Friday, January 5, 2018
Give Me Love ~ Part 37
“I can’t be around you right now,” said Charlie. “I have to think.”
“Please, don’t go,” said Amorette. “I love you.”
“Do you?” asked Charlie with narrowed eyes, before he left the bar.
Amorette sat back down in the booth, laid her head on her folded arms, and sobbed.
Amorette brought Emma a cup of tea as Emma sat on the couch.
“Feeling better?” asked Amorette, as she sat beside Emma and folded her legs under her.
Emma shook her head as she took a sip. “My head is still killing me. I hope I’m not coming down with something.”
“You should rest,” said Amorette.
“So should you, by the looks of things,” said Emma. “I don’t mean to be rude, but hun, you look like you’ve been crying all night.”
Amorette looked at the floor. She wanted to confide in Emma, but knew she couldn’t. She had broken enough rules by pricking herself with the arrow, falling in love with Charlie, and telling him everything. There was no reason to bring Emma into the mess she had made.
“I remembered some stuff last night, about my past,” said Amorette, “and it was awful. I spent most of the night worried about it.”
“You want to talk about it?” asked Emma.
“I’d rather not drag you into it,” said Amorette honestly. “I’m afraid it’s too late for Charlie. I’ve really made a mess of things.”
Emma patted Amorette’s knee. “Charlie will be fine. If anyone can clean up your mess it’s him. Guess I had better go down and see to the inventory. I need to order from my supplier today.”
Amorette leapt off the couch. “I can do it. I’ll make a list for you and then you can order.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” asked Emma, taking another sip of her tea.
“Really, I need to get my mind off things and if you need someone to count bottles, I’m you’re gal. Please, I just need something to do, so I can stop running through last night in my head,” explained Amorette.
“Okay,” said Emma. “The inventory list is on a clipboard just inside the storage room. While you’re doing that, I’m going to take a nap. I hate how sleepy that medicine makes me. Wake me by three, if I’m still asleep, so I can get the order in.”
“Sleep well,” said Amorette as she left the apartment and walked down the stairs. Her mind still tumbled with thoughts of Charlie and Tris. She wondered if Charlie had the golden arrow. Since she hadn’t heard from Gerwyn, she suspected he hadn’t found it. She desperately wanted to get a hold of Gerwyn, but had no idea how to do that as a human. In the past, she could just call him with a thought, it wasn’t like he had a cell phone.
Amorette entered the storeroom and grabbed the inventory clipboard. As she counted bottles, she also cleaned, doing anything she thought might make her forget the events of the night before. She laughed at herself, she had spent days not knowing who she was and now that she knew, she wanted to forget.
“Life is funny,” she muttered to herself as she looked down to the bottom shelf. She spotted a box of Zima and checked the list. Zima wasn’t on the list and Amorette couldn’t remember having a single person order it while she tended bar.
She penciled Zima into the bottom of the list and then knelt to move the box to clean behind the box. As she reached toward the back of the shelf she felt rough fabric. She pulled at the fabric and brought it into the lap, noticing there was something wrapped in burlap.
Amorette looked over her shoulder to the storage room door, feeling as if she were being noisy by looking at what was in the burlap, but she couldn’t help herself. It was like the object was calling to her. She could feel the burlap vibrating softly, like a purr of a kitten.
She unwrapped the object and her eyes grew as she saw the golden arrow.