The Socialite [Completed]

The Socialite [8] Charade

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHARADE

Nora sat on the front porch while her face was warm from the sun and the rest of her body was cold from being isolated in the shade of the roof covering her body on the steps. Nora stared absentmindedly letting her mind wander.

Many times the thought about what happened last night when her mother tried to get into her room to see what she was doing and at the time Jack was abseiling out of her window to make sure that she didn’t find out that he was in her room.

Nora stared at the door handle her hands shaking heart racing pounding in her ears. She leaned her head out of the window making sure that her hand didn‘t move. She breathed the fresh air then said in a low voice “Jack?” she heard nothing and saw nothing in the endless black abyss.

“What?” she herd in the darkness.

“How far down are you?” Nora demanded. She herd nothing a but a few strained pants then “Not far to go…it‘s harder than you think”

“If we don‘t leave now you will be very late” Ethel sounded harsh. Nora had to go. Her concert, she had completely forgot.

She knew that if she didn’t come out of her room soon enough her mother would come in.

There was silence then Nora herd the door handle creak. She froze and stared at the handle and watch it turned anti-clockwise. She swallowed down a large bulge in her throat. She expected the door to open, but it never happened

“Damn” she herd her mother muttered to her self making more failed attempts to open the door turning the handle. “blasted door handle” Ethel started to shake the handle listening to it rattle around before giving up and walking away.

There was more silence then the sound of her mothers angered voice “Nora Katherine Ann Greenhill, come out of your room this instant or else you wont be going” Nora knew that her mother was serious- wasting time was something that her mother wasn’t fond of.

Nora leaned back out of the window and said “Jack I have to go…now”

“No…wait I‘m almost down just wait a minute”

“Jack I don‘t have time” Nora snapped back at him in the darkness.

There was a grunt form somewhere in the darkness “don’t you dare drop me Nora. Do you hear me? Don’t drop me I’m almost there”

“Sorry” she said half quietly, squeezing tightly once more on the sheet, then she let go. She felt the material run past her fingers. Then the sheet was gone from sight and lost in the dark of the night. She listened hard then heard the sound that she didn’t want hear; she heard a thump as Jacks body hit the ground, a loud moan of pain pierced through the night Nora half smiled she could imagine Jack laying on the ground moaning. Then Nora remembered her mother and she had to leave she would get the sheet from the ground in the morning before anyone could find it.

Nora focussed back in and remembered what she last thought about. The sheet , what happened to it. Did Jack take it or leave there without caring what happened to it. Nora stood up from her the top step brushing the dirt off her dress then she stepped down onto the path instead of walking up the path she walked around the front of her house to where Jack would have scaled down to the ground. The grass was as hard and rough as she had thought, each blade of grass scratched under her foot and was cold for the shade. There was nothing on the ground, the sheet was gone. Jack must have taken it and chances that she was going to get it back were slim. Nora searched and looked around the ground for another traces of her sheet. Nora was annoyed she not only loved that bed sheet- it was the softest- but what would she do about getting a fresh sheet without Mary-Ellen knowing the linen closet was behind the kitchen near her room.