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Chapter Five:
"Miss Russell, I am surprised at you. Leaving before we could finish our delightful little conversation."
Twice. He caught me twice! And he was tsk-ing me! All the respect that I had felt for having someone catching me twice, was thrown to the floor and smashed on. Repeatedly. With a rock.
Why you little-older man! How dare you!
"Why Mr…," Shoot forgot his name! "I am sure that our said 'delightful conversation' could be continued at another time…perhaps, we could set up a time later. You see I have a very important matter to attend to…"
"Yes, you have said so before, but I said that could wait. I am sure our conversation is of more importance. For example, I would like to know some reasons as to why someone would waste their time spying on me. As, I am sure, that you would like to know why I have been going to such a variety of places."
She had the tendency to blush. By god, he thought, she's just a child isn't she? No bigger than, I'd say eighteen, or seventeen.
"Well, the library needs to know why you are interested in that particular book. We, the librarians, need opinions of those people like you. We need to know what types of books would get them reading. The state of our country now, needs more people to be educated, so we do the best we can, by being great librarians." Realizing that she was done, she nodded more for herself than for him.
"I understand what you are trying to say, I truly do. However, I fail to see how that relates to why you were masquerading yourself as a boy to irritate me all day."
Oh. I see how it is.
"Fine." I am sure that my voice was full of icyness. Icyness? Absolutely wonderful, now I can't even think in the right manner. Full of ice? Having no warm feeling what-so-ever? Yes, that works fine.
"I'm sorry Mr," Darn it all and back! "Mister…but isn't that your companion I saw the other day over there? Oh my, why is he getting attacked by the rabid goose?"
He actually turned around and looked. It is common sense that there is no such thing as a rabid goose in this neck of the country. What a curious man he was. He seemed intelligent, on the other hand, he falls for the oldest tricks in the book. But I shall ponder no more, since I have to take advantage of his senselessness to run. And run I shall.
End of Chapter
A/N: Please review this short chapter! Since it's Winter Break I now get to write more! Review, for the love of cheese and mushrooms!