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Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.






Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 9

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 9

Docile, adjective: ready to accept control or instruction; submissive.

Inflict, verb [with object]: cause (something unpleasant or painful) to be suffered by someone or something; (inflict something on) impose something unwelcome on.

Whimper, verb [no object]: (of a person or animal) make a series of low, feeble sounds expressive of fear, pain, or discontent; [with direct speech] say something in a low, feeble voice expressive of fear or pain; noun: a low, feeble sound expressive of fear or pain; (a whimper) a feeble or anticlimactic tone or ending.



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                          Home For Christmas-Part 9

     I heard the police officers talking in the front seat about how the gun would nail me.  I wanted to whimper; but being docile and cooperative had gotten me nowhere it was time to pull myself together. But how could a gun I’d never seen or touched hurt me?  They'd test it and not find my fingerprints or any gun residue on my hands. But if it was that easy, there wouldn't be any innocent people in jail. I started to think how easily it would to be framed. I had passed out and the police came in the room effortlessly. Why had I passed out so quickly? I only drank two small bottles of booze, the kind they had on airplanes. I’d drank more than that before and had nothing more than a buzz. Wait a minute, those screw tops bottles had been easy to open and there were no other drinks in the fridge. That was odd in it's self why hadn't I noticed that?

     But how could someone have known I’d stay there and how had they tampered with the bottles before I opened them? Could someone have entered the room and put my fingers on the gun? That was all in my imagination, wasn’t it? I had to safeguard myself if there was any chance that this could have happened I had to take steps now to test my blood and make sure my lawyer had the results. I banged on the back of the seat with my feet to get the passenger seated cop to pay attention.

   “Quiet down there. We’ll be in Thunder Bay soon,” the cop shouted.
    “I need my blood tested. You have to take me to a medical centre,” I insisted.
    “Listen, honey, the only place you’re going to is jail,” The cop responded.
    I took a deep breath, pictured my father speaking and said,“No, you listen. I insist you have my blood tested or your case against me will hit the skids before it even begins,” I continued.
    “And why is that?”
    “My mother and my lawyer, will skewer you in court and get the evidence thrown out, all because you didn’t allow me a proper defense.”
    “Ooh, I’m so scared of your mommy and your lawyer.”
    “You should be afraid my lawyer is my father I’m sure you’ve heard of him, Alfred Danvers of Danvers, Appleby, and Turner...”
   “I’ve heard of him he’s a top criminal lawyer in Canada he got that mobster, Frederik Manzi off and made my buddy look stupid. I'd like to inflict some pain on him,” muttered the one cop.
   “Alleged mobster,” I commented.
   “Ooh, I’m so afraid,” the cop driving the car said.
   “But you didn’t hear who my mother is...”
   “Who is your mother?” asked the passenger side cop laughing.
   “Judge Nancy Bellman,” I answered, “She goes by her maiden name.”

    The passenger side cop drew in a breath as if shocked and then turned to the driver and said, “I think there’s a medical centre just before the police station let’s stop there.”

     We reached the medical center and I was taken in in cuffs into it where the two cops demanded a blood test. A few minutes later I was off to jail where they took my fingerprints and then allowed me to make my one phone call. I called my dad’s office and my dad’s secretary put him on.

    “Mel, honey it’s great to hear from you. Did you get a flight will you be home in time for Christmas?”
    “Dad I need you. I’ve got legal trouble,” I insisted my voice, barely audible and fighting back tears.
     “What’s happened?”
  “I’ve been arrested for attempted murder, murder and aiding and abetting the kidnapping of two children,” I answered, “Also I may have been drugged.”
   “Where are you, Melanie?” my dad asked sighing.
   “Thunder Bay, Ontario.”
   “I’ll get a flight out as soon as possible. Don’t say a word until I get there. I mean it not one word.”
   “I think I made it worse. I already talked to them before they charged me.”
   “Don’t worry pumpkin. I’ll get you out of this and I’ll bring your mother, we will fix this,” my dad promised.

    I breathed a sigh of relief feeling like a little kid. My father, the super hero lawyer would arrive and he’d make all of these ridiculous charges go away. Then I remembered he'd bring my mother. I knew she’d give me the cold treatment and that hurt more than anything. She'd start judging me again and lecturing me about being too soft and foolish. I stared at the brick wall of my cell as I sat on the mattress. At least I hadn’t been housed with anyone...yet. Why had I given Kyle and his girlfriend Angela a ride? Then I remembered Kyle was dead. Poor Kyle. Who had killed him, Angela’s husband? But they said he was dead. How could a dead man kill anyone? Had the man faked his death? My dad and my mother would figure this all out and then I’d get out of this hellhole...I had to believe that I could survive time in this cell I’d be out before tomorrow with my dad in charge.

To be continued
©Sheilagh Lee  February 25, 2015


Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 8

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 8

Content, adjective: in a state of peaceful happiness; satisfied with a certain level of achievement, good fortune, etc., and not wishing for more; verb: satisfy (someone); noun: a state of satisfaction.

Evolve, verb: develop gradually, especially from a simple to a more complex form; (with reference to an organism or biological feature) develop over successive generations, especially as a result of natural selection.

Sober, adjective: not affected by alcohol; not drunk; serious, sensible, and solemn; free from alcoholism; not habitually drinking alcohol; muted in color; verb: make or become sober after drinking alcohol; make or become more serious, sensible, and solemn.



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                          Home For Christmas-Part 8

     The shorter cop entered the bathroom and shouted “Clear.”
    “What? What have I done?” I demanded to know feeling sick and wishing I wasn’t wearing yesterday’s wrinkled clothes.
   “You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.  If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney.  Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, would you be willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?” the shorter cop said to me.
   “Yes, I’ll answer any of your questions, but I’m under arrest for what?” I asked but they didn't tell me right away.
   “Where are they?” demanded the taller cop.
   “Where are whom?” I countered.
   “Angela Batawali and her children Ajeet and Devika Batawali,” The other cop answered.
   “I don’t know,” I answered.
   “Do you realize how serious this is? You have aided and abetted a kidnapping.”
   “What? I’ve not aided and abetted anyone. I gave her and her children a ride because I ran into my high school friend Kyle and gave him a ride. Then he asked me to give Angela and her children a ride. He knew the woman,” I explained.
   “That would be one, Kyle Danforth?”
   “Yes,” I answered.
   “The same Kyle Danforth that witnesses said you argued with in a restaurant last night?” the other cop stated.
   “I did argue with him. He lied to me. He and Angela were involved and he acted like he was into me, so I left. He hadn't evolved and I had. Kyle, Angela and her kids stayed with her brother Scotty Warner,” I admitted.
  “Scott Warner is her brother?” the taller cop asked.
  “That’s what they told me. As I understand it Scotty is her half-brother. His mother married Angela’s father when he was five and then when they divorced her father kidnapped Angela and took her to India.”
  “You seem have been very invested in Kyle Danforth for someone who hadn’t seen him since high school,” the shorter cop commented.
  “I’m an idiot carrying a torch for man all these years, which was really puppy love,” I admitted and then blushed.
  “Did you also know Scott or Scotty Warner as you call him well?”
  “I met him when Kyle and I were young, but no he was Kyle’s friend. You don’t think Scotty and Kyle knew she kidnapped her children? She told them she fled an abusive husband and I believe her. Did you see her hotel room at the Hilton? One of her kids said she thought her dad had done it.”
  “The room that Angela and her children stayed in that was destroyed at the Hilton? You weren't content to sit back and let her take your man; were you? Do you admit you destroyed the room in a fit of jealousy?”
  “What? No, I didn’t destroy the room; I told you Angela’s ex-husband did it.”
  “That’s impossible Ms. Danvers; her ex-husband’s been dead for six months.”
  “But Angela and her daughter said they saw her ex-husband. It has to be a mistake,” I protested but the cops ignored me and the smaller cop asked, “So you’re saying that the last time you saw Kyle Danforth and Scotty Warner was at the restaurant last night?”
  “Yes, but why do you want to know this? Why aren’t you trying to find Angela’s crazy ex-husband? I know he’s alive.”
  “Did you leave this room last night?” asked the taller cop not answering my questions.
  “No. I meant to get something to eat, but I was stupid and drank myself into a stupor, passing out and waking up to you two hammering on the door. Then you opened it before I could get there with guns drawn.”
  “Then how do you explain the gun we found outside your room?”
  “Gun? What would a gun have to do with me?” I asked then looking at the two cops faces I knew they held something back.
 “Someone’s been shot?”
 “You tell us,” the taller cop said.
 “How in the hell would I know?”
 “Kyle Danforth and Scott Warner were found shot this morning in a cabin just down the way from you,” the shorter cop said.
I thought I would pass out hearing this but I pulled myself together and asked,“What? Will they be okay?” I asked.
 “Scott Warner was taken to hospital by air ambulance in Thunder Bay. He’s listed in critical condition and has been unable to tell us about the shooter,” the taller cop said.
 “And Kyle? He’s okay?” I begged.
 “I’m sorry Kyle Danforth was pronounced dead at the scene by the coroner,” the shorter cop answered.

  I looked for the garbage can and promptly threw up in it then I wiped my mouth with a tissue and apologised. As I struggled to come to terms with Kyle’s death tears streamed down my face.

  “Where’s your car?” asked the taller cop.
  “My car’s not there?” I said shocked and wiping my eyes with tissue.
  “Enough of this we know the shooter was you. We’ll continue this discussion down at the police station. Then maybe you’ll tell us where you let Angela take your car with her kids,” the shorter cop stated.
  I didn't do this,” I cried, but they still looked at me with those laser eyes.

 I wasn't going to make it home for Christmas...if only I had stayed sober; I hysterically thought but then the situation got worse. 

  “Melanie Danvers I’m arresting you for the attempted murder of Scott Warner and the murder of Kyle Danvers,” the taller cop answered slapped cuffs on my wrists while pulling my arms behind my back and marched me through the busted door and to the waiting police car.

To be continued next week
©Sheilagh Lee  February 18, 2015

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 7

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 7

Devious, adjective: showing a skillful use of underhanded tactics to achieve goals; (of a route or journey) longer and less direct than the most straightforward way.

Frown, verb [no object] furrow one's brow in an expression of disapproval, displeasure, or concentration; (frown on/upon) disapprove of; noun: a facial expression or look characterized by a furrowing of one's brows.

Venomous, adjective: (of animals, especially snakes, or their parts) secreting venom; capable of injecting venom by means of a bite or sting; (of a person or their behavior) full of malice or spite.



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                          Home For Christmas-Part 7

   “He’s in love with you,Melanie,” Angela said and then frowned.
   “Kyle’s not in love with me.”
   “He is,” Angela insisted.
  “No, if he thinks he is then he is in the same position as me. I was in love with the image of my youth. I haven’t seen him in nine years and I fell into a pattern. I don’t know this man. I’m a fool for listening to any of you.”
   “You do know him,” Angela continued.
   “I don’t. You had some kind of relationship with him. Didn’t you?”
   “How did you know? Did Kyle finally tell you?”
  “No, but you just did. Get lost Angela. I’m out of the way you and Kyle can be very happy together,” I replied bitterly.
   “You don’t understand. Kyle was there when I left my husband a year ago but we’re not together now,” Angela insisted.
   “Listen to me I don’t care about Kyle. He’s was an illusion of love and now that’s over.”
   “You'll be sorry,”Angela said venomously.
  “Are you threatening me? I’m leaving now. Don’t follow me, but tell Kyle I said goodbye,forever,” I replied,"He's all yours."
   Turning to leave I realized that the woman coming out of the stall had heard our entire conversation. Mortified I turned and left the washroom. I put my coat back on and left the restaurant climbing into my car and then realized their bags were still in my car. I picked them up and carried them into the restaurant depositing them on the floor next to their table. Kyle reached out and grabbed my arm and said, “We have to talk.”
  “Here’s the money you gave me for gas,” I said pulling away and holding out the bills, but he grabbed my arm again.
    I pulled away and shouted, “Leave me alone Kyle. I’m leaving now. Don’t try to stop me.”

     I jumped in my car and started down the road; but looking back I saw Kyle standing on the road. For a moment I doubted my decision and then I realized I was correct all along it had been puppy love; the kind you have when you are young and don’t realize what real love can be. Besides he had been devious hiding things that he thought I shouldn't know. No more beating myself up I thought (but of course I lied to myself.) Maybe I hadn’t found real love yet, but someday I had hopes that I would. My goal now was to get home for Christmas; but I was tired and hungry I needed to find a cheap motel and a diner. I found the Hinterland Hideway and pulled in. Depressed and a little angry with myself I drank heavily with some booze I found in the minibar and fell into a drunken stupor across the bed. I woke up at midday hearing hammering at the door. I attempted to get up to tell them I would stay another day when the yelling began and the door was battered open. Two men yelled "Police" their guns drawn. 

©Sheilagh Lee  February 11, 2015

To be continued

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 6

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 6

Desire, noun: a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen: [with infinitive]; strong sexual feeling or appetite; verb [with object]: strongly wish for or want (something); want (someone) sexually.

Shiver, verb [no object] (of a person or animal) shake slightly and uncontrollably as a result of being cold, frightened, or excited; noun:
a momentary trembling movement.

Wilt, verb [no object]: (of a plant, leaf, or flower) become limp through heat, loss of water, or disease; droop; (of a person) lose one's energy or vigor.



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                          Home For Christmas-Part 6

     After about five hours of driving that car still on our tail and I no closer to having the discussion I desired with Kyle. Why was it so hard for me to speak up with him?

   “I’m hungry,” Ajeet whined followed by Devika trying to shush him.
   “Hush children, we’ll stop in a little while,” Angela comforted.
   “It’s okay we’ll stop at the next diner we see. I’m hungry too,” Kyle answered.
  “But the car that’s following you?” I whispered as not to alert Angela and the children.
  “Don’t worry I know who that is. We’re in no danger,” Kyle said cryptically.
  “Who is it?” I asked but received no answer.

     Kyle turned into a diner parking lot and the car turned too. We all piled out of the car to go into the restaurant and Kyle handed me several hundred for the gas money.

     I told him it was too much but he said it was enough for the entire trip. Angela looked like a hot house flower that had wilted in the snow and cold. We were interrupted when the black car pulled up and the driver stepped out. The man threw his arms around Angela as she shivered in the cold wind and she hugged him back. I was stupefied who was this?

    “Scotty I’m so glad you’re here. He wants to kill me,” Angela stated snuggling in closer to him.

    Scotty? I looked at him closer; it was Scotty Warner. Where was Caroline? She couldn't be far behind. “Scott?” I asked.
    “It is you. I thought that was you Melanie Danvers. Wow, you have blossomed.”
    “Thank you,” I replied awkwardly.
    “Let’s get in out of this wind and snow. Join us for breakfast Scott.”
    “Thank you I think I will,” he said tucking Angela into his side.

    He walked Angela and the kids into the diner like they were his family and he, the father. I wondered how he knew Angela and how he knew where to find her.

    We sat at one big table and after we’d all ordered, I asked, “So how do you know Angela? I thought you’d be getting ready for your wedding to Caroline.”
    “Angela is my half-sister. She needed me so I came to find her.”
Let’s talk over there; you, me, and Kyle so the kids don’t hear,” Scott insisting pointing to an empty table.
   “We’ll be right back Angie,” Scott said. We followed him to the table and I started quizzing him, “Angela’s your half-sister. I didn’t know you had a sister.”
   “My mother married Angela’s father when I was about five and then after she was born my mom divorced him and received custody. Angela’s dad kidnapped her and took her to India there he raised her. When she turned twenty she came back to Canada with her husband and Devika. She only managed to get in touch with us again a few weeks ago and asked for help. I’ve come to take Angela home with me.”
   “But won’t he find you easily? You’re his brother-in-law.”
  “He has no idea about us. Angela was forced to marry the cretin by her father. She hoped to get away from him years ago; but that bastard just kept her prisoner and she was so afraid she couldn’t leave.”
  “But what about Caroline? How will she feel about Angela coming to live with you,” I asked, thinking Caroline would have a fit. She was so selfish she’d never allow this.
Scott looked at Kyle and there was some kind of silent communication there I couldn’t read.
  “The weddings off...she found herself a sugar-daddy, John Bullard. He’s a CEO of a major company and can buy her every little thing she wants. He’s sixty years old. I think she’s hoping he’ll kick off and leave her all his money,” Scott stated then turning to Kyle he elaborated, “You’ve been there you know how she is. She destroys the relationship you really want (with your help of course) then she moves on after she gets bored.”

   I don’t know exactly what alerted me but in that instant I knew he lied. He didn’t care about Caroline. It was if he was told a story. I looked at Kyle and he turned red.

   “You bastard,” I said, “first you don’t tell me anything about Angela and then you lie about this? It wasn’t Scotty you were engaged to Caroline and she broke it off. You are the cretin. ”
   "Don't blame Kyle he cares about you,"Scott started 
   Kyle reached out for me but I said, “Don’t touch me you creep.”

   I stalked off to the bathroom not wanting him to see my tears of anger and regret that I ever picked him up. A few seconds later, as I fixed my make-up and deciding how to unload Kyle and all his problems, Angela came in to talk to me.

©Sheilagh Lee  February 4, 2015

To be continued

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 5

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 5

Cold, adjective: chilly, chill, cool, freezing, icy, snowy, wintry, frosty, frigid, gelid; bitter, biting, raw, bone-chilling, nippy, arctic; chilly, chilled, cool, freezing, frozen, shivery, numb, benumbed; hypothermic; unfriendly, inhospitable, unwelcoming, forbidding, cool, frigid, frosty, glacial, lukewarm, indifferent, unfeeling, unemotional, formal, stiff.

Depraved, adjective: corrupt, perverted, deviant, degenerate, debased, immoral, unprincipled; debauched, dissolute, licentious, lecherous, prurient, indecent, sordid; wicked, sinful, vile, iniquitous, nefarious; informal warped, twisted, sick.

Powerful, adjective: strong, muscular, muscly, sturdy, strapping, robust, brawny, burly, heavily built, athletic, manly, well built, solid; informal beefy, hunky; dated stalwart; literary stark; a powerful drink: intoxicating, hard, strong, stiff, industrial-strength; formal spirituous; a powerful blow: violent, forceful, hard, mighty; he felt a powerful desire to kiss her: intense, keen, fierce, passionate, ardent, burning, strong, irresistible, overpowering, overwhelming; a powerful nation: influential, strong, important, dominant, commanding, potent, forceful, formidable; literary ; a powerful critique: cogent, compelling, convincing, persuasive, forceful; dramatic, graphic, vivid, moving.


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                          Home For Christmas-Part 5

      The kids and Angela ran and hid in the bathroom. Kyle looked at me and silently asked me to answer the door.
    I walked to the door and pulled the door open a crack with the security lock on.
   “Yes?” I asked the man in the hotel uniform whom I recognized as the front desk clerk who had been there when we checked in.
   “Is Mr. Kyle Danforth there?”
  “Yes, just a minute. Won’t you step in?” I said removing the security lock and opening the door.
  “Mr. Danforth. I’m afraid there’s been an incident in the other room you rented.  Someone broke in and destroyed it. Mrs. Angela Batawali and her children Ajeet and Devika are nowhere to be seen. I’m sorry but management blames you for this. They will be sending you a bill for the three thousand dollars of damage. The police have been called and will also want to speak with you.”
   “Listen Andrew, can I avoid speaking to the police?” Kyle asked producing money from his wallet.
   “Perhaps,” Andrew answered and Kyle handed him two hundred dollars.
  “I can arrange for your car to be brought to the back door as well and if you had left the hotel the police would have to speak to you much later,” Andrew commented.
   “Thank you, Andrew,” Kyle said, “we’ll be down in five minutes. Can you draw me a map to the backdoor?”

   Andrew obediently drew the map and then left with the keys to my car which I gave him. Angela and her children Ajeet and Devika then came out of the bathroom.

   “I am sorry Kyle I should never have gotten you into this. he's depraved and dangerous,” Angela cried throwing her arms around Kyle.
   “I’m sorry Uncle Kyle. My step-daddy needs to go to rehab,” Devika answered.

   Angela shouldn’t have gotten Kyle into this? Uncle Kyle? Step-daddy I thought this guy was here father?

   I had been so stupid I believed Kyle had just met these people; but he’d lied to me. He knew them and knew them well. I should have screamed and yelled at him then, but this man this husband of Angela sounded dangerous and I didn’t want to be found by him or have Kyle have to speak to the police. Why did I protect someone who had lied to me I didn’t know. Oh hell, I lied to myself. I did know I loved the lying jerk and I hoped he had a good explanation for all of this. I’d better not be transporting his mistress to her cousin’s home. My shrink had warned me that I tended to be a doormat in relationships. I had learned to be passive to avoid the backlash from my father while he drank day in and day out. My dad was sober now but the damage had been done he said. I needed to learn to speak up and I wanted to I really did but I wasn’t having this conversation in front of Angela and the kids. It wasn't the kids fault that Kyle lied to me and their step-father sounded like a drunk. I couldn't make their lives more miserable. The conversation could wait. I’d better not be transporting Kyle’s mistress to her cousin’s home.

   We traveled to the backdoor, shivering in the cold and powerful wind, we put all our things in the car and climbed in. It was just after two a.m. when we reached the highway the kids were sleeping in the back and Angela too had drifted off. Kyle drove and headed towards Angela’s cousin’s home near Thunder Bay.

   I wanted to know why he had lied and have it out with Kyle but the car slide and shuddered as snow came down heavily and there was a mysterious black car following us. Kyle needed all his wits about him to concentrate on the road and keep that car from his tail end. My anger would have to wait.

To be continued next week


 ©Sheilagh Lee  January 28, 2015

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 4

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 4

Amicable, adjective: friendly, good-natured, cordial, easy, easygoing, neighborly, harmonious, cooperative, civilized, nonconfrontational.

Frivolous, adjective; a frivolous girl: skittish, flighty, giddy, silly, foolish, superficial, shallow, irresponsible, thoughtless, featherbrained, empty-headed, pea-brained, birdbrained, vacuous, vapid; informal dizzy, dippy, ditzy, flaky; frivolous remarks: flippant, glib, facetious, joking, jokey, lighthearted; fatuous, inane, senseless, thoughtless; informal flip; new rules to stop frivolous lawsuits: time-wasting, pointless, trivial, trifling, minor, petty, insignificant, unimportant.

Unrefined, adjective: unprocessed, untreated, crude, raw, natural, unprepared, unfinished; uncultured, uncultivated, uncivilized, uneducated, unsophisticated; boorish, lumpen, oafish, loutish, coarse, vulgar, rude, rough, uncouth.


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                          Home For Christmas-Part 4


   “I saw you give the clerk a hundred dollar bill,” I announced, angrily.
   “That was so they could notify me if the husband shows up.”
   Embarrassed and annoyed that I'd jumped to conclusions, I asked, “I’m sorry for misjudging you, but where will I sleep?” 
   “You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor,” Kyle offered.
   “No, that’s foolish we’ll bundle,” I offered.
   “Bundle is that as sexy as it sounds?” Kyle asked half-joking.
  “It used to be used during courtship; an unmarried couple's occupied the same bed without undressing. You can also put a blanket down the centre of the bed and then sleep on either side of it.”
  “I guess we could do that,” Kyle said, “The floor’s awfully uncomfortable and probably dirty.

We arranged the top comforter so now cylindrical and placed it as a dividing line. I went into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas.
Kyle broke out laughing when he saw my pajamas.
  “What you don’t like my ‘Foxy’ onesie?” I joked pulling the hood up on them to reveal the fox ears.
   “They’re very cute,” Kyle said and then began singing “What did the fox say?”

  We laughed hysterically.and then we danced around the room and song the fox song. I tripped over a knot in the rug and Kyle caught me. He looked deep into my eyes and as his lips met mine, I kissed him back fiercely. Before I knew it we were lying on his side of the bed, him unzipping my pajamas. I reached to pull off his sweater and then his tee-shirt when we heard a hammering at our door. I quickly zipped up my pajamas and Kyle put on tee-shirt and sweater. Leaving the security lock on, he opened the door a crack.

  “It’s Ajeet, Devika, and at the door,” Kyle said as he hurriedly opened the door and ushered them in. 

   I felt foolish and waited for Angela to find me frivolous and unrefined with my messed hair and swollen lips and dressed in my fox pajamas; but she said nothing about them instead she seemed agitated and fearful. Then I noticed they all carried their suitcases.

   “I am so sorry to disturb you.” Angela said,  “but we must leave.
   “Why?”I puzzled.
  “He’s here, my father's here. I saw him in the parking lot,” Devika said her voice becoming high pitched and clearly frightened.
  “Are you sure?” Kyle asked.
  “Yes, I saw him but he did not see me,” Angela claimed.
  “But he was headed for the front door, mother,”Devika commented.
  “We should leave,now!” Angela said.
  “He won’t find you if you’re here,” Kyle exclaimed.
  “Here?” I asked.
  Kyle looked at me as if begging me to agree, so I said, “Of course you can stay here.”
Wondering where they would sleep.
“You and the children take the bed. Mel and I will take the floor if you give us the comforter and a couple of pillows,” Kyle explained.
“That doesn’t seem right it is your room,” Angela answered.
“We’ll be fine it will be just like camping and you and the children need you rest,” Kyle insisted. 
But what if he comes?Angela asked,
“He won't know you, three are here,”Kyle answered.
Then we will stay. Thank you both,Angela replied.

  A few minutes later we were all camped out; Angela and the kids all comfortable in our bed and Kyle and I sleeping on the hard floor on top of the comforter. An hour later we were all awakened by pounding on our hotel room door.

©Sheilagh Lee  January 21, 2015

to be continued.