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Golden Eyes Don't Lie
Chapter2- Meeting Tara
Walking through the door and onto the porch. I see someone. A girl, crying her eyes out. At first, I went with my first instinct to just shrug and walk past her, to not even acknowledge her. But I left that Idea a while ago. He wasn't ruling me anymore. How could the dead rule the living? Except by hauntings perhaps. But I never believed in that crazy sort. The best thing to do was probably sit next to her, and if she notices, figure out a way to comfort her. I could see a river of tears flowing down the steps onto the dusty, sandy desert street. So I sat down. It didn't take long for her to look up from her tear stained hands and see me. I thought it safe to say hi. So I did.
"Hi. I'm not going to ask 'are you okay' since obviously you are not. It'd be pointless. My name's Legato Blusummers." She pulled herself together long enough to make a decent introduction, with a few sniffs of course.
"Tara Longbow. And, thanks for not asking a stupid question like that. You know, you're really smart." "Yeah, well. I've leaned a few things on what my friends liked to call: 'what not to say to a woman crying her eyes out."
She laughed a bit. And I guess she was tired from all her crying because she leaned on my shoulder. I glanced down at her in surprise. And she told me everything.
"It's my father. He doesn't realize I want to spend all my days working in that bar. I love him, I really do, but.but I'm not going to be a cocktail waitress all my life."
"Meow. Meow. Merrowww. Merr."
"Shut up! Stupid cat!" The cat hears me well, and runs away. "He always manages to show up in the weirdest places. His name is Mr. Black Cat."
I look back down, Tara looks into my eyes and she does the obvious.
"Your eyes. They're.yellow. No! Gold!" She does something I didn't expect. She pushes forward, slams me onto the ground and pries open my eyelid.
"Those have to be some kind of colored contacts. Eyes just aren't naturally gold like that! Oh, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine, but try not to do that again."
"Okay! Wow! I feel better! Are you some kind of miracle worker or something?"
"Um, no."
"Oh. Well, okay then. Take me home."
"I would, but I don't know where you live."
"I'll tell you as you go. Um, I can't um.walk." And she had a cute 'innocent' smile on her face. I looked at her in great disbelief, but I gave in and picked her up.
"Turn left. Strait until you get to the next corner and turn left again, then right. 512 is my house."
"Easy directions."
"Yeah. I like easy. You can come in if you want. You don't have to stand at the door."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah it's okay. Give your coat to Miss Hanna, Our maid." I walked into the foyer and turned to one corner to see a small woman in uniform come to get my coat. Farther up the corridor, I could see marble floors and marble walls. There was a spiraling unbreakable glass staircase. Red Silk curtains hung on ceiling-to-floor length widows, multicolored silk rugs with gigantic pictures of peacocks, Phoenixes and hundreds of other creatures were sewed into the rugs. Porcelain vases of all sizes were placed on the floor, tables and a few hung on the walls. Crystal Chandeliers hung from the high Ceilings and the fireplace in the living room also went from the floor to the ceiling. It was marble too. Roman pillars held up the mantle. A fire was lit added an extra tough to the mood of the room. Large bronze, marble, glass, and pure gold, nothing fake about it, figurines.
"It's Legato right? This is my little brother that's supposed to be asleep right now. Say hey Jim."
"Hey!" He had a near toothless smile. A big smile for a small boy.
Golden Eyes Don't Lie
Chapter2- Meeting Tara
Walking through the door and onto the porch. I see someone. A girl, crying her eyes out. At first, I went with my first instinct to just shrug and walk past her, to not even acknowledge her. But I left that Idea a while ago. He wasn't ruling me anymore. How could the dead rule the living? Except by hauntings perhaps. But I never believed in that crazy sort. The best thing to do was probably sit next to her, and if she notices, figure out a way to comfort her. I could see a river of tears flowing down the steps onto the dusty, sandy desert street. So I sat down. It didn't take long for her to look up from her tear stained hands and see me. I thought it safe to say hi. So I did.
"Hi. I'm not going to ask 'are you okay' since obviously you are not. It'd be pointless. My name's Legato Blusummers." She pulled herself together long enough to make a decent introduction, with a few sniffs of course.
"Tara Longbow. And, thanks for not asking a stupid question like that. You know, you're really smart." "Yeah, well. I've leaned a few things on what my friends liked to call: 'what not to say to a woman crying her eyes out."
She laughed a bit. And I guess she was tired from all her crying because she leaned on my shoulder. I glanced down at her in surprise. And she told me everything.
"It's my father. He doesn't realize I want to spend all my days working in that bar. I love him, I really do, but.but I'm not going to be a cocktail waitress all my life."
"Meow. Meow. Merrowww. Merr."
"Shut up! Stupid cat!" The cat hears me well, and runs away. "He always manages to show up in the weirdest places. His name is Mr. Black Cat."
I look back down, Tara looks into my eyes and she does the obvious.
"Your eyes. They're.yellow. No! Gold!" She does something I didn't expect. She pushes forward, slams me onto the ground and pries open my eyelid.
"Those have to be some kind of colored contacts. Eyes just aren't naturally gold like that! Oh, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine, but try not to do that again."
"Okay! Wow! I feel better! Are you some kind of miracle worker or something?"
"Um, no."
"Oh. Well, okay then. Take me home."
"I would, but I don't know where you live."
"I'll tell you as you go. Um, I can't um.walk." And she had a cute 'innocent' smile on her face. I looked at her in great disbelief, but I gave in and picked her up.
"Turn left. Strait until you get to the next corner and turn left again, then right. 512 is my house."
"Easy directions."
"Yeah. I like easy. You can come in if you want. You don't have to stand at the door."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah it's okay. Give your coat to Miss Hanna, Our maid." I walked into the foyer and turned to one corner to see a small woman in uniform come to get my coat. Farther up the corridor, I could see marble floors and marble walls. There was a spiraling unbreakable glass staircase. Red Silk curtains hung on ceiling-to-floor length widows, multicolored silk rugs with gigantic pictures of peacocks, Phoenixes and hundreds of other creatures were sewed into the rugs. Porcelain vases of all sizes were placed on the floor, tables and a few hung on the walls. Crystal Chandeliers hung from the high Ceilings and the fireplace in the living room also went from the floor to the ceiling. It was marble too. Roman pillars held up the mantle. A fire was lit added an extra tough to the mood of the room. Large bronze, marble, glass, and pure gold, nothing fake about it, figurines.
"It's Legato right? This is my little brother that's supposed to be asleep right now. Say hey Jim."
"Hey!" He had a near toothless smile. A big smile for a small boy.
