Chapter 39, everybody! In which Wilson makes Rae swear and discusses some of the back-story of their world….
Yuko13, thanks for the review! We shall see….And yup—that reminds me, I ought to post more in the CCI folder….It must be a thing that happens. Weird. I'm not entirely sure—I know that Easter occurs around Passover, because Jesus came to Jerusalem to observe it and go to His crucifixion, but I'm not sure how they determine when Passover is. I'd have to look it up….
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Yugi and Willow bolted, but Wilson was stayed by Rae pointing at him.
"You," she hissed. "You stay right there."
Goody—his plan was a success.
"Well then," Wilson said, clasping his hands together as the door swung shut. "I take it that there must be a secret compartment beneath me. What's in it, that elicits such a reaction?"
"None of your business," Rae hissed. "You explain to me why you have a thing named Yami in my springhouse."
"None of your business," Wilson responded primly, enjoying the ability to throw her words back at her. "I can't help but wonder though—why is it that there's a young woman living out in the middle of nowhere by herself?"
"Listen, bucko, you're in my house. You answer my questions."
"How very possessive of you."
She snarled in anger and paced away, going to the window and glaring out of it.
"Interesting carvings," Wilson stated, indicating the walls. "Did you do them yourself?"
"What makes you think I did it?"
"Your hands twitch," Wilson said, pointing. "I know an artist, and his hands twitch when he's not doing anything with them. Furthermore, the style is more indicative of a Pale Skin than a Tan Skin. Furthermore—" And here he watched her reaction carefully. "Very few art styles survived till the Great Migration—the ones not authorized by the Administration were the ones salvaged by the Bradbury-Orwells."
She leaned against the windowsill, still glaring, not truly seeing anything. "You're much too young to have been a Bradbury-Orwell—I would have to guess it was your parents, correct?" Wilson asked. "The hidden compartment I'm standing over—that's where they hid what they salvaged. That's why you're here, and threatening to shoot anything that moves."
She finally looked at him. "If you're so smart, then what do you think you're doing?" she spat.
"If I were to tell you, it would only be if it were to remain in strictest confidence."
She held up a finger. "Hold on, then."
She crossed over to the kitchen, opened up a cabinet, pulled out a lid and a wooden spoon, crossed over to the door, and banged a cacophonous tempo on the lid.
That done, she opened the door, revealing Yugi and Willow rolling around on the porch, clutching their ears.
"This is a private conversation!" she snarled. "Beat it!"
And she slammed the door.
"All right then," she said, putting her back to the door and looking at him. "What's the big secret?"
Wilson figured he might as well hold her to her order's oath. "Bradbury-Orwell, who preserves our culture: what I'm about to tell you is in strictest confidence and must never leave this room."
She tilted her head, thinking. If she were to agree….
"If we're going to play it like that, then I'd better get my Bible," she said finally.