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Post by Catherine Barter on Apr 27, 2006 22:19:29 GMT
[ModNote: Continued indirectly from Dinner for 2 At The Estate.] *Catherine opened her eyes slowly and stared up at the ceiling as the sun began to rise, turning the room to a pale yellow colour. She got up and slid the sheets off herself heading to the bathroom for a quick wash before getting dressed and heading down to the shop. She had to be up early today with a new delivery of various items all which she still needed to find space for.* *After washing and dressing in a pair or simple black trousers and a deep green top she headed downstairs and unlocked the shop door, She inhaled the fresh morning air deeply and hoped all things would go well today.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Apr 27, 2006 22:25:10 GMT
*Then out of the corner of her eye Catherine spyed a enverlp adressed to her sitting on the shops front step.*
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Post by Catherine Barter on Apr 27, 2006 22:30:56 GMT
*Catherine looks down at the letter quizically.*
Mail does not come this early.
*She bends down carefully and picks the envelope up, standing she quickly goes into the shop and sits on the only chair behind the counter as she opens the lip of the envelope and takes the letter out.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Apr 27, 2006 22:48:09 GMT
*The letter has the familer family crest of Catherien's Lover the Count Marcus Brinkatore the 3rd.*
*Catherine smiles to herslef and begins to read what she assumes is a lover letter or poem. However she soon realised it wans't a nice letter she was reading.*
Dear Catherine
It is with great sadness and a hevey hart that I must inform you of my departure from this realm for some forseable time.
I have recived word from the Americas that my Sister Layona Brinkatore has fallen gravely ill. Her pysiscans fear she is dieing.
There for I feel it only right that I return to the Americas to be by her side untill either she is well or she has passed on to join our father.
I know my depature will hurt you Catherine but never dought my love for you or the fact that I shall return to your arms in the futuer. But untill the joyus day when I may once again hold you and kiss you. Do not forget me or our great love
Yours forever Loveingly
Marcus Wolfgang Brinkatore. The 3rd Count Of Brinkatore.
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Post by Catherine Barter on Apr 27, 2006 22:55:37 GMT
*Catherine frowns as she reads the letter. Sad that Marcus had gone for sometime but more worried about his sisters health. She knew he had done the right thing and hoped his sister would make a full recovery. She stood up slowly and slipped the letetr back into it's envelope gently folding the envelope up she slid intoa pocket and picked up two candles from her bunch of them under the counter.* *Placing one white candle in a holder and one green she lit them both with a murmered prayer for Marcus's sister. Just as she finished the door swung open and the delivery arrived, though she spent most of the day moving everything to make room for the delivery and dealing with customers her mind was not far from Marcus or his sister.* [ModNote: Continued in Closing up Shop.]
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