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ARROW - 232. Chapter 232
Pierre arrived home for his quarterly meeting. He brought photos of his cottage. I looked at them, if I had to design a cottage for him it would look exactly like this.
“Dad, I want you and Pop to come back with me.”
“I don’t know Pierre. At our age traveling isn’t a pleasure anymore.”
“Dad, we’ll be flying the company plane. There is room where you and Pop can lay down. Please, I want you to see the cottage.”
“I won’t promise but I’ll discuss it with Pop.”
That evening, lying in bed, “Pierre wants us to go and see his cottage. What do you think?”
“Where would we stay? The pictures of the cottage doesn’t look very large.”
“We could stay in Grandmere’s house.”
“Like we did when we were first there?”
I started to laugh, remembering the first time we stayed there as a married couple. “Yes, like we did then.”
In the morning before Pierre left for his meetings, I told him that Pop and I would fly back with him. We had a peanut.
On Friday, after Pierre left for his meeting, I called Ronnie and asked him to stop over before he went to school.
“Dad, have the coffee ready I’ll be right over.”
I wanted Ronnie and Ritchie to go and bring Pierre home when his dinner meeting is over. I remember the time he called and said he was staying in town and wouldn’t be coming home until the next morning. He had to much to drink and his boss booked him a room. I didn’t want that to happen again.
I had Ronnie’s coffee ready when he stopped. I told him what I would like for him and Richie to do, “Dad, I’ll do it but could you watch the kids. Julia has some meeting tonight.”
I thought, what good news. Pierre get’s home safely, I have a house full of my grandchildren, this is a win-win situation for me.
“Have the children come here straight from school. I’ll have a snack for them.”
Watching Ronnie leaving, I realized Colin was still in bed.
Walking into the bedroom, he was awake. “You okay?”
“Yes, I was thinking about Paris and when we stayed at Grandmere’s house. Do you think she knew what we did?”
“Grandmere was wise beyond her age, What are you doing?”
He was laughing as he pulled me onto the bed. “I love you. I never expected the life we had when I first met you. There was something about you that intrigued me. You weren’t like the other art students. I know what it was, you were like the old romantic painters of the past. I think that was when I decide to pose for you.”
“It has been a ride, but I don’t want to stop and get off the train.”
I laid next to him, I was very lucky when I met him.
“Did you make coffee?”
“Yes, but you need to shower. Do that and I’ll have your breakfast ready.”
Making breakfast for Colin wasn’t a chore, for me it was taking care of the love of my life.
Walking into the kitchen, I was surprised to see Charles. “Are you okay?”
“Dad, who is that lady that comes at night?”
“In a rocking chair?”
“Yes”
“She is my great, great grandmother. She visited me ever since I was a young boy. I learned to paint from her. When she was alive, she was considered a great artist, She has paintings in art museums. Why do you ask? Did she visited you last night?”
“She visits me often. We just talk.”
“Has she brought your peanuts for you to see?”
“No”
“The next time you see her, ask her how your parents are doing and if you may see them,” I heard the squeaking of the rocker.
“I need you to make some soup. Ronnie’s children will be here after school.”
While we were talking, I was making breakfast for Colin, Charles and my self.
Colon walked into the kitchen, seeing Charles, “Who is that old man who is helping you?”
“Be careful old man, you don’t have your breakfast yet.”
Colin appeared in a good mood, I was glad.
The three of us had breakfast, Colin left for a meeting with Charles theThird, and our Charles started his soup. I went to the gallery to see if Carla needed any help. I went to bring the baby back home. I was sure Carl hadn’t finished the painting he was working on.
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