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Whoa!!! Sorry it's been so long. Everything just got so crazy and the time just seemed to slip through my fingers. Before I knew it the days were gone. Grrrrrr stupid papers and tests. But I managed to pass economics. :) I'm so happy. Grrrr I have to take another semester of it. Nooooooooo!!! Hopefully you will not have to wait long for the rest of the story. But anyway yall probably want me to shut up so you can read.
Review response:
Kitala: As always thanks for R & R. I'm glad you liked the chapter. I was very proud of it.
Lee: Ha ha that equation is great.
Lady Night Wind: Don't worry I won't let him off the hook. :-P
Cyberkat: Yay new reviewer! Glad you like the story. I have to be the worst speller in the world and I never understood comas. I will try and work on it.
The Color of Night
Chapter eight: To Martha's house we go.
Milly had fallen asleep in D's lap. D looked down at the child. Her tear stained face looked so peaceful in sleep. D carefully and quietly got up and carried Milly into her room and put her on her bed. He pulled the covers over her limp form. He gently brushed a lock of dark hair behind her pointed ear.
"Damphire," the word was a mere breath on the wind. D walked back to his own room and closed the door behind him. Sitting on the bed he leaned against the headboard and stared out the window. His hand went unconsciously to the pendant. Outside he could see the townsfolk bustling about their daily business. All of them blissfully unaware of their ignorance and the damage they could do to a small child.
"D." the symbiot's voice broke the silence.
"She's so young. She doesn't deserve this."
"Who does?"
D closed his eyes and let the heat of the sun lull him to sleep. He woke around 4:30 in the afternoon to the sound of Clarra trying to convince Milly to wear something that the child obviously didn't want to.
"But Momma I look dumb in that dress. Why can't I wear the green one?"
"Milly you wore that dress yesterday."
"But it's my favorite."
"Milly."
"Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeee."
"You can't wear it, it's not clean. How about we find another one?"
"But Mom."
D was glad that everything seemed back to normal. Well as normal as things can get in the situation. Now if only he could come up with an excuse to miss dinner. As if knowing what he was thinking Clarra knocked on the door.
"D are you awake?"
"Yes." D opened the door and found Clarra holding onto an, not so successful, escaping Milly.
"We leave for Martha's in twenty minutes. You're the guest of honor so no getting out of it. Time to be social I guess." D suppressed a groan and damned himself for ever saying anything about putting up with all this sociability. He gave Clarra a nod.
"See Momma Mr. D doesn't want to go either."
"But you don't see him complaining now do you?"
"Well he doesn't have to wear an ugly pink dress."
"Ugg. Milly. Fine what about blue. D's vest has blue in it you will match." Milly thought about it for a minute looking at D.
"Ok blue."
"Thank you now go get ready. Whew Milly can really be a handful sometimes. Now D don't forget twenty minutes."
Clarra went off to finish getting ready as D closed the door. D rummaged in his stuff and found a brush to run through his hair. After straightening his shirt and vest he put his boots back on.
"Sooo, no chance of us getting out of here?"
"No"
"Well the least you could do is make the best of it. I mean that Linda girl looks pretty appetizing and from the looks she's been given you I don't think she'd mind."
"Quiet."
"Just a suggestion to make the evening more enjoyable and. he he. tasty."
"I swear I will slice you off."
"Ok.ok don't bite my head off.especially when there are such other appetizing things to bite. HAHAHAHAHA!!
As D walked downstairs he repositioned the bones in his left hand thankful for his quick healing. After flexing his fingers a few times and hushing the symbiot's grumbles, D joined Clarra and Milly by the door.
"Ah there you are D. Did you here a strange thump a few minutes ago? No. hmm I hope we don't have rats in the attic again. Oh well I will check on that later. Are we all ready to go? Yes. good. Let's get going now. Oh and D don't worry about Martha she.um.means well."
With that they left the house and walked next door to Martha's home. On the outside the house looked similar to Clarra's only less worn. It was a white two story building with blue shudders. Light blue curtains hung inside the windows. Up three steps there was a spacious porch. Several white rocking chairs and a bench adorned the landing. To the left of the door a bay window gave view into the kitchen where Martha could be seen fussing over a stove. Clarra walked up to the door with D and Milly following. After knocking on the door Martha appeared to let them in.
"Hello come on in your just in time. Dinner is ready and waiting. Yall just head on into the dinning room. I will be right in. Linda come on down company's here."
"Coming mother!"
"Thank you for inviting us Martha."
"Think nothing of it Clarra. It is always a pleasure to have you over, and your family of course," Martha gave D a little wink before going back to the stove.
"Good evening Ms. Clarra, Milly, . Mr. D," Linda turned distinctively pinker upon seeing D. Clarra and Milly greeted Linda and D inclined his head in silent acknowledgement.
"Yall sit yourselves down ther' and I will get everything on the table. Linda dear fetch the drinks. Milly why don't you and Clarra sit on this side and D you come sit over here." When everyone had been seated at the rectangular table D found himself sitting beside Linda. His chair seemed to be strategically offset toward Linda as well. Martha uncovered the plates to reveal a pasta dish of some sort.
"Yall dig in," both D and Milly hesitated, "Don't worry there Milly I remembered about your allergy to garlic. I didn't use any in the pasta. I added a little more oregano and red pepper and it turned out fine." D breathed a sigh of relief as he picked up his fork.
"Thank you for remembering Ms. Martha," said Milly as she and Clarra both looked at D.
"Relax D. You look stiff as a board. You don't have to worry 'bout manners here," piped Martha.
"It's habit."
"Habit hmm. Your mother must have been a stickler for posture too. My mother used to make me walk around with books on my head. She was convinced that a lady couldn't catch a man with out good posture. Course I didn't pay much heed and caught a fine husband at that. Bless his soul. Now I don't do anything so ridiculous with Linda and I think she turned out fine don't you D." D glanced over at Linda to find her beat red swirling pasta around her fork.
"Martha how have you been since yesterday?" I hope you weren't too traumatized." Clarra's comment diverted Martha's attention from D and what ever plan she was cooking up.
"Oh my yes, that was the most horrific experience of my life. I never though anything like that would happen here. One minute I was conducting business as usual and then the next BOOM! The bank just seemed to explode and all those men shouting. They were so rude you know. Making deceit ladies get on the floor you know. Why practically ruined my dress in all that dirt. Not to mention my poor Linda being held hostage. I was out of my mind with worry and those hooligans just kept on shouting. Ooooo just a ghastly experience. Wasn't it Linda?"
"Yes quite awful." Linda stole a glance at D smiled shyly then looked back down at her plate.
"My Linda is much too modest, though modesty is a good quality in a woman. She handled the situation quite well I thought. She has a good head on her shoulders. Wouldn't you agree D? Oh it was such a good thing you were around. I fear what would have happened to my poor girl if you had not been there. You were truly magnificent. Didn't you think so Linda?"
"Yes very brave." Linda continued to blush as she pecked at her food.
"Quite. The mayor is right in throwing that banquet for you tomorrow. I suspect there will be dancing. Do you dance D?"
"A little."
"Well then you can dance with Linda. She has gotten pretty good these last few years. And I bet you are an excellent dancer being so lean and tall. Not to mention nimble. Why those moves you pulled against those thieves were so graceful. Yes, I bet you're quite the good dancer. Don't you think he would be a good dancer Linda?"
"Yes," Linda barely whispered her answer. D looked at Clarra. His face was unreadable as ever, but Clarra was pretty sure was going through his mind.
"Martha?"
"Hmm. yes?"
"I. err. how do you make this wonderful sauce. I just can't ever figure out how to make a good pasta sauce without garlic." Clarra smiled as Martha got flustered over the compliment. If there was one thing that Martha liked better than playing match maker it was telling other people what they should be doing.
"Well you see Clarra you have to account for the lack of flavor and add more spice to make up for it. Otherwise your sauce with be bland. I suspect that has been your problem."
Martha continued to rabble on about the finer points in sauce making. D almost visibly seemed to relax at the lack of attention. D looked over to see that Linda had defiantly loosened up. Her face was no longer the color of the sauce in question. D felt a little sorry for the girl. She seemed to be very soft spoken and, well, her mother defiantly was trying to over compensate for it.
As dinner ended Martha's attention seemed to drift back to D and Linda. D felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, as the infernal woman started eyeing him with a strange gleam in her eye. He tensed, preparing for the inevitable strike.
"Well, why don't we get things cleaned up then go into the sitting room. D you go ahead and find a seat this is women's work. Linda why don't you be a good hostess and keep him company." Clarra gave D an apologetic look as he headed out of the kitchen.
"Martha," Clarra started, "I don't thi."
"Oh Clarra wouldn't they make a cute couple?"
"Well."
"Oh and just think what the children would look like. Ooooo with his eyes, bone structure and hair texture and her coloring, you just can't go wrong. I do love a good matchmaking."
"Yes well Martha I."
"I hope Linda's shyness doesn't drive him off, but then again he is such a quite man himself. They are just perfect. I hope he takes a liking to Linda before the mayor's flimsy daughter gets around him. I just know Mr. Borgish will try something tomorrow, but I don't think D would go for that prissy Abigail. Do you Clarra?"
"I really don't think."
"No I think D would be much better off with a down to earth girl like my daughter."
"But Martha."
"Oh we better get in there before Linda runs out of polite things to say and clams up. I need to keep the conversation going."
"But, but." Clarra hurried after Martha as she bustled off to the sitting room.
Meanwhile.
D sat down in an armchair, while Linda sat on the opposite side of the room. He wasn't sure if he should say anything or not. Normally he would just sit there, but this wasn't a normal situation. The poor girl was very nervous and not for the usual reasons people around him would be. He needed to put an end to any sort of infatuation the girl had. Yes that's what he needed to do.
"I'm sorry about my mother; she is a little over enthusiastic sometimes."
"Don't worry about it."
"I hope she didn't embarrass you. I'm sure things like this happen to you often," Linda blushed furiously as she spoke, "I mean you are very handsome." D thought for a moment she would burst into flames.
"Linda I."
"Well how is everything going in here?" Martha frowned a bit noticing the distance between her ginny pigs. "Linda let me have that chair dear it's better for my back." Linda moved to the middle of the couch and Clarra sat between her and Martha. Milly scrambled over and sat on the end of the couch next to D.
"Well D what do you think of my cooking?"
"It was a lovely meal. My thanks."
"Oh so polite. But you know Linda is going to be a far better cook than I am. She could bake a three layer cake by age nine."
"You exaggerate mother."
"I'm just proud of my daughter that's all. Now D what do you think of a little town here. Any thoughts of moving here? After yesterday I'm sure everyone will welcome you."
"I don't think." D started.
"You really should think about it. It would be nice for Clarra to have more family around. And I am sure you would be able to find a job. They would probably make you sheriff if you wanted. With you good looks you would be able to find a pretty lady in no time as well."
"I'm not really."
"Oh look at the time Martha. I didn't realize it was so late. We should really be going. Milly needs to get to bed," Clarra interrupted and Milly gave a big yawn for emphasis.
"Oh were does the time go. Well I think you for coming. We will have to do this again sometime. It was nice of you to come, as well, D." Martha stood up and walked with her guest to the door.
"We had a lovely evening Martha. Thank you, again, for inviting us. Have a good night. You too Linda. We will see you tomorrow."
"Oh yes tomorrow and don't forget D you owe Linda a dance."
With that they were out the door with Martha waving behind them. The trio made their way back home. The night air was cool and crisp. D felt much better now that he was away from that devious woman. Once inside Clarra bade D goodnight as she lead Milly upstairs to get ready for bed. D stood there a moment then looked out the window at Martha's house.
"Hoping the vampire shows up soon are we," came a muffled voice. D started to take off his glove then thought better of it. "I like that Martha woman. Practically giving you her daughter. Doesn't even try to hide her intentions, but you aren't going to do a damn thing about it are you?" the symbiot puffed through the leather glove.
"Quiet."
"Yep that's what I thought."
D headed upstairs to his room. He wanted this whole thing to be over with. This whole place was a nuisance. He stopped and looked over at Milly's room.
"When the vampire comes things will change," D whispered into the dark.
"Inevitably," the ever present voice whispered back.
"He he he, look at it this way at least Martha will get off you back and she will stop pushing her daughter under you mwhahahahaha." D balled his fist tight hoping to suffocate the retched demon.
End chapter eight
Finally!!! I never thought I would get this out. I bet yall thought I wouldn't either. I tried to make it humorous. Don't know if I succeeded, but hey at least I tried. I have got the rest of the story planned out pretty much. I'm thinking four more chapters. Give or take a chapter. Next chapter is post Martha's house and pre banquet. So it's the next day. I've got an interesting chapter planned; well at least I think so. Hopefully it won't take me so long to get it out. :-P
Whoa!!! Sorry it's been so long. Everything just got so crazy and the time just seemed to slip through my fingers. Before I knew it the days were gone. Grrrrrr stupid papers and tests. But I managed to pass economics. :) I'm so happy. Grrrr I have to take another semester of it. Nooooooooo!!! Hopefully you will not have to wait long for the rest of the story. But anyway yall probably want me to shut up so you can read.
Review response:
Kitala: As always thanks for R & R. I'm glad you liked the chapter. I was very proud of it.
Lee: Ha ha that equation is great.
Lady Night Wind: Don't worry I won't let him off the hook. :-P
Cyberkat: Yay new reviewer! Glad you like the story. I have to be the worst speller in the world and I never understood comas. I will try and work on it.
The Color of Night
Chapter eight: To Martha's house we go.
Milly had fallen asleep in D's lap. D looked down at the child. Her tear stained face looked so peaceful in sleep. D carefully and quietly got up and carried Milly into her room and put her on her bed. He pulled the covers over her limp form. He gently brushed a lock of dark hair behind her pointed ear.
"Damphire," the word was a mere breath on the wind. D walked back to his own room and closed the door behind him. Sitting on the bed he leaned against the headboard and stared out the window. His hand went unconsciously to the pendant. Outside he could see the townsfolk bustling about their daily business. All of them blissfully unaware of their ignorance and the damage they could do to a small child.
"D." the symbiot's voice broke the silence.
"She's so young. She doesn't deserve this."
"Who does?"
D closed his eyes and let the heat of the sun lull him to sleep. He woke around 4:30 in the afternoon to the sound of Clarra trying to convince Milly to wear something that the child obviously didn't want to.
"But Momma I look dumb in that dress. Why can't I wear the green one?"
"Milly you wore that dress yesterday."
"But it's my favorite."
"Milly."
"Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeee."
"You can't wear it, it's not clean. How about we find another one?"
"But Mom."
D was glad that everything seemed back to normal. Well as normal as things can get in the situation. Now if only he could come up with an excuse to miss dinner. As if knowing what he was thinking Clarra knocked on the door.
"D are you awake?"
"Yes." D opened the door and found Clarra holding onto an, not so successful, escaping Milly.
"We leave for Martha's in twenty minutes. You're the guest of honor so no getting out of it. Time to be social I guess." D suppressed a groan and damned himself for ever saying anything about putting up with all this sociability. He gave Clarra a nod.
"See Momma Mr. D doesn't want to go either."
"But you don't see him complaining now do you?"
"Well he doesn't have to wear an ugly pink dress."
"Ugg. Milly. Fine what about blue. D's vest has blue in it you will match." Milly thought about it for a minute looking at D.
"Ok blue."
"Thank you now go get ready. Whew Milly can really be a handful sometimes. Now D don't forget twenty minutes."
Clarra went off to finish getting ready as D closed the door. D rummaged in his stuff and found a brush to run through his hair. After straightening his shirt and vest he put his boots back on.
"Sooo, no chance of us getting out of here?"
"No"
"Well the least you could do is make the best of it. I mean that Linda girl looks pretty appetizing and from the looks she's been given you I don't think she'd mind."
"Quiet."
"Just a suggestion to make the evening more enjoyable and. he he. tasty."
"I swear I will slice you off."
"Ok.ok don't bite my head off.especially when there are such other appetizing things to bite. HAHAHAHAHA!!
As D walked downstairs he repositioned the bones in his left hand thankful for his quick healing. After flexing his fingers a few times and hushing the symbiot's grumbles, D joined Clarra and Milly by the door.
"Ah there you are D. Did you here a strange thump a few minutes ago? No. hmm I hope we don't have rats in the attic again. Oh well I will check on that later. Are we all ready to go? Yes. good. Let's get going now. Oh and D don't worry about Martha she.um.means well."
With that they left the house and walked next door to Martha's home. On the outside the house looked similar to Clarra's only less worn. It was a white two story building with blue shudders. Light blue curtains hung inside the windows. Up three steps there was a spacious porch. Several white rocking chairs and a bench adorned the landing. To the left of the door a bay window gave view into the kitchen where Martha could be seen fussing over a stove. Clarra walked up to the door with D and Milly following. After knocking on the door Martha appeared to let them in.
"Hello come on in your just in time. Dinner is ready and waiting. Yall just head on into the dinning room. I will be right in. Linda come on down company's here."
"Coming mother!"
"Thank you for inviting us Martha."
"Think nothing of it Clarra. It is always a pleasure to have you over, and your family of course," Martha gave D a little wink before going back to the stove.
"Good evening Ms. Clarra, Milly, . Mr. D," Linda turned distinctively pinker upon seeing D. Clarra and Milly greeted Linda and D inclined his head in silent acknowledgement.
"Yall sit yourselves down ther' and I will get everything on the table. Linda dear fetch the drinks. Milly why don't you and Clarra sit on this side and D you come sit over here." When everyone had been seated at the rectangular table D found himself sitting beside Linda. His chair seemed to be strategically offset toward Linda as well. Martha uncovered the plates to reveal a pasta dish of some sort.
"Yall dig in," both D and Milly hesitated, "Don't worry there Milly I remembered about your allergy to garlic. I didn't use any in the pasta. I added a little more oregano and red pepper and it turned out fine." D breathed a sigh of relief as he picked up his fork.
"Thank you for remembering Ms. Martha," said Milly as she and Clarra both looked at D.
"Relax D. You look stiff as a board. You don't have to worry 'bout manners here," piped Martha.
"It's habit."
"Habit hmm. Your mother must have been a stickler for posture too. My mother used to make me walk around with books on my head. She was convinced that a lady couldn't catch a man with out good posture. Course I didn't pay much heed and caught a fine husband at that. Bless his soul. Now I don't do anything so ridiculous with Linda and I think she turned out fine don't you D." D glanced over at Linda to find her beat red swirling pasta around her fork.
"Martha how have you been since yesterday?" I hope you weren't too traumatized." Clarra's comment diverted Martha's attention from D and what ever plan she was cooking up.
"Oh my yes, that was the most horrific experience of my life. I never though anything like that would happen here. One minute I was conducting business as usual and then the next BOOM! The bank just seemed to explode and all those men shouting. They were so rude you know. Making deceit ladies get on the floor you know. Why practically ruined my dress in all that dirt. Not to mention my poor Linda being held hostage. I was out of my mind with worry and those hooligans just kept on shouting. Ooooo just a ghastly experience. Wasn't it Linda?"
"Yes quite awful." Linda stole a glance at D smiled shyly then looked back down at her plate.
"My Linda is much too modest, though modesty is a good quality in a woman. She handled the situation quite well I thought. She has a good head on her shoulders. Wouldn't you agree D? Oh it was such a good thing you were around. I fear what would have happened to my poor girl if you had not been there. You were truly magnificent. Didn't you think so Linda?"
"Yes very brave." Linda continued to blush as she pecked at her food.
"Quite. The mayor is right in throwing that banquet for you tomorrow. I suspect there will be dancing. Do you dance D?"
"A little."
"Well then you can dance with Linda. She has gotten pretty good these last few years. And I bet you are an excellent dancer being so lean and tall. Not to mention nimble. Why those moves you pulled against those thieves were so graceful. Yes, I bet you're quite the good dancer. Don't you think he would be a good dancer Linda?"
"Yes," Linda barely whispered her answer. D looked at Clarra. His face was unreadable as ever, but Clarra was pretty sure was going through his mind.
"Martha?"
"Hmm. yes?"
"I. err. how do you make this wonderful sauce. I just can't ever figure out how to make a good pasta sauce without garlic." Clarra smiled as Martha got flustered over the compliment. If there was one thing that Martha liked better than playing match maker it was telling other people what they should be doing.
"Well you see Clarra you have to account for the lack of flavor and add more spice to make up for it. Otherwise your sauce with be bland. I suspect that has been your problem."
Martha continued to rabble on about the finer points in sauce making. D almost visibly seemed to relax at the lack of attention. D looked over to see that Linda had defiantly loosened up. Her face was no longer the color of the sauce in question. D felt a little sorry for the girl. She seemed to be very soft spoken and, well, her mother defiantly was trying to over compensate for it.
As dinner ended Martha's attention seemed to drift back to D and Linda. D felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, as the infernal woman started eyeing him with a strange gleam in her eye. He tensed, preparing for the inevitable strike.
"Well, why don't we get things cleaned up then go into the sitting room. D you go ahead and find a seat this is women's work. Linda why don't you be a good hostess and keep him company." Clarra gave D an apologetic look as he headed out of the kitchen.
"Martha," Clarra started, "I don't thi."
"Oh Clarra wouldn't they make a cute couple?"
"Well."
"Oh and just think what the children would look like. Ooooo with his eyes, bone structure and hair texture and her coloring, you just can't go wrong. I do love a good matchmaking."
"Yes well Martha I."
"I hope Linda's shyness doesn't drive him off, but then again he is such a quite man himself. They are just perfect. I hope he takes a liking to Linda before the mayor's flimsy daughter gets around him. I just know Mr. Borgish will try something tomorrow, but I don't think D would go for that prissy Abigail. Do you Clarra?"
"I really don't think."
"No I think D would be much better off with a down to earth girl like my daughter."
"But Martha."
"Oh we better get in there before Linda runs out of polite things to say and clams up. I need to keep the conversation going."
"But, but." Clarra hurried after Martha as she bustled off to the sitting room.
Meanwhile.
D sat down in an armchair, while Linda sat on the opposite side of the room. He wasn't sure if he should say anything or not. Normally he would just sit there, but this wasn't a normal situation. The poor girl was very nervous and not for the usual reasons people around him would be. He needed to put an end to any sort of infatuation the girl had. Yes that's what he needed to do.
"I'm sorry about my mother; she is a little over enthusiastic sometimes."
"Don't worry about it."
"I hope she didn't embarrass you. I'm sure things like this happen to you often," Linda blushed furiously as she spoke, "I mean you are very handsome." D thought for a moment she would burst into flames.
"Linda I."
"Well how is everything going in here?" Martha frowned a bit noticing the distance between her ginny pigs. "Linda let me have that chair dear it's better for my back." Linda moved to the middle of the couch and Clarra sat between her and Martha. Milly scrambled over and sat on the end of the couch next to D.
"Well D what do you think of my cooking?"
"It was a lovely meal. My thanks."
"Oh so polite. But you know Linda is going to be a far better cook than I am. She could bake a three layer cake by age nine."
"You exaggerate mother."
"I'm just proud of my daughter that's all. Now D what do you think of a little town here. Any thoughts of moving here? After yesterday I'm sure everyone will welcome you."
"I don't think." D started.
"You really should think about it. It would be nice for Clarra to have more family around. And I am sure you would be able to find a job. They would probably make you sheriff if you wanted. With you good looks you would be able to find a pretty lady in no time as well."
"I'm not really."
"Oh look at the time Martha. I didn't realize it was so late. We should really be going. Milly needs to get to bed," Clarra interrupted and Milly gave a big yawn for emphasis.
"Oh were does the time go. Well I think you for coming. We will have to do this again sometime. It was nice of you to come, as well, D." Martha stood up and walked with her guest to the door.
"We had a lovely evening Martha. Thank you, again, for inviting us. Have a good night. You too Linda. We will see you tomorrow."
"Oh yes tomorrow and don't forget D you owe Linda a dance."
With that they were out the door with Martha waving behind them. The trio made their way back home. The night air was cool and crisp. D felt much better now that he was away from that devious woman. Once inside Clarra bade D goodnight as she lead Milly upstairs to get ready for bed. D stood there a moment then looked out the window at Martha's house.
"Hoping the vampire shows up soon are we," came a muffled voice. D started to take off his glove then thought better of it. "I like that Martha woman. Practically giving you her daughter. Doesn't even try to hide her intentions, but you aren't going to do a damn thing about it are you?" the symbiot puffed through the leather glove.
"Quiet."
"Yep that's what I thought."
D headed upstairs to his room. He wanted this whole thing to be over with. This whole place was a nuisance. He stopped and looked over at Milly's room.
"When the vampire comes things will change," D whispered into the dark.
"Inevitably," the ever present voice whispered back.
"He he he, look at it this way at least Martha will get off you back and she will stop pushing her daughter under you mwhahahahaha." D balled his fist tight hoping to suffocate the retched demon.
End chapter eight
Finally!!! I never thought I would get this out. I bet yall thought I wouldn't either. I tried to make it humorous. Don't know if I succeeded, but hey at least I tried. I have got the rest of the story planned out pretty much. I'm thinking four more chapters. Give or take a chapter. Next chapter is post Martha's house and pre banquet. So it's the next day. I've got an interesting chapter planned; well at least I think so. Hopefully it won't take me so long to get it out. :-P