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All Hallow's Eve: Painting

Adéle set the tea tray down, distributing teacups. She sat down by Judith, sipping her own heated concoction carefully, minding not to be burned.

Judith broke the silence with an inquiry.

“Adéle…did you have a governess as a child?”

The French girl looked slightly surprised, but set down her teacup as she answered.

“Oui, Madame. I had the most wonderful governess. Jane was her name.”

Elizabeth erupted into peals of bright laughter, her rosy cheeks lighting up in the fire as she tugged forcefully on one of Judith’s stray curls.

Vivian gave a wry smile at the sight. It was something fit for a painting.

“How about you, Viv?”

The said lady gave a slow, deliberate shake of her head.

“I’m afraid not. I was a passionate child…quite reckless, if I remember correctly; but Mother doted on me too much…she never did want a governess.”

“Aren’t we a motley bunch?” Judith mirthfully said, swinging Elizabeth up into the air so the baby could laugh more.

Adéle nodded her consent.

And they were silent.

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