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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 12:29:11 GMT -5
He frowned, thinking back but not recalling any other moment when Marianne had seen him like this.
"Are you sure? It's been a long time."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 12:30:25 GMT -5
*She nodded.*
"You, Amelie, Olivier and I had a picnic in the garden; don't you remember?"
*In truth, Olivier had been at school, and none of the other 'attendees' had been there. Marianne had been imagining things again and the doctor had given her an extra dose of laudanum that night.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 13:16:27 GMT -5
If it were possible for the ghost to feel a chill, he would have.
"No, my darling. I don't." He said quietly.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 14:14:44 GMT -5
*She furrowed her brows, shaking her head.*
"But you were there, you and Amelie, the both of you! They tried to tell me you were gone, but they're wrong, they're all wrong..."
*Just as she was beginning to get worked up about it, Olivier ran around the corner.*
"Maman, thank God, there you are..."
*Marianne reeled to face him.*
"You're not my son!"
*Olivier's face fell.* "I... it was a mistake. Come with me, Madame. The twins are waiting for you."
*Marianne frowned.* "They'll be fine; I left them sleeping. I was just talking with my husband..." *She motioned to where Marc stood, but Olivier just stared blankly at the spot. He couldn't see.*
"Madame, the nurse asked me to fetch you."
"Who are you anyway? You're not in livery, so you're not a servant, but you should know not to interrupt somebody's conversation!"
*Olivier looked crestfallen, even though she'd been this way as long as he could remember.*
"Madame, there isn't anybody there."
"What are you talking about? Of course there's..."
*But when she turned in Marc's direction again, she couldn't see him any longer.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 15:04:58 GMT -5
Olivier.
Marc's only memory of him was that of a babe in his mother's arms. It was almost impossible to believe that the young man standing there was, in fact, his son.
Everyone spoke of Olivier...but where was Amelie?
"Olivier."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Dec 30, 2008 22:54:39 GMT -5
*Olivier could have sworn he'd heard his name. He looked closer at the spot where his mother claimed to have seen the father he didn't remember, but still saw nothing. He shook his head and turned to Marianne, laying a gentle but insistent hand on her shoulder.*
"Madame, the twins need you." *His eyes were kind, a hybrid of her own and her husband's with their dark blue hue. This much she responded to--perhaps she recognized something of her son in them. As he led her away, he couldn't help but to throw a look over his shoulder as if to look for his father. But he'd grown up fatherless and looking after his mad mother--whatever he'd been expecting to find, he quickly reminded himself that it was impossible.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Dec 31, 2008 10:04:03 GMT -5
He watched, sadly, as they moved away. It had been too much to hope that both of them could see him, yet he'd still wanted it so. There was so much of Olivier's life that he missed. Well, no more. He was back, such as that was, and he wasn't going anywhere .
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