Chapter Three
Silence was resumed as the car pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and began the journey back to the mansion. Remy's alien eyes were staring unseeingly out the window and Betsy was startled when he suddenly spoke in a soft voice. "Always hated de cold. Hate it more, now. Never warm no more. Snow and cold in Remy's bones now. Just glad Remy ain't on team with Bobby. All dat ice. Is wrong, Remy knows, but, when Bobby ice up, Remy just want to get 'way. Can't 'magine fightin' 'side 'im no more."
"I can understand that."
"You ain't got problem fightin' 'side anyone 'ere."
"Apparently I am better at hiding my feelings than I thought. I do not like to even be in the same room as Scott or Jean. Jean has accused me several times of trying to seduce Scott and he has never denied the charges. It is very difficult for me when Warren wants us to go out with them. However, they are two of his oldest and dearest friends so I do my best to remain civil around them."
"'Ow you manage dat?"
Betsy lips lifted into a sardonic smile. "I remain very, very silent and amuse myself with petty revenge fantasies."
Remy chuckled and, after a moment, Betsy joined in. She felt as if she had just been tested and she hoped she had passed. No more was said as Betsy pulled the car in close to the boathouse and helped Remy carry the bags inside. Afterwards, he walked her back to her car.
"Merci for dinner and de rest."
"Your welcome. Remember, if you want to talk, just call me."
"Jus' might. You better get goin' or Ange be comin' after dis Cajun's hide. 'Night."
"Good night, Remy, sleep well."
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Warren was waiting for her when she walked into the mansion. He did not look happy and Betsy sighed, knowing this was not going to end pleasantly. She tried to keep her tone light as she greeted him.
"Where have you been?"
"I went out to dinner." Betsy intentionally did not mention having company. If she had, Warren would want to know who it was and that would just lead to a fight if she refused to tell him. It would lead to an even bigger fight if told him she had been out with Remy.
Warren looked meaningfully at his watch. "It's rather late for dinner, isn't it?"
"It is a beautiful night in town. I took time to enjoy it."
"You could have called and let me know."
Betsy was becoming very tired of the conversation and sought to end it quickly. "Warren, when I left, you were closeted with Jean for counseling and did not wish to be disturbed. How was I to know when that ended?"
"You could have left a note!"
Her temples were beginning to ache. "You are obviously upset and tired. I am tired and becoming upset. This is only going to end in a pointless fight so I am going to bed. If you still wish to discuss this, we can do so in the morning when we are both rested. Good night." Betsy forced herself to retain outwardly calm as she climbed the stairs and closed her bedroom door firmly behind her. She would be sleeping alone tonight.
Silence was resumed as the car pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and began the journey back to the mansion. Remy's alien eyes were staring unseeingly out the window and Betsy was startled when he suddenly spoke in a soft voice. "Always hated de cold. Hate it more, now. Never warm no more. Snow and cold in Remy's bones now. Just glad Remy ain't on team with Bobby. All dat ice. Is wrong, Remy knows, but, when Bobby ice up, Remy just want to get 'way. Can't 'magine fightin' 'side 'im no more."
"I can understand that."
"You ain't got problem fightin' 'side anyone 'ere."
"Apparently I am better at hiding my feelings than I thought. I do not like to even be in the same room as Scott or Jean. Jean has accused me several times of trying to seduce Scott and he has never denied the charges. It is very difficult for me when Warren wants us to go out with them. However, they are two of his oldest and dearest friends so I do my best to remain civil around them."
"'Ow you manage dat?"
Betsy lips lifted into a sardonic smile. "I remain very, very silent and amuse myself with petty revenge fantasies."
Remy chuckled and, after a moment, Betsy joined in. She felt as if she had just been tested and she hoped she had passed. No more was said as Betsy pulled the car in close to the boathouse and helped Remy carry the bags inside. Afterwards, he walked her back to her car.
"Merci for dinner and de rest."
"Your welcome. Remember, if you want to talk, just call me."
"Jus' might. You better get goin' or Ange be comin' after dis Cajun's hide. 'Night."
"Good night, Remy, sleep well."
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Warren was waiting for her when she walked into the mansion. He did not look happy and Betsy sighed, knowing this was not going to end pleasantly. She tried to keep her tone light as she greeted him.
"Where have you been?"
"I went out to dinner." Betsy intentionally did not mention having company. If she had, Warren would want to know who it was and that would just lead to a fight if she refused to tell him. It would lead to an even bigger fight if told him she had been out with Remy.
Warren looked meaningfully at his watch. "It's rather late for dinner, isn't it?"
"It is a beautiful night in town. I took time to enjoy it."
"You could have called and let me know."
Betsy was becoming very tired of the conversation and sought to end it quickly. "Warren, when I left, you were closeted with Jean for counseling and did not wish to be disturbed. How was I to know when that ended?"
"You could have left a note!"
Her temples were beginning to ache. "You are obviously upset and tired. I am tired and becoming upset. This is only going to end in a pointless fight so I am going to bed. If you still wish to discuss this, we can do so in the morning when we are both rested. Good night." Betsy forced herself to retain outwardly calm as she climbed the stairs and closed her bedroom door firmly behind her. She would be sleeping alone tonight.