Шоколад / Chocolat

“I thought you were with the carnival.”

Polite laughter; heh, heh, heh.

I held out a yellow plastic glove.

“Vianne Rocker. And the bombardier back there is my daughter Anouk.”

Sounds of soap explosions, and of Anouk fighting Pantoufle on the stairs. I could hear the priest waiting for details of Monsieur Rocker. So much easier to have everything on a piece of paper, everything official, avoid this uncomfortable, messy conversation.

“I suppose you are very busy this morning.”

I suddenly felt sorry for him, trying so hard, straining to make contact.

“Yes, we really need to get this place in order as soon as possible. It’s going to take time! But we wouldn’t have been at church this morning anyway, Monsieur le Curе. We don’t attend, you know.”

It was kindly meant, to show him where we stood, to reassure him; but he looked startled, almost insulted.

“I see.”

It was too direct. He would have liked us to dance a little, to circle each other like wary cats.

“But it’s very kind, of you to welcome us,” I continued brightly. “You might even be able to help us make a few friends here.”

He is a little like a cat himself, I notice; cold, light eyes which never hold the gaze, a restless watchfulness, studied, aloof.

“I’ll do anything I can.” He is indifferent now he knows we are not to be members of his flock. And yet his conscience pushes him to offer more than he is willing to give. “Have you anything in mind?”

“Well, we could do with some help here,” I suggested.

This was surely safe territory.

“I can’t think of anyone.” He is guarded, more so than anyone I have ever met. “But I’ll ask around.”

Perhaps he will. He knows his duty to the new arrival. But I know he will not find anyone. His is not, a nature which grants favours graciously.

“For luck.” I smiled, but his face was stony. He skirted the little offering as if it offended him.

“Maman?” Anouk’s head appeared in the doorway, hair standing out in crazy spikes. “Pantoufle wants to play outside. Can we?”

I nodded.

“Stay in the garden.” I wiped a smudge of dirt from the bridge of her nose. “You look a complete urchin.