White magnolias

White Magnolias

Viola burst into tears. “What have I said?” Julian said putting an arm around her shoulders. Have I offended you? If so can we at least talk about it?” “No! No! I have not had such kindness shown me ever, I think. I just cannot believe that I shall be able to dance again. I am so grateful, and in both capacities, I will do my best to accomplish both occupations, giving it my all, if anything to show my appreciation of your generosity!” “Sir, I would love to accept your offer to live in the mansion as well, but I cannot accept as I have to cook and look after my father who, basically cannot fend for himself. I must be home so that Joseph, our gardener and general help can lift him into bed. After that I make supper for him and sit and talk to him for a while, before I go to bed.” “Very well, I understand your situation, very commendable. However, despite your circumstances, we need your expertise in your dancing skills most of all, my dear” said Anton. We need you as much as you need us, believe me.” Julian stood to one side with a slight smile on his otherwise stern face. “Right, Well then, I will see you at the office on Monday morning” and he gave her his card with the office address on it.