The box of endearment and influence
Sophia stumbled across the box when his grandparents were caught unawares roasting the rooster and found a loving locket with a proud picture of his dear parents. She discovered that his mother was a chef and his father a proud poet, and there was a picture of their restaurant and in the box a fountain pen indented with the wizened words ‘for the most profound of thinkers.’
She was set to marry, and they were to roast a rooster for she had once kissed a boy deemed of less worth and so the rooster’s blood would be covered on the sheets that very night when she would be married to a man of ‘grandiose’ and abundance. ‘Well pigs can fly,' she thought dreading that pre-prepared meal and lustful bloodthirsty night entering the realms of the unknown.
It was that day she decided to leave her dear grandparents and with the fountain pen wrote a note, ‘forget me not, for I must follow in the creation of my parents and scribble. Therefore, I must be left to my own devices.’ ‘Please do not lament for me for the rooster’s blood may be the same colour but I must seek my self-worth and life’s challenge, and enigma does chase me elsewhere. This chapter shall continue.’
So, she left for the Island of Zakynthos and found a hostess job in a Greek restaurant once owned by her parents. She worked for a pittance but content with writing poetry and prose and befriended the violon player Gregorian who worked for an equal meagre amount but also loved what he did. Give him a dime and he’ll take it with a beggar’s hand but give him two and ambition would overcome him, and he would be tempted with England for verse in English would have him of lyrical finesse and valour.
She was frightfully seductive in her simplicity, and he was immediately attracted to her appeal and lust for life. They decided the restaurant just wouldn’t do and they secretly devised a plan for Chicago, USA for a scholarship in music which attracted him, and the plan gained her interest.
So, off onto that boat they left in the middle of the night so not be captured for her beauty was attracting many eager men where jealous feline eyes would dart at her strong thighs and glossy skin, although perhaps not well clad.
Unfortunately, the tips were not automatically hers, but they would quickly make haste to clear the coins from the tables. For give her the dime and she would throw it down a wishing well and wish for better fortune and gaiety which perhaps wasn’t theirs to offer.
Then, when they arrived in the USA in which they believed the grass was greener he did in fact have his scholarship and she was a Greek and Latin tutor to a wealthy merchant family. ‘My daughter would like to speak both Latin and Greek fluently and you will be given enough dollars to experience what Chicago has to offer and to cultivate yourself.’ He spoke. ‘For your knowledge is particularly paramount for my child’s education for Europe is where we would like her future to be.’
So, little Molly did play with her six China dolls and accompany her to the sitting room after cream cupcakes for Latin lessons. How she did wail hugging her favourite China doll that she couldn’t possibly do silly sums or over the baleful father’s battle for vegetables at dinner, that they should all try the cakes with her dolls at their tea party.
Molly was affectionate towards her and allowed her to play with her and her dolls in the evening and take them in her buggy as they would say in Europe down to the park. Her time was spent in solitude when not on duty unlike when she was at the restaurant where she worked like a Trojan, and she spent her time in her study writing poetry and prose until time to help prepare the supper.
She introduced Greek dishes by following her mother’s recipe book left in the box of endearment. The family were enlightened at the table by her as she told tales of her Greek upbringing, with scorching senseless days sojourning in the summer and stormy wild winters.
They would cater for her with gaiety and fine verse and the occasional family dalliance where her boy Gregorian was invited to play his violin for their fanciful occasions.
Then when she was riper of age at 22, after four years as an tutor he did ask her to marry. Oh, how they drank and danced the night way in the city of charm and adopted an elusive strategy to gain and live in surreptitious enlightenment and harness challenge and creativity.
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