Chapter Three
That Saturday on a disco - school organized to get some money in for a change, everyone was dancing and sharing secrets, most of them were who they fancied, and you might not guessed in the restroom.
"Dear me, I'm in love! I just can't - not think about him. He is gorgeous, sweet and clever!" Rita was telling to each person who willed to listen.
"I agree with that." All eyes turned on Eliza, she rarely spoke and if she did it would be something worthwhile; and certainly she never agreed with Rita and her thinking.
"You do?"
"Yeah, he's clever enough so even you don't understand what he's saying."
Everyone just laughed.
"Oh well, at least, he likes me - he said something or other indicating to that."
Everyone looked at Eliza, who was washing her hands calmly.
"Well?" Rita was getting impatient.
"What? I thought there was no question. If there is, please feel free to ask, I'll try my best to answer - not sure if it will be received."
"I said that at least, he likes me and do you have a problem with that?"
"Not really, but I wouldn't think of him that low of having such a awful taste."
"What?" Rita was shaking her fists, " you mean I am too low for him."
"Not what I said."
"I think she meant that he is too clever for you, in her usual non understandable way," helped Kate, in her usual silky voice.
Rita stared at her step sister, as the other left the room…
Strekoza: Hope this one is understandable and well dig, dig diggy-do hope you like it, do please tell me. Out of blue wanted to work on this one for a change from vampires and death - nice and bright day is always welcome for me...