"Who's Ahab, again?" Richie asked.
"He was the seventh King of the Northern Kingdom who married Jezebel." I said, " She persuaded him to abandon the worship of God for Baal, the pagan deity."
"That's coolies. Thanks for the help, Tally." He weakly responded. Richie was currently muffled by the large, blue notebook in front of him. He was attending college, which meant homework, which was unnecessary to me.
"Well, we can't all just know stuff like you. You know that." Richie muttered. My sharp hearing assured me that I would hear it though.
I responded just as quietly, "Yeah, and we can't all read minds you know, Richie." I made sure to sneer his name. That always got him going.
"Not gonna work, Thalia." He said, using my full name. I hated that, which he knew, of course. "That tattoo, what was it?" Rich asked as I suppressed a shiver that still escaped down my spine.
"It was a fleur-de-lis. It's generally described as a lily and it is used in various places though," I thought letting the information flood my mind, "it's very popular in french royalty. It quite literally means lily flower in french you know." I finished as Rich just grunted in his man way of saying 'alright, thanks Tally. You're a great lil' cuz you know. I don't tell you that enough'.
"Thanks Tally. You rock, never change." He said quickly and totally insincerely
"You're an ass, Rich." I bit back.
"Seriously, Tally. What do you think he wanted?" Rich whispered, with uncharacteristic signs of nervousness on his face.
I responded naturally and out of worry, "I don't know. His attack wasn't natural. It was premeditated. We just barely fended him off. We can't let that happen again. We need new stock." He watched me with his face that was so much like my own and his usual snarky mask of annoying arrogance slowly came back. And as always, with his usual unfailing trust in me he got up and quickly forgot his homework.
"I'll call Ben."
