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Chapter Two
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Mr. and Mrs. Darling walked into their daughters room and nearly fainted. Mr. Darling walked straight into the room, trembling with suppressed anger, and hissed his daughter's name. She did naught but turn in her sleep, so he said it louder. When she still gave no response or acknowledgement, he bellowed, "Wendy!"
Wendy and Peter both were so startled that they actually hit their heads on the ceiling. Wendy looked up at her father with a puzzled look on her face.
"What?" she said, hands on hips.
"What in God's name is he doing in your bedroom?" Mr. Darling asked.
"I don't know… sleeping, perhaps?" Wendy said sarcastically.
"Don't you use that tone of voice with me young lady! Allen will be here any minute and you are not even dressed yet! Mary, will you please take this young man and… and… I don't know what to do with him!" Mr. Darling was in an absolute state of panic.
"Allen?" Wendy asked, then, with disgust, she said, "Oh, him…"
"Yes, him! Now, Mary, what will we do with him?" Mr. Darling asked his wife, gesturing frantically in Peter's direction.
"Perhaps get him bathed and dressed?" Mrs. Darling suggested.
"Yes, very well then… do with him as you want," Mr. Darling strode from the room in a huff, muttering, "I told you they were there… treats me like I'm crazy…"
"I'll just go get young… what was your name?" Mrs. Darling asked.
"Peter. Pan," he replied.
"Oh… Peter?" Mrs. Darling grinned at her daughter. "Let's go make you presentable." Still grinning, she led Peter out of the room.
Wendy sighed and jumped off her bed. I'll never hear the end of this... she thought.
Minutes later they were all downstairs and dressed. Wendy was in a rather pretty baby blue dress, with her hair pinned in a barrette at the back of her head. Peter was in plain brown slacks that were quite baggy on him, and a white shirt. No shoes, because Mrs. Darling couldn't convince him to wear them. Mrs. Darling was in pink, and Mr. Darling was in black slacks and a white shirt. Wendy and Peter sat on the comfortable sofa.
The doorbell rang and Mrs. Darling let Allen into the house. He walked into the room and eyed Wendy disparagingly. He seemed to be assessing her. He finally stood before her and looked down at her.
"Well, her manners could use some work… she hasn't even greeted me," he said.
Wendy stood and curtsied. "Well, I just thought I should wait until you were done staring at me."
Mr. Darling gasped. "Wendy! Don't be rude!"
Wendy nodded. "Welcome to our home," she said.
"And a lovely home it is," Allen said, "Do you have any experience with children?"
"Yes. I tell them stories and give them their medicines," Wendy said, grinning.
"Stories?" Allen said, wrinkling his nose in distaste, "There will be no need for stories in our home. The children will not need such distracting fantasies, nor will they have any time to laze about and listen to your girlish nonsense. You will not need to worry about anything but entertaining me and throwing magnificent parties. Eventually, a nanny will care for the children, so you'd only need to worry about them as babes."
Wendy smiled and turned to her parents. "Mother, Father, may I speak with you in the hall?"
She didn't wait for an answer, but merely walked into the hall. Her parents followed her.
"What is it?" Mr. Darling said.
"No," Wendy stated simply.
"Wendy, give him a chance… I'm sure he's perfectly nice," Mrs. Darling said.
"Yeah… he's about as nice as having a dull sword thrust into your gut," Wendy said sarcastically.
"Wendy!" Mr. Darling growled. "Allen is a perfectly respectable gentleman. A marriage to him would mean financial stability and a high place in society."
"There's more to marriage than money and social standing, Father," Wendy said, "What about love?"
"In time, you could come to love Allen," Mr. Darling replied, "Very few are as lucky as I was in finding your mother. Allen is the best proposal you've gotten and you cannot hope to do better."
"I could never love a man so cold and unimaginative as him," she said, "Please, Father…"
"Wendy, I don't want to, but I will arrange your marriage myself if it means that you'll be well taken care of," Mr. Darling said.
Wendy only glared at him and walked back into the room, where Peter and Allen seemed to be sizing each other up. She grabbed Peter's arm and began pulling him toward the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Mr. Darling asked-yelled- walking into the room.
"Away," Wendy said, "Far away, where nobody can reach me."
"Neverland…" Peter whispered.
Wendy nodded. "Let's go." They ran the rest of the way to her bedroom window. They waited until the other residents of the house and Allen were in the room, before leaping into the air and flying toward the sky.
"We can wait for nightfall in the clock tower," she said.
Peter only raised an eyebrow and followed her to the large clock tower.
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