We set off to the upper forest, where there would be a swarm of mushrooms that could be collected for supper tohnight.
It was interesting getting to know Michael. And I could tell he enjoyed the stories I brought up.
He was kind, yet had a, malevolent look in his eyes.
But I still couldn't figure out what about him David disagrees on.
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"So how'd you and David meet?" He asked.
"I lost my mind for a few years after college, and he saved me" I smile.
"Sounds like a good deal" he replies.
"I hope we get lucky". I say.
"So, where are they". He asks me.
"Be patient, its not so simple. When they're here, they're hidden. When they're not, you think they are".
"They're clever. They're fickle".
"They feel you coming and then they hide".
"Hey" Michael calls.
He is standing in the grass holding a mushroom.
"Not bad, but guess what"
"What?" He asks.
"You killed it" I replied.
"You have to break it above the bulb, otherwise no more can grow".
"But you have great instincts, it's a "chanterelle". David's gonna love you". I smile.
"I'm in love with you". He whispers.
I turn around with wide eyes but see him sitting in the grass inspecting a mushroom.
"I know it's kind of sudden, but, now that I've laid my eyes upon you well, it's just all over" he speaks quietly before going to take a bite of it.
"I wouldn't do that If I were you". I call out.
I walk over and sit down in the tall flowered grass with him.
"The Amanitus Mascarius is a rare coastal mushroom, originally used by the Iroquois to combat red malaria".
"It also happens to be a highly potent aphrodisiac".
Then I find another at my side.
"Then there's it's infamous sister the Amanita Rubinica, affectionately known as the "Purple Julie", it'll kill you in less than a minute".
"Guess what the have in common?".
"What?" He asks
"They're twins".
"How can you tell them apart?" He asks.
"Purple Julie, purple poison".
"The Amanitus Muscarius-"
"The aphrodisiac?" He asks.
"Right" I reply.
"How do you know so much about mushrooms?". He asks.
"My father. He used to drag me out here from the time I could walk, and go on about their differences, their stories, their flavours and their powers, everything". I reply.
"You should've seen his eyes when he talked about them".
"Pure magic". I smile.
"Does he still come out here?" He asks.
"He committed suicide when I was eight". I reply sadly.
"I'm sorry" he has a tint of sorrow in his eyes.
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