In the name of saint

Sunny day

We've been talking with Juli and Matylda till lunch, then the small girl, Viktoria, interrupted us saying that Matylda should speak with some customer of hers. I've gladly thanked her for her hospitality. 

"And next time, let's meet in the mansion!" I offered. 

Matylda's face lit up, Juli also seemed to like this idea and finished my sentence with: "Awesome idea, then we're going to spend some time in my house." 

After that Tylda went to listen to the customer, so we exchanged bye-byes and exited. 

The sun was up, shining clearly, the darkness of night was nowhere to be find. However, even when the sun tried, Autumn days were getting closer and you could feel the cold breezes of it not far away. Trees and flowers were enjoying full sun, in few days there's foing to be a harves time, then after some time Autumn can come. 

I personally mostly liked the Winter, despite it was meant to be the time of year when people don't have many things to enjoy. The magic of glittering snow completely consumed me, silent cloudy days and deep freezing nights were the muse to my doleful, melancholic soul. 

I can always enjoy freezing outside, because I know there's some hot tea or snowfight with friends waiting for me. I love winter... 

Then I remembered Juli's here with me too, so I also asked her about her favorite season. 

"Can't wait for Winter, but what season do you fancy?" 

She thought for a while and responded with: "Summer, why do you ask?" 

"I'd say that person's favorite season can tell a lot about them, on instance, I'd guess that you like active life, taking walks with friends, also you like watching men work on the fields, long nights with food and friends and trips." 

She smiled and mockingly came back with: "No, definetly not true with the men!" 

I gave her a long look, then she blushed. I didn't comment on it, it's her thing. I'd probably loved watching them too, but I don't like most men by look. I think it's just sentimental. I know, some of them look good, but the look doesn't tell you much. Victor I liked, nevertheless not many men. 

"But was I right with most of them?" I asked, already surmising the answer. 

"You know, you got me. Yes." I grinned happily. 

After a few steps our ways parted, I hugged her and promissed to meet at tomorow's mass. 

"I promise, you'll be pretty bored..." She said. 

I almost disagreed, then I remembered we have a new pastor. 

My feelings were elevated, I felt really joyful after meeting my friends once again. I headed back to my mothers mansion, getting to ready help in the house. With work I'll talk less with my mother and concentrate more. Maybe I can help in kitchen. 

Helping there was always my favorite, making delightful foods and deserts. Most if the time I was even fond of cleaning up after cooking or baking. 

I picked up a few forget-me-nots and put them behind my ear. I adore these because of the name. I wish people don't forget about me which sometimes happened. I know, happens to everyone, nonetheless I do not like it. 

When I got home, my mother was just finishing her lunch. I realised that I might be late, but I didn't want to be scolded for something as trifle as being a few minutes late for lunch. It wasn't even Sunday. 

"Whatever" I whispered for myself and went into the dining room. 

"Miss, where have you been?" my mother asked in her usual overly-polited tone. She used it always when being angry. 

"Ah, dear mother, Tyllie invited me and Julietta inside her bakery for a little talk, and somehow they've held me there till now." I said and smiled appologeticaly, as if I begged girls to let me go to lunch. 

My mother measured me in a suspectionate look, but she didn't say anything. 

"Sorry mother..." I said, trying to sound really sorry. 

I wasn't, but she relaxed so it looked like she forgave me dor this moment. 

"Eat your lunch now, Lucienne" she pointed to last plates with food on it. Viktor must have eaten without me, I thought. I tried to look gladly, well, I was glad for the delicious meal. I should help in the kitchen after lunch. 

Rest of the lunch passed in silence, because not me nor my mother were eager to have a conversation. If I had to think about some church bell persona, my mother would be last one on a list. 

After eating I relaxed for a while, I seated myself in a comfortable chair with view on a field and started sewing a flower motif on one of mine white dress. This has been my project for a good while, the dress was halfway done. My idea was to cover them in these sewn flowers. 

In the kitchen, Marry was just cleaning some plates, so I suggested that I'll help her with drying the dishes. The cook thanked me, I don't even know many ladies who help in kitchen. 

I've exchanged some words with her, asking about some news so it won't be awkward to be there in silence. 

"I can't wait for the Greyford's anniversary, the celebration will be magnificent!" she told me in a delighted tone. 

I grinned. "Are you planning to bake something for the anniversary?" I asked her, thinking about cherry pie I was willing help her with. 

She thought about something for a while and answered: "I hope so, still I'm not really sure if Your mother is going to support this decision. I've already told her about it a week ago, she nodded and the started coughting heavily." 

I understood what she remarked between lines and promissed to speak about it with my mother. Not sure when or how, but I'll try. 

After everything was dried, I said goodbye, mentioned the anniversary and left. 

The afternoon was it was shrouded in tired sunbeams, I was mostly opening old closets and looking at things that belonged to younger me. Weird feeling it was. Everything has changed, yet I feel like the toys involuntarily dragged the memories back.

At night I had a short talk with Viktor and then after a prayer normally went to sleep.

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