She picked up Quintillian who now had a look of indignation on his face. âI know someone else who wants food!â
âHe looks like he always wants food,â Charlotte laughed.
âToo true,â Clarissa nodded sagely and addressed the cat in sombre tones. âTime to put you on a diet, old moggy.â Quintillian snorted and wriggled out of her grip. Landing clumsily on his feet, he straightened his fluffy coat for a moment before shooting off into the garden. If his owner wasnât going to feed him, heâd just need to look after himself, and a juicy mouse would make a tasty hors dâoeuvre.
Clarissa was laying the table for three in the kitchen just as there was a knock on the back door. âHow did you know?â Charlotte asked as she went to open the door; she wasnât really expecting an answer and Clarissa just smiled enigmatically.
This one is very astute,
the woman thought to herself.
âHeellooo, my lovelies, what a fabulous day. How are we all? Iâve bought pastries.â
A woman in Doc Martens, garish summer dress and orange shirt waved a large, oily brown bag, and the various crystal and shell bangles she wore jiggled with her every move.
âOh, Clarissa sweetie, you must remind me to tell you all about the Earth Goddess camp I went to last weekend, it was amazing; I feel so alive!â The woman sing-songed her way through the sentence before bursting into a gush of laughter and kissed the air around Clarissaâs face.
The whirlwind in front of Charlotte made Clarissa look tame and it was a struggle to keep her mouth shut. The womanâs most striking feature was her hair and Charlotte couldnât help staring at the multicoloured Mohican. It looked like a parrot was perched on the womanâs head.
âCharlotte, this is my oldest and dearest friend,â Clarissa announced aloud, while her face made a silent but emphatic request for Charlotte to be polite.
âAhhh, you are the infamous Charlotte, such a pleasure to meet you. Clarissa was soo excited to hear you were coming to stay. It was Charlotte this, Charlotte that.â
Charlotte couldnât suppress laughter. That just didnât fit her picture of Clarissa at all, but she was amused to finally catch a look of shock fleet across Clarissaâs face before it returned to its normal composed self.
âNice to meet you⦠?â
âJude,â the parrot-haired woman declared like an actress greeting her adoring public. âYou can call me Auntie Jude if you like.â She chuckled, ignoring Charlotteâs outstretched hand and giving her a bear hug.
Why not,
Charlotte thought,
itâs what I seem to be calling everyone else these days
.
*
âPastriesâ consisted of almond croissants, seeded brown rolls with creamy French butter and pain au chocolat; Clarissa had even made hot chocolate and sweet, milky coffee to accompany them. They reminded Charlotte of the bakery below Moragâs apartment and the many lazy Sunday mornings in the Place du Tertre cafés taking in the views of the city while Edessa bartered with the portrait artists to teach her their techniques. Charlotte found herself fighting tears again at the memories.
âWhat do you think then?â
Charlotte was brought out of her daydreams by the question. âTheyâre really good, just like the real thing,â she replied and Jude looked visibly pleased.
âI ordered them especially from the bakers in Wykenhall, they are so helpful you know.â Jude gesticulated to emphasise her point. âI heard you are a well travelled soul and I thought it would⦠well, make you feel more at home if that makes sense?â
Strangely, it did.
âThatâs really kind of you.â Charlotte was genuinely touched.
âMy Adam sends all sorts of interesting stuff home from his travels in Afghanistan â tree barks and frankincense pearls as big as your finger â he
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