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“Erin. I am not one to tell lies. You’re not terrible. In fact, you’re quite the opposite. You see what you did as…a disaster. In all actuality, you made finding Garion all the more possible. You’re the one who insisted we look for him,” Josh shrugged.
I went to protest but he wouldn’t allow it and interrupted me every time I started a sentence. Frustrations grew, “Stop interrupting!” I shrieked, “...thank you! Now…stop that grinning! It’s not funny! I’m a terrible person!” I kept insisting but he just started to laugh which made me persist to say how terrible I was. He wasn’t buying it.
“You are-!” I started with a jab in his chest but a loud clearing of the throat stopped me in my tracks.
Drake stood stiffly in the doorway. The laughter from inside had died away. He was glaring at Josh, and then looked over to me, “What’re you doing?” His tone was sharp, tested, angry.
CHAPTER 24
“We were just talking…?” I wasn’t even sure why I said in a question. It was as if I was asking Drake permission to even allow those words to be true.
“Talking,” he repeated, his jaw tightened, and he moved aside for us to pass by, “Well breakfast is done. You can’t eat it out here.”
“I can’t?” I asked and I swear I could see a vein pop out his temple, “Okay, okay, we’re going! Don’t blow a…” I stopped before I prompted him to kill us all.
We ate pancakes in relative silence. All the while, Kenna was snickering and Al was looking at Drake as if he had a disease. Not once did Drake relinquish his glare from Josh but Josh didn’t seem to notice at all. Or he probably did, but he was good at not showing that he cared.
The silence was beginning to unnerve me and I finished first with eating and sat there watching everyone and began knowing my lip.
Al’s eyes widened, “Yow!” he shouted and leapt from his chair, leaving his sausage unprotect. Pup flew through the air, skidded onto the table, took hostage of his sausage and skittered for a chance of freedom, leaving all of us gaping.
Al stood there in a short silence, then howled in disbelief and took off after Pup as if he intended to eat the slobbered down sausage.
I could not hold it in.
I snickered and then broke into a fit of laughter which Kenna and Josh were soon to follow. Drake simply stood and left the table, leaving us to bask in the skill of little Pup.
All the previous tensions were diminished.
Later in the day, Kenna managed to corner me for the first time since I saw her in the kitchen crying.
“Why did it look like Drake wanted to hang Josh’s head on his wall?” she asked casually.
“He what…?” I blinked at her in disbelief and she responded with an innocent look. “I don’t know. You ask Drake,” I shrugged.
Kenna grinned deviously, “What were you doing with Josh?”
The way she phrased her words made my face explode in color, “What? Oh! We were just talking! He explained how you and Al became sudden besties!”
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