After her visit Angie headed back home and on the way she tried to stay as calm as she possibly can, mostly when she meets up with her husband.
She was so angry after hearing about him clearly flirting with other woman on a place where literally everyone can see it, but not just because it makes her look like a bad wife, but because...
She didn't know herself that why was she so angry.
Honestly at some point she felt like she'd just want to divorce from him... But then what would she do all alone?
She doesn't have anywhere to go to.
Not parents, not a friend that could actually help her out in stuff.
And if she's the one deciding to divorce she'll have to leave the house.
So she couldn't do it.
Not yet.
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Arriving home either her husband, or son were at home so she decided to go and start painting.
Painting was the other thing beside singing that could make her happy and completely relaxed afer being so angry and sad.
She also had a great idea in mind to paint.
So she just did.
She was painting for long hours and didn't even realize that everyone arrived home.
- Is your mother home? - asked Fernand from his son as he was home first.
- I think she is - Albert replied - Servants said she's in her room for hours now and painting so I didn't want to bother her.
- Oh! - Fernand gasped.
After talking to his son he decided to go and see his wife in her room.
When he arrived it was the same time when Angie actually finished her painting of the view of Marseille.
- This is beautiful... - said Fernand.
- Oh! Uh... Thank you - she smiled.
- I can recognize that this is Marseille, but which part, or from where exactly? I can't recall to even be there once...
Angie sighed.
- From the graveyard - she then replied.
- Have you been there lately? - he asked, getting a little confused.
- Yes - she replied firmly, even though she knew he might gonna get angry.
- Why?
- Because I wanted to see them. Do you have any problem with that? - she asked coldly which surprised Fernand good enough to not to be able to speak up for long seconds.
- Uhh... No... I don't... - he mumbled.
Angie didn't say anything. She just turned back to her painting to fix some things on it while Fernand just left her room quietly.
He felt like something's not right with his wife.
He knew she was thinking about German a lot since he disappeared, but this was something worse... But what was it?
He didn't know, but for now he didn't dare to ask her about it...
A/N: Well... This was depressing.
Sorry about that :P
