It’s the first Saturday in September and the weather is what September should feel like– cool and crisp.
I come downstairs for breakfast, in one of my favorite dresses, a dark blue blazer on my shoulders.
When I walk into the dining room, Armelle whistles, then says, “You look beautiful.”
I smile, excited to know that she likes me. At least, I hope she does.
“This afternoon is the baptism,” she says. “Why are you dressed for it already?”
“I just wanted to wear a dress,” I say, going to grab a plate and silverware from the kitchen, since a place hasn’t been set for me.
“Well, it’s lovely. As you know, I am going to be Albane’s godmother, so we will all go to the baptism together. Marine is, of course, having a small party afterward, but not everyone can go. It’s normally just for immediate family and the godparents’ families. Since you are not part of our family, I put some pizza in the freezer so that you can have dinner tonight. There are also DVDs in my office since our WiFi is down.”
“Thank you,” I say politely, tearing off a piece of the baguette and putting it on my plate. I eat silently as the girls and their father stare at me.
Later, as we are all preparing to go to the baptism, Armelle corners me and tells me I must treat the priest with the utmost respect, as if I wouldn’t have had she not told me to. She ran me through how to say hello to him.
“You say, ‘Bonjour Monsieur L'abbé’.”
“Bonjour Monsieur l'abeille,” I say quickly, not aware that I’m calling him a bee.
“No. Say 'abbé’.”
“Abbé.”
“Bonjour Monsieur L'abbé.”
“Bonjour MonsieuR L'abbé.”
She sighs and rolls her eyes. “There is no R in monsieur. Try again. Faster.”
“Bonjour Monsieur l'abeille.”
She shakes her head, obviously frustrated that I can’t grasp this simple concept.
“Try again.”
“Bon-jour Mon-sieur L'a-bbé.”
“Faster.”
“Bonjour Monsieur L'abeille.”
She sighs again. “You’ll do fine I guess. Go get an umbrella and take Pauline and Marie to the cathedral.”
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