Project: Chosen Grannie

Chapter 7

"This is Neverland! "
Said the magnificent woman, opening her arms wide and turning in circles while looking at the sky. The movement making her look like a witch about to disappear in a cloud of smoke. Agatha mouth's dropped open.

"As in Peter Pan?"

It wasn't her favorite children's book, she hardly ever recommended it when she worked as a librarian.  Something about Wendy always got on her nerves, but then again, she wouldn't complete dismiss Peter if he were inclined to show up right in front of her, wearing those tight, tight pants. Did she bring a sharpie? Maybe he could sign her bra. Her eyes glazed over and, faintly, she heard Falcono clear his throat.

The woman stopped turning and frowned at Agatha.
"Peter who?"

The magnificent woman started digging into her tunic, inside her bra, taking out and dropping things on the floor as she looked for something. Seven pens, three chewed guns, one complete set of very white teeth, a myriad of pieces of papers and - was that a voodoo doll? -  later, the woman finally takes what seems to be a pamphlet and barks a laugh.

"Oh, look at that. You're right! I must've looked wrong. This is actually a coupon for a play I've been meaning to see forever, but never seem to find the time, you know how it is. Maybe the crocodile ate it. Ha! Get it? Tick-Tock? Well, anyway, let's go, you're already late as it is. This way. Come on, Bella!"

Before Agatha could say that was not her name either, the woman had turned around – she really liked turning, it seemed - and was walking fast ahead.

They followed the woman for a moment before Agatha finally cracked.
"So, if this isn't Neverland, where is it here?"

"You just asked that question, and I just answered!"

"But..."

"Bella, honey. You really must pay attention! You took too many years to come and now we are running out of time. I can't keep repeating myself everytime."

Well, that is not a very helpful person, thought Agatha. But as a librarian, she knew how to deal with unhelpful people. So she tried a different approach.
"Where are we going?"

"To your destination, of course."

"And that is..."
The woman let out a painful sigh.
"Maybe we should just use our inner voices for now"

Agatha looked at her friends, but they all just shrugged, so she shrugged too and continued following the not-so-magnificent-now-that-I-know-her woman.
*****
"Is that a flying cow?"

Those were the first words out of Agatha's mouth after hours (or minutes, but you know, time is relative) of silent waking. She made sure to whisper so only Falcono could hear her.

"Oh, That's Mimosa. " Falcono answered in a loud  whisper. There was something about the way he said it that made her even more curious.

"Mimosa?"
"Yes. Nice girl, huge...hum...smile. Strong teeth. Maybe it's because she chews a lot. But it's funny how she never swallows. Not that I know if she swallows or not. I've heard it from a friend. A friend of a friend. You know what? I don't even know the guy, I'm not even sure I've heard it. I might have dreamed. Not that I dream of Mimosa's gag reflex..."

"Shut up" Said Agatha, holding her laugh at his obvious nervous rambling. His face was beyond red and had become what was actually a quite nice shade of purple. Maybe she could find a yarn in that color someday. He let out a deeply relieved sigh at being told to shut up.

"Yes! Yes, I will. Thank you." And they fell into blissful silence yet again. That is, until Falcono yelled, startling her.
"I mean, I'm 480 years old. I'm allowed to have a past, you know!"