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Pretty little town
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2020-10-17 23:34:10At that moment the waitress Gina brought a pot of tea and the conversation at the next table was stopped at Gina's deepest gratitude, as Only now did the three women notice that the table next to them could follow their conversation without any problems. Any further conversation until Gina left the bar was only conducted in a whisper and Gina could concentrate on her daily newspaper again.
Two cups of tea and a large piece of cream cake later, Gina carried her shopping bag the few hundred meters to the Catholic Church, which she wanted to see, even though it did not correspond to her religious belief. She had to admit that these were actually always decorated much nicer than their own Anglican churches. To their disappointment, however, this Catholic Church was not particularly spectacular and also quite small, so that it started the way back faster than expected.
Shortly before seven o'clock she got back to the nine-armed octopus. She considered going in the front door for a moment, but decided against it because she had to put the key back in its place anyway. She opened the side door and stepped up the step to the hall when she saw Francis straightening the picture over the bench. Behind Gina the door slammed with a loud crash. He looked around nervously at her, then nodded in a friendly manner, but without looking her in the eye, and disappeared in the direction of the dining room.
Mrs. Drake whirled around the kitchen when Gina entered. Through the locked door to the taproom, the guests heard a soft babble of voices.
"Good evening Mrs. Drake, I'll be back then." Only now in the warm kitchen did Gina notice that the damp November air had become very cold, even if the storm had meanwhile subsided to a strong wind. She shivered slightly.
Mrs. Drake paused and looked up. “That's nice, child. Have you looked around a bit? ”
“ Yes, I did. It's a pretty little town. "
" Yes, yes, it really is, "replied Mrs. Drake inattentively.
" The harbor and sea are really breathtaking. It reminds me so nicely of home. "
" What? Yes You come from a port city, too. "Mrs. Drake stirred a large soup pot, tasted it with a small spoon, nodded her head and turned the gas flame. Then she began peeling potatoes at a long work table.
Gina was slowly warming up in her coat. "Shouldn't I help?"
"No, no! Francis and I can do it. There isn't so much going on on Saturday evening." She continued to look concentrated at her potato and let the bowl snake into it Grow length until it fell into a provided bucket and Mrs. Drake tossed the potato into a large pot of water.
Gina was already feeling rather redundant, but made one last attempt: "Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes. But if you want, you can afterwards like to come down to eat. ”
“ Yes, maybe. But I just had a huge piece of cream cake for tea in the café at the train station, so I don't know if I'll be hungry again afterwards. ”
Mrs. Drake tossed another potato into the pot. “Oh, sea air makes you hungry, you know that yourself best. And now make sure that you come out of my kitchen and relax a little by tomorrow. ”
“ All right, see you later, maybe, ”Gina replied with a small stab in her chest at this rejection and went to her room. She felt she would have to work hard with Mrs. Drake to gain her respect.
When she came through the taproom, Francis was nowhere to be seen and few tables were occupied. She greeted everyone warmly when she glanced She met, and then climbed the stairs to her room. At the top she stowed her coat and shoes in the closet, opened the window and began to clean the room a little. It didn't take her long to do this, then she closed the window and heated the fireplace She picked up her biscuit box and her novel and made herself comfortable in front of the fire.
She hadn't read long, a damsel was straightening up An extremely intrusive proposal made by a disgusting black knight when she paused. She tried to recall the picture of the dining room. Had a sword, a wand and a fool's cap really been lying on a small side table?
Nonsense! She scolded herself. I think I should really get another book from the library on Monday. This is beating my mind! She immersed herself in history again.
A few hundred kilometers to the east, in a small fishing village, there was a knock on the window of a quaint café that had already closed for the night. An older woman opened it and looked out. “Mark, what are you doing here?”
“Hello Mrs. Trippelten-Mews. Is Gina there? Can I talk to her? ”It whispered back from the darkness.
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