated.

"Of course." Susan snorted, and went back into the house. 

Susan, if you knew her, had began to busy herself within the kitchen and the housework, washing clothes, cleaning basins, spicing and preserving. She was a soft woman at heart, and it showed within her work--the battering of frozen clothes, the beheading of lively corn stalks, the extermination of bugs, the beating of food. Her gentle, toothy grin while she did so added to the visual. She would wipe the golden reed bundles that encircled it with a dry cloth, sighing imagining the gaudy old men and their shiny carriage stallions. Oh of course, the dust that came off their shiny little feet as well. Susan, as you can tell, was the very ideal of an old rural woman--Though, if you were to tell her, leave out the 'old.' If you say it right, she may just let you go home with a bundle of antique trinkets. 

If you don't--Never tell her I told you anything... Or else, your relation will worsen beyond repair, like Jessica's. 

One thing you may remember the most, is the spat Susan has with another village woman, Jessica. 

The grudge between Jessica and her was from earlier times. Then, Susan had been a delicate, modest farmer's daughter, and Jessica, a witty, nosier than her benefit, prostitute. Then, Susan had been dating a handsome lad named Cay, and Jessica... A man named Cay.