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“A wreath, Le Fou! I said, a wreath!”
Gaston rolled his eyes and Le Fou crossed his arms across his chest, rolling his eyes just the same.
“I know that, Gaston. But there was no wreath left. This was the best I got for you. Besides, it’s not my fault that you were late on that… and why didn’t you go yourself?”
“Because, my good friend, I have tons of work to do around here. And if you want to dine with us…”
“Ah, ah! You invited me for dinner. I didn’t know that this calls for repayment?”
“Alright, alright. Sorry. Yes, that’s … well… you are welcome, of course, and thank you for doing this for me.”
Le Fou grinned, turned on his heels for the door and waved a cheery goodbye. “Greetings to your wives, Gaston.”
“Yes, see you!” Gaston laughed and waved his friend out the door.
“What is it, Cherie? You look so miserable.” Paulette tilted her head while Laurette and Cosette fidgeted decorating the tree in the corner of their living room.
“Ah.” Gaston rubbed the back of his head. “I asked Le Fou to bring a wreath for our door.”
“What? You asked Le Fou? I thought you got one already?” The eldest of the sisters looked at him sternly. He hated this, feeling caught in his error. He shrugged and grimaced innocently.
“I was so busy preparing our feast – I… I forgot.”
“But the wreath is part of the preparations.” Claudette craned her neck around the tree and Laurette giggled. “Who knows what he’s been doing in truth – drinking bets in the Tavern instead, love?”
“You should see the deer I shot for our dinner.” Gaston puffed out his chest.
“Ah, that’s certainly a treat.” Paulette stepped up and hugged his amazing biceps smiling up at him. “So, what is it that Le Fou brought for us?”
“This.”
Gaston pointed to the front door of their flat, feeling a little silly.
Paulette opened the door and her eyes went wide, and her sisters peeped over her shoulder. Claudette clapped her hands and Laurette started laughing.
“Gaston – oh my, this is wonderful!”
“It’s creepy!” He rolled his eyes.
“No! It’s romantic! So romantic!”
The sisters turned around, each of them looking at him with expectant glee and finally, the big man understood his chance.
“Wait, you all want to be kissed?”
They laughed and pulled him into their circle of hug. “Sure, we do!”
He was so dumb – of course they wanted a kiss. He did, kissed each of his lovely wives and felt the hug of love wash over him. Gaston was a bold man, but making his girls happy was still his best moments.
Paulette stepped away and fiddled with the hook on the door.
“Now then, I know a better place to hang this up.”
“Where?” Gaston frowned, Laurette and Claudette still hanging around his neck. Paulette grinned and walked down the hallway to their bedroom.
“Above the bed.”
“Oh... oh…!” Gaston beamed and Paulette’s sisters squealed. “Oh yes, making love under the mistletoe!”