Thomas Sanders Imagines

Summer in Florida Part Two

"Are you sure this is the right house?" I asked Connor.

"So what? You think I can't count five houses from Aunt Denise's?" He snapped and immediately rang the doorbell.

The houses in the town are most likely in the same color of paint which is white, but the Travis's home was sort of different from its blazing blue color. The lights in the front yard were lit, and there were even a few small statues of dwarves smiling right at us near the bushes. The place looked magical and creepy at the same time.

"Those dwarves look like the ones in Snow White don't you think?" I questioned, recognizing the only dwarf I could remember; Grumpy.

"Who cares anyway," Connor said, "Please don't say that those things are cool. I had enough of your poor taste of admiration."

"Or maybe you could try not to be so mean next time," I comeback poorly, "What I asked was an appropriate question." He really does deserve the moody award.

"God I hate dwarves."

Connor stated and finished the last word right on time the door opened. Lucky for him the woman whom I guessed to be Mrs. Travis didn't seem to have heard him badmouthing her yard. She was a fit short middle aged woman with a wavy blonde hair that falls like waves from the either side of her head and her eyes were the pale shade of green. Connor and I were about to say our greetings but she was incredibly faster in terms in the fields of speaking.

"You must be Connor and Lila," she said good-naturedly, "Your Aunt was just starting to worry that you two got lost somewhere." I know that was an attempt for a joke and she let out a soft laugh, "How silly of me, come on in."

I wonder if Alabama has something to do with the people living on it. I mean like 100% of the people I've encountered that day were pure extroverts. We haven't even officially introduced ourselves when she let us in her home. I did a quick check of the time on my phone and fathomed that she was exaggerating since it was only 6:05 pm.

The house was also beautiful in the inside, and Mrs. Travis obviously dominates the place because of the too many flower decorations in the living room. The style was somewhat old fashion since the furniture was made out of polished wood and large recognizably paintings from abroad were hung in the walls. How did I notice? A name from one of the paintings was Illych V. Reichenbach.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Mrs. Travis said, "And your Aunt is waiting in the living room."

"Thanks Mrs. Travis," Connor said with a fake smile,

"Don't be silly dear; you can call me Anna," The hospitality of the Alabamians undeniably impressed me.

Aunt Denise was sitting in one of the couches in the living room when we arrived, and her slight sign of relief unmistakably didn't escape from our eyes. I know that she's worried about us, but Connor is eighteen and I'm turning seventeen in the next month, and we are surely old enough to look for ourselves. Then I tried to understand her present situation.

"You two shouldn't stay too long after dark," she said, "It didn't come from my own mouth, your Mother specifically told me about it." I wanted to remind her that we were only late for five minutes but I just couldn't bring myself to do it and after all, she was the one who gave us the permission to go out.

When she once got distracted of finishing her cup of tea, Connor took the opportunity to whisper in my ear, "Please do the rest of the talking tonight and I owe you one."