"Mom, water," said Flo from his seat.
"Me too, me too!" Came forward Daianne crawling on all fours.
The two small joys of home, as he used to call Claude, grew visibly, and even though they were physically very different, their beauty was almost priceless.
Daianne, hair the color of gold, tied in a braid full of ribbons, just three years already showed all her femininity: she loved to sing nursery rhymes that taught her father Vincent, and lost no opportunity to wear elegant dresses and pompous, to cherish in front of his dad.
Florence, brown curls and rebels, two bright eyes and a decidedly less docile, he was not still for a moment, and his favorite game was to make the teasing she happened to anyone under fire, then run and hide laughing amused.
Yes, because while Daianne did not want to learn to walk, Flo had already taken its first steps, and obviously this made things more difficult for poor Virginie: keep up with her was a real enterprise!
Basically though, it was just a child a bit 'more lively than usual, and the gentleness with which she was crouched sleep, made her forget all the pranks, conscious of the fact that she was a child.
Berget The couple were not equipped with enormous wealth: Claude worked as a carpenter for the noble families of the place, making commission decorative items for homes, but also doors, beds, dressers and closets.
Disciple of the old Penny, had become so good in time to pay tribute to that old saying that states that the student than the teacher, had built canopies for Tricot, the Muriel and even for Bricherat. This guaranteed for him and his family an existence not great, but decent, and allowed, from time to time, to return home with gifts for small, or a surprise for Virginie.
She, on the other hand, knew how to sew perfectly
and many women, especially the more affluent, they were making clothes from fabrics fine for weddings or parties mundane that one or two times a month that saw gathered all powerful in the area.
He started from pot holders, like all great tailors, and gradually was able to learn all the secrets of cutting and sewing, to be listed as a dressmaker in the neighborhood: it goes without saying that the most elegant dresses that made her wear the girls came directly from his talent and generosity of these rich ladies who gave her the scraps of the fabrics used for their clothing, often adorned with beads, fabric flowers and bright colors.
The little village that Father Vincent was able to build houses, in addition to the Church and a large park where you can walk on hot days, even a room for meetings between members, and a room for Angelique, the young perpetual Pastor: hair held high by a lace ribbon, carefully packaged by Virginie, and a dress not too cumbersome, Angie was a very bright boy and willing. In addition to performing their daily tasks, helped Mrs. Berget at home, spent much of his free time with the girls,
and arranged to prepare meals for all, stopping only late at night, now when the whole village had turned a blind eye.
The food was unique and shared, even though the family lived in another house Berget: Father Vincent had expressly asked Virginia to meet all together, including Angelique, for lunches and dinners, but also to honor the Lord to give an example of family unity and harmony.
So while France tried to recover from wars and genocide, the massacres, massacres and looting reigned supreme in the village atmosphere of peace and tranquility, with the work of prayer, but also moments of leisure and small parties held by the same priest to call the faithful to himself lost by years of fears.
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