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Giselle's Prom Photo 2013

 There is a Day for Everything 

and 

Everything Has Its Day…

(Have a safe and memorable Prom Night 2013!)

Tucked behind her computer in her office at Le Tron Studios, Madame thought to herself, ‘Finally I can get some work done on this week’s Blog.’  She did a mental checklist of all she accomplished already today -

                                    X – Finished hemming and pressing Giselle’s Prom dress.

                        X  - Repaired Giselle’s evening bag from the night she went to  

                                  the Lady Gaga Concert.  ‘Why anyone would attempt to stuff  

                                  a “Hoodie” into an evening bag is beyond me.’

                                     X – Plugged the camera in to charge.

 X - Picked up Nate’s boutinere. ‘He was adorable coming over

                                                here, in secret, to find out what color corsage he should get 

                                                Giselle for the Prom.’

                                   

‘It is hard to believe that today is the day, and tonight is the night!  Prom Night,’ mused Madame as she gazed upon the blank Word document on her computer screen.

Madame looked at her watch. ‘20 minutes to go before Nate arrives, hmmm.’ Rising from her desk, Madame crossed the hallway and called up the stairs, “Giselle?”  

“Qui, Madame?”

“20 minutes ‘til your Prom date arrives.”

“Qui, Madame,” replied Giselle.

“How are you coming?” inquired Madame.

“I’m fine, Madame.”

“Tres’ bon.” 

Madame crossed back to her desk and sat down before her computer screen. ‘Finally I can get some work done on this week’s Blog….On second thought…,’ Madame rose and crossed the hallway to the staircase again and called, “If you need me, Giselle, just let me know.”

“Qui, Madame.”

“Is your dress hemmed alright?” queried Madame Le Tron.

“Qui, Madame.”

“Did you see that I repaired your evening bag?”

“Qui. Merci, Madame.”

“D’accord, Giselle,” replied Madame. “Call me if you need me,’’ she added crossing to her computer desk. Stopping halfway, Madame called over her shoulder, “ Did you see Nate’s boutinere on your dressing table?”

“Qui, Madame.  Madame?”

“Qui, Giselle?”

“Don’t you have some work to do?”

“Qui, I’m working on this week’s blog, as we speak,’’ said Madame, as she gazed down at her watch. “ Ten minutes till Nate arrives,” Madame warned, as she seated herself once again in front of her computer screen. “This week’s Blog….”

‘Buzz, bing, whir, buzz-buzz, bing whir,’ in rolled the re-cyletron, Managing Mike, waving a printout, hot-off-the-press.

“What in the world!” exclaimed Madame Le Tron, retrieving the document and reading aloud, “Ten minutes till the boyfriend arrives…. Thank you, Mike. I am well aware of the time, as is, I am sure, Giselle. And by the by, Nate and Giselle are just ‘friends’, so I’m told.”

Managing Mike began to wave his arms and spin his wheel, as red hearts blinked across the computer screen embedded in his chest.

‘Oh honestly!’ thought Madame Le Tron.

‘Creak–creak, beep, beep, creak–creak, beep.’ Ol’ Joe, the oldest of Le Tron’ s robotic staff, entered

the room. Joe was the re-cyletron who, when Giselle was just a petite fille, would carry her up to her own room, whenever she would drift off to sleep on the settee.

“Bonjour, Mon Cher Joseph. What have we here?” asked Madame, retrieving the dust -covered printout from the old robot’s wrench-like hand. She read aloud, “Did Mademoiselle Giselle find the adjustments to her garment adequate for the evening’s festivities? Were the repairs to the evening bag pleasing to the young miss?”

Madame was about to reply, when Ghoulish Gordon came into the office, followed by the flash of a camera going off and the titter of ghost-like laughter.

“Merci, Mon petite phantom. What a considerate little ghost you are. I was just about to fetch the camera for myself. What are all of you doing here?” inquired Madame. “Don’t you have some work to do?”

“Cha-ching, Madame Le Tron -- and miss Giselle’s big night? Not on your life. I’ll wager six to one that….”

“That what, Jack –Pot Johnny?” asked Giselle as she descended the hallway stairs.

“That there will not be a more beautiful young lady at the Prom tonight!” he said.

Managing Mike whirred forward and bowed at the hip joint. ‘May I have this dance?’  was printed across his computer’s screen.

A sniffle could be heard to Madame’s left, escaping from Ghoulish Gordon, as an oil can floated off the

shelf seemingly by itself.

“Merci, Alice, Mon petite phantom .  We don’t want anyone rusting from tears do we now Gordon,” said Madame Letron. “Sometimes it is very nice to have a ghost around.”

“Giselle, today, Mon Cherie, is your day, and tonight will be your night. You will be the belle of the ball. I only wish your parents were here to see you maintenant. They would be so very proud.”

“They are with me always, in my heart and in my mind.  I know they are proud of me and delighted for me because you, Madame, and all you who are here with me now. Merci, Mon Cher Famille.”

 A knock was heard at the door. Ol’ Joe rolled over to Giselle, offering her his wrench-like arm. ‘Mademoiselle, Your Chariot Awaits!’  printed across his computer screen, as he escorted her to the front door.

A camera flashed, and Giselle’s laughed delightedly despite the tears that fell from her eyes.

All is well in the Wonderful World of Le Tron.

Au revoir! See you next Friday at 3pm Central!

          

   Madame Le Tron

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