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Part II
The hours pass as the day went with little business. John went off to errands as I remained behind the counter. I passed the time by either updating the books, counting the money or pondering my new ability.
'Is it a curse or a blessing?' I thought, 'It's miraculous I am alive, yet its a burden to keep myself together.'
The door opened as a cheerful John walked in, “Good afternoon Robert!”
“What happened to you that makes you so cheery?” I ask as I walk to him
“Well!” He exclaimed, “I went to the Jones' on the edge of town and, believe it as you may, they brought me a thoughtful gourd basket as a gracious gift.”
“Oh! Then they must have had a good harvest this season. What have you?”
John stepped outside and came in again carrying a halved pumpkin filled with squashes and cucumbers, “Apologies on the pumpkin, Mrs. Jones had no time to weave a spare basket.”
John set the improvised basket on the counter. It was quite a bit, and bountiful.
“Oh Good! I could make squash stew.” I proclaimed with joy.
John nodded as his eyes longed for food.
“Then you must stay a bit over time if you want some of this.”
Then Johns expression sank a little, “I had thought Robert.” He seemed hesitant, “I am always here to eat, and granted it is your home, but I have yet to remember when we ate at my home.”
John had a point. I personally could not remember what his house looked like.
“Oh dear! You are right.” as I realized, “Agreed then!”
John's face rose again, then he lowered it to an embarrassed stance, “Oh. I have no bowl for you. I only have dishes for one.”
I smiled and reassured, “No worries! I will bring my own bowl.”
John nodded and I went upstairs to fetch my bowl.
The door opened as John was preparing the basket. He turned to face Emma in the door way. John's jaw dropped as he fell instantly in love.
“Is Robert here?” Asked Emma.
John regained his composure and sucked in his gut for impression. He walked over to Emma, “What can I do for you Madam?”
Emma hid her giggle with her mouth and then she answered, “I have a message for Robert.”
After finding my bowl and a spoon, I ventured downstairs to find John swooning over my sister, “Emma?” I spoke startling John, “What brings you here?”
Emma Turned to me, “I have a message for you Robert. From Grandfather.”
My heart sank, “Is this about the favor?”
Emma nodded and then whispered to me, “Can we speak about him in front of John?”
I nodded and spoke out loud, “Of course! He is helping me understand this too.”
She turned to John, “So you know, John?”
John grew confused, “How do you know my name?”
“She's my sister.” I stepped in.
“Oh!” John exclaimed with a half smile and half frown, “Then what do I know?”
Emma replied, “About our grandfather.”
“Ah yes! The horseman, and umm.... Robert's head.”
She nodded, “Ok then. But I must tell Robert.” Emma then turned to me, “Robert, Grandfather has desired his head ever since it was taken. Though misfortune is upon him and he is unable to get it.”
“Why?” I questioned.
“Because our Grandmother has it, and she's, for lack of better word, a witch. She has a spell on the covered bridge to her home that prevents Grandfather from passing.”
John stepped back and I quivered, “ A witch? Then what can I do?”
Emma placed her hand on my shoulder, “You are immune to the bridge. You can go and get it.”
“But...But I don't even know where it is!”
Emma frown and removed her hand. She turned to leave and stopped at the door, “The pumpkin will guide you. It needs eyes to see and a nose to smell and a mouth to speak.”
I opened my mouth to question, but she walked out of the door. I put down my bowl and hurried outside to catch her, but she was gone.
Letting out a sigh of defeat I turned back inside and locked the east door.
“John. What am I to do?”
John lowered his eyes in a compassionate manner, “We should figure this tomorrow.”
I sighed once again, “I have lost my appetite. Sorry dear friend.”
John nodded, then took the basket. I locked the west door after he had exited, then I pressed my back against the wall and sat down to think. Resting my arms on my knees, and my chin on my arms I stared at the walls thinking about how I was to face a witch. How was I to do it with a pumpkin.
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The hours pass as the day went with little business. John went off to errands as I remained behind the counter. I passed the time by either updating the books, counting the money or pondering my new ability.
'Is it a curse or a blessing?' I thought, 'It's miraculous I am alive, yet its a burden to keep myself together.'
The door opened as a cheerful John walked in, “Good afternoon Robert!”
“What happened to you that makes you so cheery?” I ask as I walk to him
“Well!” He exclaimed, “I went to the Jones' on the edge of town and, believe it as you may, they brought me a thoughtful gourd basket as a gracious gift.”
“Oh! Then they must have had a good harvest this season. What have you?”
John stepped outside and came in again carrying a halved pumpkin filled with squashes and cucumbers, “Apologies on the pumpkin, Mrs. Jones had no time to weave a spare basket.”
John set the improvised basket on the counter. It was quite a bit, and bountiful.
“Oh Good! I could make squash stew.” I proclaimed with joy.
John nodded as his eyes longed for food.
“Then you must stay a bit over time if you want some of this.”
Then Johns expression sank a little, “I had thought Robert.” He seemed hesitant, “I am always here to eat, and granted it is your home, but I have yet to remember when we ate at my home.”
John had a point. I personally could not remember what his house looked like.
“Oh dear! You are right.” as I realized, “Agreed then!”
John's face rose again, then he lowered it to an embarrassed stance, “Oh. I have no bowl for you. I only have dishes for one.”
I smiled and reassured, “No worries! I will bring my own bowl.”
John nodded and I went upstairs to fetch my bowl.
The door opened as John was preparing the basket. He turned to face Emma in the door way. John's jaw dropped as he fell instantly in love.
“Is Robert here?” Asked Emma.
John regained his composure and sucked in his gut for impression. He walked over to Emma, “What can I do for you Madam?”
Emma hid her giggle with her mouth and then she answered, “I have a message for Robert.”
After finding my bowl and a spoon, I ventured downstairs to find John swooning over my sister, “Emma?” I spoke startling John, “What brings you here?”
Emma Turned to me, “I have a message for you Robert. From Grandfather.”
My heart sank, “Is this about the favor?”
Emma nodded and then whispered to me, “Can we speak about him in front of John?”
I nodded and spoke out loud, “Of course! He is helping me understand this too.”
She turned to John, “So you know, John?”
John grew confused, “How do you know my name?”
“She's my sister.” I stepped in.
“Oh!” John exclaimed with a half smile and half frown, “Then what do I know?”
Emma replied, “About our grandfather.”
“Ah yes! The horseman, and umm.... Robert's head.”
She nodded, “Ok then. But I must tell Robert.” Emma then turned to me, “Robert, Grandfather has desired his head ever since it was taken. Though misfortune is upon him and he is unable to get it.”
“Why?” I questioned.
“Because our Grandmother has it, and she's, for lack of better word, a witch. She has a spell on the covered bridge to her home that prevents Grandfather from passing.”
John stepped back and I quivered, “ A witch? Then what can I do?”
Emma placed her hand on my shoulder, “You are immune to the bridge. You can go and get it.”
“But...But I don't even know where it is!”
Emma frown and removed her hand. She turned to leave and stopped at the door, “The pumpkin will guide you. It needs eyes to see and a nose to smell and a mouth to speak.”
I opened my mouth to question, but she walked out of the door. I put down my bowl and hurried outside to catch her, but she was gone.
Letting out a sigh of defeat I turned back inside and locked the east door.
“John. What am I to do?”
John lowered his eyes in a compassionate manner, “We should figure this tomorrow.”
I sighed once again, “I have lost my appetite. Sorry dear friend.”
John nodded, then took the basket. I locked the west door after he had exited, then I pressed my back against the wall and sat down to think. Resting my arms on my knees, and my chin on my arms I stared at the walls thinking about how I was to face a witch. How was I to do it with a pumpkin.
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Prev: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1765569/
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