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Authors: Cindy C Bennett
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dinner, and my surprise, and still be able to climb my tower?
I have my ways . . . Be there at six?
Rapunzel looked at the clock. It was now 4:30. It could be 5:59 and it wouldn’t matter. It wasn’t like she had anything pressing or anywhere to be.
I’ll be here.
* * *
Rapunzel stood at the window, holding Angel in her hand. The little bird had returned for more seeds and more neck massaging. She was glad not only for the companionship of her friend, but also for the excuse to stand at the window and watch for Fane. It was nearly 6:15, and she tried not to believe she’d been stood up. She couldn’t stop the single tear escaping and landing on Angel. Angel shook the wetness free from her feathers, bringing a reluctant smile to Rapunzel’s face.
Suddenly Angel took flight with a high tweet. Rapunzel watched her downward flight until she disappeared around the corner of the house. A brilliant smile lit her face as she saw Fane’s dark head peek around that same corner. He looked left and right before glancing behind him. Finally his gaze found hers, and he lifted a hand in salutation.
He ran over to the bottom of the trellis and began his precarious climb, a lumpy bag on his back. He climbed over the windowsill with a grin, which she matched.
“Hey there, hottie,” he said.
Rapunzel couldn’t stop the blush infusing her cheeks, to which he responded with a laugh. Refusing to give him any further satisfaction, she responded, “Hey there, Fab.”
“Ah,” he said teasingly, “she finally understands my true nature.”
“You really like yourself, don’t you?”
“Yes. And so do you—don’t deny it.” His eyes sparkled with humor as he shrugged the bag off his shoulders.
“Is that what you brought me?” she asked, pointedly avoiding his question. “A bag to carry on my shoulders?”
“No, Rapunzel, I didn’t bring you a backpack. It’s what’s inside the backpack that counts.”
He strode into the kitchen area, Rapunzel following curiously. He set the bag on the counter and opened it, and she moved closer. He looked at her, suddenly stopping.
“Hey,” Fane said. “You braided your hair.”
“Yes,” she said, fingering it self-consciously.
He walked next to her, touching it, lifting the heavy mass from where the tip of it barely brushed the floor. “That must take a while to do, huh?”
“It’s not so bad,” she said. “I braid it most days. It makes it much easier to maneuver.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” he said. “How heavy is your hair?”
Rapunzel gathered the bulk of it up and laid it on his arms to join the small amount he held.
“Holy crap! That’s heavy. How in the world do you lug that around all day?”
“I’m used to it, I guess.”
“Doesn’t it give you a headache?”
“Sometimes.” She shrugged.
Fane released the hair slowly, not letting it drop in one move. He placed his hands on both sides of her neck. A funny feeling zoomed its way up her spine at his touch. His hands were gentle as his fingers kneaded her neck.
“Good neck muscles, huh?” he asked, releasing her. Rapunzel couldn’t answer, deeply affected by the sensations caused by his touch. Fane seemed unfazed, moving back toward his backpack. He pulled out a flat, greasy box. “The pizza’s probably a little smooshed from being sideways, but it’ll still taste good.” He pulled out a smaller package wrapped in foil. “Garlic bread,” he announced with a grin.
Rapunzel breathed in the intoxicating smell. She’d never tasted either pizza or garlic bread, but they smelled heavenly. She pulled two plates from the cabinet and set them on the counter. Fane opened the box and maneuvered the soggy mass back into a shape that somewhat resembled a circle. He placed a piece on each plate before unwrapping the foil and placing a piece of bread on each.
Rapunzel sat next to him and took her first bite of pizza. Her eyes widened as she glanced at Fane. A smile spread across her face as
I have my ways . . . Be there at six?
Rapunzel looked at the clock. It was now 4:30. It could be 5:59 and it wouldn’t matter. It wasn’t like she had anything pressing or anywhere to be.
I’ll be here.
* * *
Rapunzel stood at the window, holding Angel in her hand. The little bird had returned for more seeds and more neck massaging. She was glad not only for the companionship of her friend, but also for the excuse to stand at the window and watch for Fane. It was nearly 6:15, and she tried not to believe she’d been stood up. She couldn’t stop the single tear escaping and landing on Angel. Angel shook the wetness free from her feathers, bringing a reluctant smile to Rapunzel’s face.
Suddenly Angel took flight with a high tweet. Rapunzel watched her downward flight until she disappeared around the corner of the house. A brilliant smile lit her face as she saw Fane’s dark head peek around that same corner. He looked left and right before glancing behind him. Finally his gaze found hers, and he lifted a hand in salutation.
He ran over to the bottom of the trellis and began his precarious climb, a lumpy bag on his back. He climbed over the windowsill with a grin, which she matched.
“Hey there, hottie,” he said.
Rapunzel couldn’t stop the blush infusing her cheeks, to which he responded with a laugh. Refusing to give him any further satisfaction, she responded, “Hey there, Fab.”
“Ah,” he said teasingly, “she finally understands my true nature.”
“You really like yourself, don’t you?”
“Yes. And so do you—don’t deny it.” His eyes sparkled with humor as he shrugged the bag off his shoulders.
“Is that what you brought me?” she asked, pointedly avoiding his question. “A bag to carry on my shoulders?”
“No, Rapunzel, I didn’t bring you a backpack. It’s what’s inside the backpack that counts.”
He strode into the kitchen area, Rapunzel following curiously. He set the bag on the counter and opened it, and she moved closer. He looked at her, suddenly stopping.
“Hey,” Fane said. “You braided your hair.”
“Yes,” she said, fingering it self-consciously.
He walked next to her, touching it, lifting the heavy mass from where the tip of it barely brushed the floor. “That must take a while to do, huh?”
“It’s not so bad,” she said. “I braid it most days. It makes it much easier to maneuver.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” he said. “How heavy is your hair?”
Rapunzel gathered the bulk of it up and laid it on his arms to join the small amount he held.
“Holy crap! That’s heavy. How in the world do you lug that around all day?”
“I’m used to it, I guess.”
“Doesn’t it give you a headache?”
“Sometimes.” She shrugged.
Fane released the hair slowly, not letting it drop in one move. He placed his hands on both sides of her neck. A funny feeling zoomed its way up her spine at his touch. His hands were gentle as his fingers kneaded her neck.
“Good neck muscles, huh?” he asked, releasing her. Rapunzel couldn’t answer, deeply affected by the sensations caused by his touch. Fane seemed unfazed, moving back toward his backpack. He pulled out a flat, greasy box. “The pizza’s probably a little smooshed from being sideways, but it’ll still taste good.” He pulled out a smaller package wrapped in foil. “Garlic bread,” he announced with a grin.
Rapunzel breathed in the intoxicating smell. She’d never tasted either pizza or garlic bread, but they smelled heavenly. She pulled two plates from the cabinet and set them on the counter. Fane opened the box and maneuvered the soggy mass back into a shape that somewhat resembled a circle. He placed a piece on each plate before unwrapping the foil and placing a piece of bread on each.
Rapunzel sat next to him and took her first bite of pizza. Her eyes widened as she glanced at Fane. A smile spread across her face as
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