Tea time

Story about importance of not-knowing some sectrets.

That was Mrs. Waxwing who lived next to Teresa. Teresa didn't know her name, because everyone called her just "Mrs. Waxwing", without any names. Mrs. Waxwing and Teresa didn't talk much and both thought, that the other one is weird. Weird in a bad way.
At nights only, when all occupants of the Lisa's house come downstairs to have a tea, they did talk to each other.
Teresa used to say:
'Would you like some more tea, Mrs. Waxwing?'
Mrs. Waxwing always made a pause, as she actually were thinking about it. Then she answered:
'No, thank you.'
Sophie, landlady's niece, every time expected Mrs. Waxwing to agree, and every time she sighted in a grief. Lisa, the landlady, didn't expected nothing, so she just smiled and took a cup to her mouth to hide it.
After tea Mrs. Waxwing went upstairs and changes her clothes. She put on her old ball dress, which was very beautiful, blue with white embroidery. She took her small delicate fan, made of silk. She done her hair in the Greek knot. Then Mrs. Waxwing appeared at the balcony and stood there for some time, fanning herself and staring into the distance.
'What is she doing?' - Teresa asked one day.
'She's waiting' - Lisa said. She knows all her occupants' weird habits.
'Waiting for who?'
Lisa shrugged her shoulders.
For the short haul, Teresa tried to learn more about stranger, Mrs. Waxwing is waiting for, but she failed. She didn't ask any more about him, just shacked her head, smiling, every time she saw her neighbor. Mrs. Waxwing ignored her and craned her neck.
Their only conversation was repeated every day word for word:
'Would you like some more tea, Mrs. Waxwing?'
'No, thank you.'
One day Sophie brought a bunch of cornflowers for Mrs. Waxwing, and woman allowed her to play with her fan. Those very evening fan teared at a touch. Mrs. Waxwing said no word to Sophie. She, as she always did, wore a dress, done her hear and went to the balcony, but that time she stood there only for couple of minutes, and then she went to her apartment.
'What, she's not waiting any more?' - Teresa asked.
No one replied to her. Anyone understood that for the strange Mrs. Waxwing ritual the fan was needed.
Next two days she tried to manage a balcony waiting without it. Then she stopped to do her hair. Then she started to stay for a tea a little longer.
Teresa stopped teasing her with a smile, and then she went to a city for a week, although everybody knew she has no business to do there.
Teresa returned at Tuesday night. Lisa was clearing a table, Sophie was helping her, while Mrs. Waxwing just did nothing. Teresa went upstairs and called for woman. In a half an hour everyone heard a balcony's door squeaking. There was Mrs. Waxwing, her beautiful dress on her, her long hair knotted in a greek way. She hold a fan in her hands. It wasn't as delicate as the old one, but it was a fan.
Teresa stood downstairs, near to Lisa and Sophie.
Then she said:
'I wonder, who is she waiting for. That lucky blockhead.'
The next day was absolutely common. Mrs. Waxwing and Teresa didn't talk to each other all day, they didn't even smile or nodded, when they met in the hall.
But at night, when they had their tea, Teresa asked:
'Would you like some more tea, Mrs. Waxwing?'
And Mrs. Waxwing said, slowly, rapping out the words:
'Yes. Please.'

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