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little_scary ([info]little_scary) wrote in [info]vie_en_guerre,
@ 2008-01-20 02:04:00

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Reverend Mother Michael Therese, Because We Also Teach Charity Here.
Who: Reverend Mother Michael Therese, Eric Of-No-Particular-Importance.
When: Evening, December 1940.
Where: The School grounds.
Rating: PG
Status: IM Moniquedelacroix@aol.com or drop an email to same, if you want soup, etc. on this post. Otherwise, closed.
Summary: The Sisters Teach Charity by Fasting. The rations with a few additions become bread and soup one time a week for the poor. For previous entry, see This Post

Reverend Mother Michael Therese was not certain how much longer the school could continue with the policy of fasting, and giving overages to the poor, but knew that they would go as long as they could. So far, the students were well-fed enough to give up all but bread for lunch two days a week, and all meat on Fridays, of course.



The nuns and postulants skipped five full meals, fasting entirely on Friday, and skipping lunches with the students. The students were well off, for the most part, their families paid well, and so far, the school had also been able to pick up various and sundry such as milk and vegetables delivered from the countryside, and, of course, donations. New restrictions might threaten that, and Reverend Mother Michael Therese had a habit of planning ahead. Much pickling, canning, and salting had been going on, and there was a certain amount in reserve in the cellars.

Thus, once a week, in the outbuilding near the gate, tables were set, and soup and bread were served to whoever would come in hungry. The students cooked it. The nuns served it in the afternoon, aiming to have the poor and hungry home before curfew. For those with no homes, though so far, only women, they would set down cots and mats after dinner was over.

Thus it was that on this cold winter day, large, steaming kettles of soup were brought from the kitchen in the main building to the smaller outbuilding, set up, and one of the sisters went outside to post the sign, and give admittance through the gate: Soup For The Hungry. More and more seemed to come each time...



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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 06:36 am UTC (link)
Eric eyed the sign contemplatively. It said 'Soup for the Hungry', and, truth be told, he was hungry. And truth be told, his financial straits were such that he actually could use the charity. So, after a moment's thought, he slipped into the line of people gathering at the gate, and did his best to look like an impoverished and unfortunate man, down on his luck. For once, it wasn't entirely an act.

"Bless you," he murmured to one of the sisters as he entered.

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 06:40 am UTC (link)
"Bless you, as well." She replied, opening the gate, and letting in the people. Some had their own bowls. A short trip across flagstones set into winter-brown grass and icy mud, and then into a low, long building, set with tables where more bowls waited, and additional chairs against the walls for those with their own.

Half a dozen nuns in full habit, and one in a slightly more elaborate habit were already spooning soup. People were having bowls filled, accepting chunks of grease-spread barley bread, but not yet eating. A blessing would be said first.

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 06:47 am UTC (link)
Eric politely gathered his soup and bread when it was his turn, glancing around as he did so. He never could really understand nuns - women who gave their entire life over to God, without reservations. Of course, there were the women who became nuns to escape their past...

"Thank you, miss," he said, nodding with what he hoped was a reverent expression to the lady in the elaborate habit. There would be plenty of time for wondering how many nuns had dirty little secrets under those smocks while 'praying'.

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 07:00 am UTC (link)
It was not long before forty or so people were seated, and served, and the priest came in, said a brief blessing, and dining began. The soup was actually a rich mixture of beans, root vegetables, potatoes, oats, even some meat. The meat seemed to be of two types, some form of poultry, in small bits, and slightly larger chunks of what was likely mutton. It was a bit on the salty side, but otherwise nicely seasoned, with tarragon, and something else.

The grease on the barley bread was a bit bland, but did include a smidge of drippings, so was certainly not unpalatable.

A few more people drifted in, and the nuns served them, too, and said quiet blessings with them. They then drifted around, talking to this person or that, apparently making rounds of those both familiar and not.

One finally stopped by Eric. It was the older one, with the slightly different habit. "I have not seen you here before, young man."

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 07:07 am UTC (link)
Eric wasn't one to complain about food, especially when he was accepting it for free. He ate hungrily, and looked up only when the nun spoke.

"I was not aware that you were here, miss - and I've been very down on my luck lately and afraid to look around too much over the past few months."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 07:20 am UTC (link)
"This is quite understandable, considering what has been happening of late. I am Reverend Mother Michael Therese. You may refer to me as Reverend Mother. Your accent. It is not entirely familiar?"

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 07:24 am UTC (link)
"I'm far from home, Reverend Mother," Eric explained. "Another aspect of the current state of my misfortunes, I fear."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 07:28 am UTC (link)
"I see. Exactly how far? Will things become...very awkward if you cannot soon return?"

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 07:32 am UTC (link)
Eric shrugged. "I hope not -- I hate when things get awkward. Thus far, nobody seems to openly mind my presence here. On the other hand, running low on money and being far from home can be a dangerous thing."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 07:35 am UTC (link)
"Yes, this is so. Do you yet have lodgings? Is there any specific sort of work that you can do?"

The Reverend Mother noted how he'd so far avoided saying where he was actually from. Not anywhere in Eastern Europe, she was certain. Not from the Mediterranean, or Central areas, either. Not British, certainly...and of course not French.

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 07:39 am UTC (link)
Eric chuckled. "I do... although for how long, I'm honestly not certain. I'm good with my hands, and good at solving problems, but around here, the only people who want problems solved..." He lowered his voice, just in case. "... are the Germans, and I don't like the kind of work they'd offer."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 07:47 am UTC (link)
The Reverend Mother crossed herself quickly. "I would hope to not know of such things." It was a somewhat vague answer, considering her initial reaction. She knew she had to monitor herself better. The man was a stranger, after all. "Perhaps we might find some work for you. I shall ask around?"

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 08:04 am UTC (link)
"That would be appreciated, Reverend Mother, if you happened to know of such." Eric noted the reaction, but didn't question it. "My luck definitely could use the lift."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 08:07 am UTC (link)
"Most definitely...Mr...?"

She'd tease a bit of information out of him eventually. Meanwhile, perhaps she could think of someone who needed a worker.

Perhaps if not, she could allocate a bit from the general funds. There were always repairs, and though the nuns did many of them, they did occasionally hire out for some of the heavier work. She'd been trying to match people to jobs quite often of late. Sometimes, she even managed to do it.

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 08:11 am UTC (link)
"Eric, of No Office of Importance," he chuckled, offering a hand. "My thanks for your generosity in these troubled times."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 08:14 am UTC (link)
The Reverend Mother quirked a smile. "Of course. Hmm. Your accent it is not European, is it?"

She'd been quietly wracking her brains, and so far, not a single European accent she'd ever heard matched it.

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 08:45 am UTC (link)
"Not really, no," Eric said, smiling a bit. "As I said, I'm a long way from home."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 08:49 am UTC (link)
She considered only another moment. "American?" She said at last. She'd had pen pals from that far afield, but really had not known anyone from there who also spoke French.

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 09:08 am UTC (link)
Eric nodded. "Correct." He grinned a moment. "Very far from home, I know."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 09:14 am UTC (link)
"Yes, very. But so far, I think, things could be worse. You're not English. That...that would be very bad. Alright, American Eric, of No-Office-of-Particular-Import. How do you feel about basic carpentry? And...are you Catholic?"

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 09:26 am UTC (link)
"Yes, very. But so far, I think, things could be worse. You're not English. That...that would be very bad. Alright, American Eric, of No-Office-of-Particular-Import. How do you feel about basic carpentry? And...are you Catholic?"


If it'll keep me fed and get me some temporary employment, I'll believe in little green faeries, Eric thought. Aloud, he commented, "No, I'm not English, though I speak it passably enough. And yes, I'm Catholic - although I must admit it's been a while since I've set foot in a church."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 09:38 am UTC (link)
"Well, then, that should make things a little easier, as access to portions of our grounds do tend to be rather restricted. Not based on religion, truly, but you are a man. We are not strictly cloistered here, but there are areas that are off-limits under normal circumstances, some even to the good Father. Some of these do need repairs, however. I do hope you are not afraid of heights, and don't mind a bit of an escort at times?"

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 09:44 am UTC (link)
Eric smiled. "Understood, Reverend Mother. I've never been afraid of heights, either." After all, he didn't expect the good Reverend Mother intended on having him jump from rooftop to rooftop, an activity he hadn't been fond of at the time. "And I don't mind being escorted - I'm sure that the ladies here would appreciate assurance that their virtue remains unimperiled in my company."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-20 10:35 am UTC (link)
"That would be the gist of it." She let out a soft chuckle. "The heights will usually be on the outside, though there is a bit of a catwalk for the worst of it, I believe. Roof patching. And there's some flooring and some sills that need to be fixed where water leaked in, some painting. That sort of thing. We do have a discretionary fund, and I'm certain you'll be able to eat and keep up your rent on what we can give you. We can also possibly find you lodgings, if that becomes difficult, and supply some meals. Too, we shall work on finding you something more permanent, if we can't keep you on longer term. Most of those we get in so far...they are not so capable. Many of those that are have been sent off to work for the Germans. We do what we can for the less fortunate as well, of course, but finding them situations can be trickier."

The vast majority there that evening were elderly, sickly, and/or female, a few with children.

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-20 07:15 pm UTC (link)
Eric nodded. "Understandable. Again, thank you for your assistance and generosity." If nothing else, it was a start until something more profitable came along, after all.

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-22 12:37 am UTC (link)
"Of course." She smiled slightly. "It is in times such as these that we must do the most to help our fellows, after all...all of us. Else, what will the world be allowed to become?"

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-22 12:45 am UTC (link)
Eric considered an answer to that, but decided that being flippant towards a paying customer was never worth the amusement from it. "Good question," he carefully replied. "If everyone were so kind and generous, perhaps times such as these wouldn't exist at all."

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-22 01:01 am UTC (link)
"That is the idea precisely." Said Reverend Mother Michael Therese.

"Now, I think that you should start first thing tomorrow? We have tools, so you need not worry about this. Come to the gate, and I or one of the Sisters will meet you. Have you any questions?"

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[info]the_businessman
2008-01-22 01:45 am UTC (link)
"No, I think I understand," Eric said. "Tomorrow, then. Thank you, Mother Reverend."

Well. It wasn't exactly a glamorous opportunity, fixing roofs at a convent - but all things considered, it was about as much as he could expect for the moment. Besides, Jesus had been a carpenter, and he hadn't minded fixing roofs... well, Eric wasn't entirely clear on that point, but at any rate, he imagined that it couldn't do his immortal soul any harm to help fix up a church, and might at least shorten his likely sentence to live within the fires eternal, should such things truly exist.

Besides, the nuns around here were pretty cute, even if they were as unobtainable as a fine German wine.

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[info]little_scary
2008-01-22 01:55 am UTC (link)
"Very good." The Reverend Mother graced him with a smile. "And bless you for aiding us in this, as well. I should be going, I'm afraid. There are those here who I need to see before the dinner ends, and we must send them safely home. It was a pleasure to meet you, Eric Of No-Office-Of-Particular-Importance."

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