They stood outside the doorstep to Miss D'Rencord's house. It was painted a light blue, with a black roof and white windowsills. Curtains were pulled over some of the windows. The staircase was wet with rain and the roof dripped water onto the stairs. A few foldable chairs were on the threshold to her house. Skeppy leant against the doorframe, as Bad rang the doorbell. He pushed his shoulders back and adjusted his glasses. He was quite nervous for Skeppy to meet her, though he hadn't a clue why.
The familiar tip-tapping of Miss D'Rencord's heeled shoes were heard through the door. It swung open, and Skeppy was surprised to see an old woman who looked kindly at him through a pair of old-fashioned spectacles. She was at least 60, with a slightly worn, wrinkly face, and greying brown hair tied in a bun. She wore an apron over a black dress, which looked quite sombre, but her face was kind and jolly. She was slightly plump, and her blue eyes twinkled merrily at the sight of Bad, and she beamed warmly at him.
"Mon cheré Darryl! I have not seen you for quite some time, n'est çe pas?" she asked.
"Desole, Madame. Je suis très très occupé." apologized Bad politely.
"Ah, I see. It is alright, mon cheré. Qui est-ce?" she asked, glancing at Skeppy keenly through her glasses.
"Il est mon ami." replied Bad, smiling at Skeppy.
"Bonjour Madame, je m'appelle Zak." said Skeppy, smiling at her. French he learned from school actually came in handy.
"Bonjour! Je m'appelle Antonia D'Rencord. Tu parles français?"
"Oui, mais je ne connais pas bien de français."
"I see. Entrez, s'il vous plait! You two must be tres froid, no? I will go make some tea for you two." she said, bustling over to the kitchen.
"Thank you very much, Miss D'Rencord." they said, sitting down on the comfy chintz armchairs.
Miss D'Rencord busied herself in making the tea. She looked over at them and asked, "How many spoons of sugar, dears?"
"One, please."
"Two, please."
Skeppy smiled at Bad. No wonder he was so sweet, he drank two spoonfuls of sugar in his tea.
Miss D'Rencord walked over with a teatray, some fancy teacups in their saucers placed on it, along with some warm croissants. Skeppy looked like he was in the seventh heaven of delight. It all smelled so warm and homey, and reminded him of the small cafe on the corner from his house, which smelled like vanilla and butter, with a hint of honey.
They thanked her and took their teacups. Sipping on the Earl Grey, Skeppy began to engage in friendly conversation with her.
He told her about his life, where he lived, about his parents and his sister, his dog, Rocco, his college life, what he did for a living and about his neighbour, Lya.
When he started talking about Lya, Miss D'Rencord raised her eyebrows and looked at Skeppy. An old - fashioned woman who studied with convent nuns at a French boarding school, they said that if men talked about women in such a descriptive manner, they were infatuated with the lady. She listened with rapt attention, and looked at him over her spectacles.
Bad glanced at Miss D'Rencord out of the side of his eyes. He knew her very well, well enough to know exactly what she was thinking, and after Skeppy finished his description of Lya, said a few words in French to her, knowing well that Skeppy wouldn't understand him well enough and take offence at her mannerisms.
"Miss D'Rencord, il n'amour pas son amie Lya. Ils sont amis, rien de plus. Vous comprends, n'est - ce pas?"
"Oui, je comprend, Darryl. Je suis desoleé." she said, glancing at Bad.
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Roses and Blue Violets
FanfictionIn the spiritual world, there was something called soul flowers, meaning that two people whose soul flowers were identical to each other, were destined to be together, or so it was told. Skeppy's soul flower was a blue violet, which stood for faith...
