May 23, 2014
Ma Chere MoMo,
L’aventure de la cigales, is continuing! The Orange Veterans now want to have a parade when they bring the cannon to my harmas. There are six of them and they love parades. So I am now hosting a patriotic parade, pique-nique and cannon experiment. Oh, well, how many people could possibly come. Twenty? I can handle that. You must send me your potato salad recipe. I remember having it at your Memorial Day BBQ and bonfire . Is that soon? I have lost track of American Holidays, they move around so much. But I remember that salad. Marianna Vernet-Fabre is not having an easy time planning her wedding day, I can sympathize.
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July 19, 1883
I am so worried I can hardly write. I wish I were home with my Darling in Serignan, and not in this overwhelming city! Oh, Paris is beautiful and I do love her, but she makes me anxious. I am such a little country mouse!
John and Sherlock had a huge argument last night, and John walked out. Sherlock was so jealous of Michelle, and John was angry that Sherlock didn’t trust him enough to let him have other friends. Other female friends. I could see both sides. Chelle is acting like Chelle, charming, loving and not the least bit worried about her actions. She is a free spirit and a free thinker, she has no wish for settling down or even having an affair. L’artiste. She leaves a trail of broken hearts behind her. She told me she likes John more than the others, but considers him a brother-in-law. A Vernet. To be honored and loved.
She does not believe in marriage certificates. Only the bond of the heart is real, she has said. So, she is furious at Sherlock for being jealous.
And here I sit with three angry and very emotional companions, surrounded by samples of fabric, lace and ribbons. And worried sick about dear John wandering about Paris by himself. He doesn’t know the language and has not fully recovered from his illness. I shudder to think of what could happen to him.
Sherlock and Michelle has gone looking for him. But of course they first had to have a row that woke half of Paris. Luckily not my elderly cousin or we would all be on the street. I started to cry, I was so worried, then they both got flustered and settled down. The green-eyed dragon sulked away and they reached an understanding. Then they went into the night to search for John. And I am left to watch for him here and keep him here until morning, if he returns.
July 20,1883
Thank the Lord, John is back safe and sound. But he does have a black eye, seemingly caused by a bit too much Absinthe, and a misunderstanding of the phrase that describes it “la fee verte”. [the green fairy]
Sherlock and Michelle brought him in about four a.m. They were able to talk things out and make up, but not before joining John in a drink or two. John was most apologetic to me in the worst French I have ever heard. I was furious, but when he said I was like an oyster claw to him. I had to laugh.
I find it hard to stay mad at John, but I am determined to be very cross with my sister and brother. A bride-to-be should be protected and nurtured by her family. I shall have them all make it up to me by helping choose the dreaded lace, and with an expensive dinner with only mineral water to drink.
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I wish you a Happy Memorial Day! Toast a marshmallow and think of Sherlock and John.. and me!
Cordialement, Marianna