The Catharsis

Chapter 25 - I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Coffee

By Amethyst Turner

Let's sit down and have a cup of coffee

Because, you know, if I have to speak honestly

Our relationship is a little bit lofty

 And the way we feel is awfully foggy

So let's talk it out over a cup of coffee

XXX

She made him coffee.

The little girl screamed and cried and then she made him coffee.

Davey couldn't believe it, really. This three year old girl who he had only ever seen before in pictures was walking around this little tent in the woods like she owned the place, stopping to wrestle her doll out of Clark's mouth before going to turn on the coffee machine.

Amethyst had screamed when she first saw him. She'd been crying, but wiped her face and apologized for yelling. Then she invited him inside like she'd been expecting him.

The place left him with a lot of questions. Was it hers? If so, where had she gotten all this stuff? It didn't seem likely that she was alone, though. Davey's eyes kept drifting back to the dog bed in the corner of the tent. Who else was living here?

He didn't ask her right away. The girl still seemed rather upset, although she'd paused her sobbing to make the coffee. Davey watched her, comparing this Amethyst Turner to the pictures and the things he'd heard from her dad. Quiet, shy. Keeps to herself, has a hard time talking to people she doesn't know. Davey didn't see many of the traits Richard Turner had laid out for him in this little girl.

"Hi, Amethyst," he said, calmly as he could.

The girl glanced up from the coffee machine, which now gurgled away in front of her. "Hi."

He figured he'd better introduce himself. "I'm Davey," he said. "It's nice to meet you."

Amethyst nodded. "I knew you were coming."

"Did you?"

"Yes," she insisted. "Orion told me."

Orion? He decided not to ask, yet. The best course of actions seemed to be making conversation until things became clearer. He didn't want to risk scaring her off or losing her trust yet. She seemed fine with him being here. He intended to keep it that way. "Why were you crying?" He asked.

Amethyst walked away from the machine, over to a wooden chair which she began to drag back to the kitchen area. "No reason," she muttered. She climbed onto the chair to reach the top of the makeshift counter, comprised of several tall cardboard boxes.

"Okay," Davey agreed. "So you're alright?"

The girl nodded. "What about you?"

"What?"

"Why were you crying?"

Davey sat still in shock. She'd heard him? Well, this was embarrassing, wasn't it? Clark offered his usual bleary stare from the doggy bed, which he'd taken up residence in. "I'll tell you why I was crying if you tell me why you were."

Amethyst dug two coffee mugs out of the cardboard-box cupboard. She contemplated his proposition as she eased herself back onto the floor. "Okay," she decided. "You first."