|Marie Chabert (boulanger) wrote in la_vie_rpg,|
@ 2008-04-09 00:57:00
Who: Marie ot whomever
Where: the bakery
When: April 09, 1941 - morning
What: Marie is doing business
From the back door came an urgent knock, and Marie left the shop in the capable hands of her granddaughter while she answered it.
"Emil! How are you, dear?" Marie greeted the young son of the seamstress. She'd known him since he was a child. Now a young man, he stood holding a shawl in his hands, looking somewhat distressed. The lame leg that had kept him out of both the French army and away from the forced labor of the Germans was supported by a makeshift brace. "Is everything alright with your mother?"
"Oh, she has been better. She is not doing too well..."
"I'm sorry to hear that- is she ill?" Marie frowned.
"Not ill but - business has not been good. She asks if I could maybe have some bread in exchange for one of her shawls..."
"What a lovely shawl- of course," Marie said. She took the item from him carefully. Of course, even if it had been a less-than-lovely shawl, she would have accepted the trade. Helping her neighbors was far more important in times like these. "Just a moment, and I'll pack up some bread for you."
She made sure to tuck two sweet rolls in along with the breads, and handed the bag over to him. "Give my best to your mother."
Emil thanked her profusely, and limped back down the lane. With a sigh, she watched him go a while before closing the door and returning to the front of the shop.