Drayng=Drawing. Not very clever.
Garry walked into the house, and admired the surroundings. He looked back at Ib, and smiled. She smiled, but as quickly as he did, frowned. "Have we met before?" both parties inquired, in synchrony. "Oh well," he said, waving off the strange occurrence, "Well, what do you want to do?"
"Nothing much. I go to bed at 11:30, and dinner is in the oven. Mom, err… Alli to you, if she gave her name, told you that it was going to be ready at seven, right?" Ib asked quietly.
"Yes, she told me all about it," Garry responded, "I have it covered. So…what do you usually do for fun?" He said, in a failed attempt to make it less awkward.
"I like…to talk. Usually about things I imagine up," Ib replied, "like the woman crawling out of…oops!" Ib said. She seemed apprehensive to talk about the woman, which was not surprising, seeing as how he himself did not want to speak about it. He froze, and turned around, staring at Ib over the statement.
"Out of a painting?" Garry asked briskly, "When did you see this?" Ib stared down, as though she could avoid the question by avoiding his gaze. "When did you see this?" Garry asked again.
"In my dreams," Ib muttered, "or nightmares rather."
Very aware that he was giving off a worried tension, he thought to himself, "Dang, I have to be less serious about this, however strange."
"Why, what is it? Have you seen it too? The women in paintings, the eerie dolls, the blonde girl with a knife," Ib elaborated.
"How do you know her? Is it in the art museum?" Garry asked. A memory surfaced. "Wait…weren't you that young girl who I saw near the embodiment of spirit?"
"Yes, yes I am," Ib said, "I remember that now. You don't suppose that was real was it?" Ib asked. Garry shook his head.
He paused for a moment, and then responded, "No. Probably just nightmares, art can do that to you. Hm…I kind of want to go back there sometime. See what will happen after all."
"Err…fine. I'd kind of like to myself," she said. Smiling, she looked at him expecting to hear when they'd go.
"Maybe we can go sometime soon, it's not that far from here," Garry said.
"Sounds like a plan!" Ib shouted. The phone rang, and Garry rushed over to answer it.
"Hello, is this Garry? I have a message for him," The person said.
"Hm? What is it Mrs.…oh I never got your last name," Garry said.
"Oh, sorry. I knew I forgot something. Its D-R-A-Y-N-G," Alli said.
"Drayng? How do you pronounce that?" Garry asked.
The woman sighed. "Drawing. Pronounce it drawing." Garry got the feeling this question came up a lot.
"Drawing? Ah, okay. So what is it you wanted to tell me?" Garry asked.
"I have to stay for a few days. Work piled up, and I have to go out of town for a bit. You're gonna stay there," Alli insisted, "but I'll pay you extra. However much you ask."
"Okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure, okay Mrs. Drayng. Bye!" Garry said, forgetting what she said past "stay there".
"What is it Garry?" Ib asked.
"Oh it was your mother," Garry replied, "she said she has to stay at work all day tomorrow and the day after. I'll be watching you, okay? Lets go see the museum tomorrow!"
"Sure, this will be good!" Ib said. She looked over at the clock, and muttered something inaudible. He looked at his watch, and saw it was 7:00. He saw Ib point at the oven, and got dinner ready. Trying to make sure they had fun, he talked with her until it was time for her to go to bed. He whispered good night to her, and laid in a sleeping bag next to her bed. They fell asleep, and both smiled, excited over the coming adventure.
