The shades on the windows that lined Spot's private room were pulled shut, blocking the beautiful sunshine from entering. Anne sat and watched Spot sitting in the darkened room from a crack in the pulled shade.
She could have laughed out loud at the way he continually rubbed and polished the golden tip of his precious cane, had she not been so angry.
One day she had jokingly grabbed his cane from his belt loop and he had about tore her living day lights out.
Spot's head jerked up at the sound of Anne rattling through the window.
"How many damn times are you gunna make me run away from dem ta come afta' you?" Anne said loudly, getting up from the floor after falling from the windowsill.
"Well, how many damn times do I have to tell you dat you need ta stay dere?" Spot asked, louder.
"Well, how many damn times is it gunna take for you ta undastand dat I ain't gunna listen?" Anne asked, her voice raising even louder.
"How'd you get past dem anyway?" Spot asked just above a whisper since their faces were only inches apart.
Thinking he had yelled at her, Anne raised up to yell back, but stopped quickly when she realized that he was staring at her. His ice blue eyes met hers with a glimmer from the light that shone in from the window she had opened.
Coming to reality she realized that she had also been staring back at him and began to fumble with her words, "Uh... What...where you sayin'?"
His spread into a large grin, "Uh.... I can't remembah'." Anne began to giggle and Spot began to join in.
"I bought some food at da merchant's shops. Would you like ta join me?" Anne asked between laughs as she extended an arm. "I would be delighted me lady," Spot chuckled, receiving her arm.