Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Give Me Love ~ Part 26
“You mean the guy you sent on a wild goose chase for a magical arrow that you already have? Who knows when he’ll be back. Why didn’t you just tell him you had it? The whole mystery surrounding Amorette could’ve been over.”
“I just want to be sure,” said Charlie.
“Which means, you just want more time with her,” said Emma. “I see the way you look at her.”
“I’m keeping her safe,” countered Charlie.
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself,” said Emma, “and just how long are you going to keep her safe?” Charlie rolled his eyes as Emma used air quotes around safe. “Because right now she feels like the damsel locked up in a tower and the prince who is supposed to be saving her is the one keeping her locked away.”
“I knew Mom shouldn’t have read you all those fairy tales,” said Charlie.
“What was it Neil Gaiman said?” asked Emma as she titled her head up to the sky. “Oh yes, fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. If there’s a mean ol’ dragon, then we’ll beat it. But I don’t think you’re going to find it here at the farmer’s market.”
“What do you mean?” Charlie narrowed his eyes.
Emma smiled, as she paid for some potatoes. “Oh yeah, I brought Amorette with me.”
She pointed a couple of booths down to where Amorette stood holding a puppy just outside the ASPCA booth, chatting away with what looked to be an ASPCA volunteer and a potential parent for the puppy Amorette was holding.
“I can’t believe you brought her here,” said Charlie, scowling.
“Believe it,” said Emma, purchasing some tomatoes.
“It’s not safe,” Charlie felt his pulse quicken as he watched Amorette hand the puppy over to its new owner.
“She has been here all morning, making friends with the vendors,” countered Emma. “I’m pretty sure if someone tried to nab her the entire market would come to her defense. She’s a natural at making friends. I can’t imagine anyone being out to hurt her.”
Emma handed Charlie her basket of goodies. “Here’s what you’re going to do. I’ve purchased everything you need for your famous ratatouille. You’re going to go home and get some shut eye, because Charlie, and I say this with love, but you look like crap.”
Charlie chuckled as he shook his head at his sister. “Double shifts will do that to you.”
“Then you’re going to bring this basket to my apartment and teach Amorette how to make ratatouille. After you all eat what I’m guessing will be an excellent meal, you’ll leave me some leftovers in the fridge and go to the park. They’re having an outside art show, I think Amorette will love.”
“You sure are bossy this morning,” said Charlie, looking in the basket.
“So are you going to do what I suggest or are you going to keep Amorette locked up in the tower otherwise known as my apartment?”
Charlie smirked at his sister. “We both know you are not suggesting anything, because if I say no then I’ll never hear the end of it. Correct?”
Emma smirked back. “Correct.”
“Fine,” said Charlie, “I’ll teach Amorette how to cook ratatouille, but I can’t promise we’ll go to the art show.”
“Well, you better,” said Emma, “because I already purchased the tickets. They’re in the basket, too.”
Without another word, Emma walked over to Amorette and the two walked in the direction of The Whistle. Charlie looked down at his basket and silently cursed his little sister, but in the same breath he thanked her too.