Chapter Seventeen

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As I walk out of my cottage with Elliot he gets a phone call.

Elliot: Please excuse me while I take this.

He quickly answers his phone and walks off. Just then Ross pulls up on his motorcycle.

Ross: Here you go.

He hands me an envelope full of money.
Amelia:What's this for?

Ross: It's your money from what you bought for my shack. Plus a little extra for letting me stay with you.

Amelia:Oh wow.....

I look at the ground a little puzzled.
He grabs my hand and looks at me.
Ross:What is it is everything okay?

I nod my head and think about what Elliot told me.

Amelia:Umm well Elliot he told me something about you.

He wrinkles his nose and his eyes full of confusion.
Ross: What was that something?
      Amelia:He said you yelled at him. He also said you were a bum.
Ross: He told you that?Why would he say something like that?? I've never even have talked to him at all really.

Amelia:So it's not true?
Ross:No not at all none of it is true.

I sigh with relief.
Ross:So you ready to go?
Amelia:Go?! We're still going even after your shack got burned down?
Ross: Yeah... Do you not want to go?
Amelia: Of course I want to go. It's just that I would be worried that whoever did that is probably still around.

He looks at me and smiles
Ross:Are you worried about me?

I slightly grin and look at the ground.
Amelia: Maybe.....
Ross:Dont worry I'll be fine I'm sure we'll find whoever did this. As for now let's not worry too much. You seen that shack it was bound to come down. I'm sure I can build another one. Or the maybe the king and queen  will build me one.
Amelia: Maybe... And I'll be happy to help.

Just then we hear Elliot getting louder and louder on the phone. We slowly get closer to where he is at. We try to hear what he is saying. With his back turned he does not see us. He stops and slowly turns around. Ross and I quickly move out of his view. We look at each other and laugh silently. We then peek back over to where he's at. He's pacing back and fourth with anger. He hangs up and aggressively dials a number.
Elliot: Can I speak to the king? It's an emergency!

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