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35
Family Ties Chapter Thirty Five (NC-17)
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Piotr
finally realized what the expression about one’s eyes popping from one’s head
meant. The Wagner sisters were trying
and failing to sneak from the changing area in the back of the massive tent
towards the center ring. The faint
tinkling of metal gave them away, even when the shadows did not. “What’s going on?” he asked as quietly as he
could manage.
Erika
yelped, Katja clutched her chest and Anja lashed out, striking Piotr on the
arm. “Don’t sneak up on us like that!”
she hissed.
Piotr swept
his gaze over the three girls, lingering obviously on Anja. “What’re you wearing? You can’t go on the trapeze in that…” The glitter of coin-strung scarves swathing
their hips is what caught his attention at first, the theme repeated on
midriff-baring tops and on their wrists and ankles with rows of jangling
bracelets. “That’s…a lot of skin.”
Anja
stiffened, her blush spreading down her neck to disappear into the choli.[1] “It’s no more than you would see on the
street and less than on the beach. Now
move out of our way. We have an
entrance in thirty five seconds!”
Erika
nodded frantically. “Bitte,
Piotr…move!” She breathed a sigh of
relief when he shifted to one side, letting them pass. Kurt was just finishing his solo routine to
the thunderous applause of the audience and Erika felt her first tremor of
butterflies. Across the floor of the
tent, she could make out Sergei, bribed into cooperation by Katja, and some of
his friends holding musical instruments and conferring over some last minute
details. “If I run screaming into the
night, tell Kitty it wasn’t her fault, okay?” she saidno ono one in
particular. She wished her brother’s
girlfriend could be there to see them but Kitty had to get ready for the
wedding that evening, something Kurt was about to dash off to do himself as
soon as he got to the ground. “Katja,
Anja,” Erika said, trailing off to nothing.
“Ja, I
know,” Anja said thickly.
Behind
them, Piotr muttered, “What the Hell do you three think you’re doing? You can’t be doing the trapeze in those
skirts!”
“Watch and
see,” Anja said coyly, though she was quaking with fear inside. Trapeze is so much easier…all flying and
flipping and spinning… This is on the
ground! This is close to people! She could see from the looks on her sisters’
faces that they were feeling the same or something similar.
Erika
caught Sergei’s eye and nodded sharply.
She could see her parents over Sergei’s shoulder, still mildleatyeaty
from their own performance. They looked
befuddled, Astrid making motions towards the rig, then their outfits. Erika noticed for the first time how hard it
was to lip read her native language and was instantly thankful. She smiled blandly, shrugged to her mother
and led her sisters out to the center of the floor to meet Sergei and his
friends.
Kurt was
still panting slightly, soaked with sweat, as he rounded the edge of the
performance area and ran into Piotr. “Was
ist das?” he asked, following the direction of the Russian’s gaze. “Gott im Himmel!” Kurt surged towards his sisters, already fully involved in an
intricate series of spins and steps thaokedoked well practiced despite the fact
that, twelve hours earlier, they had never seen such a thing in their lives. Their skirts flared as they turned,
revealing far too much leg for his brotherly concern, and, he noticed with a
great deal of dismay, their navels not only showed but so did a good expanse of
stomach and the curve of hips, even on young Erika.
“Nyet,
Kurt,” Piotr murmured, his gaze of interest definitely not to Kurt’s
liking. “Let them.”
“What are
they d?” h?” he wailed, his voice drowned out by the music and the sound of the
crowd cheering the dance. I may have
to kill Kitty later…I’d feel awful about it, of course, and probably willingly
go to Hell for it, but look at what she taught my sisters!
“It “It seems
to me,” Piotr replied, his gaze lingering on the middle sister, “that they are
doing some sort of homage to Romany music involving an almost indecent dance.”
Kurt
swallowed his immediate response—a spate of curses so blue they would have made
Logan blush—and said tightly, “If you so much as lay a hand on Anja…”
“She’s too
young for me. At least for now,” Piotr
added with some glee. “In a year or so,
she will be legally allowed to pursue an interest…”
Kurt
growled. The music was increasing in
tempo and his sisters were following it in a flurry of sparkling coins and
swirling colors, Erika obviously the center of it all based on the fact she
seemed to have the most intricate steps and twirls. It struck him then just what was going on. “That’s what Kitty meant by trying to help
Erika…” He was torn between wanting to
throw himself into the middle of it all and demand that they stop immediately
and cheering them on, for Erika look happier than he had seen her in days,
performing as she was. The latter impulse
won out and he sighed, wilting in on himself.
“I can’t watch this…they’re my sisters!”
“Da…and it
seems they got the looks of the Wagner family.”
“Klappe.” Kurt chanced another peek at the dance and
was mortified. “Stay away from Anja…”
“Does this
mean I can have a chance with Katerina?” Piotr asked, though not in quite the
same tone as he would have a week before.
“Nein…stay
away from both of them!”
“Don’t you
think they should be able to decide for themselves?” Piotr tore his gaze away from Anja’s turns and dips to fix on
Kurt’s agitated countenance.
“Stay. Away.
From. Them.” Kurt punctuated each word with a hard jab to
Piotr’s chest.
“Don’t you
have a wedding to get ready for?”
“Scheisse!”
Kurt hissed. “Verdamtten weddings in
the afternoon…” He paused. “Aren’t you supposed to come along too?”
“I was
invited, but I think I would rather stay here and congratulate your sisters on
a wonderful performance.”
“You…”
“Hey, Elf,”
Logan said, not loudly but firmly, “ten minutes.”
Kurt was
halfway glad that Logan had snuck up on them like he did. “Ja, Herr Logan…” He tossed one final glare
at Piotr. “Stay away from her.”
Piotr
merely grinned and turned his back to Kurt to face the girls again.
“Calm down,
Esther! I’ll find a safety pin!” Kitty extricated herself from her cousin’s
frantic grasp and dodged around the other girl who was to help hold the
chuppa. Pausing at the door, she said
as comfortingly as she could, “Don’t worry about your hair…it looks fine!”
Esther
peered out fbetwbetween hennaed[2]
fingers. “It looks like I’ve walked through
a high gale!”
Storm
stifled a giggle and crossed smoothly to her.
“If you’d like, I could try and fix it…”
Esther
sighed. “Well, you couldn’t make it any
worse. Go for it!”
Kitty
smiled. “I’ll go find that safety
pin. Wouldn’t want your dress to fall
off mid ceremony.”
“Might give
Harry a thrill,” Esther opined, grinning.
“Though the aunties would probably burst a collective artery…”
Kitty
laughed and let herself out of the room, shivering slightly in the chill air of
the antechamber leading to the bridal room.
The synagogue was empty at this hour save for the women getting ready in
the small suite of rooms and Kitty was sorely grateful. A horde of relatives had descended that
morning and she thought she would never get out of the house alive, what with
the spate of questions each one seemed to have about her seeming disappearance
off the family radar for nearly a year.
Her long dress, made of thick ivory satin, was not quite as traditional
as the aunties would have liked and that caused another ten or fifteen minute
delay before leaving the house. At
least, Kitty thought to herself as she hurried across the stone-floored
foyer, they can’t see my underwear.
Or lack thereof. Kitty
paused halfway across the space and frowned.
She thought she heard someone moving in the rabbi’s office, but they
were supposed to be alone for the preparation time… Must be mice. Or maybe
Rabbi Como needed to get something…
The noise stopped and she shrugged, writing it off mentally to
mice. She continued across the foyer,
shivering the whole while and making a note to herself that if she ever got
married, sweatshirts would somehow be involved. The box of safety pins had been mislaid oe tae table outside the
rabbi’s office and still waited there for her to pick them up, but, Kitty
noticed, there was something else there as well. A suit jacket lay across the wooden surface as if tossed there
casually. The Hell?
From within
the office, a man’s voice said, “Yeah, she got the time wrong. We’re an hour and a half early! Not even the cantor is here yet…yeah, I know…”
Kitty
froze, her mouth falling open in surprise and a cry choking in her throat. What’s he doing here? Esther said…Oh, God!
“No, we’re
just going to wait here. I’ll call you
after the reception. No, my cel’s in
the car. I’m on the phone in the rabbi’s
office. The door was open so I just
came in…yeah, okay. Talk to you later,
Hirsch.”
Kitty moved
fast. She grabbed the box of safety pins
and threw herself through the opposite wall, phasing into the men’s
restroom. Her heart was pounding in her
ribcage, nearly choking her in it’s ferocity, as the door began to swing
open. The lights…did I short them
out? Please let me have shorted them
out! Sure enough, the sound of the
light switch being flicked several times was followed by a nearly silent
swear. Thank you! She phased back out the way she came,
leaving the object of her panic in the dark bathroom. She nearly ran to the bridal chamber, her hands shaking with
something other than the cold.
“Kitty! What’s wrong?” Storm donedoned Esther’s hair to cross to Kitty, taking her
charge by the shoulders and forcing her gently to look up at her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“My
parents,” she said weakly, “are here!”
[1] Short tops
belly dancers wear sometimes and what women wear under saris.
[2] http://reverndbunny.sphosting.com/sephardim.htm
, http://reverndbunny.sphosting.com/Freebies.htm
More henna patterns than you can shake
a stick at. The first link is
specifically Sephardic patterns.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, lots and lots and lots and
lots and lots of good luck and energy today!
*happy thoughts * InterNutter,
TC and Maxwell Pink get the adoration of the ducks for archiving. J ProPhile gets extra cookies for making me
snort tea twice today and Tex, Ramsey and Jubilee get armadillos again. The bastards keep reproducing like mad… Readers/Reviewers: Thank you thank you thank
you! J
Piotr
finally realized what the expression about one’s eyes popping from one’s head
meant. The Wagner sisters were trying
and failing to sneak from the changing area in the back of the massive tent
towards the center ring. The faint
tinkling of metal gave them away, even when the shadows did not. “What’s going on?” he asked as quietly as he
could manage.
Erika
yelped, Katja clutched her chest and Anja lashed out, striking Piotr on the
arm. “Don’t sneak up on us like that!”
she hissed.
Piotr swept
his gaze over the three girls, lingering obviously on Anja. “What’re you wearing? You can’t go on the trapeze in that…” The glitter of coin-strung scarves swathing
their hips is what caught his attention at first, the theme repeated on
midriff-baring tops and on their wrists and ankles with rows of jangling
bracelets. “That’s…a lot of skin.”
Anja
stiffened, her blush spreading down her neck to disappear into the choli.[1] “It’s no more than you would see on the
street and less than on the beach. Now
move out of our way. We have an
entrance in thirty five seconds!”
Erika
nodded frantically. “Bitte,
Piotr…move!” She breathed a sigh of
relief when he shifted to one side, letting them pass. Kurt was just finishing his solo routine to
the thunderous applause of the audience and Erika felt her first tremor of
butterflies. Across the floor of the
tent, she could make out Sergei, bribed into cooperation by Katja, and some of
his friends holding musical instruments and conferring over some last minute
details. “If I run screaming into the
night, tell Kitty it wasn’t her fault, okay?” she saidno ono one in
particular. She wished her brother’s
girlfriend could be there to see them but Kitty had to get ready for the
wedding that evening, something Kurt was about to dash off to do himself as
soon as he got to the ground. “Katja,
Anja,” Erika said, trailing off to nothing.
“Ja, I
know,” Anja said thickly.
Behind
them, Piotr muttered, “What the Hell do you three think you’re doing? You can’t be doing the trapeze in those
skirts!”
“Watch and
see,” Anja said coyly, though she was quaking with fear inside. Trapeze is so much easier…all flying and
flipping and spinning… This is on the
ground! This is close to people! She could see from the looks on her sisters’
faces that they were feeling the same or something similar.
Erika
caught Sergei’s eye and nodded sharply.
She could see her parents over Sergei’s shoulder, still mildleatyeaty
from their own performance. They looked
befuddled, Astrid making motions towards the rig, then their outfits. Erika noticed for the first time how hard it
was to lip read her native language and was instantly thankful. She smiled blandly, shrugged to her mother
and led her sisters out to the center of the floor to meet Sergei and his
friends.
Kurt was
still panting slightly, soaked with sweat, as he rounded the edge of the
performance area and ran into Piotr. “Was
ist das?” he asked, following the direction of the Russian’s gaze. “Gott im Himmel!” Kurt surged towards his sisters, already fully involved in an
intricate series of spins and steps thaokedoked well practiced despite the fact
that, twelve hours earlier, they had never seen such a thing in their lives. Their skirts flared as they turned,
revealing far too much leg for his brotherly concern, and, he noticed with a
great deal of dismay, their navels not only showed but so did a good expanse of
stomach and the curve of hips, even on young Erika.
“Nyet,
Kurt,” Piotr murmured, his gaze of interest definitely not to Kurt’s
liking. “Let them.”
“What are
they d?” h?” he wailed, his voice drowned out by the music and the sound of the
crowd cheering the dance. I may have
to kill Kitty later…I’d feel awful about it, of course, and probably willingly
go to Hell for it, but look at what she taught my sisters!
“It “It seems
to me,” Piotr replied, his gaze lingering on the middle sister, “that they are
doing some sort of homage to Romany music involving an almost indecent dance.”
Kurt
swallowed his immediate response—a spate of curses so blue they would have made
Logan blush—and said tightly, “If you so much as lay a hand on Anja…”
“She’s too
young for me. At least for now,” Piotr
added with some glee. “In a year or so,
she will be legally allowed to pursue an interest…”
Kurt
growled. The music was increasing in
tempo and his sisters were following it in a flurry of sparkling coins and
swirling colors, Erika obviously the center of it all based on the fact she
seemed to have the most intricate steps and twirls. It struck him then just what was going on. “That’s what Kitty meant by trying to help
Erika…” He was torn between wanting to
throw himself into the middle of it all and demand that they stop immediately
and cheering them on, for Erika look happier than he had seen her in days,
performing as she was. The latter impulse
won out and he sighed, wilting in on himself.
“I can’t watch this…they’re my sisters!”
“Da…and it
seems they got the looks of the Wagner family.”
“Klappe.” Kurt chanced another peek at the dance and
was mortified. “Stay away from Anja…”
“Does this
mean I can have a chance with Katerina?” Piotr asked, though not in quite the
same tone as he would have a week before.
“Nein…stay
away from both of them!”
“Don’t you
think they should be able to decide for themselves?” Piotr tore his gaze away from Anja’s turns and dips to fix on
Kurt’s agitated countenance.
“Stay. Away.
From. Them.” Kurt punctuated each word with a hard jab to
Piotr’s chest.
“Don’t you
have a wedding to get ready for?”
“Scheisse!”
Kurt hissed. “Verdamtten weddings in
the afternoon…” He paused. “Aren’t you supposed to come along too?”
“I was
invited, but I think I would rather stay here and congratulate your sisters on
a wonderful performance.”
“You…”
“Hey, Elf,”
Logan said, not loudly but firmly, “ten minutes.”
Kurt was
halfway glad that Logan had snuck up on them like he did. “Ja, Herr Logan…” He tossed one final glare
at Piotr. “Stay away from her.”
Piotr
merely grinned and turned his back to Kurt to face the girls again.
“Calm down,
Esther! I’ll find a safety pin!” Kitty extricated herself from her cousin’s
frantic grasp and dodged around the other girl who was to help hold the
chuppa. Pausing at the door, she said
as comfortingly as she could, “Don’t worry about your hair…it looks fine!”
Esther
peered out fbetwbetween hennaed[2]
fingers. “It looks like I’ve walked through
a high gale!”
Storm
stifled a giggle and crossed smoothly to her.
“If you’d like, I could try and fix it…”
Esther
sighed. “Well, you couldn’t make it any
worse. Go for it!”
Kitty
smiled. “I’ll go find that safety
pin. Wouldn’t want your dress to fall
off mid ceremony.”
“Might give
Harry a thrill,” Esther opined, grinning.
“Though the aunties would probably burst a collective artery…”
Kitty
laughed and let herself out of the room, shivering slightly in the chill air of
the antechamber leading to the bridal room.
The synagogue was empty at this hour save for the women getting ready in
the small suite of rooms and Kitty was sorely grateful. A horde of relatives had descended that
morning and she thought she would never get out of the house alive, what with
the spate of questions each one seemed to have about her seeming disappearance
off the family radar for nearly a year.
Her long dress, made of thick ivory satin, was not quite as traditional
as the aunties would have liked and that caused another ten or fifteen minute
delay before leaving the house. At
least, Kitty thought to herself as she hurried across the stone-floored
foyer, they can’t see my underwear.
Or lack thereof. Kitty
paused halfway across the space and frowned.
She thought she heard someone moving in the rabbi’s office, but they
were supposed to be alone for the preparation time… Must be mice. Or maybe
Rabbi Como needed to get something…
The noise stopped and she shrugged, writing it off mentally to
mice. She continued across the foyer,
shivering the whole while and making a note to herself that if she ever got
married, sweatshirts would somehow be involved. The box of safety pins had been mislaid oe tae table outside the
rabbi’s office and still waited there for her to pick them up, but, Kitty
noticed, there was something else there as well. A suit jacket lay across the wooden surface as if tossed there
casually. The Hell?
From within
the office, a man’s voice said, “Yeah, she got the time wrong. We’re an hour and a half early! Not even the cantor is here yet…yeah, I know…”
Kitty
froze, her mouth falling open in surprise and a cry choking in her throat. What’s he doing here? Esther said…Oh, God!
“No, we’re
just going to wait here. I’ll call you
after the reception. No, my cel’s in
the car. I’m on the phone in the rabbi’s
office. The door was open so I just
came in…yeah, okay. Talk to you later,
Hirsch.”
Kitty moved
fast. She grabbed the box of safety pins
and threw herself through the opposite wall, phasing into the men’s
restroom. Her heart was pounding in her
ribcage, nearly choking her in it’s ferocity, as the door began to swing
open. The lights…did I short them
out? Please let me have shorted them
out! Sure enough, the sound of the
light switch being flicked several times was followed by a nearly silent
swear. Thank you! She phased back out the way she came,
leaving the object of her panic in the dark bathroom. She nearly ran to the bridal chamber, her hands shaking with
something other than the cold.
“Kitty! What’s wrong?” Storm donedoned Esther’s hair to cross to Kitty, taking her
charge by the shoulders and forcing her gently to look up at her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“My
parents,” she said weakly, “are here!”
[1] Short tops
belly dancers wear sometimes and what women wear under saris.
[2] http://reverndbunny.sphosting.com/sephardim.htm
, http://reverndbunny.sphosting.com/Freebies.htm
More henna patterns than you can shake
a stick at. The first link is
specifically Sephardic patterns.