Friday, April 3, 2009

Carabosse had something very important to confide to the fairy.

They suggested sweetly that Elf go practice his flying. He had spent the morning making certain the guest was comfortable and that everything was in order. Carabosse was known for her quick temper and impetuous spells.

A garden book on her table. Clean linen on the bed which he liberally doused with lavender scent. Fresh towels in the bathroom, and lavender bath powder and salts and fresh soap.

Boxes of tissue and fine linen hand towels.

Thimble and thread and despite his misgivings, needles and pins.

Someday they would have a chaise longue for the guest to nap on without disturbing the bed.

When she wanted to be, Carabosse was a charming, serious-minded fairy, and although her attention to details was perfunctory at best, she could cast an almost perfect spell.

For lunch, Fairy made her fromage a la crème. (This will show her dear friend that she hadn’t completely lost all refinement while living out in the woods, as Carabosse called Topanga). She served a pound of cottage cheese molded in her best china bowl, with powdered sugar and a bowl of thick, sour cream.

Fairy admired her dear old friend for her relentless interest in new spells.

Long ago Fairy exhausted that enthusiasm.

“Let’s go to the Waterfall this afternoon and absorb a lecture on turning gossips into harps. You didn’t know that the earliest harp was just a common bored wife and if we go around to the Waterlily or Café Mimosa, I am sure we might find one or two. Wouldn’t you love just casting that one naughty spell again, for old time’s sake?”

“Not without some fine-tuning,” Fairy answered, laughing.

“Oh well, if you won’t go to the coffee shops, we could go to that Mexican restaurant!”

“I thought you had something terribly important to tell me!” Fairy said, gently, to change the subject.

She did, and what Carabosse told the Fairy that afternoon was absolutely shocking.

Shocking news is pleasant taken with a pitcher of margaritas served on the sunny deck at Abuelitas overlooking the sun-dappled creek.

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