Part 4
I sat in my room, eating my breakfast while I researched French dishes that I should try to make.
Suddenly, I heard a plane engine fly over head.
A smile spread across my face as I tugged on a rope.
My sky light fell open. Wind and snow whipped into my room but I didn't mind.
Over the wind, I heard a voice.
A female voice.
Coming closer.
Screaming "ALOHA!"
My cousin, Alena, fell through the sky light.
She was petite and short with tan skin and ebony hair down to her waste. Her eyes were a warm brown.
She wore a tank top, a lay, a tied skirt and some flip flops.
She jumped to her feet and, immediately, started rubbing her arms.
"How can you stand this weather, you eskimo?"
"When you're born in an igloo, you become immune to the weather pretty damn quickly."
She looked at me in shock. "You were really born in an igloo?"
"No, you twit! And part of the reason why you're so cold is because of clothes.'
She looked at her outfit. "All the boys in Hawaii like this style."
"So, just because a blond surfer dude who, probably, dropped out of college says he likes your clothes, you're not gonna wear anything else, even when the clothes aren't correct for the weather?"
"That's the idea."
I laughed. "Well, get some boots; your toes will thank you."
She started pouting and crossed her hands over her chest. "Madison said the same thing."
That's when we heard a gun shot from just out side.
We both exchanged smiles and I said, "Talking of which…"
I tug on another rope the opened my window and sent a rope ladder down.
In a few seconds, a great mass covered in fur came rolling through the window.
Then, she threw her hood of. Her hair was brunette and her eyes matched perfectly.
Alena looked at Madison, is her huge fur coat, sweating like Niagara falls. She looked back at me & said, "Sorry, but the sweat fur ball look just doesn't suit me."
Madison scowled up at her while I just kinda smiled and help Madison to her feet.
As I help Madison get out of her winter hunting clothes, she said to Alena, "At least I won't loose any appendages to frost bite."
I smirked at the scowling Alena and said, "She's got ya' there."
I looked at both of them and said, "Well, we're all here. You know what that means."
I turned to book self and hit a button.
All the fake books turn back into the wall and was replaced by my alcohol stash.
"So, how's everyone's week been?"
My cousins rolled their eyes.
Madison started off by saying, "Damned politicians giving us trouble."
Then, Alena said, "Stupid mainlanders offering me a 'good time' again."
I nodded, keeping track of my week in my head and I decided.
"That settles it."
I grabbed a tall bottle filled with light yellow alcohol.
"Bacardi 151. Now, remember, no more than 5 shots; if our dads find us, drunk, we'll be skinned alive."
We each grabbed shot glasses and filled them with the rum.
"Bottoms up."
We all drank down our first shots.
Madison perked up and said, "You know, I have the perfect thing to go with this."
We both waited for her to grab something from her coat.
She brought out a zip lock bag what was filled with dried meat.
"Fresh Moose Jerky."
I popped my eyebrow at her. "How fresh is 'fresh'?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "I didn't kill it today."
"Good enough for me."
She tossed me and Alena the bag and we all got comfortable on the floor.
The both took a peak at my laptop.
"Why are you looking up French cuisine?"
"I'm taking cooking lessons."
The both looked at me.
"What?"
Madison put her hand on my shoulder. "Tell me you're not maturing."
"Hell, no! I just met a guy last night and he offered."
Alena leaned in. "How was he?"
"How was he what?"
"… You know…"
She started inclining her head towards the bed.
"I met the guy last night! You think I already went to the sack with him? After all my years of vowed virginity!"
She shrugged and said, "Well, if he learned French cuisine, chances are, he… learned some tricks of the trade from the most romantic country ."
"Alena, he knows French cuisine because he is French."
She looked at me in shock. "Now I'm really surprised; how could you turn him down?"
"He didn't offer."
"You're kidding!"
"No. In fact, instead of being a pervert, he saved me from one."
They both looked at me and said, at the same time, "Greenland?"
I nodded.
Madison held up her hand, telling me to stop. "Wait. He saved you. Since when do you need saving."
"Never. The fact is, I was about to punch his face off when Francis stepped up, told him off and said that, as a lady, I should choose my own escort. So, they left the choice up to me on who I would go with and I chose Francis."
Alena started fan girl squealing.
Madison held her hand up to stop me again. "Wait. Did you say his name was Francis?"
I nodded.
"Francis Bonnefoy?"
I nodded.
"Lea, he's France."
"Yes, we've established that he's from France."
"No, he's not from France; he is France."
At first, I was really confused. Then I understood. His alias was France. He was a part of the World Confrence.
"Why didn't he tell me?"
Madison shrugged. "Who knows?"
Alena suggested, "Maybe he didn't want you to treat him any different. Or he didn't want you to act any different around him."
I nodded, thoughtfully.
