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Rosalie had taken the news of moving back to New York rather well, but I don’t think she really understood that it was the place where bad things had happened to her, that it was the place that my father had lived.
The first thing she asked me was if Joy, the nanny, was coming. I couldn't really describe how it made me feel.
Clara : I mean between Illia, Ms. Beck and Joy he has run the gambit on female help.
LiLe : He also jokingly had Lucie be his maid till he married her
Clara : That’s right. Where does he find these desperate women whoa willing to do menial domestic work --
LiLe : Oh, and you
Clara : er. . .
^This pretty much sums up my thoughts on this serial.
Emile and I had agreed to meet at a small bakery with wireless so I was able to catch up on some of my work. Rosalie spent the whole time answering questions about things she and Joy liked to do together. She hated the sprinkles on her cupcake and insisted on removing them one by one separating them by color.
Rosalie is a little OCD as well. Maybe OCD isn’t the right term to use.
Emile wandered into the bakery a little bit before noon, he seemed surprised to see us so early. He ordered a coffee and sat next to Rosalie
LiLe : Clara, some people commented that Rosalie shouldn’t be eating a cupcake so early in the day
Clara : I feel bad for being a bad mother and dissapearing so she can have whatever she wants.
Next time on Dr. Phil . . .
“Early morning ?”, he asked
“Yes, I wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible.”
“Is it really that bad ?”
I thought about this, “I suppose not, the quiet is nice but the tension is getting to me.”
“I’m sure it is”, Emile said suggestively through his coffee, “how are the realms of teaching higher education.”
Emile : But, Since there isn’t any hot you-killed-someone-lovin’ going on I’ll move on.
“Wonderful. . . challenging at times. Much more than 6th grade. Although most of my superiors are old men who still think of me as Martin's Little girl.”
He took another sip of his coffee glancing at Rosalie before asking his next question.
“Clara, if you need any help regarding your father’s passing…I will help you.”
“Emile, do you think I’m guilty.”, I challenged him
Emile : YERP
“I-it doesn’t matter and to be honest I don’t want to know. Don’t think I haven’t offered the same helping hand to Fierro.”
Cause Emile thinks he's guilty too.
“But it does matter Emile. You're a trustworthy man I want your honest opinion. Which one of us do you believe killed him ?"
"I still need some time to think. . . observe, if you will."
"That's fair. Though you won't have much time since Mr. Fierro and Rose are coming back to New York with me.”
“Couldn’t this wait till after the holidays ? Perhaps let this fade”
“Emile, I know he is up to something. Besides do you think Detective Rainer will wait? ”
“I guess not.”, he took a sip of coffee. , “Perhaps I can visit while university is on break, my parents haven’t stopped calling me to come visit since I moved.”
Okay,
I needed an excuse for Emile to join in. I wanted to write more of him. Sure, his parents just HAPPEN to live in the area. Sue me.
“Rosalie, can you order me another coffee ?”, I asked her to get her out of earshot
She
was apprehensive at first but eventually gave in. The girl behind the counter
had gushed over how adorable Rosalie’s outfit was.
Once she was preoccupied I turned back to Emile.
“I should tell you that years ago my grandfather bribed Rainer’ s father to close the case on a certain murder. Our families have been acquainted since then.”
I thought this was a interesting tidbit.
“Really ? Does Fierro know?”
“I don’t think so and as you know he does like to keep his grudges through generations.”
Really, Clara. I'm sure there are more Hot Italian Princes you could date. Or maybe just a stock broker ?
“I’m sure that will keep you busy”,’
So Clara thinks she might have to stop Mr. F from going all Revenge-y on Rainer.
After
a short trip to the toy store and children’s clothing boutique we headed back
to the house. In the day light I could now see a curved driveway that lead to
the four-car garage out back.
Yep, Clara bought her more stuff. They are trying to buy Rose’s love.
I took my time in what had to be the world’s cleanest garage. The shelves were made of wood and lined with every car necessity standing in perfect order. Before my feet could touch the ground I heard footsteps as the garage opened.
Lolz, Mr. F
I pulled myself back into the car as Mr. Fierro entered. I slid lower down into my seat until I could see just over the dashboard.
Just then the low stero sound of Moonlight Sonata filled the garage. Just when I thought my cell phone had come back to life, Mr. Fierro stopped for a second he may have rolled his eyes and took a cell phone from his pocket.
They have the same ringtone, aww.
“What”, his voice was colder than usual
He listened for several seconds and I assumed cut the person off.
I can’t remember if I wrote out the other side of this conversation. Here we go
Claudia : The police just took my family into custody. This is the only call I can make. She wants to know where Clara is---
“I don’t care I told you never to call me—“
He was silent, his eyes darted around the garage, as if he was bring watched.
Claudia : What if she finds out about the poision we put in the sco--
“Do not worry—“
The person on the other line cut him off
Claudia : I CAN NOT GO TO JAIL
“Everything will be fine, do not even think about crossing me.”
. Frustrated he started the silver Vanquish, carefully rolling over the phone and then setting the car in gear and speeding off leaving track marks on the garage floor and effectively crushing the phone to pieces.LIKE A BOSS ?
Not wanting to let me out of his sight, Mr. Fierro had enacted his plans for moving rather quickly(as I expected). With Rosalie out of the house with me, it gave Joy more time to finish packing, a task I was more than happy to help her with
“Have fun with Rose?”, Joy asked while wrapping a glass candy dish. He constant smile was so unnerving
“Yes, sorry to leave you with all the packing.”
“It’s fine. I’ve heard wonderful things about Rochester I can't wait to see it for myself..”
“So you’ll be coming then.”, I said more to myself.
Clara : This Bitch
“Of course”, she said with her usual smile, “It would be hard to break into a new nanny. You don’t mind do you ?”
“No, Rosalie really adores you. Speaking of which her room is next.”
Rosalie was nervously walking around her room. Placing everything into piles trying to decide what to pack. As she went through everything she occasionally showed me some of her favorite dresses or books she was learning to read.
Even though I smiled along I had the feeling we were both putting on an act.
Rose is trying to make her mother love her.
Next Time On Dr. Phil (Okay, I'll stop)
She helped me pack up her books, clothes and trinkets. The last things to be packed were the large amount of stuffed animals on the bottom shelf.
I’m not even going to say it.
It was easier to separate them by types of animal. Bears, kittens,wildlife, fish and dogs. I continue sorting when I came across one that I wasn’t sure where to place.
“That’s the small one”, Rosalie told me as I stared at the animal.
“You have a bigger one ?”, I said trying to stuff it into the box along with the countless other things she had.
“No”, she laughed, “It was floating . it’s too big and can’t walk on it’s own.”
“What do you mean ?”, I said noting Rosalie wasn't one for a big imagination.
“People have to carry it on strings so it doesn’t get hurt.”
I stopped and looked at the stuffed animal again.
“Like a balloon.. . In a parade. Rosalie, when did you see this ? . . . was it on TV”
“No, I could almost touch it—“
She suddenly became very quiet and went back to packing her books. I don’t think she knew that I was aware she was hiding something from me.
“You saw that balloon at a parade. Is this what you weren’t supposed to tell me”
. I went to sit next to her peering down to see she was trying not to cry. She would always get in trouble if she cried.
Oh, this poor child.
“Rose, it’s okay you can tell me.”
“No”, she shook her head, “I’m not supposed to tell. I’m never supposed to tell”
“Yes you can, honey. I’m your mother I love you I promised I wouldn’t let anything else hurt you please tell me.”
“NO”
So, Rose is still bitter because Clara did let bad things happen to her. While on the other hand when Mr. F finds out that Martin hurt Rose, he tries to kill him. (That escalated quickly) Rose of course never supposed to tell anyone about this.
I
actually don’t think Pikachu is used in the parade anymore but I needed to find
an iconic character that Clara would recognize as being in the parade. I could
have gone with Snoopy but he’s not as cute. Also Clara being a semi-nerd should have known who Pikachu was.
Whatever the hell was going on I didn’t have to or want to put Rosalie in the middle of it.
“Joy can I talk to you”
“I’m sorry ma’am I’m working.”
“Joy, Please”
She pressed her lips together and slowly shook her head, then turned her attention back to Rosalie who was still crying in her arms.
"Goddammit, Joy", I shouted to her hitting my foot so hard into the floor there was a dent. I had lost my temper but they were messing with my daughter. As I made my way down the stairs Rosalie started crying harder.
Clara’s
getting possesive. Also someone cursed DRINK. I think the most cursing happens in JNRR
She was trying to get away.
I
had scared her. . she was afraid. . .terrified of me. I was turning into
my father. I need other characters to adopt Rose, ASAP.
I turned on the step and headed back upstairs I went to sort my thoughts out in the guest room while Joy and Rosalie finished packing her room. I found the half full bottle of wine I had been drinking last night under my suitcase
I had convinced myself that Rosalie was safe here, than with me.
I hated to think that maybe I had been wrong.
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You would have never t thought it possible for four people to be so silent in one house. I had fallen asleep after Rosalie’s breakdown, well I actually passed out but either way it was peaceful.
Clara you drunkard
My alarm clock woke me up at 6 a.m and for the first time in a few days I took the time to put on my make up and style my hair. There were dark lines underneath my eyes
They are getting on a charter plane, so Clara wants to look nice.
I rolled my suitcase down stairs where Rosalie was waiting with Joy. Mr. Fierro had not arrived back home until very late last night even knowing we were leaving so early in the morning. He was moving strangely slow that morning checking each room before locking the doors to the house for the last time.
He
went to get an engagement ring. I regret so much of what happens next.
The only thing I think he really cared about, the entire contents of the glass house, had been carefully shipped to his new house, a Victorian farmhouse in rural Monroe County.
Once we arrived at the airport Rosalie dragged Joy off to buy her breakfast leaving Mr. Fierro and I alone in the airport lounge.
It was actually a comfortable space with a few business types, aimlessly reading the news.
“I know you lied to me”, I finally said
“How so?”, he said taking my hand. he leaned in to keep our whispered conversation private.
“Rosalie told me about the Thanksgiving Day Parade, you know the one in New York City, the same city on the same day my father was murdered in. I can’t believe you forced her a to lie to me.”
“I can assure you will get nothing more out of me or anyone else on the matter.”
I turned to face him eye to eye.
“My father died on Thanksgiving in his New York City office and for all intent and purposes you were there.”
“It’s a large city and I’m sure your family had dinner together that day, perhaps you followed him back to his office, Ms. DeLune or should I call you Clarice?”
I had left my (Clarice’s ) passport in the car before arriving. He must have seen it while getting my luggage for me. I would be hard pressed to appear innocent by leaving the country with a false identity.
“Maybe we can help each other”, I offered.
Muse : Relieve some of dat tension
LiLe : no
Muse : I'm not going stop till I get something
LiLe : Nothing Happens
Muse : Nothing happens means hand stuff. (okay, that's from HIMYM)
“Are you under the impression that I trust you ?”
“You don’t ?”
“Women are cruel and unpredictable in that nature”
I mean just look what Lucie did.
“Why would I want to hurt you, Mr. Fierro ?”
“For her.” ,he said, “For Rosalie you would do anything”
Mr. F knows he would.
“You don't know me that well”
Ummm, that makes Clara look bad.
“ Ms. DeLune”, his temper was rising, “If you must be this way, fine.You think I killed your father fine. However my intelligence out measures yours and unless you continue to play nice you may be forced to spend till the end of days rotting away in prison if it means saving myself. Perhaps asking me to move closer was the biggest mistake you have ever made.”
He held onto my hand tighter his ring digging into my skin, eliciting a slight whimper of pain from me before letting go.
Wow, he should have been this mean to her in LL.
Rosalie and Joy reappeared carrying some much needed coffee. I watched as Mr. Fierro whispered something to Rosalie his eyes occasionally going in my direction. After a while. Rosalie climbs into my lap with a stuffed Elephant she seemed to favor.
Orginally I had this written in, but he whispers for Rose to “Play nice with Mommy.”
"This is Melody", she said indicating the elephant
"Pretty name", I said happy that she wasn't afraid of me anymore, or at least pretending to be.
It
has a musical name ! get it ?
Yes, Raggedy Ann got kicked to the curve but she was a remnant of Lucie and this isn’t Lucie’s story.
The small plane only carried a handful of people. I wanted to sit next to Rosalie but decided it was better not to leave Joy to deal with Mr. Fierro’s temper. I tried to keep my attention on the cheap novel I was reading but I knew I had to find a way to get out of this arrangement.
Clara's reading a fifty shades knock off.
The farmhouse was in terrible shape but structurally sound. I had to ignore a tinge of jealousy when Rosalie took Joy’s hand as they approached the house. A few of the express items had been sent to the house already littered the floor.
I picked up one of the boxes with Rosalie’s name on it placed on foot on the creaky stairs.
So, in HOF it says the characters never go back to Chautauqua so I decided to send them to Rural upstate New York. I guess Mr. F could have stayed in a hotel in Rochester but I didn’t for a few reasons.
"Rose, why don't you help me unpack."
She looked up questioningly at Joy who gave her a slight push in my direction her arms fully wrapped around her stuffed animal.
Once up the stairs she chose one of the larger rooms far away from the stairs.
As I helped her organize, or more she helped me organize, I started to dread what I would have to tell her next.
“Rosalie”, I said putting the finishing touches on her tea set, “I have to leave.”
I kissed her forehead and kept the light on before leaving her door ajar. I tried to be quiet going down the stairs which was an impossible feat. As I turned on the second platform I saw Mr. Fierro walk into one of the entry way parlors, I turned to follow him stopping once I saw what was on the floor.
“Why can’t we put this behind us ?", I said standing up, "The truth for once. Why were you in New York ?”
“Tell me Ms. DeLune,What were your last moments with your father like ? What exactly transpired that last time the entire DeLune family was together ? Thanksgiving was it ? Martin’s last supper as it were.”
“If I could stay here.. . would you let me ?”, I asked.
“I don’t think that would be wise, what would you tell your family ?”
BURN
“Please, I’m begging you whatever you are holding over Rosalie just let her be. Let her be happy.”
“You insult me, Ms. DeLune I want nothing more than her happiness.”
Which is why she can't tell you that Martin kidnapped her and that I sent him poison scotch. But other than that it's pretty much good times.
“What about what you said in England about you and I”
About them having a “second chance”
“ I'd rather not dwell on such things. It is difficult, being back here brings up a lot of memories. I still have a lot of thinking to do So much time has passed and it is not something I want to deal with anymore.”
Yeah, Mr. F hasn't had the best luck with love. So, yeah I was not on the Clierro love train at all for this.
I couldn't bring myself to move or say something. I didn't want his words to hurt me but they did.
“Goodnight then.” I walked faster to the door realizing I was about to cry.
aww, ): . Why do I create male characters who don't deserve their female counteparts. WHY !
I stood on the porch realizing I didn’t have a way to get back. I didn’t have the nerve to ask for a ride and I thought about how peaceful it would be to walk 37 miles.
The sun had completely fallen when I saw a set of headlights and a red and white cab pulled up.
Mr. F saw her outside and called a cab. Dude ? At least drive her home.
+++
The pre paid cab drive from the farm to my mother’s house was approximately 32 minutes. All I really wanted to do was head back to Clarice's house and fall into bed but I hadn’t seen my mother since the funeral.
Remeber she lives with Clarice.
I made my way to the front door knowing my mother was probably asleep. My childhood bedroom was still in tact maybe I would sleep there for the night. .
I knocked on my mother's bedroom door and opened it, finding her untouched bed on the other side. I sprinted down to Clarence’s room and was met with the same scene.
“Mother ! Clarence !”, I called with no return.
I grabbed the phone and dialed Clarice where it went straight to voicemail. I called Claudia’s home next and still no one picked up.
911 seemed to be my only option, but begrudgingly I called Detective Rainer instead.
“Rainer”, she answered.
“Where the hell is my family”
Clara
sure is blunt. Also DRINK ! ( I think that's like the third curse.)
“Clara,is that you ?”
“Yes, where are they”
“Oh, right. . .They’ve all been taken into custody”
“What for ?”
“Obstruction of justice”, she said matter –of-faculty,"I've been looking for you and they seemed to forget where you were"
“They
didn’t know where I was. You have to let them go… no forget it I’m coming down
there.”
“Don’t worry I’ve already sent someone to collect you”
“While I’m on the phone can I ask what this is about ?”
“The flowers Clara.”
“What flowers”
“The pretty pink ones that were in a vase on your mother's counter. I saw them when I went to deliver the news of your father’s death to your mother. She said they had been sent to you."
I looked over to where a blue and white china patterned vase had stood. Every week I refreshed it with a new arrangement of flowers that were sent to my last known address.
So, Mr. F and Rose were sending Clara poisonous flowers.
“They were a gift.”, I said honestly.
“From whom ?”
Oh, you know my Not!Dead Baby-Daddy.
Next time on Maury
“. . .A secret admirer.”
“We’ll talk more about that later.”
Blue and red lights filtered through the windows and I hung up the phone and stepped outside. The lights blinded me and I vaguely registered them yelling at me to stop moving. They didn’t cuff me this time and maybe because Rainer wasn't there they were nicer.
I leaned against the window as we headed downtown, more lies spinning in my head.
Thursday Nov. 26th
Dear Cal
I left New York City as soon as soon as I could, our deal still stands even though nothing went according to plans. All that matters is Martin is dead.
AMF
+++
December 1st
Dear Cal
Far be It from me to want to further separate Rosalie from her mother, however it will be an extremely cold day in hell before I find myself charged with murder.
+++
Dear, Cal
I have just recently arrived back in New York. Ms. DeLune is now aware that I was in New York City when Martin was murdered. She may be getting closer to the truth, but she knows nothing about us.
I 've devised a way to keep her quiet and learn all her secrets.
AMF
Rainer read the letters that had been anonymously placed in her office mailbox.
Derek
did this. Did I give Derek a last name. Right it was Locke. Did I give Clarice
and Colin a last name ? Derek did this because he is mad that Claudia wants to leave him.
She looked up from the mail as a very tired Clara DeLune was being signed out of police custody, again.
Beside Rainer knew Clara wasn’t dangerous, but maybe if she let her go she would get just enough string to hang herself with
+1+
So we are skipping around in time. This is all after Clara is released from custody.all of this past
M-O-Z-A-R-T
I looked at the word on the white washed board the black dry erase marker was shaking in my hands.
Why had I written Mozart on the board ? What the hell had I been talking about ?
Clara are you drunk again ?
Clara : LiLe, you're my best ahfudikcjl-
My eyes shifted to the corner where Dr. Witten the head of the Music department at Rochester University was sitting. The one day he decided to sit in on my class and this had to happen.
I underlined “Mozart” for effect and put the cap on the marker.
So when you want to make a point but have nothing to say just underline. Also MOTIVE.
Rainer seemed to be full of herself last night when I was escorted into the station. I had looked around expecting to see my mothers or sisters. If my father was still alive he would have been able to pull strings to have them all out before they were even arrested.
“I’m here”, I had said to Rainer, “Please let my family go.”
“They are just filling out some paperwork, I need you to come with me.”
She led me into the strangely comfortable interrogation room and I took what I was starting to become my usual seat.
“So”, she said recapping, “You tell me you are innocent then the next day you mysteriously leave for 2 days. Do you see how that might make you look guilty ? And not only that but you have a ‘secret admirer’ who sent you the exact flowers your father was killed with the same week he died.”
“Can’t you just find out where the flowers are from ?”, I said
“Do you know how many florist in the United States would allow oleander arrangement deliveries”
“No”
“None.”, she said, “ I'm thinking you brought the seeds you grew the flowers and use them to poison your father.”
“First”, I said sitting up, “I’ve been living in New York for six months. The cold weather would have killed the plants. Second I don’t even have my own home let alone a gard-“
“You seem to know a lot about how to grow oleanders.”
Clara : Crap. He is rubbing off on me.
Muse : What's rubbing ?
LiLe : NO
There were three knocks on the door and Juliet was let in. I could swear she knew there was something different about me when she walked in. Like she suddenly knew I wasn’t on her side but I wanted her on mine.
Right, so I needed something to happen while Clara was in custody so I just wrote a filler scene. Actually Juliet was created to be filler to help the mystery move along.
“She knows him.”, Juliet said, “The man in the eighth sketch but she doesn't trust him”
“Who is he ?”, Rainer asked Juliet though I wondered what sketch she was referring to.
“I couldn’t get that far”, Juliet said narrowing her eyes.
"Try again", Rainer insisted
"I can't. . . I'm tired."
Juliet is a little bit on Clara’s side. She likes that she is different.
Rainer paced around the room and turned back to Juliet
“Fine, get home I’ll deal with Ms. DeLune”
“She won’t tell you”, Juliet said gathering her things, “She loves him , she think she can help him, she thinks she can replace. . . someone but she can’t she’s wrong.”
“Stay the hell out of my mind”, I finally said I realized my anger may have been directed at the wrong person
“Clara”, Rainer said in a soft patronizing voice, “I want to help you and your family. If this man did kill your father you have to tell me.”
I groaned at the sight of Claudia’s husband Derek. He was a lawyer and compared to Colin he was 10 times less likable.
All Derek’s are evil. Actually and male name that ends in “K” is evil. Yes, Derek is the name of Toma's drug dealer in SA
“May I help you ?”, Rainer said knowing a lawyer when she saw one.
Okay, this is a mistake cause Rainer would have taken Derek into custody with Claudia. I guess he was out of town.
“I’m Clara’s lawyer and once again Detective because Clara is not under arrest I’m taking her home. . . come along Clara.”
Derek pulled my chair out and even though I had never been fond of Derek I decided to listen to him
“Next time Clara”, Rainer said, “Next time you won’t be leaving out the front door.”
CLICHE !
I turned back at her words to see her flipping through her mailbox.
I
let myself breathe as Derek lead me outside the precinct where my mother was
waiting.
“Clara you can’t just leave like that. I don’t care how old you are a mother wants to know where her child is and that she is safe at all times.”
“Believe me I know Mother.”
Our reunion was interrupted by Claudia who had felt the need to take over the family being the eldest daughter and all. She looked as if she had been dressed for a party when they took her into custody.
“Clara they put us in a holding cell. How could you be so irresponsible? Where were you ?”
“I’m sorry Claudia. I –I just needed space.”
She stepped up to me with her arms folded.
“I don’t care Clara you don’t abounded us. Go home with Clarice and Colin, go to work tomorrow and do not get into anymore trouble. Whatever Detective Rainer has on you Derek will take care of it.”
Because Derek knows that I colluded with Mr. Fierro to kill our father so I could get my daughter's inheritance. Which should be Rose's because she is a blood-relative, but Mr. Fierro is willing to stay quiet for half of the money.
“Alright”, I said not faltering under my sisters gaze.
Colin and Clarice called for a car to take us back to their house. The children were staying with their paternal relatives while things were being worked out. Clarice sat in the back seat with me trying to improve the situation.
“It wasn’t even that bad, it was like being in a hospital waiting room.”, Clarice said, "Claudia had a fit the whole time. It was actually kind of funny"
Clarice is the nice one. I orgnially wanted her to be the murderer but I thought it would be to predictable.
I tried not to think about it and yet I had right in the middle of my own lecture of all places. I drew another line under “Mozart” and turned back to the class.
For super emphasis use TWO lines. MOTIVE
They were all staring at me and I was still coming up blank.
“I think that is going to be it for the day”, before I could finish the classroom half of them were already packed and whispering as they walked out.
“Dr. DeLune?”
Dr. Cardall called me over to where he was sitting. To say classical music was a boys club was an understatement. I know I needed to prove myself to my colleagues and I had been off my game lately.
Cardall
is a musican who I used a lot in LL. OMG, his name is Dr. Witten in the first part of this chapter. OHHH
“Yes ?”, I said gathering my books and thankful I had dressed modestly in dark jeans and a button-up.
“Today’s lecture was. . . short”
“I’m sorry. I’m just trying to get back to the swing of things. “
“Should I take it two mourning days weren’t enough”
Hell no that wasn't enough time.
Clara is just cursing all over the place. DRINK (4 ?)
“No”, I said, “It was fine.. . it won’t happen again.”
“Everyone at the university considered your father’s death a great lost to the music community. It is an honor to have you here but we need all of you here.”
“I’m sorry it won’t happen again”, was all I could say
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the entertain
My boots crunched in the dry leaves and the door to the house was ajar. As I pushed it open I heard the broken notes of “The Entertainer” coming down the stairs. I followed the sound around the stair case till I reached what I took as the piano room.
I pushed the door open and saw Joy sitting in a rocking chair by the window watching as Rosalie studied the white washed upright piano before her. Rosalie pressed her fingers to the piano playing Scott Joplin with amazing precision.
Like mother like daughter. I kind of regret giving Rose the same talent as Clara but whatever.
I jumped as I felt a pair of cold hands rest on my forearms. I turned around not quite ready to look Mr. Fierro in the eyes.
“Joy did a wonderful job teaching her”, I said admiring her technique though her hands were still small.
“She was never taught anything”, he said stepping closer to me
Yerp, Rose is a prodigy like Clara. No creative brain cells used there.Suddenly Rosalie hit a string of wrong notes she tried again to play but quickly lost it. I moved to go and help her but Mr. Fierro held me back.
“It’s best not to get in her way when she is like this.”
With frustration Rosalie stamped her foot and picked up the song book hurling it at Joy.
“She can’t just throw tantrums like that”, I said, “It is completely uncalled for”
“leave it be for now”, he said pulling me away from the door just as I heard a vase break followed by something hitting the door.
They
become better parents. I swear.
I followed him back around the stairs and into the hall.
“Do you know where I’ve been all night”, I asked folding my arms.
Muse : Mr. F : In my mostly x-rated dreams dreams ?
LiLe : NO !
“No, should I ? ”
“I was being questioned by Detective Rainer and her psychic. Why did you have to send me those oleanders?”
“I sent them to you, I didn’t tell you to kill your father with them.”
Cause that's totally what Mr. Fierro did.
“If I hear one more person tell me I killed my father I’m going to lose it.”, I was starting to get a headache, "you sent me poisonous flowers"
“I sent you beautiful flowers.”
“Mr. Fierro I don't think you understand. I loved my father, you didn’t. He was like a principle to you. After all he was supposed to be your son, He knows you’re supposed to be dead and about Rosalie. You had plenty of reasons to kill him”
Hit
him where it hurts Clara.
I looked at my watch, it was almost five and I needed to be at my mother's for dinner. . . oh and I needed to sleep and a nightcap..
Clara stop drinking.
“ I should get home”, I started yawning.
“Have a tour of the house, . DeLune”, he said leading me up the stairs.
Muse : YES !
LiLe
: Not quite and it's like the afternoon.
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Mr. Fierro stopped at one of the doors in the hall, as expected it was locked but he used a key to open the door. The room which was more of of an office suite smelled like dust, but it was clean and covered in top to bottom in antique dark furnishings.
There was a large bay stained glass window and shelves filled with books some of which actually looked new. As I stepped closer I noticed some of the books were about music. I turned back to the large desk that was in the side of the room with a sleek silver lamp on it.
The office was more like a suite, there were two doors on either side of the office, one of which had a silver "A" on it.
So basically the room is an living room/office space that connects two bedrooms together. The A on the door obviously stands for Addison. This was his way of keeping her close and also separate,
“You work fast”, I said once I was done admiring the room.
“Ms. DeLune I really do need to know everything you know regarding your father’s murder.”
Like if she knows that he made the poison that killed Martin.
“I don’t think I can trust you. I don’t want to put my family or myself at stake.”
“Ms. DeLune, what if all matters we shared between ourselves concerning your father’s death would have to remain between us. Safe from this Detective Rainer. You wouldn't have to concern yourself with me stabbing you in the back."
So, remember in LL how Mr. F didn't use contractions. GONE
Here it comes. LiLe’s second clichéd mystery plot line.
He was quiet for a while and sat down in he chair in front of the desk
“I’m worried.”, I said balancing edge of the desk.
“Don’t be.”
I sort of relaxed knowing the worst thing he could do was kill me and he couldn’t even do that.
DUDE, Okay I'm writing Clara a new love interest.
He
placed his hands on the table and stayed quiet till I looked him in his
lifeless muted eyes.
“What is it ?”, I said suddenly wide awake
He lifted his hand and underneath it was a tiny velvet red box, before I knew it he flipped open to show me a rose-gold ring with a circular white diamond in it. I wish I could say it was the biggest diamond I'd ever seen, but it was so beautiful.
“Marry me”, he asked.
Breathe, Clara
You haven't slept in 24 hours
No, Clara this is your chance to cut and run. You don't want this. OTHER FISH IN THE SEA.
I took the box in my hand tilting it slightly back and forth if only to distract myself. It was a beautiful ring one of a kind I imagined.
My thoughts were going a mile a minute and once I pulled myself together It was easy for me to answer.
“You don’t want to marry me”, I said setting it down.
“Let’s say we are expediting the inevitable.”, he said taking the ring out of the box and placing it closer to me. I started putting the pieces together.
Mr. F : I mean I did knock you up and everything. So we might as well *iz old fashioned*
“If you were my husband I couldn’t testify against you.”, I said staring at the ring, “Is this a confession”
“Not in the slightest”
But I am guilty. . . so yeah.
“But
if I say yes then you will assume that I did kill my father.”
“Trust me, Ms. DeLune you want this. I will confess my sins to you and you will confess all your sins to me. . . after we are married of course. Then we shall work together to cut any loose ends.” His tone was dark.
“Don’t you think I’m too young for you ?”, my thoughts going back to those terrible things Juliet had forced me to see.
“After a while that won’t matter.”, he answered
"You do love me don't you ?”
“Of course", he answered kissing my hand, "this study is my gift to you.”
Awww ?
He walked over to the door on the farside of the room behind the desk, it opened to reveal and empty bedroom. I looked back at the ring as he sat back down.
"You said you don't think about love anymore"
"I won't have to as long as I have you. After all it is the proper choice to make."
"It's the 21st century I don't have to marry you for propriety's sake"
Clara : But if it means we can get it on again. . . sure
"Yes, though you should"
For a moment I realized he wasn't asking me, he was convincing me.
"We could protect each other, Ms. DeLune It is only logical."
The truth about my father’s death weighed on me more than it ever had.My father was more trouble dead than he was alive.
I couldn’t believe I still loved him. . .my father, that is.
Clara : Is this that Elecktra complex ? I'm thinking about my Dad ? Do I even love Mr. F ?
LiLe : I actually don't know.
I realized several minutes had gone by and I still had not answered.
“Ms.DeLune, do you wish to be my wife ?”
“. . . I think I do.”
nice.
He slipped the ring on my finger, it was heavy but I didn't look at it. He kissed the side of my face.
"Forever ?", he whispered
"Forever"
Edward & Bell : HEY !
LiLe : Well . . .
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Dear Cal
It Worked
AMF
Okay, Mr. F you are on my S-List with Tomas now.
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Author's Note
In before, "OMG, LILE you said this would never happen"