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[February 15th] [Perry Mason] Candles and the Snow, 15
Title: Candles and the Snow, scene 15
Day/Theme: February 15th - All things, oh priests, are on fire...
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Hamilton Burger, Mignon Germaine
Rating: G
Time Period: Two or three years ago
By Lucky_Ladybug
It had been a hazy day in Los Angeles. Most people detested such weather. It was similar to being overcast, as far as they were concerned. Not to mention when it happened, it was caused by pollutants in the air.
Mignon did not like that aspect, but she did not mind haze in and of itself. One of the reasons, she had told Hamilton long ago, was because of the effect of the sun shining through it. Hazy sunsets were among the most striking and the deepest red-orange, casting an almost fiery glow on everything the light touched.
So Hamilton was not particularly surprised when he got out of his car and found Mignon on her porch swing, watching just such a sunset. Although she was holding an open book, she seemed more caught up in watching the departing orb in the sky than in reading.
She looked up as he approached. “Hamilton,” she greeted. She closed the book, setting it aside. “Come sit down. What brings you here?”
Hamilton did so. The swing was pleasant, padded with a floral cushion on both the seat and the back. He leaned forward to face Mignon. “I wanted to tell you myself,” he said. “Larry has been accepted to work in my office.”
Mignon’s eyes sparkled with pride. “Thank you, Hamilton,” she said. “I know this will be a wonderful opportunity for him.”
“Oh, not just for him,” Hamilton said. “For us too. I was very impressed with his record.”
Mignon smiled. “I told you he did very well.” She relaxed into the swing, fully at peace. “Can you stay?”
“For a few minutes, yes,” Hamilton said. He leaned back, following Mignon’s gaze.
Sometimes it was strange to think of how far they had come. He never would have imagined in his wildest dreams that an unusual meeting in the rain would lead to what they had now. For most people, it probably wouldn’t have. So why had it for them?
“Do you still believe everything has been a coincidence, Hamilton?”
“Huh?” He turned, studying Mignon. Her skin had a reddish-orange glow in the mixture of the waning sun and the oncoming twilight. She was looking ahead, not watching him yet probably seeing him out of the corner of her eye.
“Our first meeting,” she said. “And our subsequent meetings.”
Hamilton shook his head. “I honestly don’t know, Mignon,” he admitted. “When I think of all the other people whose paths have crossed once and then never again, some of them people who want to see each other and can’t find them, I wonder why us? Why would we be allowed, by God or fate or whatever you want to think of it, to run into each other again and again until we got the picture and decided to deliberately meet from then on? Isn’t it kind of arrogant to think that we would be given that privilege above others?”
“Perhaps,” Mignon agreed. “Or perhaps it would be seen as ungrateful to not acknowledge that said privilege has been bestowed.”
Hamilton was fondly amused in spite of himself. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you.”
Mignon nodded. “Of course.”
She turned to face him. “I don’t believe it was coincidence,” she said. “Or at least if it was, I don’t believe that our subsequent rendezvous was. Too much has happened. Our lives have been too enriched for it to have all been unintentional.”
Hamilton looked back. “You could be right,” he said.
Mignon gave him a satisfied smile. “I know I am.”
Around them, the last bit of fire gave way to a swiftly deepening twilight.
Day/Theme: February 15th - All things, oh priests, are on fire...
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Hamilton Burger, Mignon Germaine
Rating: G
Time Period: Two or three years ago
It had been a hazy day in Los Angeles. Most people detested such weather. It was similar to being overcast, as far as they were concerned. Not to mention when it happened, it was caused by pollutants in the air.
Mignon did not like that aspect, but she did not mind haze in and of itself. One of the reasons, she had told Hamilton long ago, was because of the effect of the sun shining through it. Hazy sunsets were among the most striking and the deepest red-orange, casting an almost fiery glow on everything the light touched.
So Hamilton was not particularly surprised when he got out of his car and found Mignon on her porch swing, watching just such a sunset. Although she was holding an open book, she seemed more caught up in watching the departing orb in the sky than in reading.
She looked up as he approached. “Hamilton,” she greeted. She closed the book, setting it aside. “Come sit down. What brings you here?”
Hamilton did so. The swing was pleasant, padded with a floral cushion on both the seat and the back. He leaned forward to face Mignon. “I wanted to tell you myself,” he said. “Larry has been accepted to work in my office.”
Mignon’s eyes sparkled with pride. “Thank you, Hamilton,” she said. “I know this will be a wonderful opportunity for him.”
“Oh, not just for him,” Hamilton said. “For us too. I was very impressed with his record.”
Mignon smiled. “I told you he did very well.” She relaxed into the swing, fully at peace. “Can you stay?”
“For a few minutes, yes,” Hamilton said. He leaned back, following Mignon’s gaze.
Sometimes it was strange to think of how far they had come. He never would have imagined in his wildest dreams that an unusual meeting in the rain would lead to what they had now. For most people, it probably wouldn’t have. So why had it for them?
“Do you still believe everything has been a coincidence, Hamilton?”
“Huh?” He turned, studying Mignon. Her skin had a reddish-orange glow in the mixture of the waning sun and the oncoming twilight. She was looking ahead, not watching him yet probably seeing him out of the corner of her eye.
“Our first meeting,” she said. “And our subsequent meetings.”
Hamilton shook his head. “I honestly don’t know, Mignon,” he admitted. “When I think of all the other people whose paths have crossed once and then never again, some of them people who want to see each other and can’t find them, I wonder why us? Why would we be allowed, by God or fate or whatever you want to think of it, to run into each other again and again until we got the picture and decided to deliberately meet from then on? Isn’t it kind of arrogant to think that we would be given that privilege above others?”
“Perhaps,” Mignon agreed. “Or perhaps it would be seen as ungrateful to not acknowledge that said privilege has been bestowed.”
Hamilton was fondly amused in spite of himself. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you.”
Mignon nodded. “Of course.”
She turned to face him. “I don’t believe it was coincidence,” she said. “Or at least if it was, I don’t believe that our subsequent rendezvous was. Too much has happened. Our lives have been too enriched for it to have all been unintentional.”
Hamilton looked back. “You could be right,” he said.
Mignon gave him a satisfied smile. “I know I am.”
Around them, the last bit of fire gave way to a swiftly deepening twilight.