"When are you from?"
"When?"
Maybe he'd made a mistake. He had to have meant "where". Right?
"Yes, "when" is my question because, in my experience, "when" is not always what you think." His words were followed by a monstrous giggle.
My jaw droppe...
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I woke up in a cottage.
Eventually my vision returned and I noticed a dinner table with deer heads hanging from the fireplace and...
My jaw dropped.
"Veera?"
"Shut up."
Our hands were both bound and attached to the uncomfortable chairs that we'd been placed in.
I immediately searched around for my podium. It was next to the door lying on the floor. They probably dumped it there when they couldn't figure out what it was.
They better not have broken it.
Suddenly I felt the urge to cough.
The fire was going and it was stinking up the place but there was also a very notable smell that made me want to gag.
It was probably just from lack of cleaning.
"What are you doing here?" I asked in a slightly hushed tone.
"Looking for you." She snorted realising the irony.
"Where's Jake?"
"Probably getting drunk back at Ernie's. Alluna took him off the search."
'Ernie's' was the name of the brothel he'd taken me too. It was hard to forget the name since it shone boldly in lights.
"And you're still on it?"
I knew the question would provoke her but she did lose Malvin three times.
She grinned resentfully. "They seem to think I'll be more effective. If I'd just been on you from the start you'd be back at Alluna's by now."
"I doubt that," I countered. "Unless being tied to a chair is a part of your plan."
Something about her made me just as bitter as she was. It reminded me of kinder-garden when the meanest comment in a fight takes the cake. I couldn't help it.
I hated her.
The door flapped open and I felt Veera tense beside me.
I didn't have time to ask her who we were up against, but since I remembered one calling me supper, it couldn't be good.
A fat man with a lot of facial hair had marched in casually carrying a gun.
Phyllis trailed behind with equal ammunition.
"See, I told you's it was good one." He pointed at me. "My one's got more meat on it's bones. We can give your one over there to Shir."
"I suppose you're right, Billy. Looks like you finally did something right for a change."
I was so shocked I barely noticed they were calling me fat.
She looked at me like Alex the lion looked at Marty in Madagascar when he was hungry.
