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of European architecture. It left a little glow of triumph warming her insides, knowing that her little town could possess such a gem of a building.
“Parts of it are modeled after St. Mark’s Cathedral in Venice,” she couldn’t resist informing him as they’d made their way through the inner foyer. She’d tried to keep the smugness from her tone, but it was impossible.
Take that, Mr. European Entrepreneur , she couldn’t help but think.
The main auditorium, with its Byzantine design and firmament-inspired ceilings, had left Dmitri equally speechless. And when the pre-show music started—an impressive round of music on the Theatre’s Aeolian-Skinner organ—Dmitri merely shook his head with awe.
Sadie had smirked, feeling both childish and triumphant at the same time.
“Not bad for a small town, huh?”
One corner of Dmitri’s mouth twitched in response. “As they say…not bad at all.”
They’d settled in for the film, though Sadie couldn’t resist nudging him playfully in the side once in a while when his eyes would wander from the screen to the ceiling, where a display of man-made starlight twinkled.
Sadie had tried not to dwell on that last look in Jasper’s eyes before she’d left the house that evening, though her stomach fluttered in agitation every time she thought of it. His eyes had been faintly murky with a sadness she was unaccustomed to seeing in him. It was an expression that had taunted her all night, but she once again forced the image from her mind as she and Dmitri left the theater and walked the short distance to Café Zooka, the local coffee shop attached to the Hershey Story Museum.
Dmitri held the door for Sadie and placed their order at the counter. After receiving their beverages, they settled themselves at a booth and resumed their conversation.
“Absolutely wonderful.” Dmitri summed up the experience with boy-like glee.
Sadie smiled. “If I had known it was going to get you this excited, I’d have waited a month and taken you to their double feature night.”
Dmitri’s face glowed. “They have one of those?”
“Yep. I can see we’re going to mark it on our calendars.”
Dmitri couldn’t have looked more pleased. They paused to enjoy their drinks—a café Americano, black, for Dmitri and a chai latte for Sadie. After a moment, Dmitri swiveled the subject to matters closer to home.
“Kylie is a most…interesting child, isn’t she?”
Sadie felt a surge of motherly pride coupled with endless frustration, her lips twisting in wry amusement at this observation. “You can’t even begin to imagine.”
She leaned in. “When she turned two, she painted the walls with my lipstick. All twelve tubes of it.” She cupped one hand beside her mouth and whispered confidentially, “I used to have an obsession with lipstick.” Leaning back, she ran two fingers across her chin in order to showcase her lips. “And now? Clear lip gloss or chapstick only.”
He laughed.
“I had thought, of course, that the lipstick episode indicated she would become a child prodigy. My darling girl would be a Picasso by age six.” Sadie sighed. “Alas, she had no desire to paint on canvas or paper…or even with water paint or crayons, for that matter. Walls and lipstick all the way.”
She folded her hands in front of her. “I know they say not to stifle your child, but honestly—how many coats of paint can one wall take? I began to be afraid of what would happen if she discovered my secret stash of nail polish.”
“I suppose parenting is at times a case of erring on the side of caution.”
Sadie nodded in firm agreement. “That’s something they will never tell you in the books.”
Sadie blew on her latte and then sipped it carefully before continuing.
“Then came her interest in fashion. My mother had saved all sorts of clothes over the years, and Kylie loved to drag them out and try them on. Which is fine, you know? Kids do that.”
Sadie paused to sip her drink
“Parts of it are modeled after St. Mark’s Cathedral in Venice,” she couldn’t resist informing him as they’d made their way through the inner foyer. She’d tried to keep the smugness from her tone, but it was impossible.
Take that, Mr. European Entrepreneur , she couldn’t help but think.
The main auditorium, with its Byzantine design and firmament-inspired ceilings, had left Dmitri equally speechless. And when the pre-show music started—an impressive round of music on the Theatre’s Aeolian-Skinner organ—Dmitri merely shook his head with awe.
Sadie had smirked, feeling both childish and triumphant at the same time.
“Not bad for a small town, huh?”
One corner of Dmitri’s mouth twitched in response. “As they say…not bad at all.”
They’d settled in for the film, though Sadie couldn’t resist nudging him playfully in the side once in a while when his eyes would wander from the screen to the ceiling, where a display of man-made starlight twinkled.
Sadie had tried not to dwell on that last look in Jasper’s eyes before she’d left the house that evening, though her stomach fluttered in agitation every time she thought of it. His eyes had been faintly murky with a sadness she was unaccustomed to seeing in him. It was an expression that had taunted her all night, but she once again forced the image from her mind as she and Dmitri left the theater and walked the short distance to Café Zooka, the local coffee shop attached to the Hershey Story Museum.
Dmitri held the door for Sadie and placed their order at the counter. After receiving their beverages, they settled themselves at a booth and resumed their conversation.
“Absolutely wonderful.” Dmitri summed up the experience with boy-like glee.
Sadie smiled. “If I had known it was going to get you this excited, I’d have waited a month and taken you to their double feature night.”
Dmitri’s face glowed. “They have one of those?”
“Yep. I can see we’re going to mark it on our calendars.”
Dmitri couldn’t have looked more pleased. They paused to enjoy their drinks—a café Americano, black, for Dmitri and a chai latte for Sadie. After a moment, Dmitri swiveled the subject to matters closer to home.
“Kylie is a most…interesting child, isn’t she?”
Sadie felt a surge of motherly pride coupled with endless frustration, her lips twisting in wry amusement at this observation. “You can’t even begin to imagine.”
She leaned in. “When she turned two, she painted the walls with my lipstick. All twelve tubes of it.” She cupped one hand beside her mouth and whispered confidentially, “I used to have an obsession with lipstick.” Leaning back, she ran two fingers across her chin in order to showcase her lips. “And now? Clear lip gloss or chapstick only.”
He laughed.
“I had thought, of course, that the lipstick episode indicated she would become a child prodigy. My darling girl would be a Picasso by age six.” Sadie sighed. “Alas, she had no desire to paint on canvas or paper…or even with water paint or crayons, for that matter. Walls and lipstick all the way.”
She folded her hands in front of her. “I know they say not to stifle your child, but honestly—how many coats of paint can one wall take? I began to be afraid of what would happen if she discovered my secret stash of nail polish.”
“I suppose parenting is at times a case of erring on the side of caution.”
Sadie nodded in firm agreement. “That’s something they will never tell you in the books.”
Sadie blew on her latte and then sipped it carefully before continuing.
“Then came her interest in fashion. My mother had saved all sorts of clothes over the years, and Kylie loved to drag them out and try them on. Which is fine, you know? Kids do that.”
Sadie paused to sip her drink
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