When my family told me we would spend Christmas together, I was imagining a great dinner, a nice time all together. But of course, my mother's need to showcase her wonderful family took over. We were forced to attend midnight mass.
I usually didn't mind going to church, especially when my grandparents came with us. But I just wanted to spend Christmas with my loved ones; my brothers, my dad.
On top of that, I was forced to wear this ugly itchy beige dress. It stopped at my knees and had those long puffy sleeves. Even by complaining about the cold weather, there was no escape from it. We had to look perfect.
I rode with Thomas and Jean-Marc, while my parents and Gabriel got to church together.
« We didn't truly have the time to catch up, Nora » started Jean-Marc, looking in the rear-view mirror. « How is school ? »
« Not that bad but if any of you have advice for Latin, I'll take it » I answered. « The only thing I can remember is Alea jacta est, because the teacher says that when he is collecting tests. That phrase will follow me to the grave » I laughed.
Thomas snorted
« It's still Douillard ? » wondered Jean-Marc « I thought he would be retired by now »
« Even on his dead bed, he'd find a way to teach » interrupted Thomas.
That made the whole car laugh.
« Don't worry about him, Honora » assured Thomas. « There's a big chance he is still traumatized from Gabriel answering nescio on all his tests when he was in his class. I swear I could've seen smoke coming out of mom's ears when she learned about it »
« Why don't I remember this ? » I asked, still laughing.
« You were too little, I suppose. But you're the one who looks the most like him out of the three of us, your teacher must want to seek revenge » Jean-Marc thought.
« He's a mean old man, that's all you have to know. Keep on working hard, all your other teachers will defend you in class council » Thomas promised.
I was surprised to see this many people at church. I knew everyone in town was Christian but people were attending mass less and less. I scanned the crowd, trying to see if there was someone I knew.
That's when I spotted him. He was in a white shirt, his hair neatly styled, the eyepatch's string tucked under his brown hair.
He saw me, a look of surprise on his face.
But what truly surprised me, was that his mom's face lit up when she saw my mom.
Do they know each other ?
« Nora, come ! » my mother urged me « I want to introduce you to my friend Béatrice »
My mother put her hand on my lower back, leaving me with no choice but to walk in the Descamps' direction.
« Isabelle, is it your daughter ? » she looked at me with delight.
« It's a pleasure to meet you, madam » I greeted her, my most beautiful smile plastered on.
« You are as beautiful as your mother described you » she uttered. Descamps looked like he wanted to leave her right there.
« I believe my mom has sold my merits once too much » I playfully responded.
« And she has good humor too ! » she looked at me as if I was a brand new toy to a child. « Where are my manners ! Let me introduce you to my son, Joseph »
She gently grabbed him by the arm, pushing him towards me.
« Sorry to disappoint, mom, but we know each other. She goes to Voltaire too » he said flatly, clearly unhappy with his mother's attempts to make him socialize.
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wasted eyes | joseph descamps
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