Chapter 15 Part 2 -The Count, Ah, Ah, Ah!
He led me almost kicking and screaming back to the room that he'd pointed out as The Count’s office. He paused outside the door for an instant.
"Come in," The Count’s voice invited.
Eduardo opened the door to a high-celling room with tall, west-facing windows. The walls were panelled with dirt again, and there were bats flapping around the office.
“BAT BLOOD!” I screamed in excitement, well if I was T-total for the day, I might as well have the next best thing. Don’t judge me....
“Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, you cannot eat them my dear Stella. One Stella Ah, Ah, Ah. For they are my pets Grisha, Misha and Tatiana. One flappy bat Ah, Ah, Ah. Two flappy bats Ah, Ah, Ah. Three flappy bats Ah, Ah, Ah.”
“OCD you say?” I asked Eduardo
“Yep, weally bad OCD”
"What can I do for you?" the count asked us pleasantly, rising from his seat.
"I wanted to show Stella some of our histowy," Eduardo said. "Well, youw histowy, actually."
"We didn't mean to disturb you, in fact let’s go." I said heading for the door.
"Not at all, you may stay one Stella Ah, Ah, Ah.”
Most of the wall space was taken up by towering bookshelves that reached high above my head and held more books than I'd ever seen outside a library. The other dirt coloured wall was filled with framed pictures of all sizes, some in vibrant colours, other’s dull monochromes. All of jousting fights. I searched for some logic, in why Eduardo was being so mean in making me know all of this stuff. I just wanted to escape from this mad house back to my own mad house, was that asking too much?
Eduardo pulled me toward the far left side, standing me in front of a small square oil painting in a plain wooden frame.
"London in the sixteen-fifties, that’s Siw James winning his fifth joust for King Chawles, just befowe the Commonwealth took ovew." Eduardo said.
"The London of my youth, One London, ah, ah, ah. One King, ah, ah, ah. Six Wives, ah, ah, ah. One divorced wife, ah, ah, ah. One divorced wife minus one head, ah-" The count added.
“Shut up. That was Henry VIII not King Charles” I interrupted.
"Will you tell the stowy?" Eduardo asked the Count. I twisted a little to see The Count’s reaction.
“please say no, please say no.” I whispered to myself.
He met my glance and smiled. "I would," he replied. "But I'm actually running a bit late. It’s already 2.30pm and i must count all these books, please carry on as if I’m not here. One big dusty book, Ah, Ah, Ah. Two big dusty books, Ah, Ah, Ah. Three big dusty books, Ah, Ah, Ah.”
i was starting to feel unsettled, which to me was the norm. But this was a different unsettled, i was starting to feel scared.
I stared at the little picture of The Count’s hometown for a long moment. Wondering about how far i would get if i ran for the hills. But knowing me i wouldn’t make it two steps up any hill. I just don’t have the stamina for running. So i gave in, bored, figuring I better just look like i’m have a good time.
"What happened then?" I finally asked, staring up at Eduardo, who was watching me. "When he realized what had happened to him?"
“Ten dusty books, Ah, Ah, Ah.”
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