“You know, nothing would do last night,” Madame Miché said. “Athenaise just had to stay for a little dance. The boys would not let their sister leave!”
Cazeau shrugged his shoulders to show he knew nothing about last night.
“Didn’t Montéclin tell you we were going to keep Athenaise?” she asked. But Montéclin had told him nothing.
“And how about the night before?” asked Cazeau. “And last night? Do you have dances every night?”
Madame Miché laughed and told her son to go tell Athenaise her husband had arrived. Montéclin did not move.
“You know as well as I do that it is no use to tell Athenaise anything,” said Montéclin. “You and pa have been talking to her since Monday. When Athenaise said she was not returning to Cazeau she meant it.”
Two fiery red spots rose to Cazeau’s cheeks. What Montéclin said was true.
Upon arriving home, Athenaise had announced she was there to stay. It was difficult for her to understand why she had married. Girls were just expected to get married. And she did like Cazeau.
Montéclin had asked Athenaise to explain herself. He had asked her if Cazeau abused her, or if he drank too much.
“No!” Athenaise had said. “It is just being married that I hate. I do not like being Missus Cazeau. I want to be Athenaise Miché again. I do not like living with a man, all his clothing everywhere and his ugly bare feet.”
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