The next morning came soon enough. Elda had been wide awake since 5:00 am baking in the kitchen. There was baking flour on her hair while she pushed down on the rolling pin with all her might and with Spuddles in the corner on his bed next to the burning stove. “Spuddles, I suppose if you and I moved around more we’d get back our girlish figures. But we’re having too much fun in the kitchen.” said Elda. Spuddles meowed like an old dying cat but he wasn’t. Trixie was circling beneath Elda, brushing and swishing her tail against Elda’s legs purring away. Trixie maintained her figure because she spent a good amount of her time hunting in the vast property Johnathan and Catherine owned.
Johnathan strolled in with a happy go lucky mood, “Good morning Elda.” giving her a peck on her rosy cheeks. Elda never went anywhere without her rouge and lipstick except for when she washed her face. Then she reapplied everything and said, “Voila”. Spunky, isn’t she?
“Have I mentioned Elda how lucky we are that you take care of us so impeccably well?” “Yes you have Johnathan, but I don’t mind you saying it again.” responded Elda. “We are the luckiest and happiest that you take care of us so well and how I look forward to your scrumptious morning cinnamon buns.” While pouring his hot coffee, Jonathan took a big bite of one and couldn’t help himself to put another on his plate.
“Is Catherine coming down?”
“She is, but she was writing away early this morning.”
“Well Miranda inspired us all.” said Elda.
Meanwhile in Miranda’s corner of her very vibrant life. Her and Stuart were on their way to pick up her father, who was visiting for the holidays. Since Miranda’s mother’s passing he hasn’t been quite himself for a very long time. Miranda was hoping that the girls could help her cheer up their grandfather Wesley.
The girls were up till 1:00 am in the morning giggling and teasing each other. Personally, I can’t imagine my mood without eight hours of Rem sleep. They came strolling into the kitchen like wild ponies with their hair matted and disheveled. Karen went straight to Elda and gave her grandmother a quick peck on the cheek.
Aubrey and Natalie sat at the kitchen table already dressed. Both were looking around the the large kitchen. Aubrey could smell the fresh coffee brewing. She and Natalie learned to drink coffee visiting with their grandparents. At the age of five and six they each sat next to their Grandfather Wesley, while patiently waiting, they each took their turn blowing into a teaspoon of coffee; the reward was drinking it. This occurred about 20 times and each of the girls felt brighter, stronger and even happier. At the age of five and six this was a powerful potion, a remedy to make each of girls feel more whimsical and ethereal. That reminds me of my days with my grandfather and the coffee potion.
Karen sat at the table with Aubrey and Natalie.
“Well, your just in time, you couldn’t have planned it better. I’ve scrambled some eggs and there’s ham and my secret recipe for my cinnamon buns. Come to this table get yourself a plate and serve yourselves as much as you’d like.” said Elda.
Elda set up a breakfast buffet style with her finest china. She wasn’t the kind of woman who would let the fine china go to waste sitting in the China cabinet gathering dust. “Beautiful plates were meant to start off our day and end our day with a delicious meal.” said Elda
As Elda served herself more coffee Aubrey couldn’t wait, “Mrs. Wellsworth Natalie and I enjoy a little coffee with our breakfast and mother has given us permission to drink it only on the weekends.”
“Very well then pick your cups and allow me to serve you your morning coffee.” All the three girls were smiling placing their beautiful rose tea cups on their saucer plates waiting patiently for Elda to serve them coffee. Aubrey took her’s black. Which didn’t surprise me. Natalie and Karen served themselves the fresh cream and a cube of sugar.
Elda looked at the girls and smiled under her happy breath. They certainly had worked up an appetite from all the giggling and running around in the middle of the night.
Then Elda sipped her coffee and started…
“I remember when your grandfather and I took our first trip to Paris. It was a magical time in those days. Well, I suppose it still is. Paris never loses it’s appeal. The arts, the food, the architecture is just incredible. Your grandfather spoke more French then I did. But I spoke better Spanish then he did. We each had our ways of mingling with the people and visited some very dear friends of ours. After Colin retired from his practice, he and Sofie did a very daring thing, they moved to Paris after all their kids grew up.”
“Well Colin and Sofie suggested that we eat at L’Orangerie. Your grandfather and I dressed up for the occasion. This was a very expensive and notable restaurant run by Chef Francois. Colin and Sofie had made our reservations at least a month a head of time before our trip to Paris. I was thinner, but I always filled in my dresses in the right places as your grandfather always complimented me.”
the story continues after a well deserved Christmas break and by the way “Happy New Year” Yes, 2017! ~ Natalie
Writer’s notes: I thought my readers might appreciate this. Well, I was going along typing the story when suddenly I saw the name Colin. You might have seen it as well, before the editing. I thought, “Colin.” Well, who is Colin? And then I remembered, Colin was changed to Stuart. Stuart is married to Miranda. I love that name Colin, oh, he sounds quite the man? Lol
Of course that doesn’t mean I would forget a good man’s name. Let me think, Colin, Bob, Aaron, George, Tony, Paul? Winston Churchill that name was so catchy, it’s already taken. I could have used that good name for a good man in my story…
Oh, don’t worry about the next paragraph, when obviously there’s so much more to take place. And I have another idea, it’s a surprise. Stay tuned in my readers. Oh, I’m just as happy as Miranda is and poor Catherine she was outnumbered by Karen, Elda, Johnathan, Spuddles and Trixie. Feel free to leave me a comment. ~ Natalie