Greendale

A Jester

He sat across from me. His intensifying gaze locked in on my presence. I could feel the other bodies in the room shifting from awkwardness.

A mortician? Funeral planners? This is worse than the Addams family. Ambrose is no uncle Fester. He was genuinely the worst fitting piece. The most obvious question was his skin color, Ambrose was a black man, his features were nothing alike the Spellman's. Adopted? His personality shone through his robe, a dark multicolored silk fabric and his dense sarcasm. In this age, men his color were not fancied, back home, they were hated. When I saw him in town yesterday I had hardly noticed his freeing expression. He was not hated in Greendale, he was just another individual.

He was beautiful. His smile made my heart leap, why was he so peculiar but so enticing. I had to imagine his god tier body fixing up old bodies to try from turning red. I couldn't eat, I could only think. Hilda and Sabrina tried to hold little conversations over pizza but Ambrose never lost grip on his glare and I was too nervous to speak.

After dinner I thanked Zelda and Hilda for the "wonderful evening" and told them I should probably get going. Sabrina trying to read my expression, she was very upset at my urgency to leave. It was more about my interaction with the man then my discovery of the strange professions in this household.

Sabrina walked me to the door.

"Thank you again Sabrina" I gave her a genuine smile.
"I'm sorry Lydia. Ambrose can really be annoying"
"It's not a big deal, I hardly noticed his raging glare" I laughed.
"Goodnight Lydia"
"Goodnight Sabrina"

I started to walk back to my house as I heard the Spellman door shut. Such a weird night.

As I made my way halfway down the driveway, I heard the door to the manor re-open.

"Have a good night Lydia" Ambrose.

As I turned I met his gaze, he seemed amazed at me, like I had just walked on water.

"Good night, Ambrose" I smiled back.

Gosh, what was I feeling? He stayed in my thoughts as I walked back to my house. Ambrose never left the porch.

"How was dinner?" My mom chirped as I walked in the door.
"It was...nice" I had to lie.
"Wonderful!"
"Who is the the boy that lives there?" My dad questioned from the couch.
"Ambrose, Sabrinas cousin"
"I saw him checking the mail yesterday as I drove home, did they explain why he's black and their white?" He seemed disturbed.
"Um, no. Adopted I'm guessing"

I was disgusted by his expression. Can't change ignorance.

"Stay away from that one" my father demanded
"I'm starting to think you're just banning every man from my world" I rolled my eyes.
"Not every man, just the bad ones"

I scoffed. Pity for the fool.