Samuel finally decided to sit in the couch, covering himself with his three blankets, looking at the woman going from one place to another.
Soon Edna handed him a cup, filled with a fragrant hot tea, which he took, looking at the content.
- ¿Tea?- He looked at her, while smelled the drink- ¿Where'd you get tea?
- From the same place that these- She gave him a couple of bars of pure chocolate, sitting next him- From my backpack.
- Ho- He smiled, blowing his cup- I had forgotten that you bring all there.
She looked at him, as if that was obvious, while she covered herself with his blankets and took his own cup.
- Hey- He hit imperceptibly his partner's thigh.
Edna looked him while he watched her and open its own blanket and indicate the place, at his side.
- Come on... I'm cold- He muttered Sam.
The woman smiled, approaching her cup and blankets, to snuggle into his chest and feel as he covered her with blankets and he passed his arm below the cloth, on her neck, to have it as close as possible.
She took a swig of her hot drink, listening to the wind hit the house, shake planks, gnashing woods.
- God...- She trembled- I hope this does not come down.
- I doubt it- He drank.
Shaareim began rubbing his chest, a little uncomfortable and painful.
- ¿The infection?- He noted, rubbing her arm.
- Yes- She complained- Between the cold and fear...
- ¿Fear? ¿What do you say? ¿To what?
- To the roof to fall on our... And the ghosts...
- Don't start, please...- He drank his tea.
- You do not know what state the roof...
- Don't try to play dumb, you know very well what I mean.
- Even if you don't believe, that exist- She murmured, finishing his cup of tea.
- Try not to mention that...
- What?- She left the cup aside and turned to curl up beside him- ¿The madhouse of Quebec?
- God- He sighed, also finished drinking.
- You saw it, Sam, you saw it. The fucking chair moved alone.
- It was a slope, Edna...- He pulled the cup apart.
- ¿So the move occurred to get around this gap after fifty years? And the…?
- The label fell off the box- He came forward- Yeah... I told you, we are three there. The most obvious, we generate a stream of air and fell for it.
- ¿And the shadow?
- When you saw the shadow you were already too hysterical to see so many ghosts- He laugh.
- Don't laugh, it's not funny... - She put serious face.
- Only you saw all that... Neither Nathan or me.
- It's a matter of having the ability to see them. If it was that simple, everyone would.
- Exactly. Nobody sees them. And even if only you see them, they never do anything. Even if here is an ancient demon here, the most he can do is nothing at all.
- Surely someone has died of cold here, and his soul still haunts these walls, while you will make jokes to the spirit world- She shook her head.
- Sure…
- We are in the East, here it is full of spirits, and stories even more older than your tales of pirates.
- Is not the same, a biography of a marine looter that the subjective experience of any ghost.
- Have more respect Sam...
- No one died, calm down- He smiled- And if he died, no matter, because ghosts do not exist.
- Ok…- She muttered.
- It's amazing that with observant who you are, you even still believe in that...
- Samuel...
- You having seen so many things, analyzed thousands more, and worries to you a complete and theoretical mass ethereal entity that does nothing.
- Morgan...
He kept his mouth shut, even when he had more to say. Edna only called him by his "real" surname when he was nearing the end of her patience. He knew, if he continued after that point, the more possible she was really angry. And her, angry, was to be feared. Not for physical damage, she never hit more than a joke, but because she became very sarcastic, very acidic and even, slightly wounding. Luckily she barely had so severely angry a couple of times.
And Samuel had to admit, he hated crossing the "Morgan" level of anger. He adored her, precisely, by her way of being sweet and adorable, things that disappeared when she was angry.
In his mind he recalled, she also neither call him Drake, except at times of serious professional front someone. And rarely she called him Samuel. She lived naming him Sam. Also, there was a nickname more. Samy. He continually sought the way for her to call him in that way. He loved to hear how she said it, even more so because she used it when he needed a favor or he was strangely very affectionate. And in those cases, her voice was becoming extremely sweet and melodious.
It was the same word what made him realize that he was in love with her, when he turned 21. At that time, and after some time with her, suspecting his feelings, the woman appeared on his birthday, with a box of Cuban cigars of the highest quality, stolen from somewhere.
Edna had told him "You were looking for one of these, so I stole it for you. Happy Birthday Samy" as he offered one of his most adorable smiles. It was at that moment when Cupid's arrow through him completely. That word was the tip of the arrow.
Leaving think, he looked at her. The woman was still curled up on his chest, but with a serious look slightly tinged with concern.
- Hey- He tried to see her eyes, bending down a little- Princess. Forgive me ¿Yes? I just wanted to distract you.
- Mjm...- She looked away.
- ¿You are angry with me?- He put his best face puppy.
- You're not the hub of the universe, Sam- She looked at him.
- ¿So? ¿Why the long face?
- Because I'm hearing things... outside- She looked back at her side.
- There is a wind of hell, they should be flying up the bears...
- Mjm...
- Edy...- He squeezed her a little against him, with tender voice- If a ghost appears, I got it. If something attacks you, I will defend you. Be a wolf, Bigfoot, a crazy Tibetan monk or a possessed demon. ¿Yes? I'm here.
- There may be Jigous not Bigfoot- She smiled.
- If you are attacked, I will not ask her name or species, I'll break his neck.
- Ok…
- ¿We are fine?- He again tried to see his eyes, with lovely look.
- ¿When we don't?
Edna settled well a piece of blanket which he had moved and a left a little discovered to Drake. He returned to squeeze her hard, charmed by her treatment. Even the fear of ghosts and his passenger anger, she always found a way to take care of him, in her own way.
Jigou is the Tibetan name of the Yetis