Change Has Come - Chapter Nine: Live by the Sword, Die by the Sword
The phone lines in the Descartes household were getting a serious workout with Carver handling Tish and Lor as best he could. The two girls had been asking questions of him all day trying to figure the story behind the debacle the day before. The confidence levels of Tish and Lor were again at a low. Carver needed to boost their confidence once more. So between questions of his credibility, he slipped in more lies to lure his friends on.
"Trust me, Tino was just playing hard to get yesterday. He can be deceiving when he wants to be. You have to stay on top of this thing," Carver said over the phone.
"I guess, but it's kind of hard when things just seem to keep blowing up in my face. Maybe I should just forget about this whole thing," Lor commented.
"No, you can't do that! Ahem, I mean where's your MacQuarrie pride? You can't give up. You live to win. Are you gonna let some little rich girl steal Tino away from you?" Carver commented like a coach trying to get the team pumped.
"Yeah, what am I talking about? I don't accept lose as an answer! I'll prove myself to be the one for Tino. Dot's got nothing on me," Lor responded with pride.
"That's the spirit. Now let me give you some advice, and- oh hold on I gotta take a call on another line.....Hello?"
"Hi, Carver. It's Tish."
"Oh hey Tish. How's it goin'?" Carver asked nonchalantly.
"Things could be better. I'm still tying my head in knots over this Tino situation. Especially, after yesterday's fiasco thank you very much, Carver."
"Hey, hey I already told you he was just acting. You know, making you sweat a little," Carver said defending himself.
"The only person sweating yesterday was Tino as he went into neurotic mode. Not only that but you weren't even there so how would you know that Tino is just acting?"
"I just know. I know how Tino acts and I can figure this stuff out."
"I know Tino as well, Carver. How come I can't pick up on this stuff?"
"Because it's a guy thing. We're buddies, comrades, amigos. We have a connection. It's something that is not to be questioned."
"Whatever. Look, I'm not so sure about trying to win Tino anymore. I can't get anything done, so I might as well ignore it and hope it goes away," Tish commented her voice weakening towards the end.
"Since when have you become such a quitter? As soon as one thing goes wrong you're ready to give up. It's terrible. You have to keep getting back on the horse that threw ya," Carver said trying to inspire Tish with confidence.
"I guess I would be a hypocrite if I were to ignore that. Yes, I suppose I have to keep trying," Tish responded with life coming back to her voice.
"Of course you have to keep trying. I wouldn't have taken no for an answer."
"Thanks for helping me out in my trying situation, Carver."
"Hey, what are friends for? To help out that's what I say. Now let me give you some advice to- hold on I have to take care of a pest I call Penny."
Carver put the phone down and went out side his room to hear what his sister was yelling to him about.
"Carver, I need to use the phone! Hurry it up!" she yelled.
"I'm in the middle of something so you're just gonna have to wait!" Carver called back.
"I don't have the time for this!" Penny shouted agitated.
"Not my problem! Just use Dad's cell phone!"
"Yeah, but-"
"I'm done listening! I'm going back to my business here!" Carver called out shouting his door.
Satisfied with his keen negotiation skills, Carver waltzed his way back to the phone to dispense his advice. He hummed a whimsical tune to himself and pressed the button for line one.
"So like I was saying I know just what you need to do. You have to be assertive. Be as strong yet subtle as you can possibly be. I know it might be hard for you, Tish, since being assertive or confrontations isn't your strong suit. But I think that this could be great practice for you to learn how to be assertive and such. You know what I mean Tish?"
"My name is Lor," came the icy reply.
Carver's eyes went wide realizing he had mixed up who was on what phone line.
"Haha, uhh, yes it is, I was just, uhh, you know, joking. I was trying to, uhh, see if you noticed I called you Tish," Carver said nervously.
There was silence as Carver gulped hard waiting to hear some type of response.
After what felt like an eternity to Carver, Lor broke her silence, "Your ass is grass!!"
Carver screamed tossing the phone into the air. He scrambled around his room not sure of what to do now that Lor was on the warpath.
"What have I done? She's going to come here and kill me. Oh man, being dead wouldn't be cool at all. I gotta get out of here while I can."
Carver quickly put his shoes on and hurried down the stairs. He was out of the house as fast as he could go and he ran off in the direction opposite of Lor's house to put as much distance as he could between him and Lor.
"Well, so much for my plans. Now I have to make sure Lor doesn't rip me to pieces. I'll just stay away from my house for the next few hours, and hope that Lor leaves before I come back," Carver thought continuing his run.
Lor was fuming as she stormed over to Carver's house ready to wring his neck and pummel him into next week.
"That no good, double crossing, rotten, conspiring, twit. He is so going to get it. So he has been plotting against me all this time. Oooohh! I'm so angry just thinking about it. This beating is well-deserved."
Ready to burst, Lor approached Carver's door and knocked hard. Carver's dad answered a bit surprised by the angry expression on Lor's face.
"Hello Lor," he offered cordially trying to not pay attention to her obvious sentiment.
"Hi Mr. Descartes, is Carver here?" Lor said holding her anger back as she said Carver's name.
"You know I'm not sure. I did hear a lot of running upstairs, but I haven't heard him in a bit. Go on up and check it out."
Lor hurried on up tightening her fists with rage.
"Time to lay down some serious hurt," Lor thought almost taking glee at this point in the punishment she was going to administer.
Once at the door to Carver's room Lor summed up her anger and kicked the door open.
"All right Carver now you're gonna get it!!" Lor yelled upon her entrance.
She looked around and realized Carver wasn't there. She searched in his closets and under the bed, but found neither hide nor hair of Carver.
"That coward. He ran off," Lor hissed to herself.
She gazed around the room her eyes almost glowing red. Then her eyes stopped on one corner of the room. A wicked gleam flashed through Lor's eyes with a plan of revenge firmly taking root.
Lor pulled out her pocketknife thinking, "Carver may not be here, but he left his heart and soul behind. He's gonna find out you never mess with a MacQuarrie."
She lifted the knife up above her head, and then quickly brought it down in a frantic series of stabs. Lor wore a gaze of madness with her arm flailing wildly about stabbing in all directions. She sat back taking a breather from her work. A sound at the door made Lor turn around hoping to see Carver there. Instead it was Penny who stood in the doorway her eyes locked on Lor with her pocketknife in hand.
"Do you mind telling me what you are doing with that knife?" Penny asked.
"Oh, I'm just cutting up some of Carver's shoes," Lor responded like this was commonplace.
Penny just stared at for a few moments making sure she heard her right.
"Well then I just have one thing to tell you.... he hides his most prized shoes in the back of his closet shelf."
Lor's eyes brightened. "Thanks, Penny."
She got up and reached into the back of Carver's closet shelf managing to fish out a few pairs of shoes. With a sweep of her arm she knocked them to the floor and a sadistic smile spread across her face as she looked at her new victims. Once again Lor continued with her frantic stabbing, making a mess in the process. After some time passed Lor grew tired and her rage waned. She looked around and was satisfied with her work.
"Well, I think that makes us close to even," Lor mused to herself.
She put her pocketknife away and quietly slipped out of the Descartes household.
"Now I have to find out what Tish's role in all of this is. I need some answers, and I need them now," Lor thought to herself heading to Tish's house.
Carver slowly approached his house looking around to make sure that Lor wasn't waiting to ambush him. He made his way into his house and still caught no sign of Lor. The suspense was killing him. The fact that he didn't see Lor scared him the most. Carver knew how Lor was she always made sure her anger was felt.
"If she isn't here waiting to beat me up, then that must mean she has done something far more sinister. But what could it be? Has she stolen all of the food out of my house? It must be something truly horrendous."
Carver backed into his room keeping an eye out for any back attacks. Once he felt secure he turned to into his room, and froze in his tracks. Carver's eyes glazed over and his mouth dropped open. The carnage was sinking deep into his soul. He fell to his knees but was frozen otherwise. Odd squeaks and other noises escaped Carver's mouth as it hung open. His mind refused to accept what it saw and he slowly crawled over to one of his shoes and cradled it in his arms. It had a wound on its right side that stretched front to back with the shoe's stuffing pouring from it.
"Oh my gosh..." Carver whispered aloud.
His eyes drifted to another pair of shoes both with the tongues cut out, and the laces sliced up. It hurt for him to look at it, but he knew he had to face his fear and pick up the broken pieces.
"I can barely recognize my auburn Tommy Hugo high tops," Carver thought to himself.
He lifted the mutilated shoe and just gazed at the pool of stuffing that was under it and sticking to it's badly wounded sole. Carver put his hand over his mouth to keep himself from throwing up.
"This is just grotesque. It's just... like... a..."
Carver drifted off when he saw the worst of the worst. There underneath two more pair of dead shoes lay his lucky Tommy Hugo's. He knelt at their side and pulled them up onto his lap. The one shoe had been stabbed through the heel, the toes and it's shoelace holes removed. The other bore marks only on one side. The cuts were placed in a certain order so they spelled a word. It made the culprit easy to figure out because the word was "Lor".
Carver raised the shoes to his face and kissed each one muttering, "Good night, my sweet princes."
He put them back on the floor and walked over to his bed. He got under the covers and lay there deciding to wait until the world became a friendly place again. His eyes were transfixed on the ceiling and he felt himself on the verge of a breakdown.
An hour or so passed before Carver moved again. He got out of bed deciding that the world had become friendly enough for him to eat something. Carver put his hand up so he couldn't see the monstrous scene on the other side of the room again. He went to his door to open it, but the knob turned of its own accord. Carver took a step back as the door swung open. There in his doorway was Tish carrying a case at her side.
"Hello Carver. I noticed you disappeared earlier today on the phone so I figured I would come see you," Tish said her voice giving away that she was there for other reasons.
"Well, uh, thanks for checking on me, but I'm fine so, you know, you can get back to whatever important things you were already doing," Carver responded slightly nervous.
He had had enough traumas for one day.
"Don't be silly, I want to make sure my friend is doing good, and I must say that you look quite tense. Fortunately for you I brought my dulcimer. So I can play you your own private concert, and help you relax," Tish offered knowing full well that it would be torturous for Carver.
"Wow, that's very nice of you, but I don't want you to go to all that trouble for me," Carver responded.
"It's no trouble at all, in fact, I insist," Tish strongly emphasized her last two words.
Carver felt his insides twist, and he reluctantly sat down on his bed.
Tish smiled a bit at him and pulled her dulcimer from her case. "For my first number I will play my one woman version of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony."
Carver could already feel his life slowly ending from boredom. Tish played for what seemed like an eternity, but when Carver looked over the clock it had only been five minutes.
"Oh man, I think the sun will burn out before she finishes her 'concert'."
After another three minutes Carver could feel himself drifting into either sleep or a coma. Tish noticed Carver drifting off so she brought him forcibly back to reality with her patented screech. Carver almost leapt out of bed. He tried to catch his breath after having the bejeezus scared out of him.
"Can't you give a guy a little warning, Tish?" Carver said in between pants.
"Then you'll just have to stay awake for the duration of the concert," Tish said resuming her playing.
The next two hours were an excruciating torture for Carver. He could almost feel his body stiffening from boredom, and he could have sworn that time began to go so slow he was moving back in time.
"A beautiful concert, wouldn't you say? Don't you feel relaxed now?" Tish asked Carver.
"So...very...relaxed," Carver said only halfway in reality.
"Oh and one more thing before I leave, don't ever toy with my emotions again or you will live to regret it," Tish commented becoming downright scary.
Carver didn't respond, he couldn't respond. Instead he just gazed as Tish packed up her dulcimer. She went to leave, but turned back to Carver.
"I'll tell you now, Lor and I have decided to forgive you since we are all friends, and you are Carver. Of course, that's not to say we aren't mad at you, we definitely are. Oh one more thing, I don't care what you try to do, or what Lor thinks, or even what Dot thinks, Tino will be mine. I always had a chance you just gave me bad information so Lor and I would foil each other's plans. Well, now it's on."
Tish turned quickly making her hair flip behind her as she walked out. Carver simply sat in bed shaken to his soul from his torturous ordeal. He turned his head towards his door to avoid catching even a glimpse of his shoes. Carver put his hand to his face and shook his head. He took a deep breath, and began to try and pull himself together.
"Hey there, well you just saw what happened. I guess I got carried away. It must have been my conscience's vacation time. I really learned my lesson this time, and I swear I'll never do something like this again. However, I'm curious and a bit frightened and what will happen between Lor and Tish in the coming weeks. Although I don't think that they can inflict pain on each other that rivals the pain they inflicted on me today. I mean Tish's dulcimer playing almost froze me in time, and Lor, well, she... she... she murdered my shoes! I gotta go; I don't want you guys to see me cry. Later *sob* days."
End of Chapter Nine
You know I remember when I was writing my first Weekenders story I updated about every other day for a while. Now I'm averaging like two weeks a chapter. What a difference a few months makes I tell ya. Regardless, I'm still 100 percent behind writing this story and the others I will do in the future. So even if I do take awhile updating I haven't given up, and I'm not tired of the story. Keep on reading everybody.
The phone lines in the Descartes household were getting a serious workout with Carver handling Tish and Lor as best he could. The two girls had been asking questions of him all day trying to figure the story behind the debacle the day before. The confidence levels of Tish and Lor were again at a low. Carver needed to boost their confidence once more. So between questions of his credibility, he slipped in more lies to lure his friends on.
"Trust me, Tino was just playing hard to get yesterday. He can be deceiving when he wants to be. You have to stay on top of this thing," Carver said over the phone.
"I guess, but it's kind of hard when things just seem to keep blowing up in my face. Maybe I should just forget about this whole thing," Lor commented.
"No, you can't do that! Ahem, I mean where's your MacQuarrie pride? You can't give up. You live to win. Are you gonna let some little rich girl steal Tino away from you?" Carver commented like a coach trying to get the team pumped.
"Yeah, what am I talking about? I don't accept lose as an answer! I'll prove myself to be the one for Tino. Dot's got nothing on me," Lor responded with pride.
"That's the spirit. Now let me give you some advice, and- oh hold on I gotta take a call on another line.....Hello?"
"Hi, Carver. It's Tish."
"Oh hey Tish. How's it goin'?" Carver asked nonchalantly.
"Things could be better. I'm still tying my head in knots over this Tino situation. Especially, after yesterday's fiasco thank you very much, Carver."
"Hey, hey I already told you he was just acting. You know, making you sweat a little," Carver said defending himself.
"The only person sweating yesterday was Tino as he went into neurotic mode. Not only that but you weren't even there so how would you know that Tino is just acting?"
"I just know. I know how Tino acts and I can figure this stuff out."
"I know Tino as well, Carver. How come I can't pick up on this stuff?"
"Because it's a guy thing. We're buddies, comrades, amigos. We have a connection. It's something that is not to be questioned."
"Whatever. Look, I'm not so sure about trying to win Tino anymore. I can't get anything done, so I might as well ignore it and hope it goes away," Tish commented her voice weakening towards the end.
"Since when have you become such a quitter? As soon as one thing goes wrong you're ready to give up. It's terrible. You have to keep getting back on the horse that threw ya," Carver said trying to inspire Tish with confidence.
"I guess I would be a hypocrite if I were to ignore that. Yes, I suppose I have to keep trying," Tish responded with life coming back to her voice.
"Of course you have to keep trying. I wouldn't have taken no for an answer."
"Thanks for helping me out in my trying situation, Carver."
"Hey, what are friends for? To help out that's what I say. Now let me give you some advice to- hold on I have to take care of a pest I call Penny."
Carver put the phone down and went out side his room to hear what his sister was yelling to him about.
"Carver, I need to use the phone! Hurry it up!" she yelled.
"I'm in the middle of something so you're just gonna have to wait!" Carver called back.
"I don't have the time for this!" Penny shouted agitated.
"Not my problem! Just use Dad's cell phone!"
"Yeah, but-"
"I'm done listening! I'm going back to my business here!" Carver called out shouting his door.
Satisfied with his keen negotiation skills, Carver waltzed his way back to the phone to dispense his advice. He hummed a whimsical tune to himself and pressed the button for line one.
"So like I was saying I know just what you need to do. You have to be assertive. Be as strong yet subtle as you can possibly be. I know it might be hard for you, Tish, since being assertive or confrontations isn't your strong suit. But I think that this could be great practice for you to learn how to be assertive and such. You know what I mean Tish?"
"My name is Lor," came the icy reply.
Carver's eyes went wide realizing he had mixed up who was on what phone line.
"Haha, uhh, yes it is, I was just, uhh, you know, joking. I was trying to, uhh, see if you noticed I called you Tish," Carver said nervously.
There was silence as Carver gulped hard waiting to hear some type of response.
After what felt like an eternity to Carver, Lor broke her silence, "Your ass is grass!!"
Carver screamed tossing the phone into the air. He scrambled around his room not sure of what to do now that Lor was on the warpath.
"What have I done? She's going to come here and kill me. Oh man, being dead wouldn't be cool at all. I gotta get out of here while I can."
Carver quickly put his shoes on and hurried down the stairs. He was out of the house as fast as he could go and he ran off in the direction opposite of Lor's house to put as much distance as he could between him and Lor.
"Well, so much for my plans. Now I have to make sure Lor doesn't rip me to pieces. I'll just stay away from my house for the next few hours, and hope that Lor leaves before I come back," Carver thought continuing his run.
Lor was fuming as she stormed over to Carver's house ready to wring his neck and pummel him into next week.
"That no good, double crossing, rotten, conspiring, twit. He is so going to get it. So he has been plotting against me all this time. Oooohh! I'm so angry just thinking about it. This beating is well-deserved."
Ready to burst, Lor approached Carver's door and knocked hard. Carver's dad answered a bit surprised by the angry expression on Lor's face.
"Hello Lor," he offered cordially trying to not pay attention to her obvious sentiment.
"Hi Mr. Descartes, is Carver here?" Lor said holding her anger back as she said Carver's name.
"You know I'm not sure. I did hear a lot of running upstairs, but I haven't heard him in a bit. Go on up and check it out."
Lor hurried on up tightening her fists with rage.
"Time to lay down some serious hurt," Lor thought almost taking glee at this point in the punishment she was going to administer.
Once at the door to Carver's room Lor summed up her anger and kicked the door open.
"All right Carver now you're gonna get it!!" Lor yelled upon her entrance.
She looked around and realized Carver wasn't there. She searched in his closets and under the bed, but found neither hide nor hair of Carver.
"That coward. He ran off," Lor hissed to herself.
She gazed around the room her eyes almost glowing red. Then her eyes stopped on one corner of the room. A wicked gleam flashed through Lor's eyes with a plan of revenge firmly taking root.
Lor pulled out her pocketknife thinking, "Carver may not be here, but he left his heart and soul behind. He's gonna find out you never mess with a MacQuarrie."
She lifted the knife up above her head, and then quickly brought it down in a frantic series of stabs. Lor wore a gaze of madness with her arm flailing wildly about stabbing in all directions. She sat back taking a breather from her work. A sound at the door made Lor turn around hoping to see Carver there. Instead it was Penny who stood in the doorway her eyes locked on Lor with her pocketknife in hand.
"Do you mind telling me what you are doing with that knife?" Penny asked.
"Oh, I'm just cutting up some of Carver's shoes," Lor responded like this was commonplace.
Penny just stared at for a few moments making sure she heard her right.
"Well then I just have one thing to tell you.... he hides his most prized shoes in the back of his closet shelf."
Lor's eyes brightened. "Thanks, Penny."
She got up and reached into the back of Carver's closet shelf managing to fish out a few pairs of shoes. With a sweep of her arm she knocked them to the floor and a sadistic smile spread across her face as she looked at her new victims. Once again Lor continued with her frantic stabbing, making a mess in the process. After some time passed Lor grew tired and her rage waned. She looked around and was satisfied with her work.
"Well, I think that makes us close to even," Lor mused to herself.
She put her pocketknife away and quietly slipped out of the Descartes household.
"Now I have to find out what Tish's role in all of this is. I need some answers, and I need them now," Lor thought to herself heading to Tish's house.
Carver slowly approached his house looking around to make sure that Lor wasn't waiting to ambush him. He made his way into his house and still caught no sign of Lor. The suspense was killing him. The fact that he didn't see Lor scared him the most. Carver knew how Lor was she always made sure her anger was felt.
"If she isn't here waiting to beat me up, then that must mean she has done something far more sinister. But what could it be? Has she stolen all of the food out of my house? It must be something truly horrendous."
Carver backed into his room keeping an eye out for any back attacks. Once he felt secure he turned to into his room, and froze in his tracks. Carver's eyes glazed over and his mouth dropped open. The carnage was sinking deep into his soul. He fell to his knees but was frozen otherwise. Odd squeaks and other noises escaped Carver's mouth as it hung open. His mind refused to accept what it saw and he slowly crawled over to one of his shoes and cradled it in his arms. It had a wound on its right side that stretched front to back with the shoe's stuffing pouring from it.
"Oh my gosh..." Carver whispered aloud.
His eyes drifted to another pair of shoes both with the tongues cut out, and the laces sliced up. It hurt for him to look at it, but he knew he had to face his fear and pick up the broken pieces.
"I can barely recognize my auburn Tommy Hugo high tops," Carver thought to himself.
He lifted the mutilated shoe and just gazed at the pool of stuffing that was under it and sticking to it's badly wounded sole. Carver put his hand over his mouth to keep himself from throwing up.
"This is just grotesque. It's just... like... a..."
Carver drifted off when he saw the worst of the worst. There underneath two more pair of dead shoes lay his lucky Tommy Hugo's. He knelt at their side and pulled them up onto his lap. The one shoe had been stabbed through the heel, the toes and it's shoelace holes removed. The other bore marks only on one side. The cuts were placed in a certain order so they spelled a word. It made the culprit easy to figure out because the word was "Lor".
Carver raised the shoes to his face and kissed each one muttering, "Good night, my sweet princes."
He put them back on the floor and walked over to his bed. He got under the covers and lay there deciding to wait until the world became a friendly place again. His eyes were transfixed on the ceiling and he felt himself on the verge of a breakdown.
An hour or so passed before Carver moved again. He got out of bed deciding that the world had become friendly enough for him to eat something. Carver put his hand up so he couldn't see the monstrous scene on the other side of the room again. He went to his door to open it, but the knob turned of its own accord. Carver took a step back as the door swung open. There in his doorway was Tish carrying a case at her side.
"Hello Carver. I noticed you disappeared earlier today on the phone so I figured I would come see you," Tish said her voice giving away that she was there for other reasons.
"Well, uh, thanks for checking on me, but I'm fine so, you know, you can get back to whatever important things you were already doing," Carver responded slightly nervous.
He had had enough traumas for one day.
"Don't be silly, I want to make sure my friend is doing good, and I must say that you look quite tense. Fortunately for you I brought my dulcimer. So I can play you your own private concert, and help you relax," Tish offered knowing full well that it would be torturous for Carver.
"Wow, that's very nice of you, but I don't want you to go to all that trouble for me," Carver responded.
"It's no trouble at all, in fact, I insist," Tish strongly emphasized her last two words.
Carver felt his insides twist, and he reluctantly sat down on his bed.
Tish smiled a bit at him and pulled her dulcimer from her case. "For my first number I will play my one woman version of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony."
Carver could already feel his life slowly ending from boredom. Tish played for what seemed like an eternity, but when Carver looked over the clock it had only been five minutes.
"Oh man, I think the sun will burn out before she finishes her 'concert'."
After another three minutes Carver could feel himself drifting into either sleep or a coma. Tish noticed Carver drifting off so she brought him forcibly back to reality with her patented screech. Carver almost leapt out of bed. He tried to catch his breath after having the bejeezus scared out of him.
"Can't you give a guy a little warning, Tish?" Carver said in between pants.
"Then you'll just have to stay awake for the duration of the concert," Tish said resuming her playing.
The next two hours were an excruciating torture for Carver. He could almost feel his body stiffening from boredom, and he could have sworn that time began to go so slow he was moving back in time.
"A beautiful concert, wouldn't you say? Don't you feel relaxed now?" Tish asked Carver.
"So...very...relaxed," Carver said only halfway in reality.
"Oh and one more thing before I leave, don't ever toy with my emotions again or you will live to regret it," Tish commented becoming downright scary.
Carver didn't respond, he couldn't respond. Instead he just gazed as Tish packed up her dulcimer. She went to leave, but turned back to Carver.
"I'll tell you now, Lor and I have decided to forgive you since we are all friends, and you are Carver. Of course, that's not to say we aren't mad at you, we definitely are. Oh one more thing, I don't care what you try to do, or what Lor thinks, or even what Dot thinks, Tino will be mine. I always had a chance you just gave me bad information so Lor and I would foil each other's plans. Well, now it's on."
Tish turned quickly making her hair flip behind her as she walked out. Carver simply sat in bed shaken to his soul from his torturous ordeal. He turned his head towards his door to avoid catching even a glimpse of his shoes. Carver put his hand to his face and shook his head. He took a deep breath, and began to try and pull himself together.
"Hey there, well you just saw what happened. I guess I got carried away. It must have been my conscience's vacation time. I really learned my lesson this time, and I swear I'll never do something like this again. However, I'm curious and a bit frightened and what will happen between Lor and Tish in the coming weeks. Although I don't think that they can inflict pain on each other that rivals the pain they inflicted on me today. I mean Tish's dulcimer playing almost froze me in time, and Lor, well, she... she... she murdered my shoes! I gotta go; I don't want you guys to see me cry. Later *sob* days."
End of Chapter Nine
You know I remember when I was writing my first Weekenders story I updated about every other day for a while. Now I'm averaging like two weeks a chapter. What a difference a few months makes I tell ya. Regardless, I'm still 100 percent behind writing this story and the others I will do in the future. So even if I do take awhile updating I haven't given up, and I'm not tired of the story. Keep on reading everybody.