Heart divided

Should i kill him or naw

I lifted my head up and saw a hole in the roof of the tack room that led, what I'm guessing, to their hay storage.

Ignoring the splinters that I know I would get in my feet, I scrambled up the ladder and tiptoed quickly to the furthest corner from the hole.

"Did you hear about that young lady that Mr. Whitmer brought home?"

"Yes, I heard he had been courting her sense before the fire."

The people talking were two men and seemed to be older then me by judging their heavy footsteps and deep scratchy voices.

"So they've been courting for what, Chris, two or three weeks?"

"Yeah Arnold that's what I've been told."

So the firsts mans name was Arnold and the second mans name was Chris.

I wanted to yell at Chris and Arnold to stop chatting like a church-bell ( a talkative woman) about me an LEAVE.

But of course I didn't that would of defeated the purpose of me scrambling up here to hide. So I stayed quiet.

"Haha! Do you think she's made love to him yet? That Mr. Whitmer always seems to charm the ladies"

THAT particular information had my cheeks burning hot and steam coming out of my ears. I wanted to go down there and slap both of them for thinking I would do such a thing with a man I just met!

Then I want to slap Mr. Whitmer for thinking I would be another of his whores.

That knob-head! (Dickhead)

"No Chris I think this one's different. I saw him with her at the ball and he didn't do any of his usual games."

" Well maybe that old chap finally found the one!"

I smiled a little when I heard that- not saying I wasn't going to yell at Daniel later while firing a dozen questions, but I did smile.