“That girl has talent; she once sewed a wardrobe for the whole Berkshire family. She didn’t charge much just enough for the job. She’s a quiet one that one, her husband best behave himself if she’s that quiet” -Francis Attah
Annette admires her husband from afar and is also considering his measurements for a new coat.
Annette resides on the Sixth Floor, room: F1
The Vignettes
Dawn approaches and miss Bouthillette sleeps with her hand propped under her chin, sitting in watch of her laundry line. The sound of a pigeon finding its way to the window ledge rouses her.
With a crazed expression she grabs the laundry line. A woman at the apartment on the other side pulls at the line as well. The woman at the other end, built like an ox. Which Annette is quick to address her as from the other side. “I finally caught you! Louis, help me I found her!” “What is all of this?!” “I finally caught her!”
Louis stood back and watched his sleep deprived wife pulling at the line as if it were a fisherman’s net, her eyes closed and flailing in a dream, the laundry with its line scattered on the floor.
Annette Bouthillette and Marquerite Navarre are dressed for a night out in Paris. With their best dresses on they quietly wait for their husbands to come down to the lobby. Until they wait and discuss the excitement of dinner at a renowned restaurant, or a famous play at the theater just around the block. They were not sure what their husbands had planned, however since they had both made a big deal about the evening to come, they were quite excited.
In the long wait Annette's eyes shifted to the familiar stranger who had been walking through the lobby with a certain familiarity, though he did not appear to be a resident at all.
"Say, I think I know him, but I can't say where." Annette remarked as she eased back into a state of casual observance.
He was dressed in a long coat, and wore glasses and a hat, as if he was a character in some silly disguise.
"You don't suppose that was the spy Old Blunderbuss has been going on about do you?"
Annette and Marquerite at once stated at each other and began to laugh at each other, startling the mysterious man, causing him to stumble out of the apartment buffoonishly.
Annette Bouthillette, hears a knock on her door one day. Rising up from her sewing chair she approached the door and opened it, much to her surprise seeing Gustav in front of her, with a suit on a hanger, that had been torn quite a bit.
She turned red, as she had indeed heard rumors of the mans reputation with women, and thought what people might think if they found out she was involved with one of his scandals.
Holding up a roll of money Annette practically fell over. It was more than what her husband, Louis made in a week.
"Same time tomorrow. . .” She gave it a second glance then she whispered. “On second thought, three days…. Come back same time.” She grabbed the suit and shut the door abruptly. A moment followed and the door opened a second time, and her hand shot out to snatch the money, and again the door closed.