Edgard and Bastien are sitting in a fine parlor where they were led to and provided tea when they inquired about Madame Cordier. A slight, frail woman who provided the tea sits and looks vacantly past them out the window.
Edgard glances at Bastien, shrugs and asks, “Are you Madame Cordier?”
Her eyes widen in worry and she slowly nods, opening her mouth to speak when a voice from a descending staircase answers.
“No,” the second woman says adjusting her jaunty hat and at the final step, holds her arm out to the two men. “I am Madame Cordier.”
A door burst open to reveal a third woman dressed in a floor length silk gown, red faced and angry,
“You said I could be her this time! You said!”
The final woman, in servant’s clothes nods trailing behind says,
“It’s true, Janae, it was Anne-Marie’s turn.”
The frail woman stands and throws out her arms knocking over a tea kettle.
“NO!” She thunders. “They asked ME. I found them first!”
Edgard takes a breath in. This ‘Madame Cordier’ may not have been the best choice.
Beside Edgard, Bastien's eyebrows tick up a little higher with each new addition to the tug-o-war over this identity. He glances at Edgard—a little amusement, mostly solidarity in the face of this absurdity—before looking back at them.
"Mademoiselles," he says, "we were well aware the Madame Cordier has passed on. There is no need to fight."
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Edgard glances at Bastien, shrugs and asks, “Are you Madame Cordier?”
Her eyes widen in worry and she slowly nods, opening her mouth to speak when a voice from a descending staircase answers.
“No,” the second woman says adjusting her jaunty hat and at the final step, holds her arm out to the two men. “I am Madame Cordier.”
A door burst open to reveal a third woman dressed in a floor length silk gown, red faced and angry,
“You said I could be her this time! You said!”
The final woman, in servant’s clothes nods trailing behind says,
“It’s true, Janae, it was Anne-Marie’s turn.”
The frail woman stands and throws out her arms knocking over a tea kettle.
“NO!” She thunders. “They asked ME. I found them first!”
Edgard takes a breath in. This ‘Madame Cordier’ may not have been the best choice.
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"Mademoiselles," he says, "we were well aware the Madame Cordier has passed on. There is no need to fight."
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"I do not think it is your place to say who the Madame Courdier is." She sniffs and raises herself higher.
The woman in servant's clothes gives Janae a warning glare.
"Monsieur, you must excuse my sister, she has a temper. We are all Cordiers, I am Marta. You are here on business, I assume?"
Anne-Marie stage whispers to the frail woman, "Of course, she just takes over." She rolls her eyes.
Edgard slurps his tea loudly.