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“I just can’t handle this anymore!”
“Darling, you just have to learn how to tune him out.”
“That’s easy enough for you to say Celeste. You have your music to retreat into.”
“Now Darling…”
“No Celeste, Sophie is right. He’s a sanctimonious…twig.”
“You don’t think that is a tad…harsh, Gramps?”
“I know he used to work in a church, but that was a long time ago. Are we going to be regaled with the secrets of every single person who confessed in church?” Gramps said reproachfully. “Those secrets belong to those who told them. They don’t deserved to be aired to all and sundry.”
Sophie sighed. “I don’t understand what she sees in him. He doesn’t fit in here at all.”
“Sophie Darling, he is going to be back tomorrow. We are all going to have to find a way to live with him. Maybe you could have a talk with him Gramps.”
“Once he gets settled in and relaxes, maybe it will get better.” Sophie said. “At least I won’t have to look at him all day. I have the bulk of the work to handle in here.”
“There you go!” Celeste said cheerfully. “Positive attitude.”
“If you’re going to wish for the impossible,” Gramps chimed in, “wish she fires the decorator.”
They all laughed at that.
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The next day, the decorator in question, arrived to supervise the installation of a new love seat in the home owners formal living room. It was the statement piece she was using to give the room a bit of punch. She walked around the room making last minute adjustments. The mirror she had leaned on top of the old upright piano has slightly off center. She turned to survey the room in satisfaction.
“The modifications to the old confessional bench were perfect. It makes such a unique love seat and sets off the sofa beautifully.”
She jumped slightly as the grandfather clock began chiming the hour on her way out.
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This is my entry for LJ Idol: S9 Week 14. This week’s topic was “Confession from the Chair”.
“Darling, you just have to learn how to tune him out.”
“That’s easy enough for you to say Celeste. You have your music to retreat into.”
“Now Darling…”
“No Celeste, Sophie is right. He’s a sanctimonious…twig.”
“You don’t think that is a tad…harsh, Gramps?”
“I know he used to work in a church, but that was a long time ago. Are we going to be regaled with the secrets of every single person who confessed in church?” Gramps said reproachfully. “Those secrets belong to those who told them. They don’t deserved to be aired to all and sundry.”
Sophie sighed. “I don’t understand what she sees in him. He doesn’t fit in here at all.”
“Sophie Darling, he is going to be back tomorrow. We are all going to have to find a way to live with him. Maybe you could have a talk with him Gramps.”
“Once he gets settled in and relaxes, maybe it will get better.” Sophie said. “At least I won’t have to look at him all day. I have the bulk of the work to handle in here.”
“There you go!” Celeste said cheerfully. “Positive attitude.”
“If you’re going to wish for the impossible,” Gramps chimed in, “wish she fires the decorator.”
They all laughed at that.
****
The next day, the decorator in question, arrived to supervise the installation of a new love seat in the home owners formal living room. It was the statement piece she was using to give the room a bit of punch. She walked around the room making last minute adjustments. The mirror she had leaned on top of the old upright piano has slightly off center. She turned to survey the room in satisfaction.
“The modifications to the old confessional bench were perfect. It makes such a unique love seat and sets off the sofa beautifully.”
She jumped slightly as the grandfather clock began chiming the hour on her way out.
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This is my entry for LJ Idol: S9 Week 14. This week’s topic was “Confession from the Chair”.
