An Encounter in a Manor
Deirdre was walking with Marnie around Home one chilly weekend, down the path by the lake and the fence.
“I don’t understand why you keep writing all these love stories, Deirdre. In all our years of friendship, never have you been the romantic type. What changed?” Marnie asked her friend. She was bundled up in even more layers. The cold air nipped at her skin and made the musician shudder.
“Am I not allowed to have a new interest? I didn’t start a big huff when you took up woodworking, now did I?”
“No, I suppose you didn’t.” Marnie sighed. She paused, looking off to the side. She spotted a new building. It was a decadent manor with a little porch. It had detailed wooden beams and a fine brick. A fireplace was on the side, and a light amount of smoke escaping it.
“How interesting is that? It seems someone’s moved in right under our noses!” Marnie remarked. Deirdre turned and nodded.
“Oh how lovely! If I’m not mistaken that looks to be Edwardian.” The teacher mentioned, approaching it. Marnie grabbed her pig friend, pulling her back.
“We shouldn’t- it’s cold out and we don’t want to be a bother to our new neighbor. Plus, it’d be a better idea to bring a gift along with us! That and our other neighbors.” She chided Deirdre gently. She groaned, pulling her along and up the porch.
“Marnie, let’s just introduce ourselves! We hardly ever get out and meet new people. I don’t want to pass on this chance!” Deirdre said with gusto as Marnie followed her to the door. She rang the doorbell with a press of her hoof and waited patiently.
A woman taller than both of them opened the door. She had curly strawberry blonde hair and a long feminine face. She looked down them with a smile. She was wearing a blue dress with floral print.
“Good afternoon! May I help you?” She spoke with a slightly posh accent. She held her hands in front of her. Deirdre looked on in awe and Marnie slinked behind her.
“My name is Deirdre, and this is Marnie. We’d like to be some of the first to welcome you to this neighborhood!” The teacher spoke gleefully.
“Oh my, you came all the way out here to welcome me? That’s so nice of you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Please, do come inside for tea.” The woman said with a polite smile. She opened her home to them, and they came inside from the cold.
Entering the little manor was like stepping from winter into spring. The house was warm, full of plants and fine decor. This was only the entryway. Beyond the arch was a little sitting room where the woman was pouring two cups of tea. It smelled like jasmine.
Deirdre took off her coat, adjusted her tie and entered the sitting room while Marnie took off a coat, a shawl, a scarf, a second shawl, and a cardigan to finally be in her usual thick sweater and shawl. She joined her best friend in the room with the woman.
“My apologies for forgetting to introduce myself! My name is Minerva Mannerly, welcome to my home.” She said kindly, sitting down across from the more seasoned neighbors.
“It’s no problem at all, Minerva. It’s very nice to meet you.” Deirdre said, taking the china teacup in her hoof.
“You as well. Please, do tell me about yourselves.” Minerva prompted. Marnie looked to Deirdre who took the lead.
“Well, I’m a teacher. I teach at the boarding school by Howdy’s, you just follow the path for a little bit and it’s there. Marnie here is a musician, she plays so many different instruments it’s incredible.” She explained, taking a sip of tea. Minerva oohed and have a gentle clap.
“Do you perform frequently?” She asked. Marnie cleared her throat, holding the teacup to warm her hands up.
“N-no, I mostly teach my neighbors.” Marnie murmured anxiously. Minerva shook her head gently.
“Oh thats interesting!” She replied politely. Minerva drank her tea to fill the silence. Deirdre looked at Marnie and cleared her throat. The musician sighed, sitting up straighter.
“Thank you for having us in your beautiful home. What do you do for a living?” Marnie asked, albeit with halted words.
Minerva smiled at the compliment.
“Oh, I don’t do much. But I do frequently host little cotillions and parties. I do love to throw parties.” The posh woman spoke then took a sip of her tea.
“Oh, I love parties! That’s so interesting. And you said cotillion balls? How frequently do you host them?” Deirdre piped up. Minerva looked at her with a smile.
“Oh, once every month or so. I say, you can never go wrong with being a little bit fancy sometimes! It just as we do as fine, upstanding women, is it not?” She replied. Marnie gave a halfhearted smile and held her cup like it would break if she let go of it.
Deirdre glanced at Marnie and snickered quietly. Marnie chuckled, wiping her eye of a tear before she finally spoke up again.
“Yes, we are all fine, upstanding, socially responsible women.” She giggled. Deirdre nearly dropped her tea cup. Minerva looked on confused, but she began to chuckle.
“Is- is there a joke? Is it funny?” Minerva asked with a polite grin. The teacher and the musician looked to each other, sighing as their laughter halted.
“Right, I suppose I should explain that. In college, Marnie and I had a professor who was a tad off in the head. He’d constantly say that ‘fine, socially responsible women should not be in his class’. It was a common math class. We always poked fun at him behind his back.” Deirdre explained. Minerva tilted her head in a confused motion.
“I don’t get it..” she mumbled. Minerva cleared her throat and put a smile back on her face.
“But I’m certain we will make plenty of jokes and have loads of fun together!” The posh woman said happily. Deirdre nodded.
“Absolutely. I suppose we should be going… Marnie’s already left to put her layers back on.” She said with an awkward chuckle. Deirdre fixed her hair.
“We really should stay in touch though. I can give you my personal number, and we can arrange a time to meet? Maybe I can get Marnie to bring her cello along. She does better when she doesn’t have to talk, really.”
“Oh, but of course! Whatever makes her feel comfortable. I shouldn’t want a new friend of mine to be forced into a situation that she wouldn’t like.” Minerva said. She held her hands together politely.
With a wave, the two women were off and walking away from the manor.
“Deirdre?”
“Yes, Marnie?”
“She was nice. That was uncomfortable, but I heard her say I was her friend. That makes me happy.” The musician said softly. Snow crunched under their feet as they walked, passing by birds cooed quietly. The world was still for a moment, and Deirdre smiled.
“I’m glad you’re happy. You know, we really should get out more. Who knows what new friends we’ll meet?” She asked. They looked forward at the path and snow began to fall.
“Absolutely not.” Marnie said with a giggle.
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