Mountain Butterfly

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

Its about a five walk to his house. His house is set on the edge of the field. There isn’t another house in sight. I see a long driveway lined with trees leading to the road. The house is a simple two story white farmhouse with a large front pouch. It was picture perfect complete with a porch swing and big red barn in the back. Peter leads me up the front steps, the old wood softly creaks as we walk up to the door. Once inside I follow Peter to the back of the house to a medium sized kitchen. He motions for me to take a seat at the table. I sit and watch him make hot chocolate. He sets a ceramic red mug in front of me complete with whipped cream and a peppermint stick. He takes the seat across from me and slowly takes a sip of his hot chocolate. He licks the whipped cream off his lips then leans back, relaxed, in his chair and stares and me. Just to fill the silence I ask the lamest question possible, “Your parent don’t mind you being out this late?”

“Considering its tomorrow which is actually today, don’t you mean ‘out this early’ and no my Dad doesn’t mind. He’ll be home soon, you can meet him”

“He’s not here? Where is he then, this early?”

“Right about now he’s probably milking the cow.”

“The cow?”

“Yup. This is a farm. He’s a farmer. That field we were just in is all our property. My dad had been pretty profitable so he retired early. We still maintain a small portion of it though, but he couldn’t bare to sell all the extra land. We still have three cows two goats and some chickens. But back to the field. I recall you saying something about you having a good explanation?”

I can’t put it off any longer. I have to tell him something. Anything! What could I tell him that would make even the slightest bit of sense without right out lying to his face. I swallow hard before talking. “Well. You see. I couldn’t sleep.” Which is true. “I’m a mild insomniac.” Lie. I sleep like the dead. “So I decided to get out of the house and get some fresh air.” Again, another truth. “It was such a nice night out I decided to wonder around for a bit. I ended up in your field I guess.” Also true. “I’m not sure why I was walking around in a field of weeds.” Close enough to the truth. I was flying not walking but that's just minor details. Right? “I thought the field was abandoned but then I heard the music and I wanted to see where it was coming from.” Truth. “Then I tripped and got tangled in the weeds.” Not a complete lie. I did get tangled in the weeds, I just got blown out of the sky into them. I cross my fingers under the table hoping it sound believable enough.

With an amused smile he says, “Ok let me get this straight, you decide to go for a walk in the middle of the night? Ok that’s fine. But then you decide to walk in a field of overgrown grass and weeds? Do I find that odd? Yes, but ok that’s fine. The part that has me confused is that why before heading out on your expedition into the weeds you didn’t put shoes on. Do you often take hikes in your slippers?”

I’m positive I’m blushing again, “Umm. They’re comfortable?”

“Comfortable? OK then. Whatever flys your kite.”  Just then a man comes in the back door. I’m assuming he is Peter’s father. They have the same body build except I’m guessing Peter is a few inches taller. They also have the same jet black curly hair. His back is to the table

as he hangs up his jacket on the hook next to the door.

Peter speaks, "Hey Dad. This is Violet. The girl from school I was telling you about." His dad turns around and looks at me. I see he also has the same deep dark blue eyes just like Peter. When he sees me the