Epilogue
Five years and two more children later, they found themselves in
She sat in the sitting area with her father. They hadn't spoken since she arrived
with her three children and her husband. She raised her eyes and looked at him.
"Father, can we at least be on speaking terms?" she asked. He looked
at her and gave her a cold glare.
"You want to make things up with me before I die, don't you. Do you have
any idea how much grief you caused me and your mother? I shouldn't have even
let you into my house," he said coldly.
"She was your wife and my mother. I loved her as much as you did. These
past few years, you've been hostile to not just me, but her as well. I want to
be on speaking terms with you so I can find out what happened. Why you turned
your back," she said back. She was bolder than when she was a silly girl.
She knew more about life and death.
He looked at the floor.
"I knew you were going to leave. And I knew your mother would let you. I
loved her, but she was a silly woman, just as you are. I didn't want to lose
you Emma. But I did anyway. And I just acted hostile so I wouldn't lose you.
But I was wrong, Emma. Oh how I was wrong," he said. She looked at him
again.
"All parents must be ready for when their children want to leave. I know
it'll happen one day to Jezebel, Benjamin, and Clare. They must leave one day.
It wouldn't be healthy to keep them," she said softly. She saw tears in
her father's eyes and knew he wanted to be alone.
She found Christian and their children in the kitchen.
"April's a great hand," he said, while holding Clare.
She smiled. "She was like a second mother to me."
"Maman, maman, Tante April gave me these," said Jezebel, holding out
three small gingerbread cookies.
She smiled. "Tante April is good at making those," she said.
Christian got closer to her.
"What did he say?" he whispered.
She took a deep breath. "He said he knew I was leaving and he didn't want
me to leave."
He gave her a quizzical look.
She smiled at him. "It takes a long time to understand my father. My own
mother didn't even understand him. But she didn't have him wrapped around her
little finger, like I did. I was his one and only, his prize and joy. Letting
me go and make decisions for myself would mean that he wouldn't be the only one
in my life," she said.
"In other words, he was jealous," he said. She nodded her head.
"Papa, may we please go outside?" cried Jezebel.
"All right, Potiron. Let's go," he said. All of them walked outside
to the courtyard.
"Do you think he'll get over it?" he whispered in his wife's ear.
She nodded. "You make good money. He'll get over it."
He laughed and kissed her lightly. "I knew there was a good reason for
marrying you."
She laughed back. "I'm not that useless," she said back, while
kissing his cheek. He wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her closer.
The end
French words;
Maman - mother
Tante - aunt
Potiron - Pumpkin
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