Feathers Of A Bird

Chapter : Six (Part Four)

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"I heard you like feeding babies?"

I was surprised to hear that. Why would she ask that all of a sudden?!

"Wait WHA-"
I couldn't finish as I heard the buzzing sound again.

I waited a couple of seconds again and asked her,
"What did you say?"

"I heard that you like reading books...why?"

I was relieved and surprised once again. Perhaps, I misheard what she said because of the ringing in my ear, or the worries about what mom and aunt were saying.

"I misheard what you said!"
I laughed as I said.

"What did you hear?"
She giggled.

"I heard you like feeding babies!"
I said.

We both busted into laughter.
I realized all of a sudden that Grace wasn't acting like used to before.
I passed her the tea as I giggled.

"Do you like feeding babies, Kathy?"
She took a sip from the cup.

"I do, Grace! I love feeding babies!"
I laughed.
"Would you like to see my babies?"

She couldn't stop laughing.
"Sure! I've to see your babies, aka books!"

"Yes!"
I nodded as I walked to my table.

There was a hanging bookshelf with a designed wooden cover. It was one of the things that my dad made for me, small but filled with love and care.

The doorbell rang all of a sudden.

"Kathy? Can you see who's at the door?"
Mom called.

"Yeah, mom!"
I look at Grace and point at the shelf.
"Here! You take a look and bring out the ones you want! No need to be so polite to me!"

She laughed.
"Okay, Kathy!"

I ran to the door, wondering who it could be.

"What if it's a robber?!"
I said in my mind and laughed.

"Yeah yeah! Robbers come to rob by ringing the doorbell, Kathy! You dummy!"

I put my hand on the handle, glimmering.
As I opened the door, the cold breeze hit me, flowing my hair backwards.

The cold wind made me close my eyes!

"Hey, Kathy!"
I heard a deep, familiar voice.

Opening my eyes, I saw Ryan, standing at the door with a book in his hand!

"Ryan!"
I shirked.

Smiling at me, he said,
"I accidentally took your book with me yesterday," he said, smiling like an angel-looking, naive little child.
He held the book in front of me,
"Here!"

I took it from his hand, grinning.
"You didn't have to bring it today! It's freezing outside! Oh-"

I moved a bit away from the entrance,
"Come in! You're definitely cold!"

He waved his hands quickly,
"No, no! I'm alright! I'll get going now, I just came to return the book!"

He started walking back.

"Now that's a very unfair thing, you know!"
I laughed.

Looking back at me, he said,
"Unfair?"