Monday, March 31, 2014

16 - Welcome to Argentina, Buenos Aires (Pt. 2)

    “Allen try this casiada, it’s tasty!” Johnny pointed to a bowl  in front of him.
    Allen glared at the bowl suspiciously. “You didn’t spike it with a hand full of pepers like the other one, did you?”
    Johnny raised his hand with a angelic purity. “That was a mistake!
    “Right,” Casey drawled. “And Dean Winchester loved Ruby.”
    “No that was Sam,” Albert pointed out.
    “Nahhh!” Casey exclaimed.
    “No he didn’t.” Drake put in. “He was just drinking her blood.”
    “But he did fall for her nobility crap,” Casey interjected.
    “Why are we talking about this? It was a horrible show. Period.” Ethane put in. “They killed the story around season 4.”
    “I like it!” Johnny stated and as if to bear witness; he stood up.  
    Ethane held up his hand in surrender. “Fine,what ever. Can I finish my meal in peace?”
    “No,” a couple voices chorused.
    Ethane rolled his eyes. He looked at Allen, who hadn’t let the bickering stop her from her meal. “At least you're getting the job done.”
    “I’m hungry.”
    “So you are.” He noted.
    John looked at her, considering. “Where your sister’s starving you? Is that why you ran away?”
    Allen choukled. A deadly mixture of coughing and choking. Casey shot up and started to pat her on the back while Ethane handed her a glass of water.
    Finally catching her breath, she sputtered,“What! Why would you think that! NO!”
    “Then why did you?”
    Albert slapped Johnny on the back. “Please, shut up.” He pleaded. “Your being stupid. And it’s none of our business.”  
    “We’re her friends, aren’t we?”
    “Shut-up.” Elbert repeated this time in a sing song voice.  
    Johnny sighed. “I’m going to be foreverly misunderstood.” Ethane chuckled. “And I should get going.” He looked at his friends. “You guys coming?”
    “Yup,” they nodded. Shuffling commenced and then finally, they were ready to go.
    “It was really nice meeting you,” Jennifer, Ethane’s Argentinian associate, said to Allen.  
    Allen stood up and shook the woman's hand. “Same here.”
    All five of them said their goodbye, repeated the process a couple times, and then left.  
    “You know,” Casey said sitting back down in her chair. She looked at Ethane and Allen, the only ones left in the room. “This went pretty well. I don’t think we would have enjoyed our selves this much if we had been in a crowded hotel.”
    Ethane nodded, “Yea, but I think the hotel might charge me extra for all the mess around here. The maids probably going to be cursing me.”
    Casey chuckled, “It’s fine. Allen and I will stay back to help you clean up.”
    Allen nodded. “Yea, no problem.” She turned to Ethane. “I’m glad,” Allen told him. “It feels great to be sitting here. I’ve missed you guys.” ”
    Ethane nodded and wiped his face with a napkin. Thoughtfully, he studied Allen’s face. “It’s a good question you know.”
    “Hmm, what?”
    “Why are you running?”
    Allen tensed. “What do you mean?”  
    “I doesn’t matter,” Casey frowned at Ethane.  “We just hope you thought it threw.”
    “I did!” Allen muttered. She pointed at Ethane. “I’m doing exactly what you taught me.”
    Ethane looked baffled. “I never taught you to run away! That’s sheer cowardice.”
    Allen muttered a curse. “Why does everyone keep saying that? I’m not running away!”
    “Well, you keep telling yourself that.” Ethane replied and picked up his fork. “As far as I left your sisters without a word. And that my friend is called running away.”
    Allen bit the inside of her mouth and tried to regain control over her voice. “You-” She stopped. Her voice choked.  “Do you think this is easy for me?” She continued. “I’d love nothing more to be with them. I’d do anything to fix things. This way.... I’m suffering, and believe me when I say I’m suffering.”
    Ethane sighed. “Are you really suffering? Or is that what your telling your self to feal better?”
    Allen went stone faced, “Why, you...How could you..”
    Casey raised her hands. “Enough, both of you.” She looked at Ethane. “I mean it. Let’s all just take a breather.”
    Casey looked between Allen and Ethane. “Listen, Ethane, Allen’s decisions are her own and she knows what's best for her. Back off. If she needs our opinion she’ll ask for it.” She turned to Allen. “Allen, I have no idea what’s going on with your family, but I don’t think leaving your sister’s was the right thing. But if you think you're doing the right thing, then as your friend I’ll stick by you. Ethane?”
   “Yea, I’m sorry,” He apologized. He picked up the jar and refilled her glass with water.
    Allen took the glass with shaking hands. “It’s...It’s fine.”
    Casey sighed, content. “So, what’s the next step? You’re going to call your aunt right?”
    Allen nodded. “Yea, in a week or so. I just want them to leave me alone.”
   “Alright then, as long as you’ve thought this through.”

    She hadn’t thought this through at all. All she could remember was panicking and red hot fear. And through that she’s hatched this half-baked one eye sore of a plan. What am I going to do? Allen looked up at the night sky. Wouldn’t it be awesome if the answers to her problems would just suddenly drop from the sky? She waited.
    Of course not. Allen thought. Nothing was ever that easy.
    She was standing outside of her hotel, Ethan had insisted on driving her back. Well, as long as I’m feeling miserable, I might as well be miserable alone

Two days later.
    “You still up for tomorrow?” Casey asked as Allen got out of the cab.
    “Yes,” Allen replied. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else to do. Art museum, right?”
    “Art exibition. Have you ever been to one.”
    Oh, the irony. “No, I don’t think so.”
    “Well, it’s not a big deal. Just wear something dressy. Ought to be fine.”
   “Alright.” Allen smiled politely.
    “See you at lunch.”
    Allen raised her hand in a wave. “See ya.”
    “Senora?” Someone called from the top of the stairs leading to the hotel.
    Allen looked up, it was the bellboy. “Yes?”
    “You have a guest?”
    Allen arched her brow. “Excuse me?”
    The bellboy nodded towards the sitting area/Lobby. “There’s a lady. She say’s she’s your sister.”
    Allen frowned. “Did she give a name?”
    The bellboy nodded. “Yes, but...I can’t pronounce it.”
    “Alright, thanks for letting me know.” She walked into the gallery and headed towards the lobby. In the lobby was.... Torroi talking to the manager.
    “Yes, as you can see it’s my fault. Yes, I’m sorry for the trouble.” Torori glanced over at Allen who was walking over towards them. “Oh, hello Allen.”
    “One-san.....I wasn’t expecting you.”

    Torori nodded, all honey and sugars. “Well, I couldn’t leave you alone now could I? I was just telling Mr. Snaches here how I appreciate him letting me bunk with you. ”
    Allen winced. Great now I won't even be able to sleep peacefully. The manager excused himself.
    Torori smiled. Her fangs glistening in the mid evening light.  “So where do you want to do this? Your room?”
    “Yea, sure.” A
    Torori pointed Allen in front of her. “You first, wouldn’t want you to...disappear.”
    “Hump.” Allen lead her outside the lobby. Hilariou, one-san. Very original.

    “Sit,” Torori pointed at the bed. “Sit. And don’t move.”
    Allen walked over to the bed. “Would you like me to roll over as well? Maybe fetch a stick.”
    “Shut-up.” Torori ordered. “Do you have water in here or not.”
    “In the mini-fridge. Gallery to the left,” Allen muttered.
    “Thank you,” Torori walked into the galler and returned a minute later with two water bottle. She threw one at Allen. “You’ll need it.”
    Allen humped, but opened the bottle. Her throat was parched as the Sahara desert.
    Torori leaned against the gallery wall and gurgled down the water. “Bit of a cheap hotel isn’t it? Horrible service.”
    “It’s not the Clinton, but the bed’s pretty comfy. And they speak english.”
   “Ugh-huh,” Torori looked around the room.
    Allen sighed, “How’d you find me?”
    “Wasn’t exactly easy,” Torori began. “I mean you didn’t exactly leave a bunch of clues. The only thing we had was a few major withdrawals from your bank account. We decided to do some digging. It looks like you’ve been trickling money out the whole summer. Surprise, surprise. So you took the money..but where’d it go? No apparent expenditures, no...nothing. You haven’t been gambling, have you?”

    “No!” Allen exclaimed. “No!”
   Torori nodded. “Yea, I didn’t think so either. You’re too smart...or rather, too stupid.”
    Allen scoffed, “What? You wanted to see me gambling? Is that it?”
    “I didn’t want you running away from home, that’s what I didn’t want!” Torori growled. “I warned you, too!”
    Allen scoffed, “THREATNING me is not considered warning me!”
    “Tomato-tameto,” Torori growled. “I mean how can you be so selfish! Katane-One san wasn’t going to bloody beat you into staying!”
    “No, she wouldn’t have...but she’d still have gotten me to stay!”
    “And that’s so bad!”
    “Yes!” Allen slamme the water bottle onto the side table. “ Because I don’t want to hurt you or her anymore! I don’t want you to look at me and think about what I’ve done! I don’t...I don’t want you to blame me!”
    “So what? You’re just going to run away!”
    “I’m not running away!” Allen shouted. “I’m doing the right thing. And that’s staying out of your and everybody’s bloddy face! I’m trying to keep you from hating your own sister!”
    “This is all about you, then.” Torori accused. “You're running away just to protect your self!”

    Tororiu ran over her like a battering ram. “You can tell yourself whatever you want, but you're just trying to keep your self from hurting.”
    Allen turned scarlet, and tightened her grip around the bed sheets. “You don’t think I hurt when I’m away? When I can’t talk to my sister, my family, about the things burning inside me?”
    “Please, don’t be so melodramatic,” Torori snapped. “We’re not living in a tragedy, and you don’t get to throw yourself a pity party. Grow up!”
    “I’m trying! I’m trying to grow up,” Allen snarled, jumping to her feet. “I’m trying to understand why all this happened to me. To us. I’m trying to compensate for what I’ve done!”
    “You don’t even know what you’ve done!”
    “I know I betrayed my sisters, my family. I know my mother-like-sister is knee-deep in trouble that there’s no hope of fixing! All because I can't keep my mouth shut!”
    Torori turned white and cursed.”How-” She cut off and started to pace the room.
    Allen rubbed her mouth, she was breathing hard and it was getting harder to keep standing straight.

    Allen looked at Torori.
    Torori swiped a hand over her face, “Does the place offer coffee?”
    Allen blinked. Suprised. “Ugh....” She finally shook her head, “They’ve got Instant-packs but I know you don’t like them.”
    Allen straightened up. She had an idea. “There’s a coffee shop down the street.”
    Allen rubbed her sweaty hands over her dress, “If you’d like I could go get some cups for us. It’d take a couple minutes. Ten tops. It’s pretty popular.”
    “I promise not to run away.” Allen assured her.
    “Oh,” Torori looked reluctant. “Alright, you go ahead. I’m gonna...take a shower and....twenty-six hour flight...”
    “Oh, right...ugh sure.”
    Torori fought her instincts. “Listen..if you wanna pick up some lunch...I’d appreciate it. It’ll give us some time to sit down and..”
    “Talk?” Allen finished the lingering thought.
    “Yea. Yea..I mean if you’re feeling up to it?” Torori nodded, looking uncomfortable.  
    Allen frowned, “Ugh, ok...Sure. Is mexican ok?”
    “Yea, sure. Whatever.”
    Allen ordered two macho coffee cups and moved to a corner to make a call while the order was getting ready.
    “Yes, hey Eathne. It’s Allen.”
    “Yes, I know.”
    Allen grinned. “I just wanted to give you the go on lunch. I won’t be able to make it.”
    “What? Why not?”
    “My sister just showed up..and apparently we’re having lunch together.”
    “Wait, you mean she hasn’t killed you yet?”
    Allen blinked,”Ugh, no.....Why? Did you want her to kill me?”
    “Well, that’s what I would’ve done.” Ethane paused. “No offense.”
    “Hilarious,” Allen grumbled. “But, yea, your right. I’m surprised too. We we’re just yelling at each other and she suddenly...stops dead. Literally. Then she goes quiet and starts pacing around. The next thing I know is she’s asking for coffee and wanting to do lunch.”
    “Hugh, which one is she?”
    “Number three.”
    “Oh, the quiet-but-diva-within one?Wow!” Ethane whistled. “Now, I’m definitely surprised you're not dead.”
    “Very hilarious,” Ethane chuckled in the background. “Can you let Casey know that I’m sorry?”
    “Yea, sure,” Ethan assured her. “But seriously, nose bleed, or maybe a black eye?”
    “That jokes dead, buried and rotting Ethane,” Ellen stated. “Get a new line” And on that note she turned off her phone.

    “How’s the coffee?” Allen asked. She was having burritos and some other stuff she couldn’t pronounce in her room. Torori-One had decided that she wanted only coffe for noe.
    “Oh, pretty good,” Torori muttered, taking a sip. “Just the way I like it.”
    Ellen nodded. And went back to her meal. She knew they’d have to talk soon, she didn’t think Torori-One was going to just let her walk away. She sat her fork done, “How’d you find me One-san?”
    Torori chewed her food thoroughly before replying. “Your cell phone. We were pretty sure you’d changed the sim card...but Suzuki called Aunt AMriko anyway, she thought getting to know about your phone could help in some way. Do you have to sign in to your phone with a certain ID?”
    “Yea. Anybody can change a sim, and people who travel for business often do. The ID lets people change sims and coverages but let’s them safeguard their contacts and etc.”
    “And you have one.”
    Allen sighed, she was starting to realize where this was going. “Yes, is that how you found me?”
    Torori nodded.“Yes.”
    “You cleaned up after yourself pretty good. We were luck to find out about the Id.”
    “I had some help from friends.”
    Torori tensed. “What kind of friend help’s another friend run away from home?”
    “I insisted.”
    Torori straightened in her chair. “And you’re very persuasive?”
    “So far.”
    Torori nodded. “Alright then. I’m going to let you try to convince me.”
    “You’ll let me go? I won’t have to go back?” Allen asked surprised.
    “No.” Allen slumped, disappointed. “But I will advocate your side to Katane-One if you can convince me.”  
    “How do I do that?” Allen asked, suspicious.
    Torori smiled, “Relax. I’m not going to ask you to cut your fingers off or anything. You can start by answering some of my questions.”
    “What do you want to know?” Allen asked, trying to keep from panicking as her hair started ot stand on the back of her neck.
    Torori frowned, “What do you know?
 “What do I know about what?”

   “About Hiroshi Mayami.”

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Monday, March 24, 2014

15 - Welcome to Argentina, Buenos Aires (Pt. 1)

    Allen quickly slid her cell phone between her right ear and shoulder. “Yea, I’m here,” She reported while shuffling through her bags for her room registration papers.
    “Sorry,” Looking up she smiled apologetically at the receptionist and held up a finger for a moment of patience. “Yea. Yea, sure. I’ll let you know when I do.
    “Auh-hugh. Let me know when you get out. I’ll probably be still asleep by then though.”
    “Yea, see ya in a few.”
   Pocketing her phone and with a vicious determination she returned to searching her bag pack. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. This’ll take just a few minutes”
    Meanwhile, the receptionist nodded smiling a bit tightly, and tried to look like she wasn’t planning to kill her. Allen wouldn't blame her even if she was. It was around three Am. in the morning and God knew how long the lady had been standing up with those kill-la-kill heeled shoes.
    Suddenly Allen’s world blanked and a red hot fuse rushed through her. Blindly she reached for the check-in desk and held on for dear life.
    “Ma'am, are you ok?” The receptionist asked, concerned.
    She waited until the pain subsided and her vision returned. She absently nodded at the receptionist and handed over a few papers.“ Sorry, here you go.”
    “Are you ok?” The women asked again.
    “Yea, sorry. Jet-Lag must be catching on.”
    The women didn't pursue but kept an eye on her just in case she decided to swoon over, or down possibly, on her. “Well, everything seems to be fine,” she finally muttered as she scanned the paper. “Your ID, please?”
    Allen handed her ID over.
    “Umm, Sorry ma’am, but I’m going to need to ask you a couple questions. We have a policy about under age guests.”  
    Allen nodded. She knew about the policy, and thankfully she’d prepared a backup.
    “It says here that the suit was reserved by Maria Morigawa? And your...”
    “Allen Monotame. Maria is my older sister’s secretary, Katane Monotame. My sister is my legal guardian.”
    ‘Um-hum,” the receptionist gave the paper another look before handing it back to Allen. “One moment please.”
    She opened a drawer on the other side and pulled out a few papers on a clip-board and a pen. She handed both to Allen.. “Please fill this in for me. It’s a waiver that says we are not responsible for you should any incident happen while you are our guest. In such a case we, or the proper authorities, will contact your legal guardian.”  
    Allen nodded and quickly filled in random information and tried not to think about getting arrested. She handed the filled out form back to the receptionist.
     Taking the papers, she scanned the answers and then moved to her computer.“Ok, your in room 246. 4th floor. Have a nice stay.”
    “Thank you,” Allen mumbled, taking the mechanical key.
    “Would you like someone to help with the bags?”
    “Ah...” She had one wheeling bags plus her hand bag. “No, thank you.”
    “Can I help you with anything else?”
    Allen shook her head as she picked up her troller. “No, that’s all.”  
    “Well, have a nice stay. And welcome to Buenos Aires.”

 On entering her room, Allen neglectfully disregarded her luggage where she was standing and aimed for the big comfy looking bed. Landing on her back, she let out one of the biggest sigh of exhaustion in her life. It was more like a long grunting sound with wind coming out, but sigh came pretty close. In the past three or four days she’d been in constant flights from hiter-to-hiter and then back around. Half the time she was either seated in a crowded coach or being stranded between flights. Which consisted of mostly eating junk food, walking around, and sleeping on some very uncomfortable seats. It had been worse than her travel to Japan. But.....the flights had been cheap and she’d managed to save a good part of her savings. If her sisters decided to disown her and all.
   Planning on sleeping for the next couple of days she lazily kicked her shoes off, rolled over and pulled the sheets up.


   “Ah, this feel so GOOD!” Allen stretched her hands up into the air to their maximum. She had just woken up and she felt fantastic. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep but since the hotel personnel hadn’t sent someone up to check if she wasn’t dead she assumed it hadn’t been nearly that long.
    Her belly growled.
    Instinctively, she petted it as hunger gnawed at her from the inside. “Calm down, I’ll take care of you in a while.” Still laying down, she turned and twisted to reach her phone in her back pocket. It wasn’t there. She searched her bed and found it near the edge of the bed. “Oh, good.”
    Turning it on, she looked at the time. 8:pm. She had been asleep for 15 hours. Wow.  
    “Hmm, no text.” She scanned her popups and then sat it down on the table besides the bed.  

♪♪Yeah, I’m running free. Yeah, I’m running free.♪♪
Ethane Crowley

    “Well...” Muttering she picked up her phone again. “Morning, Ethane.”
    “It’s 8’pm.”
    “Evenin’ Ethane, then.”
    Ethane sighed on the other side, “You sound too god-gum chirpy for someone who ran away.”
    Allen shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a naturally chirpy person.”
    “You can’t see it, but I’m rolling my eyes at you.”
    “That’s good to know.” She rolled her own pair in response.
    “Did you at least call them? To let them know you're safe and ok?”
    Her shoulders went rigid, “I left a note. Ethane, can we talk about his later? Give me your address and you can interrogate me in person later.”
    Ethane humped in the background. “Fine get something to write on.”

     Allen put her phone back on the side table after Ethan ended the call. Pulling her covers back further she reached for the wired phone the hotel had provided.  She dialed the front-desk. “Hello, this is Ariana at the front desk. How can I help you?”
    “Could you please connect me to the concierge?”
    “Ugh, yes...that would me, too.”
    “Right, sorry. Could you call a cab for 30 minutes from now.”
    “Yes, Senora. I’ll get right on it. Anything else?”
    “Umm...Does the hotel have a cafe....”
    “We've a sorted number of snacks and frozen meals at your disposal. You should have a menu by the phone. Water, coffee, and tea are complimentary.”
    Allen grabbed the said menu and studied it. “I’ll have the chicken sandwich and a slice of chocolate cake to go with it. You can charge it to the same account number that booked the room. As to the beverages...”
    “You should see a mini-fridge in the little gallery leading to the restroom.”
    Allen spotted the mini-fridge. “Yea, I see it. Thanks alot. And can you delay the cab to 45 minutes.”
    “Yes, Senora. Your food should be arriving within five minutes. Have a nice day”
     “Thank you.”
    Alen slammed the phone down and sat up on the bed. She bounced a little, testing the bed. “Heheh!” Gleefully she scanned the room for her luggage.
    She was picking through her clothes when the door knocked. “Coming.”
    A bellboy in green stood outside with a platter covered with a cotton cover.“This is for you, Senora.”
    “Right, thank you.” Allen took the platter and handed him the tip she’d set aside in advance.
    Closing the door with one hand, she headed towards her bed. She imagined all the different ways she was going to savor her food. What pattern, how long she was going to chew...
    Settling on her bed she rubbed her hands together, “Ok, let’s see...” She pulled the hot-pot cover over to see  something wrapped in a paper in a one inch diameter. And literally one really tiny-and-thin slice of cake. “Seriously? I’d have been better off grugling down a couple of water bottles.” Disappointed, she felt sickened at the hotels atrocity. Her belly growled and shaking her head, Allen ruefully picked up the sandwich and unwrapped it.

    “Is the cab here yet? It’s been nearly an hour!” Frustrated, Allen kicked her bed, and regretted it instantly.
    “We’re dearly sorry. But we can’t do anything. We just call the company and they send the cab. Is there anything else I can do for you, Senora?”
    “No thank you,” Allen said hoarsely as water collected on the rims of her eyes. “Just let me know when the cab gets here.”
    “Will do.”
    Rolling her eyes, Allen slammed the phone down and dropped back onto the bed. “I wish I’d packed a book.” Bored, she picked up her phone again and flipped through it’s contents.

NimbaPio (Allen)
    Are you awake yet?
    Course. Wednesday. Work.
     Just checking. Chiyo-San?
KenTo Peace
    Work, too. Let her know you arrived safe and sound. She’s probably eating her nails getting worried.
    Sent a text when I landed.
    Good. Any problems?
    No. Nothing big. Normal irritations. I can handle them.
    Alright. Let me know if you need anything.
    I still think you shouldn’t have run off.
    Why does everyone keep saying that? I get it. It wasn’t the best idea but I’m not apologizing.
    Well.. When’s your flight to the US?
    In a week. I’ll go to Aunt Mariko.
    Won’t your sister’s have called her?
    Probably. But she’ll let me stay. I can talk her around.
    I sure hope so. Did you met your friend yet?
    No. Waiting for the cab to arrive.
    Ok. Be safe. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll text later. Boss hovering. Good luck.
    Thanks. See ya.

Allen turned off her phone and dropped it aside.. I’ll just have to hope...

She’s got a lot of things in her mind, and she’s done her best by us all the time.....DON’T hurt her.

    Allen sighed. Ever since she’d left home Torori-One’s threat flashed through her mind every couple minutes. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought she was being hunted or Torori-One had a spell done on her. Which was ludicrous, Torori-One hated spell work. She was allergic to cinnamon. A major ingredient in spells.
    But she was hunted. Hunted by her own choices. Had she done the right thing? The longer she stayed at home....the more she had remembered what she had done. What she had caused......She just needed to get away......It wasn’t like running, she told herself, that’s cowardice. I’m just going away so I don’t remind them of...what I did.  Besides, she didn't have it easy either. It would be so much easier to just go back and ignore what she’d done. Ignore the fact that they knew what she’d done. At least this way she was suffering. Paying for her deeds. penance for her sins and all.
    It wouldn’t be fair to enjoy life and her sisters love, and caring efforts when-
Bing. Bing. Bing.
Rubbing her eyes, Allen grabbed the hotel phone.
    “Senora, your cab has arrived.”
    “Alright,..I’ll be down in a few.”
    “I’ll let the cabbie know.”
    Allen ended the call and pocketed her cell phone. She snagged a bottle of water from the mini fridge before heading for the lobby.  

    “Gracias,” the cabbie thanked her  as she got off.
    “No problem.” Allen muttered. “Thanks for the chat. It helped cheer up my mood. Considerably.”
    The man waved his hand, “I enjoyed as well.”
    Allen nodded and stepped aside so the driver could pull out. “Bye.” She waved as the man drove away. As soon as she’d sat down in the cab the man had told her she was too young to be on vacation alone. And because she hadn’t had the nerve to tell him she wasn’t on vacation, she didn’t correct him. So taking pity on her the man had told her all about the places she’d find awesome, and stories about his ninyos. He’d then warned her off of strangers and gave her his card to call him if she needed a ride. In the end, her mood had risen from it’s nearly decomposed state and with effort she had managed to push away her doubts. They were probably somewhere recuperating, they had gotten a pretty hard hit. She wouldn’t have to worry about them for a while.
     She scanned the crowd and saw a figure waving at her from near the stadium door. She walked towards him.
    “You're late. By an hour.”
    “Like you’ve never been late in your life, Captain Ship-shape Mackenzie.”
    Ethane grinned. “My middle name’s on time, actually.” They quickly hugged.
    “Right,” snickering, Allen pulled away and opened the stadium door. “You guys still practicing?”
    “Nope, just finished a while ago. Everyone’s waiting for you.”
    “I’ll have to apologize for making them wait. The Hotel service was horrible. And I’m starving, they had the most teeny-tiniest fish sandwich I’ve seen in my life!”
    “How come I don’t get an apology?”
     Allen smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry I’m late, happy now?”
    “Very,” He walked besides her. “What do you expect? It’s a two-star hotel, a B-and-B would have been better.”
    “Now you tell me?”
   - Hey guys, I'm so excited!!! Here's a hint...........Are you ready?........Are you definitely sure?..........Ok, so here I go.

(lol) Sorry, getting serious. We're getting really close to the climax!!! (Screams wildly!! And jumps around in a circle.) Soon you'll all understand what was behind all the hints of the past, what Allen did (or she thinks she did) and her panic attacks. Stay tuned for all the fun coming up, and please follow my blog H's Blogging Haven for more updates, blog stories from other authors, and more cool stuff. Again, if you liked this please share, comment, and like.

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