Chapter 3 – By the Light of the Silvery Moon
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It was midnight when Melanie awoke with a crick in her neck on the chair she had fallen asleep in with a blanket covering her she had not chosen. Melanie looked around confused wondering where she was, what time it was and where everyone had gone. Even in her tired state she was able to rationalize that she was in the chair she had fallen asleep and someone had to have covered her up in kindness, it was night time, and all were asleep in their beds. Melanie stood from her chair and proceeded to stretch, fold her blanket and attempt to find a spare room where her luggage had been placed. I her searching she discovered Daisy's room, the pantry, the library, and after finally going upstairs she discovered the room she assumed was her bedroom since her luggage was in there. She made sure to light a candle so she could see.
"Oh, wow! Look at that sliver of a moon!" Melanie said to herself going to her large window where the partially showing moon shone brightly against the navy sky. She opened her window to breathe in a June breeze. She leaned against the sill to stare at the celestial body that seemed to smile back at her. Growing uncomfortable in her clothes she was wearing she began shedding her layers of clothing.
"By the light of the silvery moon, I want to spoon, to my honey I'll croon love's tune, Honeymoon keep a-shining in June, Your silvery beams will bring love dreams, we'll be cuddling soon, By the silvery moon," Melanie sang rather off key as ended up in front of her window in nothing but her undergarments. She repeated her little tune whilst dancing about her room. She danced to her bed then back to her window.
Meanwhile on the street, Atticus Finch strolled trying to clear his head. He had just been informed that afternoon that he had another tough case involving the rape of a young woman by her neighbor. He was defending the poor girl with infallible evidence but still the case was going to be a tough one due to the man having a higher standing with the local men. Atticus stopped and sighed deeply before noticing a light at the corner of his eye. Atticus turned to see a dim light coming from the Brooke house. He looked up and what he saw shocked him. Miss Melanie was dancing about in nothing but her undergarments!
Atticus had never been one to desire to stare at scantily clad women or even pay much attention to details of any woman's body but he could not tear his eyes from the twirling girl in the window. He could not help salivating watching the now obviously curvaceous girl in the window. The candle light illuminated her enough to shine off her chestnut curls and pale skin. The way she moved was so enticing to him that he was tempted to stand there forever watching Melanie. Then her faint voice reached his ears. To most it sounded like an off key voice but to him it was a siren's call for him to come and claim her. He would have kept staring at her had he not seen her freeze and look in his direction. He almost jumped in shock that she caught him staring and blushed in his chagrin.
"Out for a midnight stroll, Mr. Atticus?" Melanie surprised the man after seconds of silent staring.
"Ah, yes, Miss Melanie. I just needed to clear my head," He responded hoping she would not think him a pervert.
"Ah, I see. Well, I am going to retire now. Good night, Mr. Atticus," She smiled to him and waved.
"Good night, Miss Melanie," He nodded and quickly headed back towards his own home.
"Oh, sweet Lord!" Melanie slammed shut her window, covered it with her curtains and flopped onto her bed in embarrassment. She covered her red face trying to forget the scandalized look on Atticus's face.
"He must think I'm a trollop or something! I can't believe he saw me doing that! I'm so embarrassed!" She hit her head into her pillow repeatedly before going limp. She turned her head to look at her candle.
"Well, I don't think he'll tell anyone, right? Mr. Atticus seems to be a gentleman and would not tell a soul about this," She talked to herself then pushed herself off her bed with determination, "And if he did wouldn't people think he was some peeping tom looking at me! Yes! If he tells on me then I'll just tell everyone he was peeping!"
And with that thought Melanie climbed into her bed, blew out her candle and fell asleep again unaware of her effects on poor Mr. Finch's heart.
Author's Note (another one):
I know this chapter was really short but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway. :) Please, continue to read and review! :)
