Help Arrives
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 2 of 2, complete
Word count (story only): 729
[Wednesday, May 13, 2020, 6 pm]
:: Once they’re home from the library, the Teagues are dragged into the problem that Win is investigating. Part of the Edison’s Mirror (Teague Family) story arc. ::
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:: Win arrives for dinner, and takes charge of the situation the Teagues are now entangled in. Part of the Teague Family story arc. ::
There was a low, building silence, like the stirring of vapor and air to become a cloud. Several minutes into the meal, the only noises involved cutlery, dishes, and the occasional bump against the coffee table. “You know, we can’t call you Nick, because that’s the name of Shandiin’s husband, and he lives right across the yard. We see him every day,” Ed began slowly. “We could ask you about your favorite flower, or your favorite author.”
“Austen,” Nicole answered immediately, then rubbed her face with a trembling hand.
The boy nodded. “I skimmed a couple of those books at the library, because they’ll be assigned later in the school year. Do you like Jane or Emma better?”
“Emma?” the teenager whispered, staring at the strawberry blond.
“That’s one idea then. It’s not saying anything about
your personality. It’s just a name that you would like to hear more than your own, for now.”
“Bella means pretty,” Mac declared abruptly. “My grandma said so.”
The teenager, her face hidden behind a curtain of bangs, wrinkled her nose.
“That’s a nope,” Vic declared cheerfully. “Let’s not bombard her with suggestions, though. How about we each make
one suggestion each day,
if she okays it. So, my suggestion for today…” He drew a deep breath, clicking his tongue as he did, then smirked. “Lara. From a Russian novel that I never managed to finish reading.”
Across from him, the teenage girl snickered.
“Ah, I see,” Aidan nodded, with an exaggerated ‘wise’ expression. “One name suggestion, then. I could suggest something serious, or something more playful. He waited a beat. “Beatrice.”
That made the girl laugh softly. She shook her head only once, slowly.
“Well, now that
that’s done, Vic made a cobbler for dessert. Would anyone like some?” the auburn-haired man offered, smiling.
Gently, a chorus of affirmative sounds, and one distinct, “Yes, please,” from Win, swept through the room.
A few minutes later, when the cobbler was tasted and the bowls halfway empty, Aidan spoke again. “Win, do you know how long it might take to find the young lady’s family? And…” HIs eyes clouded with worry. “And, are they safe for her? Some parents might not be, after such a strange situation.”
“My parents aren’t like that,” the teenager blurted, then stuffed a large bite of cobbler in her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she huffed, and she was forced to chew very slowly to avoid choking on her food.
Win smiled. “I know them. Do I have your permission to contact them?”
The girl squirmed, then nodded. “My head’s a mess,” she whispered. “Time is weird. Words… run away.” Shivering, she took another too-large bite of dessert.
“I’m not trying to insult anyone,” Win prefaced, sitting very straight and still. “But do you feel safe enough to sleep here tonight? Your parents will need some time to fall apart, then pull themselves together to come to get you. I’ll need them with you, for legal reasons, when I take a formal statement, and I really, really hope that you can get a good night’s sleep before that.”
“There’s an enormous bed in the bedroom,” VIc volunteered. He smiled at Nicole. “It’s not being used, because it’s really too soft to us.”
Aidan nodded once. “It feels like trying to sleep in a pan half full of syrup.”
“I doubt it’s that bad,” Win protested, her brows puzzling together.
“For about fifteen years,” Aidan answered, his lips quirking up, “I slept with a wooden block as a pillow. It helped my spine tremendously, but I lost it and many other possessions in a move.”
Vic shrugged. “I didn’t have a pillow when I… well, it was only for a few months, but I can grab a throw pillow from one of the sofas and be fine, too.”
Win studied the apartment for a long moment. “Or, Miss, you could stay with me. It’s something to think about, before I call your parents. Either way, I’ll have them plan to meet us in the morning at the station. And… please don’t tell anyone your arrangements tonight. The repercussions could be… severe for me.”
The teenage girl shook her head quickly. It took several deep breaths before words slipped out as she exhaled. “I. Won’t.”
“Thank you.” Win’s smile was soft, but genuine.
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Author’s note: spoons error today. ALMOST have a handle on this!