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Chapter: Something or other.

The Next Year Bar One Month or Something, In Conversation

NOVEMBER:

"Sparrow, you have to go. You're going to miss your train," said Charlie breaking away from the kiss.

"Would that necessarily be a bad thing?"

"Yes, because then you'll be late, get fired from your job--"

"Charlie, I own the magazine. No one can fire me."

"It'll look unprofessional."

"Cause you know, I did before."

"Oh yah," and the two started up again. Charlie broke away a few minutes later.

"Seriously you have to go."

"Fine." And with that Sparrow gave one last kiss and jumped on her train.

DECEMBER:

"I thought she would have stopped by the seventh verse."

"Well, I suppose that's how she's stayed alive this long. She exercises those lungs well." Sparrow chuckled quietly at Charlie's comment while continuing to watch the stage with a slightly glazed expression on her face.

"I never would have thought someone could come up with so many rhymes for eggplants."

"I know. It'd almost be inspiring, but you know its eggplants."

"What did eggplants ever do to you?" asked Charlie while still keeping his eyes on the old lady on the stage. He was only staying awake because he was counting the poka dots on her dress and playing with Sparrow's fingers.

"Nothing, really. It's just that there isn't much to say about them. They're purple and don't taste all that good."

"Well, obvious Mrs. Knight thinks otherwise," stated Charlie.

"Obviously."

"Eggplants are something good to eat! They do not rot your teeth!" Mrs. Knight continued, so enthralled with her poem she didn't notice the glazed look the audience was giving her.

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JANUARY:

"I thought you said AIDA was suppose to be a light hearted play?"

"I thought it was." Charlie stopped walking and looked at his girlfriend. "What?" asked Sparrow.

"How does a race being enslaved purely for greed, were nobody can be who they want, not even the damn royalty and they all must sing about it. A Romeo and Juliet theme, with the two central characters, who don't just buy it quickly and relatively painlessly, but get locked in a TOMB, to die a slow and horrible death, in the dark, be a happy play?"

"It was romantic!" said Sparrow as walked over to Charlie and kissed his outraged mouth.

"I'll be sure to tell you that, if we get locked in a tomb together."

"I think there is relatively a small chance of that there Charlie."

"With you my dear, anything is possible."

"True, but somehow I feel I would work it so you'd be in there by yourself. That or I'd kill you quick and use your dead corpse to pry the lid off."

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FEBUARY:

Sparrow are you sure you're reading that manual right?" Charlie asked while looking up from the scattered, as of yet to be assembled barbecue.

"Course I am. How else could I read it?"

"Wrongly."

"Wrongly. What a horrible word, you shouldn't say it again, it really doesn't suit you."

"Not this again," said Charlie in exasperation.

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MARCH:

"Sparrow?"

"Yes, kid?"

"Why do you call me kid all the time?" asked Mac while taking a huge bite out of her ice cream sandwich.

"Because of my family," answered Sparrow licking up the peppermint ice cream dripping down the side of her cone. Mac and Sparrow were enjoying a girl's day out.

"You blame a lot of things on your family."

"Yes, and with right. Kid."

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APRIL:

"What spirit serves food on a plane? An airline ghostess!"

"So this is hell. It's worse then I thought it would be," Sparrow continued reading from her ghost joke book, (which in it's self was a joke) oblivious to what her boyfriend had said.

"Here's one for you Mac. What do little ghosts like to play with instead of Frisbees? Boo-merangs!" answered Sparrow with glee before Mac could venture a guess.

"Dad are we close to getting there?" asked Mac desperately.

"Not even close kid. We're only just leaving the 10th level of hell."

"If I repent, can I leave? I repent! I repent!" cried Charlie's daughter desperately.

"Don't forget to mention me."

"Do it yourself!"

"Oh this is a great one!" cried Sparrow ignoring the groans from the other members of the car.

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MAY:

"Dad, are we suppose to be in Baldour's Point?"

"No."

"Then why are we?"

"Cause Sparrow misread something."

"Oh."

"Indeed."

One more hour

"We've arrived!"

"Have we?" asked Mac happily. She liked Sparrow, she really did, but at the moment she wanted to kill her.

"Yep, right back where we were suppose to have been, right before we took that wrong turn. Both Mac and Sparrow hit him alongside the head for that one.

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JUNE:

"No."

"Why not?"

"You'll lose it."

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I won't!"

"YES, you will."

"No--"

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JULY:

"Interesting picture there."

"It's a portrait of you."

"Funny, I don't recall having horns." Charlie smiled up at the waitress as she left the check.

"Well, I used some artistic licensing on my part to make you look better. I always did love a man with horns. A point my Mother found quite exasperating to fulfill, when setting me up." Sparrow looked up from her drawing and was going to wink at Charlie, but she caught sight of the mints. All was forgotten. In one fluid movement she dumped the two little mints into her purse and began looking over the bill.

"No, that's okay, I didn't want one."

"Huh?" was Sparrow's intelligent answer.

"A mint," said Charlie.

"Oh, sorry. I'm use to people letting me take them without question. Would you like it back?" Sparrow looked pained when she asked this.

"No, that's fine." Sparrow beamed the biggest smile he'd ever seen on a human being, back at him. What's with you and mints anyway?" he asked.

"Mints are to me, what nicotine is to smokers. I blame it on my family."

"But of course." There was a comfortable silence between the two. "Does this mean 10 years down the line, you're going to be blaming everything on me and Mac?" Sparrow just looked at him. "What?"

"Nothing," she said, "ready to go?"

AUGUST

"Oh come on coach, you can't possibly be serious! Do you even know what you're doing?" Charlie looked up from his clipboard and glared at his girlfriend.

SEPTEMBER:

"Hello, Mac isn't it?"

"Yes." The girl looked at the woman curiously. "Who are you?" Sparrow snorted quietly at the bluntness of the question and the tone used.

"I'm Maggie Mecc, Debbie's Mother!" Mac involuntarily cringed when hearing that name. None the less she managed a, "Oh! Nice to meet you." Which went unheeded when Mrs. Mecc laid her eyes on Sparrow, who was helping Mac shop for new shoes.

"Mrs. Thomas! I don't think we've had the pleasure in meeting! I'm Maggie."

"Sparrow, but actually--"

"What a weird name!"

"Thanks, but actually--"

"I envy you both that red hair! Does that come from Charlie's side or yours?" asked Debbie looking at Sparrow.

"Neither actually, I'm not Mac's mother."

"Oh you're her stepmother? Well isn't that nice. Anyway, you and Mac should come by sometime! We'll have a nice long chat!" said Mrs. Mecc so quickly no one would have any hope of interrupting her. Then just as quickly as she spoke, she was gone. Mac and Sparrow were left to look at each other bewildered. Though neither mentioned it, there was now a bit of awkwardness hanging between the two.

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OCTOBER:

"So, how are things going with your father?" asked Flo, Mac's grandmother on her Mother's side.

"Good. Dad's been real happy. He's been seeing Sparrow for a while now."

"That's good." Flo seemed a bit sad when she said that, but then she shook her head a bit and smiled at her Granddaughter.

"Sparrow, that's a different name isn't it?" asked Bob, Mac's Grandfather.

"Yah. Her brother and sister are all named after birds too. Jay, Raven, Lark, Robin, Crane, Oriole-she's the only other girl- Kea and Sparrow.

"The poor Mother," said Flo while buttering a roll.

"Not really. They're all scared of her. It's quite funny actually," Mac said.

" I see."

"Yup. They're really nice though. Jay--Sparrow's oldest brother, e-mails me all the time. He's really funny. He tells me stories about Sparrow, that he says I can use as blackmail against her."

"Mac!" cried Flo.

"I don't actually do it! I like Sparrow." The two grandparents looked at each other in amazement. Mac was known for torturing her father's dates if she didn't like them and she didn't like many, none in fact.

End of whatever chapter this is.

I just wanted to give some info on Sparrow's family. It may be helpful or not. I don't know. Skim through it if you want.

Sparrow's Family from oldest to youngest

Gwen O'Connelly- Mother of Sparrow, had 8 kids in all. Rules her clan with an iron fist. Very nosy and can be very pushy. Also very scattered brained.

Harry O'Connelly- Father of Sparrow and deceased. Very Eccentric. Was a photographer and writer, who really liked to travel. As a hobby, he was a bird watcher. Was gentle natured.

Jay O'Connelly- Eldest son and child, married to Jane with two kids. A lawyer that likes to write romance novels, he hasn't sold one yet. Is close to Sparrow.

Raven O'Connelly- second oldest son and child, married to Lily, a wedding singer. Likes crosswords, has one son named Phil. Can be very intimidating. Lawyer

Lark O'Connelly- married to Diana. Has one child named William. Lark's a lawyer, arrogant and can be annoying. Sparrow lives to torment him.

Robin O'Connelly- married with a daughter named Jessica and a son named Mark. A bit of a nerd. Really likes Star Trek and Star Wars. Also a Lawyer.

Crane O'Connelly- married to someone. Has a son named Conrad and a daughter named Sally. Obsessed with Dr. Seuss. Another Lawyer and gentle natured. Eccentric and a lot like his father.

Oriole O'Connelly-Mullins- Married. Has three kids. Runs a coffee shop in New York with husband called "The Bird's Birch." Sparrow's only other sister. A lot like her Mother.

Kea O'Connelly- Married to Maria. No children yet. He's a carpenter that works for a construction company. Very close to Sparrow. Practical, a characteristic not normally associated with O'Connelly clan.

Sparrow O'Connelly- 29 years old. Can be absent minded like her mother. Not married much to her mother's displeasure. Photographer and Owner of magazine she started with Mary Anne and Kristy, which makes her quite rich. She's as addicted to mints as smokers are to Nicotine.

Just some info for the heck of it.