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Tweak says, "Stop! Hammer Time!"

Effie (lacemaker) wrote in lechance,
@ 2008-08-27 20:36:00

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effie gallehawk, jonathan ibis

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Effie had lifted the gloves from her pillow the night before, and carefully pressed them between clean handkerchiefs inside her bible. This morning, she packaged them up, wrote the destination address in neat script on the outside of the parcel, and requested the services of one of the chaperones to accompany her to the post office.

It was a fine morning, and a treat to be outside in precious daylight rather than using it to continue work on her next commission, but bobbins could be wound by lamp light and she was hardly overwhelmed with work. Her mind was still on the possible stitches she could use in the panels of the fan when they reached the post office and she stopped abruptly, clutching her parcel securely to her chest and stepping back when she saw someone on their way out. "Oh! Excuse me, please, I didn't...please, after you."

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	lacemaker 2008-08-29 11:53 am UTC (link)
	She smiled, pleased. "Then I shall do so, for several were broken on the journey here. Thank you, Mr. Ibis." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonathan_ibis 2008-08-29 12:12 pm UTC (link)
	He smiled warmly, stopping them in front of the hotel, looking up at it, then at Mr. Fielding before looking at Effie again. "I'd like to call on you sometime if I may?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lacemaker 2008-08-29 12:20 pm UTC (link)
	Glancing at the hotel, and then back at him, her smile widened and warmed. "I'd like that very much, aye. My thanks for your escort, it's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She released his arm, folding her hands in front of her for lack of a parcel to occupy them further. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jonathan_ibis 2008-08-29 12:39 pm UTC (link)
	He gave her a half-bow and a sweet smile, nodding at her chaperon as well before turning and walking off with a light step. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lacemaker 2008-08-29 12:43 pm UTC (link)
	She smiled and curseyed in response, and then mounted the steps, returning to the dimmer light of the hotel, thanking Mr. Fielding and climbing the staircase to her room to begin winding bobbins for her next commission, a lace collar to sit on a lady's evening gown. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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