Chapter 21:
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"What do you mean – I thought that you have to toast the bread by getting it hot and put the eggs in the toaster to cook them?" he says, obviously confused. I walk over and turn off the cooker (which he has managed to work) and switch the hissing toaster off at the wall: I think it may be easier to buy a new toaster than salvage this one.
"No, you toast the bread in the toaster – hence the name toast-er – and to make fried eggs, firstly you remove the shell then fry in the frying pan," I explain gently, not trying to make him upset.
"Well that is just great – I can't even cook breakfast for the one woman I love," he chastises himself and I give him a hug.
"It's alright Myrnin, you missed out on a lot but we can learn it can't we?" I console him, before my phone buzzes… that'll be Eve! I pull my phone out and rightly so, there is:
You have a text message from Eve.
Claire, where the hell are you? You said you would be home before I left for work – you weren't – and now Michael says you still aren't home. You have a LOT of explaining to do, as well as the fact I hear you already knew about Amelie and Sam's engagement… I had to learn from Oliver, who took great deal in gloating that he was telling me. So Claire, you had best get your story straight.
Now she is really mad, and I mean really.
"Myrnin, sweetie, sorry but I have to leave now – Eve is really mad and I need to get home now, but do you want to stay over tonight?" I say, asking something I really want.
"Of course I will – how about I come over at about 9pm? Then you've talked to Eve, Amelie and anyone else that wants to talk to you?" he replies – Amelie has wanted to talk to me?
"Oh, dear Amelie simply wishes to apologise for yesterday now she knows why you were keeping her there, and also to thank you for helping Sam out," he explains, noticing the worried look on my face as I processed the information.
"Oh that's good – I'll speak with her later, but bye! Love you!" I call just before I open the portal to the Glass House. Michael looks up from the paper (and then back down) then says "Hey" as I pass the sofa where he is sat, on the way to get something to eat.
"Hi!" I call through as I put bread in the toaster, not the eggs, and get my chocolate spread out – thankfully not touched since the shouting incident yesterday – as my phone rings – it's Sam.
"Hey Sam!" I exclaim and he laughs before saying:
"Hey Claire, how are you doing? Well as you can probably tell from the fact I'm not depressed over at your place that Amelie accepted my proposal – we're going to take it slow so we won't be getting married for some time now but still, the motions are in place!" he sounds so happy and I cannot help but grin from cheek to cheek.
"That's great Sam, really," I say back.
"Amelie says that she is coming over in half an hour to talk to you about something – apparently I am not to know!" he chuckles and I am guessing it's the 'bride' part of the wedding: but what is it? Because normally, wedding details are left to the bride but I know that Sam is going to want to do a lot of work on it as well so I truly have no idea… the only thing I can think of is the dress or the flowers? But trust Amelie to not ask to come over, simply telling me that she is: then again it washer house and she is the Founder and everything, as well as becoming a good friend (I think she has actually learnt the meaning of the word and is decidedly nice for it – to me at least!) to me and I don't ask to go to the lab, I just go.
"Alright, well I'm just grabbing something to eat so do you want to do anything today or tomorrow?" I ask him, balancing my phone on my shoulder/ear to keep it in place as I grab the toast and promptly begin slathering on the chocolate spread.
"Today- no, I can't because this afternoon I am being tested by Myrnin for health checks, but tomorrow afternoon sounds good – I'll share with you the mysterious location of the house!" he says spookily – I actually really want to know where it is!
"Great, so I'll see you then!" I exclaim and after we've both said our goodbyes I hang up the phone and eat my toast.
"WHERE IS SHE?" I hear Eve yell – if yell is a strong enough word – from the front door: Michael is trying to soothe her by saying:
"Honey, it's alright, she is just in the kitchen but she was fine." However, Eve is storming into the kitchen, shoes slamming into the floor, and she bursts through: a graveyard ablaze, furious.
"Do you have any idea how worried I have been since you didn't appear last night: Michael was all 'she's ok and don't worry' but I did anyway because I am your friend!" she screams at me – I mean it isn't exactly doing my eardrums any favours!
"And then you don't come home at all last night, before not turning up in the morning either! So where the hell have you been Claire?" she continues.
"Well I went on a date and stayed over," I say, not mentioning Myrnin given the fact Eve dislikes him the most of all, given the fact he stored her in a room with no food or water, locked so that none of us could have rescued her.
"That's it? The major explanation that you brainiac likes to give, is 'I went on a date and stayed over'? wow Claire, that's a really crap excuse!"
"Well, sorry but that's the truth now if you please I am going to go and get changed before I talk to Amelie about something," I say, storming out of the kitchen.
"That's another thing: why did Michael and Oliver know about Amelie getting a proposal before me?"
"Eve, for gods sake, just leave it! We didn't know until after we kept her here for two hours to let Sam set it up, so please just stop going on!" Michael lets rip, leaving a very stunned Eve, with me frozen on the stairs. Before running up as fast as possible to shut the door to my room, and block out the couple arguing. Which works pretty well actually: as long as the music is blaring… and I sing along… and study at the same time.
You have a text message from Amelie
Claire, would you mind coming over to my office instead of me heading over there now? It is just that it is easier for me and Sam is out anyway.
Amelie
I immediately respond:
Amelie
Of course, I'll just come over now.
Claire
I run downstairs and say to the arguing pair – I block out the subject because I don't want to be listening.
"Just going to Amelie's house now. Bye!"
And with that I run to the portal and open to the thick red carpet, Amelie waiting by the desk with the biggest smile on her face I have ever seen (and the gorgeous ring on her finger.)
Anybody have any ideas where they think the house ought to be? If so, review and tell me, if not… still please R-E-V-I-E-W!
Sorry the chapter is short – wasn't much I could put on this!
Vicky xx