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Other Colors -- Ch. 15 (part 2)

Date: 5/15/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

eyes, bracing for myself for her rebukes. “…I'm fine. Sorry I didn’t call earlier.” “Mon Dieu, Penny! You have no idea,” she moaned, “All is ruined. Ma vie est terminée .” I paused. I… don’t think she’s talking about me moving out. I sat up against the headboard, and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. If anxieties were the vice of my psyche, then histrionics were undoubtedly hers. Even so, I always strove to give her the benefit of the doubt; there was always the slim chance that she was in genuine crisis. And it sounded as though she'd been crying. “What is it?" I asked, "Are you fighting with Renault again?” “Mais non. It’s worse, Penny. Much worse. It’s the theatre," she sniffled, "C'est parti." “What?" I creased my brow, confused, “What do you mean ‘gone’?” "Just that," she sniffled again. "We went in to rehearse this morning, and the doors were all chained shut. They shut us down. C’est fini. C'est passé maintenan t." "I…don't understand,” I murmured. “Moi non plus,” she sighed hotly. “It’s the owner. He wasn’t paying his taxes, and the CRA has seized the place until he pays.” "God. That's awful," I blushed for having assumed she was hysterical. I wanted to help her, “Do you think… Is there any way you could find some other venue?” I thought of The Lord Chamberlain’s Men, moving their Globe across the Thames slat by slat. “There’s no time, Penny. Even if there was,” she choked back a sob, “There’s no money. Renault and I—we put every dime we have into this show." Oh, ... Marie… She started to cry. I held my tongue so as not to add insult to injury, but even with what exquisitely little I knew about theatre production, I was pretty sure investing your own money was one of those eternal and inviolable no-no’s. … And aren't you supposed to have insurance for this sort of thing? I stayed silent, and waited patiently until she was ready to speak. "I just... I just don’t know what we’ll do, Penny. I’m so lost.” " Quel désastre ,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry. I can't imagine." "Merci," she blew her nose. "I know how much you would like to call me a fool right now.” I flushed. It surprised me sometimes; how well she could really read me. “C’est vrai. I am a fool. But I am losing my mind right now—I wish you were here to keep me sane.” She paused, and blew her nose again. “...Have you truly moved in with him?” I closed my eyes, afraid to answer, “I have.” “Salope,” she forced a tired and congested giggle. “You are crazy, of course. But you know, I am proud of you." I scoffed, "Really?" "Oui," she sighed, starting to calm down. "He took you to bed once, and now he will not let you leave? I am thinking he has contracted Foster fever. Très contagieux ” I smirked, blushing. If she only knew… "He is something though, yes?" "Something... ” I swallowed, “he is that.” I paused, “Did he really send someone over there for my stuff?” “Oui. Un courrier. The boy left an hour ago,” she answered. “And I kept tearing up while I packed your things, Penny. Je suis une épave ...