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be ridiculous," she said.
"I'm not. You're too young to be gallivanting all over San Francisco by yourself. It's dangerous."
"It has nothing to do with how old I am, and you know it." She paused. "And did you just say the word gallivanting ?" she asked, laughing a little.
I shot her a little smile. We walked several paces in silence before I spoke again.
"I can't help but worry about you, Lexi."
"I'll be fine. If Andy's home, I'll see if he wants to go with me."
We'd gotten to know Andy quite a bit during the past week. He was a good guy. I trusted him and was happy with the idea of him accompanying her. It only helped ease my mind that he had a frail stature and could easily be overpowered.
"Either way, I'm giving you my mace and maybe even one of my knives to carry with you," I said. "Promise me you'll carry them in your purse."
"I promise, Laney, but seriously, you have to settle down. You're gonna make us both crazy worrying about me so much."
"I'm trying," I said. I meant it, I was trying my best, but it was incredibly difficult.
We didn't speak for a minute or so. We were almost home when she said, "I get the wooden one."
"What?" I asked.
"The one with the wood handle. That one's my favorite."
I was completely confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The knife. You said I had to carry a knife and I was saying I wanted the one with the wood handle," she paused and giggled. "But I was just kidding. I know you just got that one."
"Yeah," I said. My heart fell from my chest and landed in my gut somewhere as I thought of that knife and where it ended up. "I just got that one. I'll hook you up with my silver one."
Chapter 8
Rita Williams warned me that Peter Craig was a little eccentric, but I wasn't quite prepared for the character I met the following morning.
I showed up at his studio at 10am just as he instructed. The exterior seemed like a mix of a business and a residence, and I had a hard time deciding whether or not I should knock or just open the door.
I decided to knock. I stood there for a full minute before Peter answered the door. I'd seen a photo of him on the internet, but he must have been on his best behavior when it was taken, because the man who stood in front of me was one of the wildest looking people I'd ever seen. Maybe it was that his white hair was standing on end as if he'd just been electrocuted. Maybe it was that he was wearing about five different patterns including paisley, plaid, and polka dots. Maybe it was that he stared at me open-mouthed through perfectly round spectacles.
"Aren't you gonna state your business?" he asked after we stood there and stared at each other for a few seconds.
"I, uh, I thought you were expecting me," I stuttered. "I'm Laney."
He continued to stare, slack-jawed.
"Are you Peter Craig?" I asked timidly. He was holding a glasscutter in his hand and he used it to tap on the small plaque that was mounted by the door, which clearly stated that I was standing at the entrance of Brushfire Studios, owner, Peter Craig.
I giggled nervously as he continued to stare at me. "I thought you'd have dreadlocks or something, or at least not show up like you just got off work at a hardware store."
I let out another nervous giggle and glanced down at my trusty jeans and t-shirt. I thought he was just making a random guess about the hardware store thing, but when I looked down I realized I was wearing one of my Callahan's t-shirts.
"I worked at a hardware store before I moved here," I said. "That's how I met Mrs. Williams."
"Rita told me you were skilled beyond your knowledge," he said. "She said you were a rare talent. She basically begged me to let you come study with me." He wore a serious expression that made me wonder whether or not he was happy about seeing me there.
"She said you were the best," I said, hoping to put him at ease a little.
"I don't take students," he said. He tilted his head back and did a thorough inspection
"I'm not. You're too young to be gallivanting all over San Francisco by yourself. It's dangerous."
"It has nothing to do with how old I am, and you know it." She paused. "And did you just say the word gallivanting ?" she asked, laughing a little.
I shot her a little smile. We walked several paces in silence before I spoke again.
"I can't help but worry about you, Lexi."
"I'll be fine. If Andy's home, I'll see if he wants to go with me."
We'd gotten to know Andy quite a bit during the past week. He was a good guy. I trusted him and was happy with the idea of him accompanying her. It only helped ease my mind that he had a frail stature and could easily be overpowered.
"Either way, I'm giving you my mace and maybe even one of my knives to carry with you," I said. "Promise me you'll carry them in your purse."
"I promise, Laney, but seriously, you have to settle down. You're gonna make us both crazy worrying about me so much."
"I'm trying," I said. I meant it, I was trying my best, but it was incredibly difficult.
We didn't speak for a minute or so. We were almost home when she said, "I get the wooden one."
"What?" I asked.
"The one with the wood handle. That one's my favorite."
I was completely confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The knife. You said I had to carry a knife and I was saying I wanted the one with the wood handle," she paused and giggled. "But I was just kidding. I know you just got that one."
"Yeah," I said. My heart fell from my chest and landed in my gut somewhere as I thought of that knife and where it ended up. "I just got that one. I'll hook you up with my silver one."
Chapter 8
Rita Williams warned me that Peter Craig was a little eccentric, but I wasn't quite prepared for the character I met the following morning.
I showed up at his studio at 10am just as he instructed. The exterior seemed like a mix of a business and a residence, and I had a hard time deciding whether or not I should knock or just open the door.
I decided to knock. I stood there for a full minute before Peter answered the door. I'd seen a photo of him on the internet, but he must have been on his best behavior when it was taken, because the man who stood in front of me was one of the wildest looking people I'd ever seen. Maybe it was that his white hair was standing on end as if he'd just been electrocuted. Maybe it was that he was wearing about five different patterns including paisley, plaid, and polka dots. Maybe it was that he stared at me open-mouthed through perfectly round spectacles.
"Aren't you gonna state your business?" he asked after we stood there and stared at each other for a few seconds.
"I, uh, I thought you were expecting me," I stuttered. "I'm Laney."
He continued to stare, slack-jawed.
"Are you Peter Craig?" I asked timidly. He was holding a glasscutter in his hand and he used it to tap on the small plaque that was mounted by the door, which clearly stated that I was standing at the entrance of Brushfire Studios, owner, Peter Craig.
I giggled nervously as he continued to stare at me. "I thought you'd have dreadlocks or something, or at least not show up like you just got off work at a hardware store."
I let out another nervous giggle and glanced down at my trusty jeans and t-shirt. I thought he was just making a random guess about the hardware store thing, but when I looked down I realized I was wearing one of my Callahan's t-shirts.
"I worked at a hardware store before I moved here," I said. "That's how I met Mrs. Williams."
"Rita told me you were skilled beyond your knowledge," he said. "She said you were a rare talent. She basically begged me to let you come study with me." He wore a serious expression that made me wonder whether or not he was happy about seeing me there.
"She said you were the best," I said, hoping to put him at ease a little.
"I don't take students," he said. He tilted his head back and did a thorough inspection
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