That Devil's Madness
“Nicolette, rugged up in a coat with a little fur collar and matching fur hat, walked along beside Louis, playing hopscotch with the pavement squares as they walked.
‘Are those boots polished?’ Louis asked, pointing to her feet. Nicolette looked at her boots. She stopped skipping. She knew how strict her grandfather was about clean shoes. Every night he would spread newspaper on the kitchen table, and choose the right coloured polish and the right brushes from a box he kept under the sink. With ...one brush he would carefully work the polish into the leather of the shoes he had worn that day, then leave the shoes for a while so the polish could penetrate the leather. When he judged enough time had passed, he’d pick up the other brush and shine the shoes. Then he would get a piece of woollen cloth he kept just for that purpose, and buff the shoes even more until they shone like new.
For the past year or so, since Grandma Therèse had died after being so long in hospital, Grandpa Louis expected Nicolette to polish her own shoes.MoreLess
‘Are those boots polished?’ Louis asked, pointing to her feet. Nicolette looked at her boots. She stopped skipping. She knew how strict her grandfather was about clean shoes. Every night he would spread newspaper on the kitchen table, and choose the right coloured polish and the right brushes from a box he kept under the sink. With ...one brush he would carefully work the polish into the leather of the shoes he had worn that day, then leave the shoes for a while so the polish could penetrate the leather. When he judged enough time had passed, he’d pick up the other brush and shine the shoes. Then he would get a piece of woollen cloth he kept just for that purpose, and buff the shoes even more until they shone like new.
For the past year or so, since Grandma Therèse had died after being so long in hospital, Grandpa Louis expected Nicolette to polish her own shoes.MoreLess
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