Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but the plot, Mary Jo.
Sarah came home that night, exhausted. The only consolation she had was knowing that she would be able to spend some time with her oldest friend in the world, Mary Jo. It had been so long since they had seen one another that Sarah wondered weather anything would be the same apart from her accent.
As she entered the living room, Mary Jo came down the stairs, two at a time. She seemed really hyper.
"Well howdy, partner." She came over to Sarah and gave her a big hug. "How was the rest of your day after I left you at lunch time?"
"Not as good as I would have liked it to be," replied Sarah with a heavy sigh. She walked into the dining room and set her purse down on the table. "What smells so good?" Sarah was greeted by a surprising scent. "It smells wonderful."
"Oh, it's nothing special," smiled Mary Jo. "Just a little something special that I have cooked up for you especially." Mary Jo now sat next to Sarah at the dining table. "Just my famous lasagna with mashed potatoes and gravy with your choice of corn or green beans."
"Wow," smiled Sarah, very shocked and pleased. "You didn't have to do that."
"Well, I wanted to," smiled Mary Jo. An all too familiar smile came across her face.
"Oh no," frowned Sarah. "You want something, I can feel it. What is it? Come on, let it out."
"Well, now that you mentioned it," Mary Jo whispered, "there is something that I would like to know. Honey, now you know we're best friends, right?"
"Of coarse," replied Sarah, feeling slightly perturbed at Mary Jo's way of trying to drag out the situation.
"And you admit that we should tell each other every little thing that happens in our lives, right?"
"If you say so," said Sarah, her heart now pounding in her throat.
"Well, I was upstairs, in your guest bedroom. I was just putting my clothes away when I saw a barn owl outside your door. A snow white one." Sarah's mind started to race. What was he doing here? Why was he looking in on her friend? "And, at first I thought it was an ordinary barn owl. But then, it kept staring at me. Then, another owl, a jet black one, this time, came and perched on the branch next to it. I close my eyes, opened them, and they were gone again. I thought that was odd, but then what had happened next was even more peculiar. I turned to my bed to see this on my pillow." She showed Sarah a crystal ball. Sarah took it in her hands, turning it over in her hands. At first, she was scared. Then, she was filled with rage. How could he do this? How could he come when she was not home? Then, she felt slightly relieved. She did, after all, wish to speak with him and to say how sorry she was. After all, she was young and stupid when he had offered her the world. Now, she longed for it so much. She realized now how little she had here in this world and so much in the underground. "Honey?" Mary Jo's voice cut Sarah's thoughts short. "Is there something that you want to tell me?" An hour later, they sat down to dinner, in complete silence. "Well," said Mary Jo. "That is certainly different than I had expected it to be." They sat in complete silence until they said good night. Though, for Sarah, it was not a good night at all.
Sarah came home that night, exhausted. The only consolation she had was knowing that she would be able to spend some time with her oldest friend in the world, Mary Jo. It had been so long since they had seen one another that Sarah wondered weather anything would be the same apart from her accent.
As she entered the living room, Mary Jo came down the stairs, two at a time. She seemed really hyper.
"Well howdy, partner." She came over to Sarah and gave her a big hug. "How was the rest of your day after I left you at lunch time?"
"Not as good as I would have liked it to be," replied Sarah with a heavy sigh. She walked into the dining room and set her purse down on the table. "What smells so good?" Sarah was greeted by a surprising scent. "It smells wonderful."
"Oh, it's nothing special," smiled Mary Jo. "Just a little something special that I have cooked up for you especially." Mary Jo now sat next to Sarah at the dining table. "Just my famous lasagna with mashed potatoes and gravy with your choice of corn or green beans."
"Wow," smiled Sarah, very shocked and pleased. "You didn't have to do that."
"Well, I wanted to," smiled Mary Jo. An all too familiar smile came across her face.
"Oh no," frowned Sarah. "You want something, I can feel it. What is it? Come on, let it out."
"Well, now that you mentioned it," Mary Jo whispered, "there is something that I would like to know. Honey, now you know we're best friends, right?"
"Of coarse," replied Sarah, feeling slightly perturbed at Mary Jo's way of trying to drag out the situation.
"And you admit that we should tell each other every little thing that happens in our lives, right?"
"If you say so," said Sarah, her heart now pounding in her throat.
"Well, I was upstairs, in your guest bedroom. I was just putting my clothes away when I saw a barn owl outside your door. A snow white one." Sarah's mind started to race. What was he doing here? Why was he looking in on her friend? "And, at first I thought it was an ordinary barn owl. But then, it kept staring at me. Then, another owl, a jet black one, this time, came and perched on the branch next to it. I close my eyes, opened them, and they were gone again. I thought that was odd, but then what had happened next was even more peculiar. I turned to my bed to see this on my pillow." She showed Sarah a crystal ball. Sarah took it in her hands, turning it over in her hands. At first, she was scared. Then, she was filled with rage. How could he do this? How could he come when she was not home? Then, she felt slightly relieved. She did, after all, wish to speak with him and to say how sorry she was. After all, she was young and stupid when he had offered her the world. Now, she longed for it so much. She realized now how little she had here in this world and so much in the underground. "Honey?" Mary Jo's voice cut Sarah's thoughts short. "Is there something that you want to tell me?" An hour later, they sat down to dinner, in complete silence. "Well," said Mary Jo. "That is certainly different than I had expected it to be." They sat in complete silence until they said good night. Though, for Sarah, it was not a good night at all.
