Outing of the Heart (63 page)
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Authors: Lisa Ann Harper
It was Mrs. Sandrelli who responded to her knock. She told her she was expected and to go right down. She wasn't sure what to say, but since she and the older woman had met on a few occasions now, some sort of exchange was in order.
âI've brought lunch.' She held up the bag.
âOh, good. Wait,
uno momento
,' Serafina requested. âI cut up cantaloupe this morning. I give you a bowl to have for dessert.' She disappeared and returned soon, bearing a plastic bowl covered in saran wrap. âWill you be taking Tenille to the hospital?'
âThank you. Yes, after we've eaten.'
â
Bene
. Good. That much better than going by cab.' They said goodbye, Serafina returning to her kitchen; Sidonie proceeding to Tenille's quarters. She knocked gently on the door.
âCome in Sid. It's open,' Tenille's light, clear voice came floating through. Once inside, Sidonie rushed over to the bedside, dumping her gear as she ran. She knelt down and gathered Tenille's hands in hers.
âDarling. My darling. I'm so happy to be with you and so sorry you're hurt. I feel guilty I'm pleased this has kept you in Toronto, when I should be commiserating that you're not in Florida.' She was kissing Tenille's hands throughout this declaration all the while Tenille was looking ecstatically at her, feeling wonderful they were together again. With some tugging, pulling and manoeuvring, she managed to get her up onto the bed beside her. At last, with their bodies stretched out, they quietened down into dreamy contentment, holding each other close, hands gently caressing, murmured endearments soothing their stretched nerves and finally calming them.
Sidonie sat up and suggested Tenille tell her exactly what had happened whilst she prepared them a bite.
âSid, I've got very little in,' she bemoaned in consternation. âI let stocks run down, you know, thinking I'd not need anything.'
âWorry not, dear heart, you have Sid to the rescue. I bought us lunch,' she declared, triumphantly.
âOh, you wonderful, thoughtful girl; kiss me again before you go.' She reached up and pulled her back down.
âAll right. Just one,' Sidonie replied with mock severity. âOtherwise we'll run out of time ⦠What time are you supposed to check in, anyway?' extricating herself from clinging arms to head for the kitchenette.
Tenille watched her lithe body moving about in the confined space, reminding her of a caged animal; powerful energies scaled down, but capable of being unleashed. She loved feasting her eyes on this girl. The sunlight, pouring through the window above the sink, danced across the top of the fridge before sparking off her shimmering, golden head. Tenille's fascination was endless. Sidonie turned around and caught her watching. She laughed aloud. âA penny for them.'
âNo.' Tenille exclaimed perversely, âyou're too young and innocent.'
At that, she dropped the forks she'd been about to place next to the slices and made a running leap to the bed, landing heavily and making Tenille bounce on the mattress. She straddled her thighs with her knees and placing her hands on her shoulders began to shake her as she said: âWhat was that I heard? Too innocent did you say?' She moved her hands down and began to tickle her ribs. Tenille was beginning to feel helpless with laughter. âAnd what do you know about it Miss Smart Ass?' she growled.
This sudden release of energy directed at her, made Tenille's body leap with stimulation. She was ready to surrender herself, but totally, to her assailant's touch. Desire burned within her. She could feel her wetness and yearned for caresses; her passion wild. She reached up her arms to pull Sidonie down against her breasts, just as the girl, in one bound, leaped over the side of the bed, saying through her laughter: âNow look what you've made me do. Our coffee will be cold ⦠you temptress. It must be something to do with seeing you lying here ⦠on this bed.'
âI'm tempting you.' Tenille responded in mock indignation. âYou're the one parading your body in front of my eyes in those hip hugging, thigh revealing shorts ⦠not to mention that suggestive T-shirt,' she added archly.
âMy T-shirt, suggestive? You've got to be kidding,' Sidonie corrected as she brought their lunch over on a tray to the night table.
âYou should see it from my vantage point,' she teased. This made Sidonie stop dead and she knew her face had colored. She was embarrassed at this reference to her breasts, for although not large, they were very responsive where this woman was concerned.
Tenille, noticing the moment of discomfort, hastened to make amends. âJust funning you, Honey. Don't get serious.' She reached out and took her hand, pulling her gently to a sitting position. âWhat did you bring us? Show me.' She stroked Sidonie's back and was rewarded by seeing the bright lights return to her eyes, as she proudly set the tray before her.
âThe cantaloupe is courtesy of Mrs. S.' She was back to her usual, carefree self. âShe obviously wanted you to have a well-balanced meal.' She collected the other pillow for Tenille's lap. âMrs. S. likes you a lot, doesn't she?' she observed as she began to dig her fork into the rich, eggy mixture. Being with Tenille had made her appetite for food disappear, but she needed to put up a good show, and she wanted her to stay in this happy mood. âTell me all the details while we eat,' she suggested. There was companionable ease between them, once more.
She caught Sidonie up on the events, except an account of Raoul's heated and headstrong outburst.
âI'm glad Devon was there to help, but I wish it could have been me,' she lamented. Tenille's eyes snapped up, surprised. âSorry Babe. It's just I want to be the one you turn to.'
âYou are the one,' she told her earnestly, leaning forward to kiss the part she could most easily reach, which happened to be her tattoo. âYou have a beautiful body,' she observed, the words out before she really realized what she was saying.
âDo you think so?' she asked as she handed over the dessert.
âNo more, Sid, please. I'm about to burst as it is ⦠and yes, I do. I began to admire it as long ago as your show at Yorkdale and I've continued ever since.'
âYou could turn a girl's head with talk like that,' she remarked lightly, enjoying the compliment nonetheless. âI know we could dally here all day but, we've places to go ⦠things to do ⦠and people to see.'
âWho's dallying?' Tenille asked as she leaned forward and ran her hand lightly over Sidonie's shoulder and down her arm, to drop more heavily onto her thigh.
âForward woman,' she responded as, with exaggerated care, she picked up the straying hand and placed it on the bed. She regarded her intently, saying: âThings to do and I don't mean those sorts of things.'
Tenille made a little pout as the dishes were gathered up.
âI'll wash these before we go. You don't want to come back to mouldy plates. What about the fruit?'
âPut it in one of my plastic containers Honey, and take it for you to eat tonight. I'll just hop to the toilet, then I'm all set.'
It was nearly four o'clock by the time they got under way, but the hospital was reasonably close so it didn't take long. She dropped Tenille off at the door, then went to find parking. On her return to the admissions section, she found her idly leafing through an old back issue of WHO magazine, which she chucked onto the pile as soon as she saw her.
âNot an easy job,' she observed, âjudging by the length of time you've been gone.'
âNot too bad. Just a bit of a stretch,' plonking down beside her. âWhat do we do now, wait?' she asked, placing the overnight bag on the floor between then.
âYes. The nurse reckons about twenty minutes, then it'll be my turn.'
The waiting area was small, but there was only one other person so they could talk quietly together.
âHow do you feel about going under the knife, Ten? I must say, I hate hospitals and I'm sure I'd not be as calm as you,' she confessed.
âIt's not so dreadful. For one thing you're asleep at the time and for another ⦠I'm used to hospitals remember. I had a placement here one summer, just before my final year.'
Sidonie had been sitting and watching Tenille's lips as she spoke, fascinated by their soft, curving lines. She could sit and listen to her talk all day. Tenille finished her explanation with: â â¦So you see I don't view the whole thing with great trepidation. It's more an inconvenience than anything.' She waited for Sidonie to respond, but since she remained silent, still looking at her, she felt impelled to ask if she'd been listening.
âOh yes,' she replied hastily, jolted out of her contemplation of that desirable, beautiful mouth. âI was so listening,' she defended herself.
âThen tell me what I said,' she challenged.
âEr..r, you don't feel badly about it,' she hazarded.
âMm..m, I guess you pass,' she laughed.
Sidonie reached out and placed her hand over Tenille's. âWill you really be OK?' searching her face for signs of trying to hide inner feelings, but as usual, there was no dissembling. âI'll come visit you, as soon as they let me,' she promised. A frown creased her brow and she ran nervous fingers through her hair in that way she had. âI wish I could phone you. I'll be that worried not knowing how you are. I'm not next of kin, so the nursing staff won't tell me anything. For all that you don't consider there's much to this repair, it's still major surgery and you'll be under the anaesthetic for quite some time,' she worried.
âYou will be able to call me, Sid. My parents are renting me a phone. They offered a TV too.' Sidonie's face cleared at this news. âAs soon as it's put in I'll leave a message at the track.'
The relief Sidonie experienced was short-lived as worry returned.
âDon't worry, darling, I'll be fine. It's not as though I'm really sick or anything, is it?' she explained.
âNo..o, I guess not. But I can't help it. I still don't like it and I'll be glad when it's all over and we're through to the other side.' Her hand gripped Tenille's tightly for a moment, then she released her grasp and sat back in the chair. Tenille felt sure all would be well, but Sidonie's concern touched her deeply. Great Goddess. She loved this girl. So strong most times, but now feeling helpless and full of worry. It endeared her to her, even more. They sat silently, awaiting the inevitable, but the hands of the clock moved slowly. The waiting stretched on for almost an hour and they jumped when the receptionist's voice called: âMiss Fenech?' Tenille started up, grabbing her crutches. Sidonie picked up the grip and carried it to the desk.
âWould you please complete this form, it's just to list the possessions you're bringing in with you. The porter is on his way.' Tenille turned to Sidonie and smiled. âThank you for waiting with me. I'll call you as soon as I can.'
A little secret look crossed her face as she added: â â¦And thank you for lunch.'
She put down the bag and leaned over to give her a light, goodbye kiss, on the cheek. âI'll be thinking of you,' was all she said, as she turned away and made for the exit.
Tenille stood, standing on one leg, looking at the door through which she'd gone, suddenly feeling terribly alone and not nearly as brave as when they'd been sitting close together, her hand warm on hers, giving comfort and support.
âDon't forget to sign it,' the receptionist reminded her, as she was about to put down the pen.
âYes, of course.'
The porter arrived with the wheelchair. They would be off to the second floor of the old wing and to her new lodgings for the duration. With her belongings in her lap and the crutches propped across the chair from footplate to back, she was on her way to give up all control over her body; to relinquish her autonomy to hands she hoped would be competent and caring.
âI've brought lunch.' She held up the bag.
âOh, good. Wait,
uno momento
,' Serafina requested. âI cut up cantaloupe this morning. I give you a bowl to have for dessert.' She disappeared and returned soon, bearing a plastic bowl covered in saran wrap. âWill you be taking Tenille to the hospital?'
âThank you. Yes, after we've eaten.'
â
Bene
. Good. That much better than going by cab.' They said goodbye, Serafina returning to her kitchen; Sidonie proceeding to Tenille's quarters. She knocked gently on the door.
âCome in Sid. It's open,' Tenille's light, clear voice came floating through. Once inside, Sidonie rushed over to the bedside, dumping her gear as she ran. She knelt down and gathered Tenille's hands in hers.
âDarling. My darling. I'm so happy to be with you and so sorry you're hurt. I feel guilty I'm pleased this has kept you in Toronto, when I should be commiserating that you're not in Florida.' She was kissing Tenille's hands throughout this declaration all the while Tenille was looking ecstatically at her, feeling wonderful they were together again. With some tugging, pulling and manoeuvring, she managed to get her up onto the bed beside her. At last, with their bodies stretched out, they quietened down into dreamy contentment, holding each other close, hands gently caressing, murmured endearments soothing their stretched nerves and finally calming them.
Sidonie sat up and suggested Tenille tell her exactly what had happened whilst she prepared them a bite.
âSid, I've got very little in,' she bemoaned in consternation. âI let stocks run down, you know, thinking I'd not need anything.'
âWorry not, dear heart, you have Sid to the rescue. I bought us lunch,' she declared, triumphantly.
âOh, you wonderful, thoughtful girl; kiss me again before you go.' She reached up and pulled her back down.
âAll right. Just one,' Sidonie replied with mock severity. âOtherwise we'll run out of time ⦠What time are you supposed to check in, anyway?' extricating herself from clinging arms to head for the kitchenette.
Tenille watched her lithe body moving about in the confined space, reminding her of a caged animal; powerful energies scaled down, but capable of being unleashed. She loved feasting her eyes on this girl. The sunlight, pouring through the window above the sink, danced across the top of the fridge before sparking off her shimmering, golden head. Tenille's fascination was endless. Sidonie turned around and caught her watching. She laughed aloud. âA penny for them.'
âNo.' Tenille exclaimed perversely, âyou're too young and innocent.'
At that, she dropped the forks she'd been about to place next to the slices and made a running leap to the bed, landing heavily and making Tenille bounce on the mattress. She straddled her thighs with her knees and placing her hands on her shoulders began to shake her as she said: âWhat was that I heard? Too innocent did you say?' She moved her hands down and began to tickle her ribs. Tenille was beginning to feel helpless with laughter. âAnd what do you know about it Miss Smart Ass?' she growled.
This sudden release of energy directed at her, made Tenille's body leap with stimulation. She was ready to surrender herself, but totally, to her assailant's touch. Desire burned within her. She could feel her wetness and yearned for caresses; her passion wild. She reached up her arms to pull Sidonie down against her breasts, just as the girl, in one bound, leaped over the side of the bed, saying through her laughter: âNow look what you've made me do. Our coffee will be cold ⦠you temptress. It must be something to do with seeing you lying here ⦠on this bed.'
âI'm tempting you.' Tenille responded in mock indignation. âYou're the one parading your body in front of my eyes in those hip hugging, thigh revealing shorts ⦠not to mention that suggestive T-shirt,' she added archly.
âMy T-shirt, suggestive? You've got to be kidding,' Sidonie corrected as she brought their lunch over on a tray to the night table.
âYou should see it from my vantage point,' she teased. This made Sidonie stop dead and she knew her face had colored. She was embarrassed at this reference to her breasts, for although not large, they were very responsive where this woman was concerned.
Tenille, noticing the moment of discomfort, hastened to make amends. âJust funning you, Honey. Don't get serious.' She reached out and took her hand, pulling her gently to a sitting position. âWhat did you bring us? Show me.' She stroked Sidonie's back and was rewarded by seeing the bright lights return to her eyes, as she proudly set the tray before her.
âThe cantaloupe is courtesy of Mrs. S.' She was back to her usual, carefree self. âShe obviously wanted you to have a well-balanced meal.' She collected the other pillow for Tenille's lap. âMrs. S. likes you a lot, doesn't she?' she observed as she began to dig her fork into the rich, eggy mixture. Being with Tenille had made her appetite for food disappear, but she needed to put up a good show, and she wanted her to stay in this happy mood. âTell me all the details while we eat,' she suggested. There was companionable ease between them, once more.
She caught Sidonie up on the events, except an account of Raoul's heated and headstrong outburst.
âI'm glad Devon was there to help, but I wish it could have been me,' she lamented. Tenille's eyes snapped up, surprised. âSorry Babe. It's just I want to be the one you turn to.'
âYou are the one,' she told her earnestly, leaning forward to kiss the part she could most easily reach, which happened to be her tattoo. âYou have a beautiful body,' she observed, the words out before she really realized what she was saying.
âDo you think so?' she asked as she handed over the dessert.
âNo more, Sid, please. I'm about to burst as it is ⦠and yes, I do. I began to admire it as long ago as your show at Yorkdale and I've continued ever since.'
âYou could turn a girl's head with talk like that,' she remarked lightly, enjoying the compliment nonetheless. âI know we could dally here all day but, we've places to go ⦠things to do ⦠and people to see.'
âWho's dallying?' Tenille asked as she leaned forward and ran her hand lightly over Sidonie's shoulder and down her arm, to drop more heavily onto her thigh.
âForward woman,' she responded as, with exaggerated care, she picked up the straying hand and placed it on the bed. She regarded her intently, saying: âThings to do and I don't mean those sorts of things.'
Tenille made a little pout as the dishes were gathered up.
âI'll wash these before we go. You don't want to come back to mouldy plates. What about the fruit?'
âPut it in one of my plastic containers Honey, and take it for you to eat tonight. I'll just hop to the toilet, then I'm all set.'
It was nearly four o'clock by the time they got under way, but the hospital was reasonably close so it didn't take long. She dropped Tenille off at the door, then went to find parking. On her return to the admissions section, she found her idly leafing through an old back issue of WHO magazine, which she chucked onto the pile as soon as she saw her.
âNot an easy job,' she observed, âjudging by the length of time you've been gone.'
âNot too bad. Just a bit of a stretch,' plonking down beside her. âWhat do we do now, wait?' she asked, placing the overnight bag on the floor between then.
âYes. The nurse reckons about twenty minutes, then it'll be my turn.'
The waiting area was small, but there was only one other person so they could talk quietly together.
âHow do you feel about going under the knife, Ten? I must say, I hate hospitals and I'm sure I'd not be as calm as you,' she confessed.
âIt's not so dreadful. For one thing you're asleep at the time and for another ⦠I'm used to hospitals remember. I had a placement here one summer, just before my final year.'
Sidonie had been sitting and watching Tenille's lips as she spoke, fascinated by their soft, curving lines. She could sit and listen to her talk all day. Tenille finished her explanation with: â â¦So you see I don't view the whole thing with great trepidation. It's more an inconvenience than anything.' She waited for Sidonie to respond, but since she remained silent, still looking at her, she felt impelled to ask if she'd been listening.
âOh yes,' she replied hastily, jolted out of her contemplation of that desirable, beautiful mouth. âI was so listening,' she defended herself.
âThen tell me what I said,' she challenged.
âEr..r, you don't feel badly about it,' she hazarded.
âMm..m, I guess you pass,' she laughed.
Sidonie reached out and placed her hand over Tenille's. âWill you really be OK?' searching her face for signs of trying to hide inner feelings, but as usual, there was no dissembling. âI'll come visit you, as soon as they let me,' she promised. A frown creased her brow and she ran nervous fingers through her hair in that way she had. âI wish I could phone you. I'll be that worried not knowing how you are. I'm not next of kin, so the nursing staff won't tell me anything. For all that you don't consider there's much to this repair, it's still major surgery and you'll be under the anaesthetic for quite some time,' she worried.
âYou will be able to call me, Sid. My parents are renting me a phone. They offered a TV too.' Sidonie's face cleared at this news. âAs soon as it's put in I'll leave a message at the track.'
The relief Sidonie experienced was short-lived as worry returned.
âDon't worry, darling, I'll be fine. It's not as though I'm really sick or anything, is it?' she explained.
âNo..o, I guess not. But I can't help it. I still don't like it and I'll be glad when it's all over and we're through to the other side.' Her hand gripped Tenille's tightly for a moment, then she released her grasp and sat back in the chair. Tenille felt sure all would be well, but Sidonie's concern touched her deeply. Great Goddess. She loved this girl. So strong most times, but now feeling helpless and full of worry. It endeared her to her, even more. They sat silently, awaiting the inevitable, but the hands of the clock moved slowly. The waiting stretched on for almost an hour and they jumped when the receptionist's voice called: âMiss Fenech?' Tenille started up, grabbing her crutches. Sidonie picked up the grip and carried it to the desk.
âWould you please complete this form, it's just to list the possessions you're bringing in with you. The porter is on his way.' Tenille turned to Sidonie and smiled. âThank you for waiting with me. I'll call you as soon as I can.'
A little secret look crossed her face as she added: â â¦And thank you for lunch.'
She put down the bag and leaned over to give her a light, goodbye kiss, on the cheek. âI'll be thinking of you,' was all she said, as she turned away and made for the exit.
Tenille stood, standing on one leg, looking at the door through which she'd gone, suddenly feeling terribly alone and not nearly as brave as when they'd been sitting close together, her hand warm on hers, giving comfort and support.
âDon't forget to sign it,' the receptionist reminded her, as she was about to put down the pen.
âYes, of course.'
The porter arrived with the wheelchair. They would be off to the second floor of the old wing and to her new lodgings for the duration. With her belongings in her lap and the crutches propped across the chair from footplate to back, she was on her way to give up all control over her body; to relinquish her autonomy to hands she hoped would be competent and caring.
CHAPTER 10
Sidonie could not face spending the evening alone at the residence, nor did the prospect of one of the bars appeal. She decided, instead, to give Reine and Thea a call; see if she could pop in for an hour or two; enjoy their company. The receiver was picked up on the first ring, hearing Reine's hearty, good natured response already made her feel better able to cope. She told her to come right over and just one favor: pick up a carton of half-and-half from the 7-11.
âI'm there.' Sidonie smiled into the phone. She passed a Becker's on the way, so when the plaza came into view, pulled over. Whilst in the store, she picked up a large bottle of Cranberry juice too, not wanting to get stuck into beers. She knew what Reine could be like.
In the lobby, she buzzed #109 and again heard Reine's voice, this time inviting her up. On the threshold, she handed over her purchases feeling good to be with old friends. Reine motioned her to the chesterfield as she called to Thea. At the raised voice, Scully came out from somewhere in back and ran the length of her body against Sidonie's legs.
âYou Scallywag,' she cried, as she bent down and picked her up in one sweeping movement. She held her to her face, then gave the top of her head a kiss. The purring all this attention provoked was almost deafening.
âWhat do you guys feed her? I swear she gets heavier at each visit,' she remarked, chuckling. She loved Scully and loved her even more as a big fat cat.
âThat's a British Shorthair for you,' Reine laughed in response. âThey're the big solid ones. Thank your stars âshe' is not a âhe'. The males can grow to be porkers.'
Thea poked her head around the brick partition that separated the kitchen from the living room, tonight wearing an apron over her flowing, floral dress. The colors were vibrant and many, on a black background.
“Where does she find them?”
Sidonie mused to herself, as she took in all this color, jumbled together.
âHi Sid,' she sang out. âHow be you?' Regarding her keenly, she stopped, not going back as she had intended. âYou look tired. Are you okay?' Always motherly, she would be the first to pick the unspoken.
âNo not tired, Thea.' She put Scully down and ambled over to the kitchen. âJust concerned and yes, worried.'
âOh, what's up?' Reine joined her. âProblems at work?' she asked as she put the carton and juice into the fridge.
âNo, nothing like that. It's Tenille.'
âYou two onto
domestics
already?' Thea enquired as she returned to her work.
âNow listen here. Let me get my two bits in.'
The older women looked at each other, pulling the corners of their mouths down. Reine waved a majestic hand, indicating she had the floor.
âI'll get us beers.'
âNo thanks Reine. Just a glass of the juice for me please,' she requested. âI took Ten to the hospital just now.'
This arrested the women in their tracks, astonished. âTo the hospital?' they said in unison.
“Goodness, they've been together a long time,”
she observed to herself, but liked it. Out loud, she replied: âYes. She's to have surgery on the tendon at the back of her ankle. It's scheduled for some time tomorrow morning.'
Thea set her food preparation to one side and went over to Sidonie to clasp her to her. Oh, my Little One, it will be all right, you'll see.' At that moment, Sidonie did feel like her âlittle one' and just stood, resting her head on the sympathetic shoulder.
âCome and have your juice.' She felt Reine's large hand patting her back and looked up. She was moving into the living room so she followed, after receiving an understanding nod from Thea. When she sat down, Scully was instantly on her lap, demanding to be stroked. She obliged as she expressed her fears for Tenille, explaining how she'd not wanted to go back to the track just yet and feeling so worried, she'd not wanted to be alone.
âOf course,' Reine commiserated. âWe understand. I'm glad you called us.'
Thea joined them briefly. âUnfortunately, we have people coming for dinner.' She looked glaringly across at Reine. âThat's why I'm stuck in the kitchen ⦠like always.' They both laughed at each other. It was a standing joke because Reine hated to cook and Thea loved it. However, Reine was very appreciative of any culinary efforts Thea cared to dispense. She returned to her hot stove.
âOh. I wouldn't have intruded had I known,' she protested. âI won't stay long.'
Reine put a restraining hand on her shoulder. âRelax Kiddo. You're not intruding. In fact Thea is planning to feed you too.'
Thea called out from behind her partition: âThat's Reine's way of saying you're invited so please say you'll stay.' She laughed her high tinkling laugh, surprisingly light for such a big woman. âI've enough for the proverbial five thousand.' Sidonie did feel tempted to remain, this environment so warm and comfortable; a time out from being responsible. Apart from that, she loved Thea's meals, she managed to make the humblest dish irresistibly tasty.
Reine continued, Sidonie's presence taken as assured. âYou don't know these two â I don't think so anyway, but knowing you and the way you get around, you probably do,' she added and gave her a nudge and a wink.
âNow Honey,' Thea chipped in from her station: âSid is a reformed character these days, ain't that the truth, Sunshine?'
âWhat do you mean, reformed?' she expostulated, in mock indignation, joining in the badinage. âI was never as bad as Madam here tries to make out. You know you shouldn't believe everything this woman tells you;
you
of all people.'
Thea laughed. âNow let me tell you about Freyer and Narelle,' she insisted, but didn't get the chance. At that very moment the intercom demanded attention and Reine got up to buzz them in. Quickly Thea explained they didn't know them well. They'd met at the bar last week, playing pool and gotten on famously, so in her enthusiasm, Reine had invited then over and ⦠well, you know me, eh? Couldn't pass up a chance to have a dinner night.'
âThey're quite young, not our usual style, but fun,' Reine offered by way of defence to Thea's earlier observation.
Sidonie sat back and sipped her cranberry juice as she watched the arrival of the newcomers. No, she hadn't seen them at any of her haunts. The dark one, Freyer, was quite good-looking. Really flashing eyes, that arresting combination of black hair and blue eyes, so rarely seen in Canada, but she believed common in Ireland. Now where had she heard that? Perhaps she hailed from Newfoundland? She was shorter than Narelle and a little on the plump side, so wore a dress that consisted of a loose overblouse style, belted at the hips, then falling in a straight skirt to just below the knee. The pattern was floral, very tiny rosettes on white. Sidonie turned her attention to her friend, Narelle, who also wore a dress, but was more tailored, a no-nonsense, pale blue shirtwaister; white collar and cuffs. Now she felt underdressed. Looking at Reine she noticed she was in fact, âgussied up'. Smart beige pants and cream shirt, worn open to the last two buttons over a beige T-shirt. Reine's usual style was like hers, T's and shorts.
Reine made the introductions, then settled to bartending, taking their orders and asking Sidonie if she'd switch to something stronger.
âNo thanks Reine, I'm driving,' she reminded her.
âOh pooh. It'll be hours yet before you're in your car, and anyway, you'll be eating first.'
âOkay, cool. You twisted my arm,' she capitulated, but then stood her ground. âPlease make it half and half with Seven-Up, and I'll say yes to a shandy.'
âDarn.' Reine punched the air with her fist. âJust as I thought I'd won you over.' She looked across at Sidonie fondly. âI should have known you'd get your own way somehow.' Her laughter was rich, full throated.
The other guests sat on the chesterfield, across from the coffee table, in awkward silence until Reine's return, although everyone smiled. Thea bringing cheeses and crackers relieved the self-consciousness. She added a small dish of smoked oysters and one of stuffed olives, followed by homemade corn relish dip and nachos.
âHere are some nibblies for you.' She perched herself on the arm of Sidonie's seat and enquired of the young women if they'd found the apartment all right. This helped to get the talk flowing, especially as Narelle had gotten them a bit lost. They all laughed over the story, then Reine came in with their drinks. They kept the bar in a 1950's sideboard, in the dining area, located the other side of the kitchen, in an L-shaped space. This was great when everyone congregated in the kitchen, but tended to fracture the group under these circumstances. Conversation became easier with Reine to keep the link between the two sides. Thea left.
After a while Sidonie began to notice that Freyer's eyes were always upon her in a most disconcerting way. She looked at Narelle, but she seemed oblivious. Thea called them to a beautifully laid table. The sight made Sidonie recall what she'd grown up with and it certainly wasn't delicate china and fragile crystal. This was very much Thea's style and, she reflected, seemed to belong to an older generation. Or perhaps it was something that came with a good job and security? She felt almost in a time warp; back to the days when these niceties were significant. Certainly, she herself would not go to such lengths, just to feed people. Then again, it made her feel pampered, being on the receiving end and she knew it gave Thea pleasure. Wine still made a meal into a special occasion for her. As she took her seat, she wondered what sort of dinner Tenille would be getting, then remembered that patients had to fast before surgery.
“My poor darling.”
Thea had placed her on her right with Freyer and Narelle opposite. Reine was at the far end. As the meal progressed, Sidonie could sense Freyer's looks becoming more insistent and, as sparingly as Sidonie drank, Freyer seemed to consume twice the amount.
It was certain from the start that dinner would be a success. Thea had a way with a menu, timing everything just right. Quite the culinary artiste.
After dessert they returned to the living room, Freyer opting to sit next to Sidonie, on the chesterfield. Suddenly, the rest of the group evaporated, either to make coffee or use the washroom and they were alone. Freyer started to ask personal questions. As Sidonie spoke, she noted every change in her expression. By the time the others returned she was expressing great enthusiasm to visit Woodbine Racetrack to see Sidonie at work; to watch the horses training. Perhaps Sidonie could show her around?
âYes.' she agreed. âYou and Narelle could come out on a Sunday. I can apply for special quest passes to get you into the backstretch.'
âOh, Narelle wouldn't want to go,' Freyer declared with finality: âShe's not interested in horseflesh.'
âAnd since when have you been interested in horses, dear?' Narelle retorted waspishly, as she entered. âI never heard of this interest before.'
Sidonie didn't like how things were shaping up. She didn't want to come between two people and for all that Freyer had a pretty face, she certainly didn't like her personality. Too pushy and demanding by far. Some young people could be very self-centred. Oh, it was all very well to know someone thought you good looking, but she could do without a domestic.
âWell, I guess I should be making tracks,' she turned to her hostess.
âYou're not leaving so soon, are you?' Freyer complained, with the air of one personally aggrieved.
Thea sensed Sidonie's discomfort and interjected before she had to reply: âYes, she has to be up at five o'clock.'
âYou'll not be putting your foot to the floor 'til noon,' Narelle observed.
âNot churchgoers, then?' Reine observed, being the devil's advocate. Freyer gave a great hoot of derisive laughter at such a thought. She really had gone overboard with the wine, Reine thought, but then she did like her guests to feel relaxed. âI'll come down with you,' she confirmed.
Sidonie said good night to the others and gave Thea a big hug as usual, with her thanks for everything. âSorry I'm a party pooper,' she whispered.
âIt's okay, Sid. I could see you needed an escape. Call me after you learn how Tenille is. I'd like to know she's out of the woods, too.'
Descending in the elevator, Sidonie told Reine she really didn't need her to come down. âI know that Sid. You're a big girl and you can find your own way, but I wanted a moment alone with you; just to say, if you need help in any way while Ten's laid up, if she'd like us to visit, we'd be right along.' Sidonie's shoulder felt a reassuring squeeze. âThea and I really like your Tenille and we'd like to see something come of this.' She was silent for a moment then added, gloomily: âAlthough with you off to Guelph in the fall, I can't say as how we can see things working.' They reached the ground floor then strolled to the car. It was a peaceful night, still and balmy, the sky a high flung canopy over Toronto, clear and sparkling for once. Looking up, Reine remarked that a sky like this reminded her of weekends at the cottage. âOff Georgian Bay, the air is so pure and crystal clean. No light pollution either,' she remarked.
âWe haven't thought nearly that far ahead,' Sidonie resumed. âWe're still one day at a time.' She stopped suddenly and turned to her friend. âBut I tell you Reine, I would dearly love to have that woman for the rest of my life and you know for me, that's saying a hell of a lot,' she admitted.
âIt is indeed,' Reine agreed. âI thought you had that moonstruck look about you the last time you and she were at our place for a night-cap, remember?'
âReine ⦠I've never looked âmoonstruck', as you so quaintly put it,' she protested, heatedly.
Sidonie could not face spending the evening alone at the residence, nor did the prospect of one of the bars appeal. She decided, instead, to give Reine and Thea a call; see if she could pop in for an hour or two; enjoy their company. The receiver was picked up on the first ring, hearing Reine's hearty, good natured response already made her feel better able to cope. She told her to come right over and just one favor: pick up a carton of half-and-half from the 7-11.
âI'm there.' Sidonie smiled into the phone. She passed a Becker's on the way, so when the plaza came into view, pulled over. Whilst in the store, she picked up a large bottle of Cranberry juice too, not wanting to get stuck into beers. She knew what Reine could be like.
In the lobby, she buzzed #109 and again heard Reine's voice, this time inviting her up. On the threshold, she handed over her purchases feeling good to be with old friends. Reine motioned her to the chesterfield as she called to Thea. At the raised voice, Scully came out from somewhere in back and ran the length of her body against Sidonie's legs.
âYou Scallywag,' she cried, as she bent down and picked her up in one sweeping movement. She held her to her face, then gave the top of her head a kiss. The purring all this attention provoked was almost deafening.
âWhat do you guys feed her? I swear she gets heavier at each visit,' she remarked, chuckling. She loved Scully and loved her even more as a big fat cat.
âThat's a British Shorthair for you,' Reine laughed in response. âThey're the big solid ones. Thank your stars âshe' is not a âhe'. The males can grow to be porkers.'
Thea poked her head around the brick partition that separated the kitchen from the living room, tonight wearing an apron over her flowing, floral dress. The colors were vibrant and many, on a black background.
“Where does she find them?”
Sidonie mused to herself, as she took in all this color, jumbled together.
âHi Sid,' she sang out. âHow be you?' Regarding her keenly, she stopped, not going back as she had intended. âYou look tired. Are you okay?' Always motherly, she would be the first to pick the unspoken.
âNo not tired, Thea.' She put Scully down and ambled over to the kitchen. âJust concerned and yes, worried.'
âOh, what's up?' Reine joined her. âProblems at work?' she asked as she put the carton and juice into the fridge.
âNo, nothing like that. It's Tenille.'
âYou two onto
domestics
already?' Thea enquired as she returned to her work.
âNow listen here. Let me get my two bits in.'
The older women looked at each other, pulling the corners of their mouths down. Reine waved a majestic hand, indicating she had the floor.
âI'll get us beers.'
âNo thanks Reine. Just a glass of the juice for me please,' she requested. âI took Ten to the hospital just now.'
This arrested the women in their tracks, astonished. âTo the hospital?' they said in unison.
“Goodness, they've been together a long time,”
she observed to herself, but liked it. Out loud, she replied: âYes. She's to have surgery on the tendon at the back of her ankle. It's scheduled for some time tomorrow morning.'
Thea set her food preparation to one side and went over to Sidonie to clasp her to her. Oh, my Little One, it will be all right, you'll see.' At that moment, Sidonie did feel like her âlittle one' and just stood, resting her head on the sympathetic shoulder.
âCome and have your juice.' She felt Reine's large hand patting her back and looked up. She was moving into the living room so she followed, after receiving an understanding nod from Thea. When she sat down, Scully was instantly on her lap, demanding to be stroked. She obliged as she expressed her fears for Tenille, explaining how she'd not wanted to go back to the track just yet and feeling so worried, she'd not wanted to be alone.
âOf course,' Reine commiserated. âWe understand. I'm glad you called us.'
Thea joined them briefly. âUnfortunately, we have people coming for dinner.' She looked glaringly across at Reine. âThat's why I'm stuck in the kitchen ⦠like always.' They both laughed at each other. It was a standing joke because Reine hated to cook and Thea loved it. However, Reine was very appreciative of any culinary efforts Thea cared to dispense. She returned to her hot stove.
âOh. I wouldn't have intruded had I known,' she protested. âI won't stay long.'
Reine put a restraining hand on her shoulder. âRelax Kiddo. You're not intruding. In fact Thea is planning to feed you too.'
Thea called out from behind her partition: âThat's Reine's way of saying you're invited so please say you'll stay.' She laughed her high tinkling laugh, surprisingly light for such a big woman. âI've enough for the proverbial five thousand.' Sidonie did feel tempted to remain, this environment so warm and comfortable; a time out from being responsible. Apart from that, she loved Thea's meals, she managed to make the humblest dish irresistibly tasty.
Reine continued, Sidonie's presence taken as assured. âYou don't know these two â I don't think so anyway, but knowing you and the way you get around, you probably do,' she added and gave her a nudge and a wink.
âNow Honey,' Thea chipped in from her station: âSid is a reformed character these days, ain't that the truth, Sunshine?'
âWhat do you mean, reformed?' she expostulated, in mock indignation, joining in the badinage. âI was never as bad as Madam here tries to make out. You know you shouldn't believe everything this woman tells you;
you
of all people.'
Thea laughed. âNow let me tell you about Freyer and Narelle,' she insisted, but didn't get the chance. At that very moment the intercom demanded attention and Reine got up to buzz them in. Quickly Thea explained they didn't know them well. They'd met at the bar last week, playing pool and gotten on famously, so in her enthusiasm, Reine had invited then over and ⦠well, you know me, eh? Couldn't pass up a chance to have a dinner night.'
âThey're quite young, not our usual style, but fun,' Reine offered by way of defence to Thea's earlier observation.
Sidonie sat back and sipped her cranberry juice as she watched the arrival of the newcomers. No, she hadn't seen them at any of her haunts. The dark one, Freyer, was quite good-looking. Really flashing eyes, that arresting combination of black hair and blue eyes, so rarely seen in Canada, but she believed common in Ireland. Now where had she heard that? Perhaps she hailed from Newfoundland? She was shorter than Narelle and a little on the plump side, so wore a dress that consisted of a loose overblouse style, belted at the hips, then falling in a straight skirt to just below the knee. The pattern was floral, very tiny rosettes on white. Sidonie turned her attention to her friend, Narelle, who also wore a dress, but was more tailored, a no-nonsense, pale blue shirtwaister; white collar and cuffs. Now she felt underdressed. Looking at Reine she noticed she was in fact, âgussied up'. Smart beige pants and cream shirt, worn open to the last two buttons over a beige T-shirt. Reine's usual style was like hers, T's and shorts.
Reine made the introductions, then settled to bartending, taking their orders and asking Sidonie if she'd switch to something stronger.
âNo thanks Reine, I'm driving,' she reminded her.
âOh pooh. It'll be hours yet before you're in your car, and anyway, you'll be eating first.'
âOkay, cool. You twisted my arm,' she capitulated, but then stood her ground. âPlease make it half and half with Seven-Up, and I'll say yes to a shandy.'
âDarn.' Reine punched the air with her fist. âJust as I thought I'd won you over.' She looked across at Sidonie fondly. âI should have known you'd get your own way somehow.' Her laughter was rich, full throated.
The other guests sat on the chesterfield, across from the coffee table, in awkward silence until Reine's return, although everyone smiled. Thea bringing cheeses and crackers relieved the self-consciousness. She added a small dish of smoked oysters and one of stuffed olives, followed by homemade corn relish dip and nachos.
âHere are some nibblies for you.' She perched herself on the arm of Sidonie's seat and enquired of the young women if they'd found the apartment all right. This helped to get the talk flowing, especially as Narelle had gotten them a bit lost. They all laughed over the story, then Reine came in with their drinks. They kept the bar in a 1950's sideboard, in the dining area, located the other side of the kitchen, in an L-shaped space. This was great when everyone congregated in the kitchen, but tended to fracture the group under these circumstances. Conversation became easier with Reine to keep the link between the two sides. Thea left.
After a while Sidonie began to notice that Freyer's eyes were always upon her in a most disconcerting way. She looked at Narelle, but she seemed oblivious. Thea called them to a beautifully laid table. The sight made Sidonie recall what she'd grown up with and it certainly wasn't delicate china and fragile crystal. This was very much Thea's style and, she reflected, seemed to belong to an older generation. Or perhaps it was something that came with a good job and security? She felt almost in a time warp; back to the days when these niceties were significant. Certainly, she herself would not go to such lengths, just to feed people. Then again, it made her feel pampered, being on the receiving end and she knew it gave Thea pleasure. Wine still made a meal into a special occasion for her. As she took her seat, she wondered what sort of dinner Tenille would be getting, then remembered that patients had to fast before surgery.
“My poor darling.”
Thea had placed her on her right with Freyer and Narelle opposite. Reine was at the far end. As the meal progressed, Sidonie could sense Freyer's looks becoming more insistent and, as sparingly as Sidonie drank, Freyer seemed to consume twice the amount.
It was certain from the start that dinner would be a success. Thea had a way with a menu, timing everything just right. Quite the culinary artiste.
After dessert they returned to the living room, Freyer opting to sit next to Sidonie, on the chesterfield. Suddenly, the rest of the group evaporated, either to make coffee or use the washroom and they were alone. Freyer started to ask personal questions. As Sidonie spoke, she noted every change in her expression. By the time the others returned she was expressing great enthusiasm to visit Woodbine Racetrack to see Sidonie at work; to watch the horses training. Perhaps Sidonie could show her around?
âYes.' she agreed. âYou and Narelle could come out on a Sunday. I can apply for special quest passes to get you into the backstretch.'
âOh, Narelle wouldn't want to go,' Freyer declared with finality: âShe's not interested in horseflesh.'
âAnd since when have you been interested in horses, dear?' Narelle retorted waspishly, as she entered. âI never heard of this interest before.'
Sidonie didn't like how things were shaping up. She didn't want to come between two people and for all that Freyer had a pretty face, she certainly didn't like her personality. Too pushy and demanding by far. Some young people could be very self-centred. Oh, it was all very well to know someone thought you good looking, but she could do without a domestic.
âWell, I guess I should be making tracks,' she turned to her hostess.
âYou're not leaving so soon, are you?' Freyer complained, with the air of one personally aggrieved.
Thea sensed Sidonie's discomfort and interjected before she had to reply: âYes, she has to be up at five o'clock.'
âYou'll not be putting your foot to the floor 'til noon,' Narelle observed.
âNot churchgoers, then?' Reine observed, being the devil's advocate. Freyer gave a great hoot of derisive laughter at such a thought. She really had gone overboard with the wine, Reine thought, but then she did like her guests to feel relaxed. âI'll come down with you,' she confirmed.
Sidonie said good night to the others and gave Thea a big hug as usual, with her thanks for everything. âSorry I'm a party pooper,' she whispered.
âIt's okay, Sid. I could see you needed an escape. Call me after you learn how Tenille is. I'd like to know she's out of the woods, too.'
Descending in the elevator, Sidonie told Reine she really didn't need her to come down. âI know that Sid. You're a big girl and you can find your own way, but I wanted a moment alone with you; just to say, if you need help in any way while Ten's laid up, if she'd like us to visit, we'd be right along.' Sidonie's shoulder felt a reassuring squeeze. âThea and I really like your Tenille and we'd like to see something come of this.' She was silent for a moment then added, gloomily: âAlthough with you off to Guelph in the fall, I can't say as how we can see things working.' They reached the ground floor then strolled to the car. It was a peaceful night, still and balmy, the sky a high flung canopy over Toronto, clear and sparkling for once. Looking up, Reine remarked that a sky like this reminded her of weekends at the cottage. âOff Georgian Bay, the air is so pure and crystal clean. No light pollution either,' she remarked.
âWe haven't thought nearly that far ahead,' Sidonie resumed. âWe're still one day at a time.' She stopped suddenly and turned to her friend. âBut I tell you Reine, I would dearly love to have that woman for the rest of my life and you know for me, that's saying a hell of a lot,' she admitted.
âIt is indeed,' Reine agreed. âI thought you had that moonstruck look about you the last time you and she were at our place for a night-cap, remember?'
âReine ⦠I've never looked âmoonstruck', as you so quaintly put it,' she protested, heatedly.
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