One last Dance

Chapter 5

What goes round got to come around...birds are green and when you see one, you'll tell it isn't that green anyway.

"So you are saying she's your girlfriend?" I ask quizzically. The mysterious lady has gone by now amidst a dramatic fiasco in which Miss Havisham had to plead sorry a million times before letting go.

But so to speak, the fact that Miss Havisham was in love with her is just so heartbreaking and mysterious in itself.

She looks adamant in her reply.

"It's about our honeymoon, Alexas. That's why she's so mad at me. She says I am wasting lots of time. "

"I would be mad too if I was in her shoes."

"So, you're not mad at me for being gay?"

"Mad? Seriously? I wouldn't care for a single bit. The point is you being happy, that's all. And anyway, what difference would it make? You'd still be you, that'd change nothing, now would it?"

She looks relieved. Her cute face says it all. I stand perplexed as though in one past life, Miss Havisham and I were but sisters.

"So you're not mad at me for last night either?" She asks sorrowfully.

"Yes, about that. Actually, it's not about me really. Liz is literally close to those writing competitions and I'm no better at tutoring, let alone being an essay tutor, so she really needs you."

She looks perplexed, "Come with me inside. We'll talk this over a cup of hot coffee."

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I nurse my cupcake and hot coffee gently. Miss Havisham sits cross-legged, her beautiful green eyes masking mine.

The chairs are antique beautiful too, emboldened with a crisp-touch of emerald where one normally finds old ebony.

"So you live here alone?" I ask, my head still not accepting the room's eloquence.

"Figuratively, yes. Though Monroe usually comes in every so often." She blushes.

"And I take Monroe is the lady who was outside a few seconds before wearing a cloak?"

"Yes."

"And your girlfriend?"

She seems slightly embarrassed and so am I. We both take a bite into our cupcakes. It's mouthwatering good.

"So where's your honey-moon?" I munch into my cupcake, sipping more black coffee. God bless my teeth.

"We're actually debating over it. Monroe wants Panama, but I'm thinking about going to Achill Island. It's really cool there. What's with the water and all, I can't put a finger to it." She rolls her eyes.

"And I guess Achill is on Mars." We both laugh.

"No, actually it's in Ireland." She says, and noticing my blank expression continues, "Are you alright?"

"Did you just say Ireland?"

"Yes, Achill Island is in Ireland. I know, right? Sounds boring and all, but when you get to see the splendid effort put into making the beaches, you'd be in for a surprise."

"But that's not why I'm in awe. Cathy lives in Ireland too. It could be a perfect timing if you too are going there."

"Oh, I thought you said she lives in German!"

"No, that's Adney. Cathy is the one that lives in Ireland."

"Incredible."

"So when are you going?"