Village Squire, 1975-12, Page 35right place. R was fine with him as he was
bone weary from the long trip.
The front door was situated between
interesting groups of windows and the
heaviness of it impressed me as I pushed it
open. As I entered, I immediately sensed
something was wrong; there was nothing
under my feet. 1 could feel myself soaring
through the air like a duck with his wings
clipped. I landed heavily face down on the
cafe floor. I rose as daintily as possible,
gathered my purse and contents that were
scattered on the floor and looked around.
There was a bar maid staring suspiciously
and I strode in her direction.
Like a flash it dawned on me, Why did I
come in to check? I can't even speak
French. My repertoire is kitchen style and I
can't ask for a pound of potatoes here.
Well, I was there so I made the best of it
and started my dialogue.
The bar maid, I'd swear, worked there
off season. The rest of the year she must
have done the complete harvesting herself.
I have never been inspired by muscle men
but she sure impressed me. She studied
me thoroughly and with sudden terror I
realized she thought I was drunk or
demented. I had visions of falling through
that door again but with her guiding me.
Eventually I convinced her I was not a
dangerous type, only a foreigner. Her eyes
took on the casual look of tolerance and she
showed me our rooms.
When she left I studied our charming
quarters like an artist surveying his
masterpiece. I had made it and each step
was worth the ettdrt. I was truly glad that I
had not wasted time with my hands as they
would be hidden with band aids now. (The
old floor had many splinters.) Minutes
,later my family joined me and we were
engulfed with the magic of the occasion.
Later that evening after a meal that must
have been conjured by a Queen's cook I
gazed thoughtfully at my husband and
when he smiled at me the memories of the
ill-mannered car and the sunken floor
floated from my mind like cigarette smoke
out a car window.
You know, after telling this tale I'm
really not concerned with finnesse and
polish anymore as they are mere words in
a dictionary An old saying keeps coming
before me. "To suffer is to have lived."
it is written
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