Guess who's back? Back again?
Thank you all so much for all the amazing feedback! I'm truly overwhelmed with all the positivity! You're all amazing!
Well, it seems that I do have time to write after all, so I suppose I can safely say that I will be updating twice a month! Hooray!
By the way, can I ask you fanfiction veterans a question? What precisely is the difference between views and visitors in the stats? And on a different matter; how does one find a beta? Just to check my spelling and grammar.
Oh! Last time I forgot to thank all the lovely guest reviewers! Thank you!
So, apparently someone asked Sebastian Stan how Bucky was paying his rent and bills in Bucharest, and he seemed as baffled as I was when trying to find a realistic solution. Though his answer was by far better than mine. It was "I don't know, with plums?"
Once again foiled by Sebastian Stan's glory! :P
Please don't get mad…Maybe there are more new side characters again in this chapter?
–dodges rotten egg–
I just couldn't help it…Sorry.
Anyway, as promised, we get an official meeting in this chapter! I hope you all enjoy it!
XoXo,
Lady Turwaithiel
P.S. I own nothing but my OCs
Of flowers, coffee and plum tarts
Chapter 3: Oops…
Commuting to the university was her least favorite part of the day.
She had to walk fifteen minutes to Pantelimon station, take the train, switch lines at Piața Unirii station and then reach Universitate and off to class she was. Thankfully, since most of her classes took place during the afternoon so that students who worked could attend, she didn't have to wake up early. With the exception of Thursdays.
She wasn't fond of Thursdays.
That particular Thursday morning, as the alarm went off on her phone, Chloe groaned and hit snooze violently. Turning on her back, she stared at the cracks on the ceiling and wondered if she would be lucky enough for the plaster to fall and rent her unconscious; thus saving her from the horror of getting up. Which didn't happen. So, after briefly considering faking sickness or her death, after snuggling in her blankets and burying her face in her pillow; and after the alarm went off once more, she sighed and rolled out of bed.
Her feet padding softly on the floor, she entered her kitchen and absentmindedly opened two wrong cupboards before she found the one where she kept the coffee and sugar. As she waited for the water in the kettle to boil, she opened the fridge and blinked sleepily as she found it quite empty. She closed and opened it again, as if food would magically appear if she did.
Well, I'll grab something at the cafeteria I suppose. And I'll have to get groceries later…
There were a few drops of milk left, which she put in her coffee with a sigh.
Cup of coffee in hand, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn, she grabbed a watering can, filled it with water and headed to the living room.
Her plants had arrived in small doses, and still she was waiting for a few to arrive during the week. Apparently, transporting flora across continents proved to be more difficult than she had expected. Her Phytosanitary Certification took ages to come out and even with it, some of her flowers had to remain in Wyoming. That had really hurt her, but she knew they would be in good hands; and she hoped she would be able to get them all to Bucharest, sooner or later. From her normal collection of sixty plants, only twelve had been able to make the trip: the ones that she loved too much to leave behind and she knew would survive the trip. Everything else she had entrusted to her family and the rare or poisonous ones she had sent to her favorite teacher, back to the University of Wyoming. Of course she had already bought a few houseplants, since if her apartment didn't look like a greenhouse, it wouldn't feel like home.
She carefully watered them all; making sure that even in her sleepy state she gave each the proper amount of water, checked if any looked ill, trimmed a few stray leafs from her bonsai. Taking care of her plants usually occupied her for quite a long time, and she would probably be late; but she could never half-ass taking care of her babies, and she also couldn't wake up early enough to follow her morning routine at her leisure.
Finally finishing with the watering, she placed the watering can on the window still and reached for her coffee that lay on the table; which didn't go as planned. She knocked the cup over with her hand, splashing coffee all over the floor.
"Shit."
Great, now I will definitely be late, she thought as she grabbed the mop and bucket.
Five minutes later, the floor was clean and Chloe headed to the bathroom, only to puff with desperation.
Her hair was a complete bird's nest, and she didn't have time for anything but a quick shower.
"Lovely. Abso-fucking-lutely lovely!" she growled and grabbed a comb. Finally she managed to somehow untangle them and braid them into pigtails.
I'll put a beanie on, and I'll look great. Maybe.
She had just finished her shower and brushing her teeth when she heard her phone ring. Dumping her toothbrush she treaded to her nightstand and seeing the caller ID, she raised an eyebrow and picked up.
"Why the fuck are you awake?"
"Hello to you to, bitchy McBitch." Sophie's voice answered from the other line.
"Hey nerd!" she said, grinning "But seriously, what time is it there?"
"Relax, it's just 12:00, do the math!"
"Oh, I'm sorry for worrying about your well-being!" Chloe said in with a fake insulted tone.
"Oh, that's rich coming from you! I suppose waking me up at seven o'clock in the morning to tell me that your neighbor is hot was vital to my well-being."
Chloe gasped.
"How dare you?! That was a matter of utmost importance! You wouldn't understand!"
Sophie's signature snore like laugh echoed from the line.
"I miss you, Chlo."
"I miss you to, nerd." Chloe said with a smile "Mind if I put you on speaker? I'm getting ready for class."
"Sure go ahead!" Sophie said.
Chloe placed her phone on the table and headed for the bundle of clothes that through the course of her stay had slowly but surely migrated from her closet to a chair; grabbed a t-shirt and after a sniff and an approving nod, she put it on.
"So how are you doing? How's life without me?" she asked, pulling a pair of jeans over her legs.
"Agonizing." Sophie said drily.
"You're breaking my heart here, Phi-phi." Chloe said, travelling back to the bathroom
"It's been a month, Chlo, I got used to it, and it's not like we've lived in the same place for the past five years. Also if you call me Phi-phi one more time I will literally break your heart, along with every bone in your body."
"As you say, Phi-phi" she said placing the phone on the bathroom stall she fumbled around her make-up bag, looking for something.
"I'll ignore that. So how about you? Shouldn't you already be on the go?"
"Yeah, I was delayed." Chloe said, finally finding her mascara and hastily putting some on; just to make sure she didn't look dead.
"By what?"
"The bed. It was just refusing to let go of me." Chloe said seriously, retrieving some Chapstick from the depth of the bag.
"So clingy."
"Yep!" she said, smacking her lips and fumbling around the bag "Though I also had a futile quest for breakfast, took care of the babies and had to clean my floor, since I managed to spill my coffee."
"Well, that explains it." Sophie said, as Chloe found her rouge "What are doing now?"
"Make-up."
"Aren't you late?"
"Yep."
"Chloe I swear to god, get your butt-"
"Done!" Chloe smiled, throwing her stuff back in the bag "You happy?"
"Rarely."
Chloe rolled her eyes and went back to the living room, momentarily forgetting to take her phone, and running back to retrieve it.
"Did you just forget me?"
"Perhaps."
"Unbelievable."
"You love me." Chloe said, putting her boots on.
"I do, damn me." Sophie sighed "So are you a sexy beast, ready to conquer the men of Bucharest?"
Chloe snickered and grabbed her cardigan. Though it was only October, the cold in Romania was not be messed with.
"Yes, a true femme fatale." she said sarcastically, swinging her backpack over her shoulder and unlocking her door.
"Ready to woo the sexy neighbor?"
"Well, I would need to find him first!" Chloe said, and grabbed the phone "Can you wait for a sec?"
"Yep."
Chloe turned the speaker off, and locked the door while balancing her phone between shoulder and ear.
"Okay, we're good. Now as I was saying, the dude is seriously like a ghost! I only hear his door opening and closing, he barely makes a sound when he's in his apartment and I just catch glimpses of him here and there."
"Chloe, he's a vampire."
Chloe's laughter bounced off the walls of the building, as she started descending the stairs.
"Think about it! Enigmatic, mysterious, elusive, good-looking! It makes complete sense."
"I think mysterious and enigmatic mean basically the same thing."
"Details." Sophie huffed "Does he talk with a sexy Romanian accent?"
"We've never actually talked, and how could he not have Romanian accent while speaking Romanian?" Chloe said between giggles, not hearing the footsteps coming up the stairs.
"I mean in English, smarty-pants."
"I'm absolutely sure he doesn't speak English."
"So it all comes down to body language…So sexy."
"Should I drop my keys next time we see each other?"
"Oops, silly me, I dropped this, let me slowly bent to pick it up!"
Another outburst of giggles escaped Chloe's lips, but she drowned it as finally noticed someone coming up the stairs the opposite way.
"Well, speaking of the handsome devil…" she mumbled.
"What? He's there?!"
"Yep." Chloe said, smiling widely at him as their eyes met and silently muttered through her teeth "Oh my god Sophie, he so hot."
"Pretend that you're fainting."
"On the stairs?" Chloe said to the phone and waived hello as he nodded politely towards her, and she observed something that could only be a smirk on his lips.
"Oh my god he smiled at me, Sophie help, I'm gonna die, it should be illegal to look like that." she mumbled once again, keeping her smile intact until he was far behind her.
"Are you sure he doesn't speak English?"
"Yeah, don't worry; boss-ass-old lady told me she's sure he doesn't. Then again she told me that the first month he moved here she thought he was mute." Chloe said, now far away from hearing distance.
Sophie laughed.
"I love boss-ass-old lady."
"Yeah, she's awesome. But seriously, he has heard me express myself quite vividly once, and if he understood a single word that came out of my potty mouth, I think he would have looked even a little bit shocked.
"Oh dear, why were you upset?"
"Cause Madison's boyfriend decided to feed my Venus flytrap bacon, and now it's a goner!"
"Don't you have five of those demon plants?"
"Serena was family and she's dead Sophie! Dead!"
"Okay chill."
"I am chill!" Chloe screamed at the phone and Sophie laughed.
Chloe closed her eyes and heard the ridiculous laughter of her best friend, and for a moment really, really missed home.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally here!"
Chloe dropped her gaze to her feet, blushing.
"I'm sorry, professor."
The man puckered his lips in disdain.
"Take a seat, Chloe."
Chloe looked up at the auditorium, scanning the room; a girl with long brown hair waved at her and Chloe headed her way with a smile.
"I kept you a seat." the girl said, in a hushed tone.
"I love you."
"I know."
Chloe tried to stifle her laughter, as the girl winked. At that moment, she felt someone poking the back of her head.
"Where were you, freckles? We feared one of those piranha pants of yours ate you."
The boy seating behind her was tall, with golden tousled hair, baby-blue eyes framed by glasses and the cutest dimples. Chloe pouted.
"What do you all have against my poor Venus flytraps?"
"They are scary as hell?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"It's kinda true." the girl next to her agreed.
"Well, I'll have you know that-"
"Chloe, Ekaterina, Vasili!"
They all winced as the professor's raised voice cut their conversation.
"Unless you're talking about the matter of national identity, I fear you will have to write an essay on the subject for the next class."
"Actually sir, they were." a voice said from behind them "Chloe just pointed out how cultural identity seems to appear on varying levels among migrant families of different ethnicities."
Chloe turned to look at the final member of her new company, Andrei, a young man with brown hair and a thick beard; and gave him a huge smile as he winked at her.
"Is that what you were talking about, Chloe?"
"Yes sir."
"Would you then like to share your opinions with the class, instead of keeping them for your friends?"
"Of course sir." she said as sweetly as she could and started talking.
"You, Mr. Ardelean, are a true hero!" Vasili said, as they exited the class and patted Andrei in the back.
"Yeah, but why me?" Chloe asked in despair "Mr. Iliescu hates me!"
"Yes, but you actually do have an opinion on the subject!" Andrei said "You had something to talk about! Vasili over here would just stare at the ceiling and Kat would probably end up giving him a lecture about how much he sucks."
"Well, he would deserve it!" Ekaterina scoffed "That guy's an asshole!"
"Also, freckles, you were late, so you kinda deserved punishment." Vasili winked.
"Not true, I didn't do it for that!" Andrei exclaimed, as he opened the cafeteria door for them to pass.
"I know Andrei; you're a good person, unlike Mr. Smarty-pants over here!" Chloe said, glaring at Vasili "And I'm a woman with responsibilities, I have babies to feed!"
"Plants are not sentient, Chloe…" Vasili sighed, sitting down on a table.
"You are not sentient!" Chloe hissed at him.
"Oh, what a comeback, Chloe, you really shut him down there." said a monotone female voice.
With a scowl, Chloe turned to face a grinning Annika.
"Good morning to you too."
"Good morning there, Pipi Longstocking!" she said pointing at her braids with a crooked smirk as she joined their table "And good morning everyone. You all look grumpy."
"Spending the first three hours of your day with Prof Iliescu is rarely a cheerful affair…" Chloe growled "And to answer to your rude remark; complex comebacks go over Vasili's head."
"Hey!" Vasili exclaimed, but the rest laughed.
Chloe sat back and looked at her new friends, laughing and bickering with each other, and for a moment, she didn't miss home at all.
It was early afternoon when Chloe finally arrived back at Pantelimon district, ready to go home, take her pants off and spend the rest of her day in bed with a nice cup of coffee, some music and a good book.
But alas, grocery shopping had to come first.
Usually she shopped from the place Annika worked; which as she found out, belonged to Annika's uncle; who turned out to be a very unlikable person, so Chloe avoided shopping there in the afternoons, when she knew he was there. Also, the variety of products it provided was limited, and she had an entire fridge to store.
So she headed for the supermarket, which was admittedly much farther away from her home than she liked; walking that distance in the cold with heavy bags was not her ideal way of spending her afternoon. But she didn't have much of a choice.
In the supermarket, she grabbed a cart, throwing in some fruit and vegetables, milk, cereal, some sour cherry juice –something she had first tried here and loved- and a considerate amount of instant noodles and microwave meals.
So much for learning how to cook…Do I need shampoo? Yeah, I do.
Whistling, she went down the aisle, looking for her favorite shampoo; rose-scented for dyed hair. She had been using it for so long that the scent of it had become as much of an identifiable trait of hers as her appearance or voice.
She was about to put it in her cart when she paused, looked at it, and placed it back on the shelf. Instead, she picked a peach and honey scented one that was right next to her usual shampoo.
New life, new scent.
Aaaand let's get some TP and provisions for the monthly subscription to Satan's bloodbath and we're done!
Humming happily, she dumped her staff on the register, and tried to ignore the judgmental look the cashier gave her after scanning the seventh instant noodles package.
Jeez lady, I didn't kill your dog, calm yourself! I don't have time to cook…
She was also, maybe, kinda useless as a cook. Not for lack of trying; she just seemed to gloriously suck at it.
With a sigh, and still avoiding the woman's sharp gaze, she paid, thanked her, and hurriedly picked up her bags; almost dropping them.
Shit, they're heavy…
I really need to start working out.
Finally she managed to distribute the bags in each hand so that the weigh was relatively balanced; and out the door she went, dreaming of a nice hot bath, pajamas and coffee. Perhaps something sweet…
Nooooo I forgot to get desert!
She was too far away from the supermarket and about to despair, when she noticed a bakery in the corner.
Do I enter with shit-ton of bags just to appease my sweet-tooth?
She peered through the window, and her gaze fell on a lady taking a batch of freshly baked blueberry muffins out of the oven.
Yes. Yes I do.
Pausing for a minute, she distributed her purchases into as few bags as possible; looking admittedly less ridiculous.
Five minutes later, she was practically skipping down the street, two bags dangling from her right hand and one on the crook of her left elbow, along with a burning-hot muffin carefully held between her fingers, ready to be consumed as soon as it was cool enough.
Worth it.
As she entered her building, not even the sight of the stairs could make her mood drop. Climbing the steps with a happy bounce, she smiled at two of the girls talking on the corridor of the first floor, made her mandatory stop at the fourth floor to catch her breath , and felt a flicker of hope as she finally climbed the steps between fifth and sixth floor.
Almost there!
That's was when the bag dangling from her left arm ripped.
Almost in slow motion, she saw food and products plummeting down the stairs, her hand that was suddenly relived of weight jerking up, the muffin slipping from her fingers and forming an arch in the air.
Time started again, as the muffin landed on the intermediate landing with a loud "splat", and a bottle of sour-cherry juice exploded as it hit the ground; splashing on the walls, floor, and Chloe.
Chloe stood still, blinking in shock; covered from head to toe with dripping red liquid, still holding the blue torn bag in midair. A can of beans was still tumbling down the stairs, making her wince at every "clang" it produced while falling down each step; until it finally stopped.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the piece of torn plastic in her hand, then at her clothes, then at her muffin. Very calmly, she put the two remaining bags down, pulled the torn one off her arm, sat down on the steps, and buried her face in her palms.
And screeched.
Fuck me, fuck this shit, no, no, no, it was turning out to be a good day, a damn good day, I had a nice muffin, what the fuck, what the fuck karma?
And that's when, too late, she heard steps coming up the stairs.
Chloe's head jerked up in shock.
Oh shit a neighbor, shit I was screaming, shit what do I-
And then she froze as the owner of the footsteps appeared on the landing, holding the accursed can of beans.
She sat there, drenched in bright red juice, surrounded by scattered packages of instant noodles, apples, tampons, and a sad bunch of crumbs that used to be her dreamy muffin; staring in horror at the big blue eyes of her next door neighbor.
He look around, then back at her, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Are you alright?"
One heartbeat.
Two heartbeats.
Shit.
"Miss?"
She remained looking at him with eyes as wide as plates, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water.
You speak English. He speaks English. I'm covered in cherry juice.
She barely managed to stop herself from bursting into hysterical laugher. Instead, she finally managed to stop gawking at him and found her voice.
"Yeah, I'm, um, fine! Thank you! S-sorry for the mess!"
He looked around.
"What happened?"
She slowly raised the ripped plastic bag and grimaced.
"The b-bag committed horrible treachery?" she said, her voice rising slightly at end, making it sound like a question.
A hint of a smile appeared on his lips and he exhaled sharply through his nose in amusement, yet with a pitying look in his eyes.
"Do you want help?" he asked, motioning towards the mess.
"Oh, no, please, I wouldn't want to trouble you, I'll, um, I'll manage, no need to waste your time!"
Girl calm down! He'll think you're neurotic!
"I don't have something to do right now, don't worry."
Chloe couldn't stop herself from smiling at him in complete and utter gratitude.
"T-Thank you so much, Mr.…?"
"Sergiu Gheorghescu." he said, extending hand.
Chloe smiled and was about to shake his hand when she realized hers was covered with drying, sticky cherry juice.
"Chloe Paylor." she said with an apologetic smile as she raised her hand to show him it would probably be better if she didn't touch his.
He offered her a small smile and Chloe felt her face burning.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Paylor."
Chloe shook her hands in panic.
"Oh, no, please call me Chloe! Ms. Paylor makes me feel like my grandma!"
He nodded.
"Chloe it is then."
She smiled and looked at him, waiting.
Silence fell, and suddenly Chloe realized she was staring. Again.
Jerking herself back to her feet and looking around, she cleared her throat.
"Yeah, I should, um, probably get on picking these up." she smiled, feeling as awkward as she did when she was thirteen and asking her crush out.
He nodded, and hell-bent on not making more of a fool of herself, Chloe started picking up stuff and gathering them in her arms.
He speaks English. I called Maddie's boyfriend a wankefaced arsebadger in front of him. I-
Shit.
She stared at the floor in complete and utter horror.
The phone call with Sophie this morning.
No.
Noooooooooo!
God's why?!
"So…" his voice came from behind her; he was gathering stuff from the floor too.
She almost dropped everything and ran away to hide away in a hole to never be seen by humanity ever again.
Stop acting like you didn't hear, you heard, I know you did, I'm a lonely crazy plant lady who lives off of microwave food!
"You're American, right?"
Chloe, taking a deep calming breath and avoiding his eyes, made herself smile as she balanced a box of cereal on her pile.
"Yes, yes I am!"
"Where from?"
"Wyoming." she said pleasantly "It's um-"
"The cowboy state." he said matter-of-factly.
Chloe smiled then in complete honesty and gave him an impressed look.
"Yeah, it is!"
He nodded and approached her, standing right in front of her with a few of her things in his arms.
Chloe blinked and looked at him.
"What?"
"Won't you give me those?" he said, pointing at her full hands.
Chloe shook her head in surprise.
"T-There's really no need for-" she began to say, but he was already removing them from her hands and taking them in his own.
"But-" she tried to protest, but a severe look from him made her stop.
"You sir, are the most aggressively polite person I've met." Chloe said with an awed smile.
He didn't answer to that, but grabbed the remaining plastic bags.
"Wait no!" Chloe exclaimed "I will get those."
"There is no need."
Chloe huffed and walked up to him, trying to put on a face of authority.
"You will give me those bags, or I…I will refuse to unlock my house, and you'll have to take those. Yes."
He stared at her in silence. Chloe clenched her jaw, and raised her chin in defiance, trying to keep herself calm under his piercing blue gaze.
Oh, I see you, you little bastard. If you think your smolder will bend my will, you are sorely mistaken.
Finally, and after a few seconds of an intense staring contest, he extended a single bag towards her.
"Both." Chloe said curtly.
"One." he said, and his tone was so definitive that Chloe decided that this was a fight she could not win.
"Fine…" she groaned and took the bag.
Looking back, she saw the mess that still adorned the stairs: cherry juice and the fallen muffin. Seeing the last, Chloe whined piteously.
"My muffin…" she lamented.
He followed her gaze and gave her a solemn look.
"I'm sorry for your loss."
Chloe turned and looked at with raised eyebrows.
"Are you making fun of me, Mr. Gheorghescu?!"
He didn't answer, but started climbing the stairs.
With a surprised puff, she followed him.
"So, how did a girl from Wyoming find herself in Bucharest?" he asked when she caught up with him.
"My Master's degree. American Universities cost you a fortune, a blood sacrifice and your first born child, so…" she said her voice trailing off.
"What do you study?"
"Ethnology, Cultural Anthropology, and Folklore."
"That sounds interesting."
"It is, most of the time."
"Was your first degree associated with that?"
"No, not really, it's in, um, in botany."
He stopped on his tracks and looked at her.
"Botany?"
"Yes." Chloe said while digging in her backpack for her keys, as they reached their floor and placed the grocery bags next to her door.
"How are those two associated?"
"Well, I'm glad you asked!" Chloe smiled, looking up from her quest "You see as a botanist, my main focus has always been taxonomy, that's the branch that basically tracks down all the different kinds of plants and puts them in families and larger groups and so on…" she explained "and I always found that I wanted to write a…hmm…let's say an encyclopedia that contains detailed descriptions of all plants, sketches and information about their taxonomy and uses and so on. That kind of thing exists of course, but what is usually overlooked is the cultural influence of the plant; for example most flowers have been assigned some symbolism throughout the ages and in different cultures or they are part of myths and songs and so on and that's where folklore comes in and…I'm blabbering, ain't I? I must have bored you to death with my yapping!"
"No, not at all." he said, leaning on the wall between their doors "It sounds like a very interesting project."
Chloe smiled.
"You're just being polite; if I start talking about plants I never shut up."
"Everyone does that about things they're passionate about." he assured her.
Chloe smiled at him, beaming.
What a nice guy.
And good looking.
And I've made a complete fool of myself.
Gaaaaaaaaah.
"So have you been to the States?" she asked to break the silence.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, you uh, no one even knows where Wyoming is, let alone its nickname, and you really don't have a hint of Romania accent, so I assumed you've spent some time there."
The expression on his face was one that she could not decode, not until a small smile appeared on his lips, and she realized it was melancholy.
"Yeah, I've been to the America."
She leaned on her door, waiting for the story.
And waited.
And waited.
Aaaand that's all you get Chloe.
Clearing her throat, she straightened up and nodded at his full hands.
"I'm sorry, so rude of me to have you holding those while I chatter about plants!" she said, manically looking for her keys.
"No, I enjoyed talking."
"Me too!" she said, finally fishing them from the depths of her bag and unlocking the door. As she opened the door she put the two groceries bags inside and extended her hands for him to place all loose products in her embrace.
He did so carefully, balancing each and every one with precision.
"Thank you so much!" Chloe said with absolute and sincere gratitude "For everything."
"No problem."
She lingered in her doorway a bit.
"Would you like to come in for some coffee? The house's a bit of a mess, but-"
"No, it's alright, thank you." he declined politely "I just had tea with Mrs. Konstantinidou."
"Oh, I see…" she said, trying to mask her disappointment "Perhaps another time. I will have to go clean the stairs too."
He nodded.
"Well, it was nice talking to you!"
"Same for me."
"Thank you again!" she said, feeling more and more awkward "See you around!"
Again, he just nodded and unlocked his door, giving her a final small smile.
Chloe shut her door and immediately leaned against it; holding onto the things in her hands tightly.
Taking a deep breath she looked up.
Alright karma. You might actually be okay, after all.
Then she looked down at her shirt.
I need to take a bath.
Song of the chapter:
Tongue tied –Wanda Jackson
