Misperception

Chapter 3 - A Missing Child

It took Moira and I many trips to different stores in order to finally reach the satisfactory result of Today. Moira has really amazed me with her talent and exquisite touch of mixing and matching both materials and colours. We became a little bit closer through this exhausting journey, and I can say she has got used to go out more. I'm happy she feels comfortable with me as this girl is of that kind that makes you want to offer whatever goodness in your heart to them.

I had a small home warming party for few friends. The best gift I got came from my dear Meghan. The long awaited reproduction of Gustav Klimt's the forest of Beech trees, with two tiny street lamps in the left upper corner. I gave Moira a reproduction of Van Gogh's Starry Night Over the Rhone as a thank you gift for all her effort that transformed my new home/office into a piece of art. The painting looks lovely on her bedroom wall, with its tiny cat in the far right lower corner.

My mom sent me a huge LED TV screen !. I've no idea what I'll do with it as I'm not a big TV fan. But I think it is a very useful gift as I can use it with the computer, and it also has a usb port. My dear mother is addicted to buying electronics she knows for a fact she will never be able to use, nor takes them with her on her archaeological digs. She ends up stashing them then giving them as gifts to me and my dearest younger brother.

Now it is time to relax for a week or so, then get ready with my lectures schedule and my next bigger step towards starting my new career. Today I feel like doing nothing, may be I'll try a recipe from the Mediterranean cook book my sweet dad has sent me. In realty he is my step father, but he is the only father I know. He is my beloved dearest dad ever. This man can read me like his own hand palm, in the strangest moments I find him telling me quotations that always hold the solution to whatever occupying my mind.

I almost forgot !. God .. it is tonight the book signing gala of my friend Layla Andrews, prepared for her friends and the cultural society by her publisher. I must go or Layla will be really mad at me. It is not for the public tonight, just for the cultural arena and the friends. Most important of all it will be done in the royal library downtown. What a prestigious place for a book launch, if I ever wrote a book I must go to Layla's publisher. Second important of all is I can go walking, and that is one big joy for those who live in city like me now.

Any way, the gala is at 7 PM and it still is 11 AM now. I've time to get some rest lazing about and enjoying the sweet September sun. Did I tell you that I'm a fall person !. I love fall with all its maroon colours, warm sun, light rain, and smell of earth. The TV is on but muted and here is my favourite coffee mug and today's crosswords, my dear sofa here I come. What a glassy pair of eyes !. who is this woman and what is she talking about?. lets remove the mute and watch closely.

This is a woman called Daphne Clarke talking about her missing toddler, that she thinks has been kidnapped from a vacation chalet on the beach of the elite Paloma resort!. how can this happen !. kidnapped from the chalet how ? and why she has these cold icy glassy eyes while talking about her missing toddler !. I think I will follow this story closely, there is something wrong here. I'll dedicate tomorrow to search more online about this horrifying story, as for now a good nap is needed then I've to get ready and go to Layla.

I asked Moira to accompany me but she declined saying she is tired. She looked pale and more depressed than usual, I want to spend time with her but Layla will kill me if I didn't go. My worst times are when I have to make such a choice between two friends whom both need my support. I think I won't be staying long at the gala, then if I came early I'll pass by Moira. I'm not easy about my decision and hardly can leave Moira in her present state, but Layla has got my promise a month ago and I don't like to break my promises. I'll go to Layla now and deal with Miss Moira later. Please God, don't send me many of these choices.