Different Type of Love

10

Elodie

December 5, 1945

Loraline and Cecilia hang out the whole day while I cleaning up. Around eleven thirty I put Loraline down for a nap, hoping by the time she wakes up she'll be well rest and little at leave a bit better. When I she finally falls asleep and I set back into the kitchen, Cecilia decided to speak to me. For a favour...

"Elodie, do you mind if I wear some of your clothes? I'll of course give them back but I am planning to go out with a few friends. I'll be back before dinner. I'll even bring back some of my own clothes so I won't depend on you too much." I continue to sweep the floors before responding. I stop to look her head to toe. I continue to clean.

"Of course. You don't have to ask, you're welcome to anything in the house." I announce. I hear her clear her throat. She places her hand on mine but I move back, still trying to sweep. 

"Fine." I hear her say. I don't dare raise the tension by replying to her petty remarks so I leave it alone. She heads upstairs and takes her sweet time. Once I see her back downstairs she has on her heels along with a black dress of mine. She has an orange toned lipstick on the I'm sure she carries everywhere with her once I see her place it in her bag. I must say she looks stunning, but I must stay in my place so I decided not to say a word.

"I'll see you soon, El." She says. El? Hm. 

"Have a pleasant time. Take my car that's in the garage. It looks nicer. It is nice. It's a Bugatti Type 57SC." I say. I see her jaw drop, I don't react. "The keys are hanging near the door." I announce. 

"Thank you, Elodie." She nods, takes it and leaves. I sigh as soon as she steps out. My breathing gets faster as my eyes water. I feel a lump in my throat. I open Lorrie's door as softly as one possibly can and sit on her bed. I take a seat on her bed and sigh. She's sound asleep. 

The one time I don't have to worry but if I am honest, I'm terrified. I can't lose my girl, I love her so much. I begin to rub her head, hoping in some way it will calm me down. I finally decide to let her rest in peace. I kiss her soft skin and walk out, shutting the door, quietly, behind me. I put on my on her door and wipe my face. 

I inhale deep and exhale deeper. I finally decided, she's safe enough at this very moment for me to leave her be. I head back to the kitchen and begin wiping down the counters all and tables. About an half an hour later, and in the middle of wiping, I get a knock on the door. I put the cloth down go to the door, hoping it isn't him. And luckily, it isn't. 

It's Irene, the maid. My eyes the open wide realizing who it was. I've known her for a few years. She is now 28, but she's always looks ten years younger. Her beautiful mousy blonde hair and her blue eyes. Her face was thin, her square jaw was rather softer than other peoples. Her pale blue eyes here beautiful. She had loose jeans in with a purple blouse.

"Irene!" I feel myself shout. I grab her shoulder and nearly shake her. I pull her in for a hug and pull her back. "Shh." I tell her, like she's the one who yelled. She begins to laugh. I pull her inside.

"Ich habe dich vermisst!"  (I missed you!)  I shout. I forgot to mention, I speak French, German, Spanish, English and only a little Italian and Portuguese. When I was younger I traveled all around Europe with my parents. Irene speak German, French and English. She was raised in Germany so she'd prefer if I spoke to her in her native language, I can't blame her. But must I say I love her accent so much. 

"Du machtest? Es tut mir Leid." (You did? I'm sorry.) She says, I hear the sorrow in the voice. 

"Nien, nien. Du warst krank." (No, no. You were sick.) I reply. I hear her sigh. I can only think of one way to cheer her up. "Möchtest du, dass ich Lillian anrufe?" (Would you like me to call Lillian?) Her yes open wide as she nods profusely.