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Throughout dinner, Helga kept a close watch on Owen Bramble as he kept eating dinner, chewing quietly and swallowing before speaking. "Olga, I have to say, this is a very delicious meal. I'm surprised that you're a very good cook."

"Oh, why thank you, Owen." Olga giggled. "I've had a lot of practice when it came to living on my own."

Helga noted Olga was using Bramble's first name, knowing that there was no other person known as 'Owen' in the house. Helga yelped as she noticed Bramble slowly inching his chair towards Olga. "You know, living on your own can be a bit lonely..."

"Yes, it can be..." Olga nodded. "That's why I often hang out with some friends back at home."

"Ah, yes, the wonders of friendship. As far as I'm concerned, the friends I have are the campaign managers and politicians that I usually hang around with." Owen Bramble sighed as he looked down. "Never actually had a lot of time to "hang out", what with the duties I have, running for mayor."

"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend." Helga muttered to herself.

"I'm sorry, what was that, baby sister?" Olga asked, confused as she turned to Helga.

Helga coughed a bit as she said, "Nothing, nothing, just thinking to myself."

"Hmmm..." Bramble said before turning to Olga. "You certainly have a cute little sister."

Helga blew a silent raspberry at Bramble and sneered at the man.

"Oh, she can be." Olga smiled.

"Yeah, it's a shame I never had any." Bramble said as he ate for a minute, then swallowed before continuing. "I was an only child, though I did wonder what it would be like to have a sibling."

"What do you mean by that?" Helga raised an eyebrow as Olga frowned.

"Helga!" Olga whispered.

"No, no, it's okay, she's naturally curious about it. Well... you see, I only lived with my mother and my father. Well... actually, both of them for the first... four, five years, probably. I lost her at an early age, so of course, I was an only child, only raised by my father." Bramble explained. "However, he and I have been... out of touch lately."

Olga looked up to Bramble in curiosity as she asked, "What happened between you and your father?"

"I'd rather not talk about that. It's been years and anyway, he's been dead for at least a few years. I'm over it, but talking about him just brings back memories." Bramble sighed. "Not the good type, either."

"Oh..." Olga looked at Bramble in sympathy as he carefully moved his chair closer to Olga's. "I'm so sorry, Owen. If you don't want to talk about it, I'll respect your wishes."

Bramble gave a nod as he was about to lean over towards Olga. "Thank you, Olga. You're always a respectful individual."

Helga yelped as she noticed that Bramble and Olga were getting too close to each other. Helga quickly started coughing, causing Olga to yelp.

"My goodness, Helga, are you okay?" Olga said, getting up quickly as Bramble fell over a bit, but not before saving himself.

"Wr-wrong pipe..." Helga said as she looked to be in tears from coughing.

"I better get you some water." Olga said as she ran over to the fridge. Bramble frowned as he glared at Helga, who looked ready to cough. He shook his head as he felt his phone buzz. He picked it up. "Yes?"

Owen Bramble paused as he listened in. "I see. All right, I'll be right there."

Owen Bramble then shut his phone off as Olga came back with a bottle of water and handed it to Helga. "Well, I hate to cut this visit short, but I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere tonight."

"Already?" Olga asked in surprise. "But we haven't gotten around to dessert yet!"

Bramble gave a bit of a smirk at the idea, causing Helga look over at the man in concern, then shook his head. "I'm afraid this can't wait. Politics, filming a campaign film, you understand. But I did have a lovely time."

"Well, I'm grateful for you coming over, Owen." Olga smiled.

"Maybe we can hang out again, preferably alone, when I'm not too busy." Owen Bramble explained.

"Of course!" Olga smiled as Owen started to head out the door. "Thank you for coming over! If I don't see you before then, I'll see you at the high school reunion!"

"I wouldn't dare to miss it." Owen Bramble laughed as he opened the door. "Thank you for having me over. Pleasure seeing you."

"Good-bye, Owen." Olga smiled as Owen departed, taking his leave. As Helga drank from the bottle of water in suspicion, Olga gave a smile. "Well, Mr. Bramble was certainly a nice person, wasn't he, Helga?"

"Olga, I don't know if you've noticed, but during the whole dinner, that Bramble guy has been eying you, and I mean, REALLY eying you!" Helga frowned.

"Eying me?" Olga said in confusion.

"Olga, you're just going to have to trust me... but I don't think I trust Mr. Bramble for a second. I mean, what kind of a last name is 'Bramble' anyway?" Helga frowned.

Olga frowned. "Helga, I get that Mr. Bramble has a bit of a personality that... okay, he may look like a cold person, but I had him for a teacher, and he's really nice. People keep telling me all the time he does have a bit of an intimidating personality and sometimes he does give a bit of a stink-eye at troublemakers, but he always treats every student well. I mean, back when I was in my last year of high school, he gave me a lot of A pluses plus extra credit because I study extra hard on his subject."

"All your teachers did that and you always study extra hard on a lot of subjects." Helga frowned.

Olga paused. "Okay, good point. But he's always been a nice teacher. He only ever gives someone the stink-eye is if someone were in trouble."

"And now he's a politician who only seems interested in you." Helga frowned.

"Oh, baby sister, even Mr. Bramble has a life. I mean, do you think Mr. Bramble makes shrines dedicated to people he likes and worships?" Olga asked. "It would be a bit creepy."

"I wouldn't say creepy would be the proper word for it..." Helga said as she sighed. "But say Bramble did fancy you. Don't you remember what happened with the last guy you had relations with?"

"Yes, Helga, I remember." Olga frowned. "And I'm still trying to forget that ever happened."

Helga sighed. "What I'm trying to say is is that I don't want you rushing into a relationship with someone you hardly know!"

Olga paused as she looked at Helga. "Look, I know you're not comfortable with a lot of people..."

"You do?" Helga said in shocked confusion.

"But I've known Mr. Bramble since my senior year in high school and I'm glad to meet him again. But I doubt he has an interest in me." Olga laughed.

"And if he does?" Helga raised an eyebrow.

Olga paused as if to think about it. "Well... we'll wait and see what happens... but let me repeat to you, baby sister... Mr. Bramble is a really nice guy."

Helga just decided to drop it for now as she sighed. Before she could go upstairs, though, Olga was starting to think as a small 'hmmm' was heard from her lips.

Helga turned to Olga as she raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Olga?"

"Sorry, just thinking to myself. Helga, have you ever heard of someone named 'Monkeyman'?" Olga asked.

Helga double-taked in surprise as she said, "Er, I may have heard the name somewhere. Why?"

"Well..." Olga started... then paused. "Never mind."

Helga blinked, before shrugging and heading off to her room... but not before heading towards her Arnold shrine in her closet as she started to sigh. "Arnold, whatever plan you have with that Kevin guy... better speed up the process!"

And there is the tenth chapter! How did you guys like it? Again, if you guys have any suggestions for this story, anything at all, don't hesitate to PM me! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!