As I went back over to the table, I began to get rather nervous. Why had Chocol told me to be careful? I was in no hurry to find out. I sat down across from him, as far away as the table would allow. He gave me a certain look… "Mr. Wonka!" I screamed.
"What? What did I do?"
I ran to the other end of the room. "I know who you are!"
"Who I am? What do you mean?"
"I… I know you."
He gave me a rather confused look. "I sure hope you know me."
"That's not what I mean!" I was realizing a lot of things all at once, and it became too much for me. His eyes… I knew it. They were the same. As he walked over to me I couldn't stop looking into them and remembering that day about a year before. It was crystal clear to me now. "You're… you're him."
"Him? Who?"
I looked at his jacket, the W. I didn't know what to do. Was I to run away? Be happy? Be sad? I didn't know. "You're… the nicest man on earth." That is what I always called him, since I didn't know who it was.
"Why thank you." He didn't understand.
"No, I mean… that man. The one who gave me the chocolates." I was still in shock.
"Oh, that 'him'. Why yes, I thought you already knew."
"How would I know? You played it so well like you didn't know what I was talking about. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I thought that was the reason for your coming here. I thought you came to thank me or something. How was I supposed to know?"
"Oh wow. I have been with you this whole time, and I never noticed. How could I be so…"
"Don't even think about it. I will not allow you to accuse yourself of stupidity like that. Actually, I forbid it." His voice seemed very stern, very strict.
That scared me, so I whispered. "I'm sorry." He sensed that he had scared me.
"I apologize for that tone I just used. I didn't mean to scare you."
I was still whispering. "It's ok."
"So, do you really think that I have 'the most beautiful brown eyes'?"
Uh oh, he had me there. I now wished I wouldn't have said that earlier. "Well… um…" I didn't know what to say.
"I thought so." His eyes twinkled in the light of the room. They were so pretty though! I couldn't lie to him; I had to tell him they were.
"Yes, I suppose they are." This remark surprised him.
"I don't think they're really that nice. I hate them, actually. Brown is such a dull color, unlike blue…" he looked directly into my blue eyes. He was doing it again! I didn't like that. Or did i? I looked away from him, but I still sensed his stare.
"I don't like my eyes. They are such an off color. In between blue and green, and rather dull. They annoy me."
"How can you say that!? Even though they are dark, they can still be pretty. Look at what you said about mine. Mine are dark."
I began to walk across the room toward the door. "Can we just forget about that comment?" I said as I walked past him. "Thank you."
"You know, you seem to have taken up a bit of an attitude haven't you?" I stopped dead in my tracks and stood perfectly still. "I'm not sure I like it." I had gotten in too deep.
I turned around, trying to maintain myself. I couldn't cry now, he would find delight in the fact that he was right. I didn't know what to say. I was about to say something like, 'so have you,' but decided not to. "I know. I don't like it either. I hate myself for doing so." I sat down on the floor and began to cry. "I'm so sorry. I have been so rude to you, and look at what you have done for me."
It wasn't helping. "Can you make yourself cry whenever you want to? It sure seems that way. You cry to get my attention, don't you? I never should have given you that title. I want all of that back by tonight. Your room will be cleaned out and used as something else. If you don't mind, I would like you to be gone by… 9:00 tonight."
"But sir, I'm really sorry!"
"Saying so doesn't matter, its feeling that way that counts."