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Entry #2772

Mathieu called out to me from the doorway of my grandfather’s library.  Lying on top of one of the gigantic bookshelves, I beckoned him to come in.

 “How did you get up there, Eddie.” I smirk with one arm hanging over the side.

“I climbed, Mathieu, I climbed.” He shook his head refusing to indulge my supposed bad behavior.

“You were missed in the lesson today. I believe your uncle pays me…” I jumped in.

 “To come here on a Saturday and waste my time, yes?” Mathieu rolled his eyes impatiently.

 “You, of all people, should appreciate the beauty of language, Eddie.” I shifted to my side, but kept my eyes straight ahead.

 “(In French) I do appreciate it, Mat so I use it. (In English) I’ve mastered a few of those languages you’re trying to get those twats to swallow better than you.” I raised an eyebrow. “I refuse to sit there week after week these days as the rest of the lot pukes out nonsense.” I peered down to him in his light gray slacks and light blue button up. “You and I both know I only join in on the festivities every so often to see you.” He turned around to face the door. I sat up and swung my legs over the side. “Must we play this game, Mr. Marceau? You’re not as shy as you pretend in this moment.” I paused and laughed to myself. Moving my right hand to the side of my face, I spoke in the most innocent voice I could muster. “How is Allison? Does she still have that magnificent smile?” He walked toward the doors and closed them. As he turned around, I noticed his eyes were closed, and then he spoke quietly.

“She is well. She loved the books you sent her. I’ve brought you one although I’m quite sure you’ve read it.” He pulled the small book out of back right pants pocket and held it up for me to see.

“What is it? Do you think I’ll like it?” He walked toward the bookshelves again and tilted his hand from side to side showing a bit of insecurity.

“Persuasion by Ms. Austin. I think you shall enjoy it for all that its worth.” I located the wooden ladder I used to climb up at the backend of the shelf and proceeded to make my way down.

 “You know that I stay away from those idealistic tales. Ms. Austin is after my heart and I won’t let her have it,” I quipped as I descended. Mathieu stood motionless as I made my way around the shelf. When I was in sight he glided slowly toward me. Looking down at the book he offered,

“Then you won’t read her?” Adjusting my bangs so that the hair would stay out of my eyes, I took the book in my hand and looked at it.

 “You brought it for me, did you not? It would be disrespectful of me not to at least open it. I’m trying not to be a book elitist.” I looked up into his soft blue eyes and gently shrugged. “Tell me, Mat. How was the lesson today?” His glare was strong, but unconscious. He chuckled a bit.

“Absolutely dreadful…Your cousins decided to slaughter ever word one could use to describe a meal in Spanish. When I asked them to switch course and work on their French, they began discussing “getting laid” and hairy women. I can’t handle them without you.” I smiled.

 “You beg them to work. You must make them respect you instead, Mathieu.” His head fell a bit.

 “They will never be the pupils you were.” I raked my hand through his light brown hair slowly.

“Perhaps, if they knew you the way I do, they would come around.” I kissed him on his cheek and lingered for a moment. “Then again, perhaps if Allison knew you the way I do, she too would come around.” He put his hands on my waist nervously. “My dear Mathieu, once you graduate you won’t be making house calls, will you? What a bachelor you will be.” I put my arms around his neck and touched his smooth sculptured face. “Will you still have time for me once you propose to Allie?” His hands move up my back to my face. He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. He focused his gaze on my eyes

“You are one of a kind, Eddie. I don’t see how I could possible quit you, no matter where I go or …” I pressed my lips against his left hand and looked down.

 “Or who you do?” Moving his hands to my neck, he kissed me quickly. I walked backwards between the towering shelves so as to hide the unbuttoning of my short cocktail dress and his linen blue button up that he wore so studiously before it hit the floor. Against the back shelf of grandfather’s legendary library, Mathieu was not the elegant, soft soul he seemed to portray to all others. He was actually the complete opposite as a lover, the lover I had known him to be for years.

                                                                     Ever so,

                                                                                 Eden Eddie Worthing