Chapter 4 Talk
Jame Crabb DesertRose December 12, 2002
Well, I knew that I would soon find out what would happen, whether I wanted to or not. I let Jarod lead the way into the restaurant. I paused on the threshold, taking stock of the possible emergency exits. Just because I trusted this man didn't mean that I was going to let my guard down. To my relief, the place was nothing like my master's smoky strippers bar. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was more like an Applebee's, only on a local scale. On my request, the smiling waiter at the door led us to a small made-for-two booth, all the way in the back, tucked into a corner, with only a small lamp hanging over the table to show that it was there. When the waiter asked if we would like anything to drink, Jarod asked for a Coke. I made a face when I asked for a root beer. "Coke is too strong for me," I told him, sliding into the booth bench. He just shrugged. For a minute or two, we didn't speak. Finally, I took out a quarter and said, Tails. Jarod flipped the coin, and it was heads. There was a pause as the waiter gave us our drinks, and took our order of two bacon cheeseburgers, with lots of fries. Then, Jarod spoke up. He told me of his life, or lack of it, at the Centre, how he had escaped, when he had learned that he could read people's thoughts, and how he had gotten training, and all that he had learned in his three years of running. I was quiet throughout the whole thing, even when our food came, and I dug in, I was quiet. Soon enough, he was done. I just looked at him, wondering, I know that people can be evil, I've seen it myself, felt it myself, but still. A whole family, at least two generations of secrets and lies and betrayals. And I thought my family was screwed up. "All right," I said. "My turn."
So, did you like it? Working on the next chapter right now! BTW, I love reviews!
Jame Crabb DesertRose December 12, 2002
Well, I knew that I would soon find out what would happen, whether I wanted to or not. I let Jarod lead the way into the restaurant. I paused on the threshold, taking stock of the possible emergency exits. Just because I trusted this man didn't mean that I was going to let my guard down. To my relief, the place was nothing like my master's smoky strippers bar. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was more like an Applebee's, only on a local scale. On my request, the smiling waiter at the door led us to a small made-for-two booth, all the way in the back, tucked into a corner, with only a small lamp hanging over the table to show that it was there. When the waiter asked if we would like anything to drink, Jarod asked for a Coke. I made a face when I asked for a root beer. "Coke is too strong for me," I told him, sliding into the booth bench. He just shrugged. For a minute or two, we didn't speak. Finally, I took out a quarter and said, Tails. Jarod flipped the coin, and it was heads. There was a pause as the waiter gave us our drinks, and took our order of two bacon cheeseburgers, with lots of fries. Then, Jarod spoke up. He told me of his life, or lack of it, at the Centre, how he had escaped, when he had learned that he could read people's thoughts, and how he had gotten training, and all that he had learned in his three years of running. I was quiet throughout the whole thing, even when our food came, and I dug in, I was quiet. Soon enough, he was done. I just looked at him, wondering, I know that people can be evil, I've seen it myself, felt it myself, but still. A whole family, at least two generations of secrets and lies and betrayals. And I thought my family was screwed up. "All right," I said. "My turn."
So, did you like it? Working on the next chapter right now! BTW, I love reviews!