A weedy male with a salad bowl haircut and a face that would make alien abduction stories believable, stepped up beside them. I assumed he was the newest addition to the LSS. Great! Another little upstart! Just what I need!
‘This is Bruce.’ Liesel barely moved her lips. She mumbled something I could not catch, then said, ‘He’s taking your place…Sorry things didn’t work out.’
‘Yes, I get it. I didn’t want to hurt you.’ Günter leaned closer and gently brushed his hand across my cheek. I clasped his hand in mine. Usually at this point of the relationship, I return the hand to its owner and proceed to give the owner a lecture based on the ground rules of too much physical familiarity breeds regret and that based on my Christian principals… However, in the case of Günter, and I guess Fox back in Strahan, my principals had taken a hike, and my presence of mind had joined them. I regretted what happened in Strahan.
Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (52)"Too fast. Way too fast. I had an uneasy sense—all was not as it appeared to be. He was the Captain. I was his subordinate and trapped in this cove. ‘I’m not so sure, anymore.’
I began to walk away from him.
He padded after me. ‘I’m sorry, did I come across too strong. I just thought—you—and me…’
‘You know, I am always amazed at who one finds behind sheds.’ I broke the trance of silence. I hate silences.
‘Holly, you are here.’ Günter gave me a sideways glance. I was on one side of the surfboard and he was on the other side.
‘Yes, I am here,’ I replied. I was unsure how to act. Right there, right at that moment, Günter was hot—in more ways than one. Perspiration dripped down his cheek. But I was unsure. Would he stay that way? ‘Why here? What’s the deal with the behind the shed business?’ I pushed for a reaction. ‘Oh, god, you don’t smoke or take drugs, do you?’
A waiter collected my plate. What appeared to be a bill lay in the space before me. Günter caught my eye as I picked up the paper.
‘Meet me by the shed in ten minutes’, were the words written on the note; words written in English. Why English?
The Grandfather clock bonged twelve times. I glided down to the dining hall where the attendant, Novice Scratch-It, led me to the banquet table. To my disappointment, all the women sat on one table and all the men on the other.
‘This is definitely boarding school!’ I muttered sitting down.
In the meantime, I had questions that must be answered—like why does the kitchenhand hide his face under his hoody? I had nothing better to do. Besides, Günter, distant and preoccupied, had escaped to the village. As for Commander Driver, she had morning prayers and worship, taking up the whole morning.
So, when the kitchenhand scuttled out of the dining area after washing up, I followed him…at a distance.
