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Virginie's Point Of View

December 9th

I woke up alone in the house. Mom was still sleeping and Dad wasn't in their room.  Since my sister is apparently living with her boyfriend, I was the only one up. I wanted to join him in my room, but I clearly was too late when I noticed an empty bed.

That confused me a bit to wonder what they both could be up to.  Perhaps they are bonding.  That's what I like to believe when I decide to get dressed. I'm now making breakfast for everyone. I woke up happy and I had this idea to make waffles and bake them in the special oven like I promised Harry often.

I put my iPod on the stereo in the kitchen and the silky sound of Michael Buble's voice fills the air. His last album is amazing and it's exactly the mood I need this morning. Midway through the batter, I need to whip it and I remember all of those times Harry was the one to help me. The memories join me for the rest of the recipe as I move my hips to the sound of the music.

I pour the batter in the 'waffle oven' when the garage door opens. I immediately walk to the front window of the house, right over the driveway, to see what is happening. A big genuine smile takes half of my face. Harry and Dad are carrying chopped woods into the garage.  They are both wearing my dad's winter clothes.  I guess Dad offered to wear his old coat to not dirty Harry's Saint-Laurent coat or maybe it's really cold outside.  At first, I didn't realise it was him.  I thought Harry was my dad until I actually saw Dad following him. 

I could keep on watching them for a long time without being bored, but the smell brings me back to the kitchen.  I arrive just in time to take the first waffles out of the oven before they get too burnt.  I slide them gently on a metal rack to let them cool before I pour more batter in the oven to bake another batch.  I turn to the coffee machine and decide to get it ready for when Dad gets back.  I, then, look for the kettle to boil Harry some water too.

A couple of minutes later, I hear the garage door close and the men are getting in the basement.  My father talks about making a fire to warm the house and it's my cue to serve their hot beverage.  Mom wakes up at the same time and I can tell she is all smitten under the smell of fresh brewed coffee and the waffles baking.  She comes to me for a hug and thanks me for preparing breakfast.

"I've made some coffee if you want some.  I've also boiled some water if you prefer tea, I know Harry does."  I inform her as I get the baked waffles out to pour batter in the oven again.

"Speaking of Harry...  Where are they?" She asks and joins me to my counter to help me.

"Downstairs, I think Dad's making a fire.  They were outside chopping woods together."  I smile to her as she leans next to me on the counter to get more comfortable. 

She will clearly not help me, I know that look, she is curious. 

"So?"  She grins at me widely, making her intentions pretty clear.  "Harry is nice..."

"And..."  I mirror her smirk, being amused by her reaction which is clearly opposite at the first impressions Dad got of H.

"He is soooo kind... and sweet... and handsome.  We had a lovely chat yesterday before the big blow up between you and Stephane."

"Yeah...  Sorry about that."  I apologise and think back on what she just told me.  "Lovely, hum?"

"That's how he qualified it."  She lifts her shoulders and lets them down quickly before taking her mug to sip carefully her coffee.