Chapter 181: Jacquelyn II

Chapter 181: Jacquelyn II—I Don’t Like Her

 

Subj: You Simply Must Hear This

Date: 11/29/--  4:00 P.M.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

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Pascal, my love, I don’t like her I really don’t like her. I don’t know if I hate her because I think that would take up too much of my energy, but what I am sure of is that I detest her. Yes, I think detest is a much more… entertaining word to use, almost a romantic word don’t you think?

 

Are you getting ready for a game? I think you mentioned something about a game tonight. Well, kisses to you, and good luck. I’m sure you won’t be reading this until sometime tonight and I won’t be reading your reply until tomorrow morning and that bothers me. I am so bored! Bored!

 

Please won’t you tell me of any developments between you and Monsieur Arnott? I don’t care if you’re only pondering a situation or unsure if you are about to make a move, just tell me! I am so bored that I will simply devour any scrap of fun you have to send me.

 

Oh, goodness, were you wondering whom I didn’t like? So terrible of me to just leave you dangling like that so I can complain.

 

Dear Debbie invited me over for brunch earlier this morning and I was more than happy to comply. I think she was already feeling pangs of boredom being that the men are away on a roadtrip. Pascal, darling, you men do not KNOW how much you torture us when you leave us, alone, in silent houses, or with squawling children and a bank account for comfort.

 

Debbie had made some nice little sandwiches and we were nibbling on them when she asked me how I was doing. Of course I made the necessary small talk with her, commented on the weather mostly. Oooo darling the weather is absolutely wicked here! There was a freeze last night and all of the poor trees in the city are DEAD! Perhaps I exaggerate but there are branches frozen and snapped off the trees in every yard, piled and it’s just carnage. The entire city is a grave yard of trees I can hear the buzz saws still going outside. What a shame.

           

Still we got along, talking and such and then SHE had to come. Of course you know who I mean. Darling Mimi Belle, the pinnacle of your ambitions, the apex of your ecstasies etcetera etcetera! I throw my hands up Pascal because I do not see anything special about her other than she is an old slut who still knows how to put out. I can do that but at her age I certainly hope I have found something better to do with myself. Coco was also with her and it became such a mess of polite smiles and empty chatter.

At any rate I suppose there was something nice about being in the group. It has been awhile since I have associated with the ladies enmasse and it’s all because of this stupid trade that ripped me out of the cluster.

 

As we were continuing our nice brunch Debbie informed us that her decorator, the nanny’s mommy, I don’t recall her name, was to be leaving for New York. Apparently there was some crisis with the goings on at some other big house she is overseeing. Debbie seemed really disappointed about it and she showed us two of the finished rooms. Speak of jealousy Pascal! The rooms were gorgeous and furnished with every beauty that money could have for a woman’s fancy. At that moment I fell deeply in love with Joe Sakic! A man that would open his wallet thus far for his Queen and there was still more work to be done?

 

As we were looking into the room and admiring, that’s when the twins burst in on us squealing and giggling, clamoring for their mother. Honestly I don’t know how any woman can deal with just one child much less three! The baby nanny came in after them, laughing and apologizing and just looking stunning! I can’t believe I have never noticed how attractive the girl is. She is like one of those porcelain dolls with glowing jewel eyes. I can see why Patrick would be so keen for a taste of that fruit. Perhaps he will kidnap her and trick her into eating pomegranate seeds yes? She certainly seems the type of girl Zeus would lay a golden spell upon.

 

Debbie asked the girl at that point if she was excited about the charity game they will be playing and if Danny had informed her of it. The girl only blushed and admitted that she was scared. Oh Pascal it is too delicious. I had to ask what they meant and they informed me that they, and by they I mean the wives and girlfriends, will be playing a mixed hockey game with and against their men, for charity! How absurd is that? At that point I was glad that I was no longer an official member of their group. Can you imagine me, ME trying to wear hockey equipment, sweltering in my own sweat and not.. I shudder to think but it will be amusing to see them at it.

 

At any rate, we continued to speak of it and joke about it and that’s when we were interrupted by the nanny’s mother, who had just walked into the room, apparently with her luggage in hand.

 

“Cecile whatever are you talking about?” she asked with her enormous emerald eyes flashing with a cold fire.

 

“A charity game,” the nanny answered with the meekest, most kittenish voice I have ever heard.

           

Her mother just stood there and finally she said. “Cecile I am thinking of taking you back to New York with me.”

 

You should have heard the horror from all corners of the room! Debbie, Mimi, little Mitchell, Cecile all of them just cried out, “What?”

And her mother nodded, her mouth was almost like a thin red bleeding gash across her face. And then she held up in her clawlike, veined hand a thick wad of what looked like letters, tied with a satin blue ribbon. Of course I knew immediately what they were. The ribbon flagged as much to me. They had to be none other than love letters from Cecile’s precious Danny.

 

Pascal you should have seen the girl’s face. She paled, she blushed and… she fainted! Pascal I have never seen such a thing! I have only read about it seen it in movies but never have I seen a young girl gasp and actually swoon! She pressed her milky hand to her breast and her eyes fluttered and she just collapsed.

 

The commotion was spectacular and part of me whispered that the girl was fishing for our sympathies. The little boy, Mitchell was distraught and his mother cuddled him as he wailed about not wanting to lose the girl and such nonsense. Coco was the one who was first at the girl’s side and she was carried into another room where she used some smelling salts from a first aide kit to wake the girl.

 

Debbie took the children upstairs to calm them and Coco stayed upstairs with them. Cecile and her mother were left alone in the other room and I could not hear their discussion but it was extremely short and finally as Debbie, Michele, and I just sat there in a sort of stunned silence, Cecile came out of the room, blushing and sparkling eyed.

 

“Mrs. Sakic,” she said weakly, “I think… I think I should tell you that I have to leave…I can’t…”

 

I had to feel somewhat smug at that point. Of course that would mean the end of Mimi and Patrick’s fun with the child. Not that I feel any sort of pity with the girl I just did not like Mimi’s smug attitude about it.

 

Cecile’s mother came out after her, what coolly raging bitch with her skeletal arms crossed over her breast. How could anything have bred with her? Was there a time when she was as fresh and gorgeous as her daughter?

 

“I am afraid I will have to leave Cecile in New York,” she said. “I will return without her.”

 

“But Mrs. Darcy!” Debbie exclaimed.

 

“It’s best,” Cecile said and I could see the absolute beginnings of a dying spirit in her eyes. At that moment I thought to myself, if the girl leaves now, then she shall die a virgin. She will be a nun!

 

“Oh, no!” Mimi said in that sugary, simpery tone and she went to Mrs. Darcy and put her arm around her waist and was talking fast and she led the woman into the room, closing the door behind them.

 

“I can’t lose him like this,” Cecile said and I looked at the girl. How lovely in grief she was. What Rembrandt would have given to paint her! What Shakespeare would have given to write her! It isn’t right.

 

Debbie hugged her and Cecile sobbed without tears. She was trembling and her hands were clenched together her white fingers intertwined.

 

We sat that way for I would say a good forty five minutes and I was beginning to get bored listening to the girl pray out loud. Deeply religious people annoy me. At that moment I thought, well Patrick would not have succeeded with her anyway. One can’t not with someone who prays out loud regardless of who might be listening and offended by it! And people complain about public smoking? Honestly there are worse things.

 

“…Lord,” she said. “I will owe you my life if you help me on this, Lord I will do as you please! Lord please help me and I will see Your sign when You send it and I will do everything in my power to serve You.”

 

And at that moment the door opened and Cecile was trembling and Mrs. Darcy had such a severe look on her face and Mimi had that SMIRK and I knew it at that moment I don’t like her, I don’t hate her but I detest her!

 

“Baby,” Mrs. Darcy said. “Baby I understand now. I didn’t let you explain yourself earlier, you must have been so confused, fainting like that! How could I have been so terrible?” And she engulfed her daughter in a hug.

 

Did I mention I detest Mimi Roy?

 

“Momma?” Cecile said in such a dazed voice.

 

Mrs. Darcy kissed the girl and then hugged her. “Mimi,” Pascal she called her MIMI! ARGH! “Told me about the letters, that you had been confiding in her and that you have had no contact with that boy. She told me how you told her that the letters reminded you every day of your sin and you kept them so you could remember to be strong! How could I have underestimated you? Can you ever forgive me? And you are willing to play in this hockey game to help out the sick children in the hospital? My darling you are so sweet!”

 

So there you have it. Mrs. Darcy left soon after that and Cecile could only pray AGAIN and then bury Mimi in hugs and kisses and that smile on Mimi’s face. Pascal she owns the girl now I can see it. The girl will be her kitten and I can’t stand it because that means Mimi has won and she’ll get everything she wants.

 

Please tell me you agree with me. Mimi shouldn’t get everything she wants! I am absolutely sick of all these men swooning for her and desiring her. And women too just fall into her hands!! Well am I wrong for wanting her to hurt, just a little bit?

 

I think I know how I can do it. Patrick is the only man she truly loves I can see that but their love is not a secure one. They laugh and pretend and are perverse with it but there is a thread there that is delicate and vulnerable. Would it be bad of me to make it tremble just a little bit? Would it be wrong of me to test how strong it is?

 

I don’t think there would be any harm in a little fun to be had on their account. And if the thread should snap as a result and their love fall into disarray? Would it be my fault that they weren’t better prepared?

 

Answer me soon Pascal! I am dying for your input.

 

Much Love,

 

Jacquelyn