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Oh Brother, WHAT Are Thou?
Posted December
21, 2007
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Waramon: Tancredi, why the long face? It is Christmas, Joyeux Noel! Santa Claus will surely shun you for that sour
puss.
Tancredi: Eet ees supposed to be a ‘appy time of the year, weez famille and ze lov-ed ones surrounding – but
mine are not ici…
Persephone:
**writing to MJ**… Be grateful you are
not related to, or have around your domicile, a moping Frenchman. It is most
definitely not on Martha Stewart’s holiday decorating list…
Waramon: Hmmm, I thought WE were related to you, as
well – have I been laboring under a delusion all these years, then? Persephone,
is this some very elaborate joke of Father’s?
Persephone:
You know our father doesn’t have the capacity to mastermind such a joke – it is
all purely accidental. The album you peruse is proof of that.
Waramon: Oh, there’s a relief, then! See, Tancredi, what good times we had when we were just lads.
Your Maman roasted chestnuts, and our Mummy drank
all the port and sherry. How I love this old album, capturing it all for
posterity. Oh, and see Hippolyte there, in the tree –
Tancredi: Oui, zat lee-tle
oiseau --
al-weez weez ze sweet an’ dreamy ways… where ‘as ‘e got to… just as ma belle E’Clair an’ ma petite jeune fille zey are not ‘ere for moi. For why deed zey ‘ave to go back to Mam’zell Clara’s – why could zey
not wait un-teel af-ter ze holi-days? Cru-el,
cru-el wo-man.
Persephone: I
thought it was cruel to have brought them HERE in the first place.
Tancredi: Mock me all you weel,
but wheen you’ave ze true be-loved ‘oo ees taken a-way from you, you shall be sing-ing ze dif-ferent
chanson!
Persephone: Heaven
forfend that we should have to hear any of your
singing – or Waramon’s, for that matter. It is the
one proof you are brothers; there isn’t a big enough bucket for you to carry a
tune together, Jack and Jacques.
Waramon: And ‘tis more the pity I couldn’t have just
one more gift to add to my list of qualities – it would truly be an
embarrassment of riches! I think the gods passed it along to you for
safekeeping, Persephone *smile*.
Hippolyte: I be-lieve He did,
dear frere Wara-mon. Our petite soeur guards
it so well, I ‘ave not heard her sing in years.
Tancredi: Zat voice – ees eet -- ?
Waramon: It IS! My, my, Hippolyte
– we were just speaking of times past and of you in them. To what do we owe
this serendipitous visit?
Persephone: As
if we cannot put two and two together, and end up with multiples. Once again,
Ms. Beamlette has flung open her doors to yet another
of us. Did you seek, or were you sought after?
Tancredi: Ah, lee-tle frere – pourquoi are you dressed as ze re-ligious? Deed Mees Beamlette breeng you ‘ere to save
our souls? You ‘ave gone from be-ing ma bro-ther to ze frere de tout le monde!
Waramon: How lovely to know that Ms. Beamlette has not given up on we
heathens and hedonists yet! Inappropriate as this may sound, you look ravissant in those vestments, Hippolyte.
Uniforms DO make the man.
Persephone: By
now Ms. Beamlette is well aware of what a lost cause
we all are, so I doubt Hippolyte is here for that
purpose *arched eyebrow*.
Hippolyte: Persephone, she always know what is at the bot-tom of things, no? An’ Waramon, ‘e just to know bot-toms,
period! Actuellement,
I am ‘av-ing what they say, a crisis of the faith. I
write to Maman,
an’ ask where is Tan-credi, be-cause I wish to see ‘im. So, when she tell me of Ms. Beamlette, I know I must to come ‘ere. An’ a ‘appy sur-prise
it is, that my half-brother and sister they are ‘ere aussi.
Tancredi: Zo, Maman, she keep
zees a sur-prise zat you
might be com-ing ‘ere… wheen
deed you start your jour-ney to Mees
Beamlette’s?
Hippolyte: Why, you know, I on-ly
leave
Persephone:
Ministering under false pretences – now that could be considered quite a
trespass, don’t you think?
Hippolyte: Mais non, petite soeur they
‘ave the faith, that is all that counts… more than ‘ave I. That is why I come ‘ere, to find my-self an’ my best
purpose, what-ever that may be.
**enter Sparrow
sisters**
Buddha Girl:
Eh, look, sisters – it SANTY CLAUS!
Angry Sparrow:
He been on diet, den – didn’ know he s’pposed to be so skinny.
Tragic
Tancredi: Eet ees les oiseaux petites sauvages, mon frere
-- beware!
Buddha Girl:
We gots BONE to pick wit you, Santy
– you didn’ come see us last year. An’ don’ tink we fooled by you losin’
tonnage –
Angry Sparrow:
Yeh – we know it you. We not fooled.
Tragic
Hippolyte: *chuckling* Sor-ry,
lit-tle bir-die girls, but
I am NOT San-ta Claus – though I wish that I was, so
I could make the amends. I could to speak with him on your behalf – ‘ow would you like that?
Buddha Girl:
Hmmm… yeh. I see we get mix-up. You his son, I bet. Santy could never look dat good,
even wit lipo.
Angry Sparrow:
Yeh. We do mix-up. You son.
Talk to daddy, den, for us.
Tragic
Hippolyte: I am most flat-tered
– although I cannot pro-mise that, I will to be sure
that San-ta Claus bring you something ver-ry special this time, for ALL of you to en-joy
*beaming*.
Buddha Girl:
O-kay! You swell guy, Santy
Son! Dat best ting we hear in long time!
Angry Sparrow:
Yeh, best.
Tragic
Hippolyte: An’ a very MER-RY CHRISTMAS to every-one,
from the maison of Ms. Beamlette!
Tancredi: Oui, Joyeux Noel, from our ‘appy
lee-tle famille, to yours!
Persephone:
Yes, a most blessed and bountiful holiday season to all – resin and otherwise!
Waramon: Oh yes – bless us all! And Santa can bring
me a copy of said photo, too, while he’s at it *grin*.
Strangely sweet… and the next
story could be said to be that, too –
It’s
the Gingerbread House of Horrors...
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