Rosalind Lutece (
originallutece) wrote2017-11-19 05:02 pm
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Rosalind LuteceProfessor of physics at Recolle University.
"Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood."
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She disliked how often I read books, so when she shooed me out of the library, I used to run and hide on our estate. I'd climb trees, if only because there were so many it wasn't easy to find me, and settle in to read for an afternoon.
I was thirteen or so when I fell out of a tree and broke my arm. She viewed it as a comeuppance for both being disobedient and indulging in what she viewed as 'masculine activities'.
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I'm sorry. That truly is terrible. I apologize for asking.
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[Or, well. The woman herself Rosalind has long since come to terms with. Some of the issues contained within the story are a little more present in her current life than she'd like to admit, but.]
My mother dismissed her within six months, both because I complained and because I was growing too old to need one. The arm healed, I continued to read, and she's likely long since passed.
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My mother never once thought of hiring a nanny for me so I suppose I should be lucky.
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I believe my mother wanted me to become independent and to stay alone on my own, or perhaps she thought I was already grown old enough to take care of myself. She was never too clear as to the reason why but she did often tell me that I had to be "strong" and that big boys didn't cry. I didn't really question it after that, to be honest.
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Luckily, my mother is never in town so it will be easy enough on my end.
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When can you come by, by the way?
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[ros it's like ten at night why . . . are you having supper now . . .]
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I can be over in approximately fifteen minutes?
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[Though in fifteen minutes, he'll find he won't need it, because the door is open. Kawaii-san is, naturally, waiting for him; the moment he opens the door the cat yowls in pleasure, throwing himself forward and towards Souji, eager to be given all the love he so clearly deserves (as though Rosalind doesn't let him sleep in her bed; as though there aren't cat towers and toys scattered throughout the house).
There's a delightful scent filling the air; Rosalind emerges from the kitchen, her hair tied back and her skirt a little floured.]
Come give me a hand--
[Apparently supper isn't entirely ready yet! ... at ten at night.]
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What are we making?
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He being Souji, obviously. It's a blessing he gets to hold Kawaii-san at all.]
Meat pies. Four, to be precise, because I didn't want to try halving the recipe on top of everything.
[The dough is already made and neatly laid out; the filling is being worked on now. Vegetables and potatoes cook on the stove; Rosalind is busy cutting meat.]
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We can give on to Kawaii-san. I'm sure he'd appreciate it.
[ spoil the cat, ros ]
Where should I help?
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But frankly, simply keeping him occupied and me company would be the best help right now. In a few minutes you can drain the vegetables and check the potatoes, though.
[She glances over at him, then adds:]
I used to live on these when I was in university. It's high time I learnt how to make them myself.
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I've never had these before, actually. Perhaps this is the moment I will begin my dark descent into living off these for the rest of my university days?
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