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watching TV in solitude while I knew my parents and Charlie mourned me, having to deal with bad attitudes, and that was only if I wasn't being completely ignored, my honey well had officially run dry. All I had to offer now was vinaigrette. Bon appetite.
“Harold, we're treading in dangerous waters. I've got no honey left.” I gripped the steering wheel, trying to hang on to the temper set off from too few explanations and far too many expectations.
“ I don’t have honey. If it's such a problem, go to the supermarket.”
I turned and glared at him. “I'm not surprised you have no honey.”
His face made it clear he thought I was crazy. I didn't care. If I was starting to lose my mind, they were to blame.
I pulled up to the address of a sprawling beach mansion. Before I could ask what we were there for, I knew.
Fate was heading toward the car. Two things came to mind. That better not be where he lives and he better not be coming with me.
“Did you need to talk to him for a minute?” I asked Harold, clinging to hope.
“ No. He's going with you.”
Harold ignored my scream of “Absolutely not!” and got out of the car anyway.
Then he was there.
I saw Hank pull up in the Mercedes behind me as Fate took Harold's spot and sat in my front seat. I didn't want him in my Honda.
Neither Fate nor I said a word to each other in greeting.
He finally spoke first. “Do you plan on driving? I've got things to do besides babysit you.”
“ I was hoping if I ignored you, you'd get out.”
“ Wish I could. But the bottom line is you need to learn the ropes and I'm the best equipped to teach you.”
No wonder I had no honey left.
I put the car in gear and my Honda's engine whined slightly , as if she resented his presence as much as I did.
“ This is my job, so don't think you're going to get all bossy on me either.”
“ Whatever, transfer. We both know you have no clue what's going on.” He hand cranked up his window and turned on the air conditioning full blast, which made my old Honda wheeze like it had a pack a day habit.
I white knuckled the steering wheel and headed out. Eighteen days left, that was it.
I pulled into a spot near the coffee bar, after stewing over his last comment the whole ride over. If Harold didn't know, I bet he didn't either.
“ Fine. You're right. I have no idea what we're here to do. Why don't you tell me?”
“ It's your job. I won't know until you do.”
“ If you, the so called experienced one in charge, are clueless,” yes, I'm petty and that dig was extremely necessary to my emotional well being, “how am I supposed to know?”
“ Because, this is how it works.”
“ Well, thanks for the big heads up.” I shouted at his back, since he was already getting out of the car and heading toward the coffee shop alone.
It didn't look like he was planning to wait for me but I knew I had to do this, active participation and all. I got out and took my time making it inside.
Even if I wasn't particularly fond of him, I wasn't sure I was ready to go it alone, not after I found out I could literally vaporize myself. Even if Fate was a bit of an ass, I didn't doubt his competence.
I found a free table toward the front windows when I entered, while he was in line. I heard the girl at the cashier giggling flirtatiously and caught Fate smiling back, equally friendly. So, it was just me he instantly disliked.
When he returned with two cups I was actually surprised. Did he buy me a coffee?
He sat across the table, and I forced the words “Thank you,” out, even if it felt like chewing on sand to do it.
“ And now?” Between my dislike of him for how he treated me and the unsettling feelings I had being near him, I was watching the second hand on the clock tick away all too slowly.
“ Now we wait.”
Ten to twelve, six more revolutions it had to swing around. Neither of us bothered to make small talk. Of all the things I wanted to know, I didn't bother asking him or we
“Harold, we're treading in dangerous waters. I've got no honey left.” I gripped the steering wheel, trying to hang on to the temper set off from too few explanations and far too many expectations.
“ I don’t have honey. If it's such a problem, go to the supermarket.”
I turned and glared at him. “I'm not surprised you have no honey.”
His face made it clear he thought I was crazy. I didn't care. If I was starting to lose my mind, they were to blame.
I pulled up to the address of a sprawling beach mansion. Before I could ask what we were there for, I knew.
Fate was heading toward the car. Two things came to mind. That better not be where he lives and he better not be coming with me.
“Did you need to talk to him for a minute?” I asked Harold, clinging to hope.
“ No. He's going with you.”
Harold ignored my scream of “Absolutely not!” and got out of the car anyway.
Then he was there.
I saw Hank pull up in the Mercedes behind me as Fate took Harold's spot and sat in my front seat. I didn't want him in my Honda.
Neither Fate nor I said a word to each other in greeting.
He finally spoke first. “Do you plan on driving? I've got things to do besides babysit you.”
“ I was hoping if I ignored you, you'd get out.”
“ Wish I could. But the bottom line is you need to learn the ropes and I'm the best equipped to teach you.”
No wonder I had no honey left.
I put the car in gear and my Honda's engine whined slightly , as if she resented his presence as much as I did.
“ This is my job, so don't think you're going to get all bossy on me either.”
“ Whatever, transfer. We both know you have no clue what's going on.” He hand cranked up his window and turned on the air conditioning full blast, which made my old Honda wheeze like it had a pack a day habit.
I white knuckled the steering wheel and headed out. Eighteen days left, that was it.
I pulled into a spot near the coffee bar, after stewing over his last comment the whole ride over. If Harold didn't know, I bet he didn't either.
“ Fine. You're right. I have no idea what we're here to do. Why don't you tell me?”
“ It's your job. I won't know until you do.”
“ If you, the so called experienced one in charge, are clueless,” yes, I'm petty and that dig was extremely necessary to my emotional well being, “how am I supposed to know?”
“ Because, this is how it works.”
“ Well, thanks for the big heads up.” I shouted at his back, since he was already getting out of the car and heading toward the coffee shop alone.
It didn't look like he was planning to wait for me but I knew I had to do this, active participation and all. I got out and took my time making it inside.
Even if I wasn't particularly fond of him, I wasn't sure I was ready to go it alone, not after I found out I could literally vaporize myself. Even if Fate was a bit of an ass, I didn't doubt his competence.
I found a free table toward the front windows when I entered, while he was in line. I heard the girl at the cashier giggling flirtatiously and caught Fate smiling back, equally friendly. So, it was just me he instantly disliked.
When he returned with two cups I was actually surprised. Did he buy me a coffee?
He sat across the table, and I forced the words “Thank you,” out, even if it felt like chewing on sand to do it.
“ And now?” Between my dislike of him for how he treated me and the unsettling feelings I had being near him, I was watching the second hand on the clock tick away all too slowly.
“ Now we wait.”
Ten to twelve, six more revolutions it had to swing around. Neither of us bothered to make small talk. Of all the things I wanted to know, I didn't bother asking him or we
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