(Pryde/Wisdom) the Greatest Miracle of All 6/?
Disclaimer: Main ones are Marvel characters, some will be mine, too, so don't sue because *looking around her room* I am just a happy, but poor comic book store worker. I don't have the money for those prosecuting and if i do *smirk* you can't have it because i need it for more comics.
Feedback: Very much welcome. This is still the work of my very first story the OTL, even though it's among many of mine now, so I'll welcome any kind of feedback good or bad, but flamers don't make me tie anyone down. I've over and done with that but I'm sure i can find something to stake you down with and some creatures to leave to play with you.
Adoration's, Praise and Acknowledgments: To Luba for dedication char wise and just for realizing yes, she can come tell me to write and produce more! But first and foremost, as always, to Winter Oak and Tangle Toy for pushing me to finish this piece, hint at the goings on of it, beg and prod me at points to get me going and writing. Love to you all, you're the BEST!
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Part VI: "Nice Try, Come Again Later"
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To see her was to see a magician make white birds out of colored paper. She was magic. She was beauty defined in skin, and colored in beige's and dark browns. Did she realize how beautiful she looked? Did she realize she had captivated the audience watching her? The breath from every chest?
No. She couldn't. She looks like she isn't even on this plain anymore.
She has gone beyond them all. Just watch her. The way she moves. She doesn't even know anyone's watching. I doubt she even cares. She's got me, and it's like I've never seen her a day in my life, but I can see her soul shining in those movements.
Dark, deadly, playful, then changing. She frolic's, she's in lust. Madness, there's anger, resentment, she's forgiving, she's teasing. She's fighting, she's wining. She's walking the edge of the dark and the light. Can they not see what she is doing right there in front of their eyes?
She's making love to the music, giving it her heart -- her everything -- and capturing mine.
~*~*~
Spin, turn left, up, cross arms. Left arm out, balance down, follow over with right arm, land soft. It's a pillow, not a wooden floor. Turn right, arc arm, follow through with your entire body.
You're not a tree, or blocks of cement, your body can m-o-v-e!
Lift to toes, run jump, switch leap, land soft, tumble down, push up. Spin out, fall back, land splits, turn side ways, curl up. Hands up, arc circle, full body circles in front, limp, loose, and graceful.
Your body is an instrument, play it. Go with it. Release all that's in your soul, and everything that's inhibiting you, weighing you to the ground, and making you solid. Flow. Fly. Dream.
BUT ABOVE ALL, remember Stevie's words: Be one with the music, and the dance.
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"You were marvelous! Stupendous!" Jennifer laughed as she tossed a towel at Kitty, who was breathing in a short rapid pattern as class ended. She was a thin, tall, Chinese girl, with long straight black hair and a flair for the extravagant in all her outfits and accessories she put together herself. For the first few times Kitty had seen her she'd had to restrain herself from grinning at the mental connection to Claudia Kishi in the Baby Sitter's Club books she read so many years ago when she was young.
"Took the little upstart down a notch, did you?" Tessa threw in, as she walked out of the bathroom door in normal clothes still towel drying her blonde hair, from a shower just obviously taken. She was an extremely beautiful, weirdly quiet, yet wild, socialite snob, who'd only taken an interest in Kitty once she'd gotten the main part in Swan Lake.
"She did! You should have seen her!" Amanda grinned as she was picking up her backpack and pulling out a set of car keys that jangled in her hand getting free. She had soft flowing brown hair that met the middle of her back, with bright blue eyes and a warm smile. "Showed that troupe girl we don't just let people take over on the day they show up, cause we've already got the best!"
Kitty blushed a little, finding herself liking the complements getting thrown her way for something she loved, but she wasn't sure she felt comfortable with the down talking of the girl, even if she didn't like the circumstances surrounding her. Some things were just unfair. She'd worked her butt off to get picked and placed in the show, to have someone slide in on a one dance show, made her feel a bit slighted, but she was doing her best to keep it anywhere from near full fledge annoyance. Give it a class or two, and they'd probably be friends or acquaintances atleast.
"See you guys in a few days. Toodles!" Amanda called leaving for the door and her two friends, Shea and Eric who were always came and waited for her, as Kitty patted off her face and neck avoiding a comment yet. She reached up to wave bye to all of them, as she'd gone out with that group a few times, and realized with her movement her limbs ached from the fury and frenzy she'd thrown into her steps when asked to perform.
"Yeah, later, Manda." Tessa called after her, before going back to her make up which was now spread out on her lap.
"Well, I'm glad you did. She needed taking down. Thinks she can fool everyone with that quiet, innocent act. Ha! I see right through her, I do! Thinks she can take the part of your understudy just because Madame Jezebel thinks she danced 'extraordinarily for a child of this modern age'."
Jennifer laughed at Tessa's mock accent of their teacher and her words, before nudging Kitty's arm, while she was still putting on her jacket without changing.
"Hey, I think that guy's watching you."
Kitty looked up a bit surprised, as she zipped the bottom of her brown leather jacket an inch over black dance pants and her stomach thinking on her stage of pregnancy only a moment, before scanning the area only right in front of her not moving yet. There was something to surprises like that. Had someone seen her dancing maybe?
A shiver of excitement ran up her spine as Tessa even looked up, and she straightened her jacket against the loose blue jeans she wore. "Who? Where?"
"Over by in the doorway, behind you. Smoking, brooding, got the whole 'Woe and Darkness Is Me' thing going." Tessa commented looking more intrigued in a person than Kitty had thought she could get. Kitty was turning already as she followed her first words up with a hushed whisper. "Really nummy looking. Wonder if he's got a date tonight, or for the next few months."
Her excitement leapt, dashed and leapt all in the same second as she landed eyes on the man in the doorway. Dark circles under the eyes, wrinkled clothes, expression like he couldn't care if the world was about to fall apart in front of his feet, fingertips curled in a strange tenderness around the cigarette in hand. Their eyes met, yet Kitty said nothing to anyone, even her thoughts seemed strangely silent.
Jennifer nudge her shoulder, holding out a small gym bag that was sparkly blue with a silver printing that read 'Dazzler World Tour '87" with stars around it in a darker blue, and whispered. "Know him?"
Kitty took the bag, slinging it over a shoulder, glancing at it a moment, before looking up at one of her closest dance friends nodding almost reluctantly. She wasn't sure if she was happier than she could imagine again, or infuriated beyond all holds of hell. The world definitely wasn't fair. Again.
"Yeah." She said, letting a very small sigh slide. "Looks like my time is up. Tuesday?"
Tessa nodded looking like she barely keeping herself from leaping on the subject. Little dancer, special schoolgirl, didn't seem so boring anymore it appeared. "Yeah, Tuesday. Don't be late this time. In fact, come early. I want details."
She let a hand fall over her duffel, resting on it and walked towards the door, watching him take a drag on the cigarette, and expel it slowly, watching her approach. She stopped a foot from him, and looked at him expectantly, but he didn't offer anything up. Shifting her weight on the sandals she slipped on her feet from dancing bare foot and clearing her throat, she said like she might have to any guest visiting.
"It's nice to see you again."
"Damnit, Pryde," he muttered his words at her differential ones, as they came quicker than he could stop them, and he watched her copper eyes narrow. He could tell she was angry already, and this wasn't even the tip. He straightened, tossing the cigarette on the top step and stepped on it.
"Logan said you'd need a ride home."
"A taxi would have been fi-"
"PETE??!!!!!" The voice was grabbled in thought for only 1.5 seconds, before some one ran head long into him, he stiffened in response about to throw the person on the ground but it had only taken another .5 seconds to realize he was being hugged. When the figure draped in a white unitard slim dancer costume stepped back he relinquished a startled expression to a degree.
"Kylie?!" Pete was shocked, but it was wearing off. His glance shifting back to Kitty who suddenly looked like she'd swallowed the world whole.
"I'll be in the car."
~*~*~
Kylie shifted uncomfortably taking a step back as the tall girl that she'd watched dancing, with the curly brown hair, walked out with a defiant air of confusion, annoyance, anger, hurt, even a touch of jealousy. Sometimes a gift could be a cruse.
"Small world," she commented briefly before nodding to the door. "That was the girl?"
Pete frowned, two seconds from cursing, but nodded, even more exhausted from his prior trip, and bewildered himself, knowing he should be going after her right at that second. He watched a man come and set his hands on Kylie's shoulders. He was tall, tanned just like her, except he seemed to be everything she wasn't. They looked like a matched set almost, standing there together, except in complete opposites.
He bore a black trench coat, but a normal outfit under it of black jeans and shirt. His hair was almost the exact same color of hers. He wore a pair of pure black glasses, that his eyes couldn't be see behind, and his jaw was tight, except he seemed to relax just by touching her. She, too, relaxed curling back into his hands, pulling them down into her own below her chin.
"Pete, this is Kyle. Kyle; Pete. We met on the plane."
He nodded to the man, and his expression -this Kyle- shifted from a silent expectance to slow caution, his hands tightening on hers before releasing. The man might as well have staked his territory or stuck a property tag. Bloody hell, it wasn't like he wanted a piece of her. He was only standing here...as his one good act for the millenium, while he knew he should be the car, and wanted to go but was hesitant.
Kylie didn't seem disturb she seemed to look suddenly like she was going to laugh, and a small smile darted across to and from the man lips, before she grinned at Pete when Kyle let go of her hands.
"I've transferred from my dance Troupe in California to here, while we're in the city. They're really nice here so far. I may be part of their show as an extra since they set me as an under study."
"It's hard to be in a new place." Kylie looked at him knowing he'd understand the words, and then out the door past him, forming a sign of blessing again, without sounding dismissive as she spoke.
"See you around. Blessed Be, Pete."
~*~*~
She sat, trying her damndest not to fume, only getting angrier as she waited. Taxi would have been fine. She wanted to slug Logan for sending Pete. No, she didn't. She wanted to slug-
WHERE in the hell had he been so long? Why hadn't he called to tell her something? Anything? Why was it only Romany who did?
Kitty looked down and placed a hand over her jacket over her stomach. Her future looked unclear in the direction she wanted it to be clear. Sure, she'd passed college classes and exams, trained and proceeded to save the world, and kept it's itty, cute, little, round, blue, marble ass from going away each and every day, but this- Well, THIS was a baby. You couldn't compare it to any of that.
A baby, Her baby, His baby. Like His and Hers towels. 'Funny. Almost.' her lips barely formed something between amusement and disgust, before she glanced in the rear view mirror at the three of them talking.
Of all the people! She had to know him?!?! Hadn't she done enough today already?
Kitty let out a mad and confused deep breath, through clenched teeth and tried to make her ultimately unwilling body relax. She leaned back against the passenger seat and closed her eyes, starting to count downward from five hundred.
~*~*~
Shutting the car door, he met Kitty's gaze, barely tanned cheek against the harshly threaded head cushion of the passenger seat silently, before she averted her brown eyes, annoyed and obviously hurt, down and then shifted to look out the window on the opposite side of her.
Bloody hell. Well, you deserved that, didn't you? You don't wait three days from getting to her to leave again for two weeks, and then you don't even tell her what's going on.
Was it his imagination or did she just mumble something about two hundred?
Pete reached into the back between the two seats and up a gift bag covered in little teddy bears, rainbow colors, and pink cord handles. He thrust it on her lap, causing her to look up again. It appeared like she was half glaring of "You-Think-*This*-Will-Fix-It" before she looked down at the bag.
Kitty untangled the handles from the knotted position as he started the car, deliberately not paying attention when he had trouble with the keys. Logan's jeep was his lady. You have to be gentle with a lady to get her to treat you right. Finally getting into the bag after moving tissue paper in pastel purple and pulling it out she got to a brown teddy bear holding a rose and a small white card.
Oh, Great. Perfect. A teddy bear and a rose -a felt rose, none the less- was supposed to make it better? Men.
She pulled the card out as looked up from the bag and out the front windshield as Pete was rolling the jeep. Thumbing the edge of the letter, and only looking at him barely with her peripheral vision she remarked quiet blandly.
"Turn right."
"W'ot?"
"I said turn right."
"The Mansion's left."
"I said turn right," Kitty said starting to get an annoyed sound creeping into her tone, as the car went no where in an open turn out to the street.
"Bloody-" Pete grumbled in the side of his mouth and turned the jeep right. "Where to?"
"A store."
"Care to be more specific, Pryde?"
"Not really." She shot back as she opened the envelope, and started pulling out the card trying not to glare at the beagle puppy on the front of it. "Computer store."
Kitty opened the card, first taking in the regimental card script in red, which had "Congratulations! It's a baby!". Then lower below in a quickly scrawled black ink, probably a felt tipped pen, were written the words:
Congrats on the baby. Sorry this isn't longer but the ugly git has to catch his plane and I'm making him take this to you. I know he deserves what's coming to him, but be a bit gentle, too. My evil little brother deserves that, too.
X and O's, Romany
To Be Continued..
Disclaimer: Main ones are Marvel characters, some will be mine, too, so don't sue because *looking around her room* I am just a happy, but poor comic book store worker. I don't have the money for those prosecuting and if i do *smirk* you can't have it because i need it for more comics.
Feedback: Very much welcome. This is still the work of my very first story the OTL, even though it's among many of mine now, so I'll welcome any kind of feedback good or bad, but flamers don't make me tie anyone down. I've over and done with that but I'm sure i can find something to stake you down with and some creatures to leave to play with you.
Adoration's, Praise and Acknowledgments: To Luba for dedication char wise and just for realizing yes, she can come tell me to write and produce more! But first and foremost, as always, to Winter Oak and Tangle Toy for pushing me to finish this piece, hint at the goings on of it, beg and prod me at points to get me going and writing. Love to you all, you're the BEST!
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Part VI: "Nice Try, Come Again Later"
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To see her was to see a magician make white birds out of colored paper. She was magic. She was beauty defined in skin, and colored in beige's and dark browns. Did she realize how beautiful she looked? Did she realize she had captivated the audience watching her? The breath from every chest?
No. She couldn't. She looks like she isn't even on this plain anymore.
She has gone beyond them all. Just watch her. The way she moves. She doesn't even know anyone's watching. I doubt she even cares. She's got me, and it's like I've never seen her a day in my life, but I can see her soul shining in those movements.
Dark, deadly, playful, then changing. She frolic's, she's in lust. Madness, there's anger, resentment, she's forgiving, she's teasing. She's fighting, she's wining. She's walking the edge of the dark and the light. Can they not see what she is doing right there in front of their eyes?
She's making love to the music, giving it her heart -- her everything -- and capturing mine.
~*~*~
Spin, turn left, up, cross arms. Left arm out, balance down, follow over with right arm, land soft. It's a pillow, not a wooden floor. Turn right, arc arm, follow through with your entire body.
You're not a tree, or blocks of cement, your body can m-o-v-e!
Lift to toes, run jump, switch leap, land soft, tumble down, push up. Spin out, fall back, land splits, turn side ways, curl up. Hands up, arc circle, full body circles in front, limp, loose, and graceful.
Your body is an instrument, play it. Go with it. Release all that's in your soul, and everything that's inhibiting you, weighing you to the ground, and making you solid. Flow. Fly. Dream.
BUT ABOVE ALL, remember Stevie's words: Be one with the music, and the dance.
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"You were marvelous! Stupendous!" Jennifer laughed as she tossed a towel at Kitty, who was breathing in a short rapid pattern as class ended. She was a thin, tall, Chinese girl, with long straight black hair and a flair for the extravagant in all her outfits and accessories she put together herself. For the first few times Kitty had seen her she'd had to restrain herself from grinning at the mental connection to Claudia Kishi in the Baby Sitter's Club books she read so many years ago when she was young.
"Took the little upstart down a notch, did you?" Tessa threw in, as she walked out of the bathroom door in normal clothes still towel drying her blonde hair, from a shower just obviously taken. She was an extremely beautiful, weirdly quiet, yet wild, socialite snob, who'd only taken an interest in Kitty once she'd gotten the main part in Swan Lake.
"She did! You should have seen her!" Amanda grinned as she was picking up her backpack and pulling out a set of car keys that jangled in her hand getting free. She had soft flowing brown hair that met the middle of her back, with bright blue eyes and a warm smile. "Showed that troupe girl we don't just let people take over on the day they show up, cause we've already got the best!"
Kitty blushed a little, finding herself liking the complements getting thrown her way for something she loved, but she wasn't sure she felt comfortable with the down talking of the girl, even if she didn't like the circumstances surrounding her. Some things were just unfair. She'd worked her butt off to get picked and placed in the show, to have someone slide in on a one dance show, made her feel a bit slighted, but she was doing her best to keep it anywhere from near full fledge annoyance. Give it a class or two, and they'd probably be friends or acquaintances atleast.
"See you guys in a few days. Toodles!" Amanda called leaving for the door and her two friends, Shea and Eric who were always came and waited for her, as Kitty patted off her face and neck avoiding a comment yet. She reached up to wave bye to all of them, as she'd gone out with that group a few times, and realized with her movement her limbs ached from the fury and frenzy she'd thrown into her steps when asked to perform.
"Yeah, later, Manda." Tessa called after her, before going back to her make up which was now spread out on her lap.
"Well, I'm glad you did. She needed taking down. Thinks she can fool everyone with that quiet, innocent act. Ha! I see right through her, I do! Thinks she can take the part of your understudy just because Madame Jezebel thinks she danced 'extraordinarily for a child of this modern age'."
Jennifer laughed at Tessa's mock accent of their teacher and her words, before nudging Kitty's arm, while she was still putting on her jacket without changing.
"Hey, I think that guy's watching you."
Kitty looked up a bit surprised, as she zipped the bottom of her brown leather jacket an inch over black dance pants and her stomach thinking on her stage of pregnancy only a moment, before scanning the area only right in front of her not moving yet. There was something to surprises like that. Had someone seen her dancing maybe?
A shiver of excitement ran up her spine as Tessa even looked up, and she straightened her jacket against the loose blue jeans she wore. "Who? Where?"
"Over by in the doorway, behind you. Smoking, brooding, got the whole 'Woe and Darkness Is Me' thing going." Tessa commented looking more intrigued in a person than Kitty had thought she could get. Kitty was turning already as she followed her first words up with a hushed whisper. "Really nummy looking. Wonder if he's got a date tonight, or for the next few months."
Her excitement leapt, dashed and leapt all in the same second as she landed eyes on the man in the doorway. Dark circles under the eyes, wrinkled clothes, expression like he couldn't care if the world was about to fall apart in front of his feet, fingertips curled in a strange tenderness around the cigarette in hand. Their eyes met, yet Kitty said nothing to anyone, even her thoughts seemed strangely silent.
Jennifer nudge her shoulder, holding out a small gym bag that was sparkly blue with a silver printing that read 'Dazzler World Tour '87" with stars around it in a darker blue, and whispered. "Know him?"
Kitty took the bag, slinging it over a shoulder, glancing at it a moment, before looking up at one of her closest dance friends nodding almost reluctantly. She wasn't sure if she was happier than she could imagine again, or infuriated beyond all holds of hell. The world definitely wasn't fair. Again.
"Yeah." She said, letting a very small sigh slide. "Looks like my time is up. Tuesday?"
Tessa nodded looking like she barely keeping herself from leaping on the subject. Little dancer, special schoolgirl, didn't seem so boring anymore it appeared. "Yeah, Tuesday. Don't be late this time. In fact, come early. I want details."
She let a hand fall over her duffel, resting on it and walked towards the door, watching him take a drag on the cigarette, and expel it slowly, watching her approach. She stopped a foot from him, and looked at him expectantly, but he didn't offer anything up. Shifting her weight on the sandals she slipped on her feet from dancing bare foot and clearing her throat, she said like she might have to any guest visiting.
"It's nice to see you again."
"Damnit, Pryde," he muttered his words at her differential ones, as they came quicker than he could stop them, and he watched her copper eyes narrow. He could tell she was angry already, and this wasn't even the tip. He straightened, tossing the cigarette on the top step and stepped on it.
"Logan said you'd need a ride home."
"A taxi would have been fi-"
"PETE??!!!!!" The voice was grabbled in thought for only 1.5 seconds, before some one ran head long into him, he stiffened in response about to throw the person on the ground but it had only taken another .5 seconds to realize he was being hugged. When the figure draped in a white unitard slim dancer costume stepped back he relinquished a startled expression to a degree.
"Kylie?!" Pete was shocked, but it was wearing off. His glance shifting back to Kitty who suddenly looked like she'd swallowed the world whole.
"I'll be in the car."
~*~*~
Kylie shifted uncomfortably taking a step back as the tall girl that she'd watched dancing, with the curly brown hair, walked out with a defiant air of confusion, annoyance, anger, hurt, even a touch of jealousy. Sometimes a gift could be a cruse.
"Small world," she commented briefly before nodding to the door. "That was the girl?"
Pete frowned, two seconds from cursing, but nodded, even more exhausted from his prior trip, and bewildered himself, knowing he should be going after her right at that second. He watched a man come and set his hands on Kylie's shoulders. He was tall, tanned just like her, except he seemed to be everything she wasn't. They looked like a matched set almost, standing there together, except in complete opposites.
He bore a black trench coat, but a normal outfit under it of black jeans and shirt. His hair was almost the exact same color of hers. He wore a pair of pure black glasses, that his eyes couldn't be see behind, and his jaw was tight, except he seemed to relax just by touching her. She, too, relaxed curling back into his hands, pulling them down into her own below her chin.
"Pete, this is Kyle. Kyle; Pete. We met on the plane."
He nodded to the man, and his expression -this Kyle- shifted from a silent expectance to slow caution, his hands tightening on hers before releasing. The man might as well have staked his territory or stuck a property tag. Bloody hell, it wasn't like he wanted a piece of her. He was only standing here...as his one good act for the millenium, while he knew he should be the car, and wanted to go but was hesitant.
Kylie didn't seem disturb she seemed to look suddenly like she was going to laugh, and a small smile darted across to and from the man lips, before she grinned at Pete when Kyle let go of her hands.
"I've transferred from my dance Troupe in California to here, while we're in the city. They're really nice here so far. I may be part of their show as an extra since they set me as an under study."
"It's hard to be in a new place." Kylie looked at him knowing he'd understand the words, and then out the door past him, forming a sign of blessing again, without sounding dismissive as she spoke.
"See you around. Blessed Be, Pete."
~*~*~
She sat, trying her damndest not to fume, only getting angrier as she waited. Taxi would have been fine. She wanted to slug Logan for sending Pete. No, she didn't. She wanted to slug-
WHERE in the hell had he been so long? Why hadn't he called to tell her something? Anything? Why was it only Romany who did?
Kitty looked down and placed a hand over her jacket over her stomach. Her future looked unclear in the direction she wanted it to be clear. Sure, she'd passed college classes and exams, trained and proceeded to save the world, and kept it's itty, cute, little, round, blue, marble ass from going away each and every day, but this- Well, THIS was a baby. You couldn't compare it to any of that.
A baby, Her baby, His baby. Like His and Hers towels. 'Funny. Almost.' her lips barely formed something between amusement and disgust, before she glanced in the rear view mirror at the three of them talking.
Of all the people! She had to know him?!?! Hadn't she done enough today already?
Kitty let out a mad and confused deep breath, through clenched teeth and tried to make her ultimately unwilling body relax. She leaned back against the passenger seat and closed her eyes, starting to count downward from five hundred.
~*~*~
Shutting the car door, he met Kitty's gaze, barely tanned cheek against the harshly threaded head cushion of the passenger seat silently, before she averted her brown eyes, annoyed and obviously hurt, down and then shifted to look out the window on the opposite side of her.
Bloody hell. Well, you deserved that, didn't you? You don't wait three days from getting to her to leave again for two weeks, and then you don't even tell her what's going on.
Was it his imagination or did she just mumble something about two hundred?
Pete reached into the back between the two seats and up a gift bag covered in little teddy bears, rainbow colors, and pink cord handles. He thrust it on her lap, causing her to look up again. It appeared like she was half glaring of "You-Think-*This*-Will-Fix-It" before she looked down at the bag.
Kitty untangled the handles from the knotted position as he started the car, deliberately not paying attention when he had trouble with the keys. Logan's jeep was his lady. You have to be gentle with a lady to get her to treat you right. Finally getting into the bag after moving tissue paper in pastel purple and pulling it out she got to a brown teddy bear holding a rose and a small white card.
Oh, Great. Perfect. A teddy bear and a rose -a felt rose, none the less- was supposed to make it better? Men.
She pulled the card out as looked up from the bag and out the front windshield as Pete was rolling the jeep. Thumbing the edge of the letter, and only looking at him barely with her peripheral vision she remarked quiet blandly.
"Turn right."
"W'ot?"
"I said turn right."
"The Mansion's left."
"I said turn right," Kitty said starting to get an annoyed sound creeping into her tone, as the car went no where in an open turn out to the street.
"Bloody-" Pete grumbled in the side of his mouth and turned the jeep right. "Where to?"
"A store."
"Care to be more specific, Pryde?"
"Not really." She shot back as she opened the envelope, and started pulling out the card trying not to glare at the beagle puppy on the front of it. "Computer store."
Kitty opened the card, first taking in the regimental card script in red, which had "Congratulations! It's a baby!". Then lower below in a quickly scrawled black ink, probably a felt tipped pen, were written the words:
Congrats on the baby. Sorry this isn't longer but the ugly git has to catch his plane and I'm making him take this to you. I know he deserves what's coming to him, but be a bit gentle, too. My evil little brother deserves that, too.
X and O's, Romany
To Be Continued..