The Pretty Piano Chapter 12

Much time had gone by yet again, and it was now the middle of winter.

Much of Miriams family had gone to stay in a friend's mansion down south.

She had even heard talk of her father possibly soon getting remarried to a very wealthy widow from someone in Europe.

Miriam had determined that her dad who was rather good looking for this time periods standards, was something of a player.

It was only in the future the she would understand the magnitude of women her dad slept around with.

It was the middle of December and Christmas was fast approaching.

Miriam had noticed that a few new faces had come in around the plantation in the past few weeks.

One of such faces was a four year old boy who's name she was quiet interested in...

Bannon. Hmmm....

Currently Miriam was trying to loosen her corset that her maid had put her in this morning.

It was truly to tight.

Sure a slim waist would be nice, but she thought her current one was already slim enough.

Miriam dislike the restrictive fashion of this time period.

Her only solace was that at least some of the dresses were cute.

However, she was fed up with this arsenic green trend, two rooms in the house has green in the wallpaper, in by the vivid color, Miriam would bet her teeth that it was filled to the brim with Arsenic.

One time to dress up for a family dinner together, Beatrice had tried to put her in a bright green dress, and Miriam practically had to attack the poor woman to get her to give up on the idea of putting that pretty poison filled rag on her body.

There was also the drawing room, which was recently bright green curtains, and Miriam refused to go in there.

Or even eat off of anything remotely green, and sometimes things that were blueish green she deided to be on the safe side and avoided as well.

And thus, they assumed Miriam absolutely HATED the color green.

Poor Miriam, light green was actually one of her top three favorite colors, along with pastel pink and maroon.

Becoming paranoid at anything green, some of the servants wondered if she was possessed or something.

Miriam decided to give up on the corset for now.

Currently she was on a "play date" with Bannon.

Bannon was abit older than her, by about a year and a few months.

He was close to four and a half months old.

Miriam had to keep snatching the anything green out of his hands and hide it away from him.

Of course, she used a little hankerchief she had on her to touch said green things.

She didnt want to die a painful death afterall. Once was enough for her thankyou very much.

The woman she assumed was Bannons mother just watched confusedly as Miriam tried to street Bannon away from anything green in the house.

She was rather perplexed, so she turned to Beatrice and asked "Why does Miriam keep Bannon from green things? Does she like green so much she wants no one else to have it?"

Beatrice slowly shoke her head.

"Actually mam, Mirian absolutely hates anything that's green, however, this doesn't seem to apply to things of the natural world. She had no problem with grass and flowers, leaves and etcetera. Only man made green things it seems."

Margerret thought this was strange, but decided not to protest about it in the end.

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On Christmas Eve, a large piano was moved into the drawing room that had the brilliant green wallpaper covering every inch of the walls.

Miriam was on a walk around the plantation when she noticed it.

Her heart strings were snapping! Ah!

The piano, her former lover from her past life, how much she missed it.

Why, oh why, did God destine it to end up in the 'Drawing Room of The Dead'?!?

That was the lengthy nickname Miriam had given to that room since it was redone in yucky arsenic wallpaper.

She stood at the door way, and peered in at the piano for what felt like seconds to her, but was actually minutes.

Beatrice was quite perplexed, did she like the new piano the master had gotten for christmas?

But if she did like it, why didn't she go into the room and investigate it?

Beatrice looked around the piano and seemed to have discovered something.

The whole room was greem, ah hah.

It was well known that Miriam hated green.

This was surely interesting.

The broght green floral wallpaper bore into Miriams sight as the beautiful piano was surrounded on all sides by the sickly arms of death.

The piano was a dark black, and shiny as of just polished.

She could also detect the slighy scent of not too old varnish. Or maybe it was her imagination, who knows?

All Miriam knew at that moment was that she wanted to stroke that piano and whisper sweet nothings to it.

Even if she wasn't large enough to play it yet, just touching it would be enough for now.

Ahhh, all the pieces she wanted to play the most drifted to her head.

Ahhh... so many Chopin pieces...

She wanted to play them all. Bach, Mozart, List, and many more...

Miriam didnt know that she had begun to lightly drool from her little mouth, while ogling the piano with her eyes.

Beatrice hopes that Miriam wasn't disabled...

Letting out a little sigh Miriam lookwd up at Beatrice and asked "Can we move it?"

Beatrice thought for a moment, and said back to Miriam in response "I will ask the house keeper if it's okay later."

"Do you like the piano?" Beatrice asked.

Looking at her maid for a moment, Miriam nodded before saying "Yes, move it to my room."

Beatrice had the urge to slap this little girl!

Was she this selfish? It seemed she needed to be taught morals soon.

She would ask the house keeper task for persmisson from the master for a governess to come and teach Miriam. Maybe a music teacher as well. It had seemed musical talent was an uptrend in ladies as of late.

Miriam had no idea that Beatrice really would eventually get a piano into Miriams room in the nearby future...

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Christmas day had arrived, and Miriam sat at a long table and ate her dinner.

Today's dinner was roasted duck with mashed potatoes and gravy.

For some reason, Bannon the green loving little booger, was also sat at the table.

Bannons mom was the pretty lady who once nursed Miriam when she was little for only one day.

Suspicion was starting to well up in her....Bannon, why did this name seem so familiar...

Ah. Oh well.

Miriam watched this kid shoveled food into his face while his mother tried her best to get him to slow down.

Miriam smirked slightly, and decided to show this kid how to eat properly.

Think of how good she'd look next to this kod eating like a starving hog.

Miriam suddenly sat up straighter and kept her elbows off the table and started chewing with her mouth closed, even using the little napkin beside her whenever she felt excess food or grease had built up or got caught on her face.

The servants standing by noticed this and one of the servants who had just set the table, almost ran into another servant bringing out the dessert tray. This almost happened because he was simply too shocked by seeing Miriam's display of apparant decorum.

This brat wasn't even four years old yet, and she was hear acting like the southern belle of the ball. Like a madam of some estate!

Bannon, looking up at the subtle snarl a servant uttered at the other servant because of him almost running into him, looked up just in time to see Miriams actions. Sat across from him at the table, she began to daintily wipe her mouth off with a pristine white handkerchief, that was was embroidered with a dark red little floral pattern around the edges..

Bannon had a blank look on his face before turning to look at his mother.

"Whats she doing?" Bannon asked as he lifted his arm and pointed a finger at Miriam.

Miriam lifted a eyebrow at this and looked at his mother as if waiting to see and hear how she would answer this question.

Fiona was utterly flabberghasted, thinking to herself, 'When did this child become so cultured?'

Fiona then replied to her son, "Don't you think how she is eating is pretty? In the future my little boy has to eat handsomely as well. So mother doesn't have a reason to cry."

Bannon looked at his mother and his face paled by quite a abit, before stammering out "Momma I'll be handsome okay? Don't cry!"

Miriams hard ached abit at this scene.

Why was she trying to to belittle a child young not even 1/7 of her age in her last life?

Miriam stopped her act of poshness, and returned to eating her meal like a normal child would, albiet not bad manneredly for her age.

Ah, she couldnt wait until Christmas was a big affair again.