Antomea's Chronicle - Hera 22 The Untameable Shrew
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(Chez Nere) An inn, run by a woman of character who to promote her small business, decided that like in the big city, she would find a catchy slogan to get customers to come back to eat and sleep in her small establishment.
(After discovering my calf head, you will never forget me again).
After many days of thinking about it, taking into account her culinary speciality, her simple customers and the population of the city, it was for this honest but particularly innovative advertising slogan that the owner of this family-run inn opted. Seeing the small sensation her original idea produced when even the rabid mayor came to find this widow who is also Calvy's least courted wife, the one who discreetly gets nicknamed, (the untameable shrew), could only be very satisfied with herself.
Sitting at a table at the inn in question, Alice watchs speechlessly as the girl stuffed herself with calf's head with lentils. This girl must have been raised in a pigpen. No longer able to bear the spectacle to see all these small lentils stuck on Lucy's cheeks, she pulls out a handkerchief from a dimensional s.p.a.ce. She has never been so kind to another person, and although she wonders (Why?) at herself, her handkerchief is gently resting on the cheek swollen with food.
"I'm wiping all the grime off your face, so stop moving."
The teenage girl lets the young woman do her toilet, but still very suspicious when she eats, she covers her plate with her arms.
"Can you wipe my teeth? I'm not sure because I can't see the inside of my mouth, but I think I've got some meat stuck between those in front. Here! Look!"
She shows her the inside of her mouth, which is full. How disgusting! At first stunned by so much stupidity, seeing the teenager laughing, Alice feels a wave of anger rising in her. Her hand always cleans the dirty little cheek, the nasty kid shows her the inside of her mouth with her finger and thus has temporarily forgotten her so precious plate. For the young woman, this is the perfect opportunity. Her hand moves very quickly from the little cheek to the back of the mocking girl's head, then with an extremely quick gesture, she propels her towards the plate that still contains a lot of food.
(Boom) Inside the inn's dining room, the men whose the eyes rest discreetly on this appetizing table, squeeze their lips to hide their laughter, however, behind her counter, a woman with an unflattering face, squints her beady eyes.
With a heavy step, to the sound of the floor, which although it has been redone not even two years ago, sinks and cracks, the shrew approaches the table on which, a young girl takes her head off her plate. Faced with the waste of this food she has prepared by incorporating 5/8 of the waste produced by the local slaughterhouse and 3/8 of good quality meat, the woman of ill-tempered nature clenches her fists so as not to hit this child whose face, even very dirty, is too perfect.
"You there, the little idiot with the dirty face! My cooking is not something you can play with without suffering the consequences. Here, this is a peaceful place where families stop to discover my calf head and by behaving like an idiot, you are hurting my business. Therefore, I'm going to ask you both to pay up and leave the premises immediately."
On their chairs, the customers who take great pleasure in watching the two beautiful girls would like to intervene, but it's true that the shrew's calf's head is still worth a second look.
"But I haven't finished eating and it's her fault. I was enjoying of your calf head and now this girl attacks me for no reason, so no, I don't want to leave."
Hearing the words of that reckless little Miss who unveils her pretty thighs to the eyes of men without shame, the shrew sees red. What lax parents could have brought up this child to be so rude? As for the young woman with oversized b.r.e.a.s.t.s, it is undeniable that it is her elder sister, so what is she waiting for to calm down this insolent little girl? Unable to bear such a rebellious att.i.tude in her establishment where authority prevails over joy any longer, the shrew raises her arm.
(Slap) "Listen to me, you little impertinent. I raised two girls and not one of them would have allowed herself to answer to an adult as you're allowing yourself to do right currently. Now, if you don't want me to teach you about life with my boots, pay up and get out."
Lucy's confused and sad little face makes her want to break that woman between her fingers right here and now, but remembering that she came in this world with a clear purpose, and that according to wise people it would be easier for her to get information by pretending to be a mere human, Alice holds her fist which has already become covered with that black aura that consumes all life as soon as she releases it.
"Lucy, I'll buy you anything you want on the street stalls. You, here's your money. Come and no, Lucy, leave your plate here."
…
Nestled in Alice's arms, as her little hand explores the world, a broad smile spreads over Lucy's pretty lips. "However, the other inn was better."
Indeed, the other inn was much better... "Take your hand away from there at once." ...at least the room had two beds.
Lucy seems very surprised by this request, but not wanting arguing with her new friend who she considers a bit like an older sister, after a little laughter, her hand comes up under her head. "Helene always gives me a kiss so that I have sweet dreams... Hey, aren't you going to kiss me?"
Alice takes a deep breath. Is this girl playing dumb, or is she really that stupid? "I didn't mind the hand that was along your body, however, it's the hand that's walking around where it shouldn't be who stressing me out a little."
Lucy removes the hand she just placed under her head to scratch her nose. "I'm educating myself. Caius always told me to be curious about everything. That only those who are curious go far in life, so by discovering new things with my hand, I can get a glimpse of what I'll be like when I grow up. Say! My kiss, is it coming?"
Try to have a serious discussion when this wooden head is not decided is completely useless. Alice therefore removes herself the hand that slipped into the cleavage of her babydoll and freely searches her personal belongings. "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."
…
"Kuik, this cheap Stuffs will lead me to my death."
In the kitchen of (Chez Nere), the shrew squeak. These terracotta plates painted yellow were certainly not expensive to buy, but they are real wounds to clean. Too concentrated to clean one of these plates of very poor quality, but she admits it, at a price defying all compet.i.tion, she can't hear the back door opening slowly.
The stains embedded in the rough-bottomed plate resist, discreet footsteps approach her back. Finally, she puts the plate, more or less correctly scrubbed, on the pile that she still has to wipe off, and sweat-soaked, she takes a little water from her water tub to refresh her face.
A normal person would be repulsed by cleaning herself with greasy water whose calf's head smell would repel a thirsty vulture, but the woman who works in this stench daily, no longer pays attention to such a small detail.
Feeling fresher, cleaner, almost more desirable, now in a better mood, her hand mechanically moves towards the pile of dirty plates always positioned in the same place when suddenly, someone grabs her wrist and brings her arm behind her back.
The person covers the shrew's mouth with its other hand and with a violent gesture, (Crack) it breaks her arm.
Under the unbearable pain she feels, the eyes of the shrew open wide. She wants to scream, however, this hand, which is probably a woman's hand and which blocks her mouth like a vice, tightens her grip even more. The pressure is unbearable. Her throat is quickly filled with blood dripping from her lips and her jaws emitting an awful fissure sound.
(Crack) (Crack) (Crack) Submitted to an inhuman pain and dizziness due to the sound of her teeth breaking, the shrew loses consciousness.
When it feels that the woman is no longer able to resist, the person plunges the shrew's head into her tub of dirty dishwater. In a slightly bent position, its hand pressing on the head of the woman who is drowning without a sound, the person waits for about two minutes, then, feeling that the matter must be settled, it throws the shrew's lifeless body against the back wall, and then always very discreetly, the person goes back the way it came in.
Antomea's Chronicle - Hera 22 The Untameable Shrew
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