Post by Jon Brooke on Feb 4, 2008 20:58:57 GMT
Jon was half way home, not that it was far, when Issie caught up with him again. ”Uh, sure, we’ve got a million buckets, pop round, and pick one out.” he briefly smiled and kept walking. Buckets were by far the most common things they ever had a request for. That and tool handles. They’d had their work cut out for them when it came to the rebuild of the Hall though. All that fine work, it had certainly paid off. The new Lord was to be moving in soon, and Jon just hoped that he liked it.
”And I don’t think you’re odd. A little weird, the tasting things, well, just plain strange. But you’re not odd. Not in the strictest sense.” She was pleading with him over a bucket. Sure she was weird, and she freaked him out a little, but who was he to turn down business. ”Anything you family needs on the pastures, come and get us, my father and I, we’ll sort it for you.”
Jon started to head off again. He felt cruel, but the list of chores his father had left him had been long enough without the delays of the Strange Taste Girl. She seemed nice enough, but by Jove she was strange. At least this time she hadn’t started the conversation telling him he tasted like apple pie. He gave her a brief smile as they reached the square and the entrance to his home.
”This would be me,” he smiled as he went for the door. ”It’s been nice talking to you and Conor, was it?” he gave her a curt nod and shut the door behind him, pouring the water into the container by the food cupboards. One chore down, a billion and one more to go
”And I don’t think you’re odd. A little weird, the tasting things, well, just plain strange. But you’re not odd. Not in the strictest sense.” She was pleading with him over a bucket. Sure she was weird, and she freaked him out a little, but who was he to turn down business. ”Anything you family needs on the pastures, come and get us, my father and I, we’ll sort it for you.”
Jon started to head off again. He felt cruel, but the list of chores his father had left him had been long enough without the delays of the Strange Taste Girl. She seemed nice enough, but by Jove she was strange. At least this time she hadn’t started the conversation telling him he tasted like apple pie. He gave her a brief smile as they reached the square and the entrance to his home.
”This would be me,” he smiled as he went for the door. ”It’s been nice talking to you and Conor, was it?” he gave her a curt nod and shut the door behind him, pouring the water into the container by the food cupboards. One chore down, a billion and one more to go
