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Post by Dr. Walter House on Sept 15, 2009 21:30:29 GMT -5
"I'm sure it would be of some use..." Walter gave another flustered smile doing his best not to insert his own well polished shoe in his mouth, "Having a person, of my standing, such as it is, with a child missing." He looked down a moment at the bouquet of baby's breath in his hand. With a child missing. His child, is what he said, just then. In a way. He gave a long-suffering sigh and tilted his head slightly, "I was just on my way to see her mother-- Lara's mother, my sister. I would like it if you would walk with me. That is if I'm not keeping you from any appointments..."
He hoped he wasn't. He hadn't been to the cemetery in a while. He knew Lara would on occasion. Strange he was now infatuated with a woman with a career Walter endlessly argued with his sister over, and years later, his niece. Why was it that he didn't find himself disapproving of Medda? Was it because she was clearly supporting herself and undertaking the daunting task of running her own business, as a woman, and attempting to help these less fortunate children? Was Walter House simply growing up himself?
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Post by Medda on Sept 16, 2009 21:54:48 GMT -5
Medda was touched when he asked her to walk with him to such a private event. "I'd love to walk with you, Walter, thank you for asking." She really should be planning the event but she wanted to spend time with him. It befuddled her slightly how interesting she found him to be. Most men bored her to tears, but she knew how to smile, bat her lashes, and flirt in all the right ways. She was, after all, an actress, but when it came to Dr. Walter House her actions were completely genuine.
Lifting the flowers up to smell once more, she smiled thinking of how impossibly sweet he was. Medda hadn't met many people that could compare to him and not just because he had bought her flowers. His love for his niece was apparent; she had nearly melted inside when he'd called Lara his child.
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Oct 3, 2009 21:39:47 GMT -5
Walter smiled, showing his teeth just a bit, a rare sight indeed. He held out his arm for Medda to take and realized he hadn't properly asked a woman to do anything he considered courting since before medical school. His studies had taken up all of his time and because of his sister, he found women quiet impossible to deal with. Marjorie was too wild for his liking, though he loved her dearly. She acted as a woman shouldn't: laughing too loud, staying out with her friends singing and drinking, dear Lord, well after midnight some nights. He knew it was an attempt for attention now. But before he thought she was just doing it to irritate Walter. When ever she stayed out, who would be the one to make excuses so their parents wouldn't be angry? Who was the one who made sure when she did stumble in at 4 in the morning she wouldn't knock Mother's favorite urn over on the way to the stairs? Who was the responsible one? Walter. But it irritated him even more that Marjorie was having all the fun. Not that he would have ever admitted that at the time.
"She was very sweet, Marjorie, my sister," Walter said after a moment of walking. He shook his head, "Rather troublesome at times, but... she had a good heart. She was... passionate. And loved so much. So many people." He pursed his lips a moment in thought, "She and her husband traveled with a vaudevillian company... She wrote to me often. I remember she once said that the theater was like the family she never had. Excluding my company of course. She felt accepted there. She never could fit in at home... Is that true? Do theatrical acts grow rather close? I could never understand that..."
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Post by Medda on Oct 3, 2009 22:10:50 GMT -5
Medda took his arm and smiled as he talked of his sister, it was clear he had much love for her. She nodded her head to his question. "Most people don't understand it until they've experienced it. When you travel with people for so long they become the ones you rely on day and night for months on end. I'm not sure it's possible to not begin to think of them as family after awhile."
She had traveled with a group when she was younger and she still spoke with the members that were in the city and wrote to the others. Sometimes when they were visiting the city they would stay at Irving. She was beyond proud that she was capable of caring for those people when they were in town just as they had cared for her when she'd not had a penny to her name and Irving Hall had been but a far off dream.
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Oct 4, 2009 0:19:40 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose..." Walter gave a very brief smile, happy for her and what his sister must have felt, but a little envious and sorry for himself, "...I suppose it would be hard to think of them as anything less... Provided the group seemed friendly enough." He frowned slightly at his own words, thinking it sounded as if he was making less of it than she had described. How often did he do that and not realize it? Or bother to even notice?
He gave a small shrug, "My schooling took up most of my time. My social activities were rather limited. Unlike Marjorie's... So I can't say I have much interest in theater other than the occasional Marlow or Shakespeare work."
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