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Chapter five…you should have turned back if you are this far I feel more regret than ever for writing such an terrible story. Please I insist you turn back now.
The sky was a mild pink with creme colored clouds that closely resembled puffs of popcorn, the sun was eclipsed by tall black office buildings with gothic arches in the distance and red birds had settled on old telephone lines.
"Left! Now turn!" A bicycle carrying two people, the first a black coat, brown hatted young man and the second being an enthusiastic brunette in flowing black skirts and blue ribbons sped by. The girl held tightly on the calm man's shoulders, her booted feet holding onto the middle of the back tire. "Lem! Up ahead!" Beatrice pointed her index finger at a bricked house down the hill in a pleasant turn that led to a tranquil forest trail. Lemony lifted his head for a moment before whizzing down the steep slope. "Hold on" He whispered, he quickly spun the petals back pushing the rusty breaks, they popped over a few rocks and past an odd man hiding in the bushes of a green wood house.
After a few bounces that took them off the ground they landed painfully I repeat painfully in front of a bowl of petunias and a small garden with green bushes. Beatrice hopped off smoothing out her skirts as she often did. Snicket rearranged his hat low on his face just in case some shady characters were watching.
"This is it right?" "Yes I asked my sister before we went skydiving. Your cookies?" Beatrice shook her head, she let Lemony remove her basket of cookies from the cage on the back of his two-wheeler. "I hope they like my cookies, I worked very hard and I went thought 52 different cookie batches and 12 different cook books then I sat and tried to concoct a special cookie with peanut butter and chocolate but then I wondered if he was allergic to peanuts!" Lemony waved her to stop chattering, "Just give them to him, Beatrice glimpsed a Drama log in Lemony's basket, "You have a play to go too?" Beatrice picked up the black notebook from the cage, "Yes tonight, in fact I have to Finnish up my typing on The Littlest Elf" Lemony gently recovered the book from Beatrice's sweaty hands placing it back on top two pens and a large leather bound volume.
"Okay well I'll see you later" "Uh huh" Snicket climbed back on to his bicycle waved to his beloved and sped away. Beatrice waved at me till I was well out of view and had just made it in time to pick up the hiding man and the child he was holding by the ankle.
The door. Beatrice wasn't scared of doors she had encountered several different kinds of doors, form creaky to crinkle to blue from yellow to short from fat and she had always mastered them with her articulate sound knock. She merely knocked once in the middle and the application of weight rung the knock like a smooth chime all though a home no matter the size. But this blue door scared her; she shuffled her feet, twisted her ribbons and jerked her basket muttering quickly to herself.
"Hi! Is your son home? I brought cookies for him…I mean the family no…Hi! I was in the neighborhood and couldn't help but notice…I was running from a wild cookie monster and I just had to get these cookies to a safe place." In all her muttering she carelessly leaned against the round doorbell seven times. Quiet by accident the door jerked open and Beatrice let out a shriek of shock scattering a few cookies onto the porch and the person holding the door.
"Are you okay?" He panicked looking feverishly at the girl. "I'm-I'm fine thank you," Beatrice sputtered, "Oh you rang the door bell seven times I thought for sure someone was in real need of help!" He sighed with relief and a quick smile. "I must've done that with out knowing…um cookies?" Beatrice was utterly humiliated holding up her assorted cookie basket. "Cookies huh? Sound good. Come in," Beatrice slipped in around him and felt a great deal of warmth from the inside of the home with its deep cherry woods, and creamy walls.
The Baudelaire boy led her straight into the kitchen and took the basket from her setting it on the kitchen table. A restless silence settled upon them instantly as he took his seat back in front of his spying in Venice book. "Nice home," Beatrice tried helplessly to break the silence with a pleasant comment before realizing she wasn't talking to a 40 year old Japanese CEO of a teddy bear company that secretly sold frosted ice pops. "I love it, my family and I have lived here for a good 10 years," "Oh how neat I lived here all my life I don't remember seeing you though." "Maybe it's the age different but from what I hear we'll be seeing more of each other real soon." Beatrice blushed at his sentence, "Yah." was her smart remark, "You want something to drink?" she nodded than stopped, "Um wait I have to use the potty I mean bathroom," He smirked at her as he reached into the refrigerator, "The bathroom is up stairs 10th door on the right if your in a hurry the really nice one is the 34th on the left edge turn." Beatrice didn't wait to listen to anymore bathroom directions, she hurried up stairs and made it half way down the 2nd left turn before she realized what she had come up there to do. "Bathroom…Bathroom," She turned on her boot heels checking the identical doors with a queasy sense that she hadn't really listen to him and she should have. "Wouldn't hurt to check." She murmured opening the first door on the right and peeking in. The room was decked out in what could only be called every boy's dreams. It was a smooth blue with black shelves caked with books on just about every subject, glossy desk and a wardrobe caressed the room's walls and the bed was simple with deep aqua sheets and a few pillows. The ceiling hung with model airplanes and mysterious bandits. On the desk lay fragments of music and pieces of bizarre instruments. "This must be his room," Beatrice against her better judgment and on impulse slipped in to the room to take a quick glimpse.
She hurriedly inspected the desk "Do re mi mi mi fa mi re do," She read than sung before tiptoeing over to his bed in the mist of touching one of the worn in pillows her boot moved a cuddly bear into view from under his bed. She looked down and covered her mouth to suppress her shock, surprise and delight at the cute thing. Beatrice bent down to hug the thing to her chest, "He has a soft spot," She dreamily smiled holding the thing up. "Beatrice?" The sudden call brought her back to reality and reality was this she was in his room holding his special toy with out his permission! She had to sneak out and find the bathroom. Out of the room she ducked and right into thankfully a pink painted bathroom. "Beatrice you all right?" "Yes! I'm fine and thank you for asking," Beatrice put her hands quickly to the door and slowly locked the knob so he would come in. "I was admiring your um.." She glanced to the right, "Sink and um…picture of the little boy peeing." "Oh.." The young Baudelaire went quiet and refrained from asking any more questions or opening the door as he had planned to do. "I'll be down stairs then." "Good!" Beatrice let out a sign of relief that was short lived as she caught just where she had tossed the bear for safekeeping.
It bobbed sloppily in the creme colored toilet. "OH MY GOD!" Beatrice covered her mouth and reached out to pick it up by its dry ear. Water washed the floor and nearby sink as she held it at arms length, "I've ruined you!" Suddenly a thought came into her mind as well as a brown hair dryer. "I'll just dry you off! Than no one will have to know that I dropped your little body in to the toilet!" She clicked on the dryer and turned her back in a sort of cupping way to shield as much as possible the humming sound it made. "Come on get dry cutie! Please I need you to get dry-" A spark flew out of the dryer as she maneuvered the bear on to its back to try and get the little wet part of its arm. The bear was now not only wet but the dry part was being consumed in flames. Beatrice let out a shriek throwing the bear down on the floor and stomping it.
Downstairs the Baudelaire turned a page of his book and popped a cookie into his mouth. "These are good," He crunched around on 2 more before Beatrice slowly made her way in to his line of sight with her arms behind her back and tears running down her face. "Beatrice what is it?" The young man stood up, "I'm SO SORRY! I WONDERED INTO YOUR ROOM AND I FOUND THIS BEAR AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SO CUTE AND IM SOOOO SORRY I RUINED IT YOU DONT HAVE TO TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN!" She threw the bear's charred remains onto the kitchen table and raced out of the manor screaming she was so sorry. The young man leaned over and picked the bear up by its foot, Mr. Baudelaire at that moment made his appearance. "Son is that a bear?" "Yes dad its Martin's he must have left it under my bed when he came over the other day," "Well might I ask what the hell happened to it?" "Nothing much I'll go buy Martin a new one." "Well throw that one away than son." The charming Baudelaire smiled at the tiny-blacked face, "No I'll just get it fix nothing Widdershins can't mend."
Mending is not fixing a problem it's simply putting a band-aid on it.