*sigh*
You guys are STUBBORN.
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CHAPTER 3
It had been a normal day. Grace
had gotten up, taken a shower, eaten breakfast, and then gone down to work in
her workshop. Bob, the barber, came to
have a rouge buzzer fixed. “It keeps on turning on and disturbing Scissors,” he
said. Scissors was his tabby cat. Grace opened up the buzzer, and inspected
it. Surprisingly, it took her several
hours to find and fix the problem. Just
as she was screwing the cover back on, the bell on her door jingled. She glanced up. Three strangers were standing in her
shop. A young man, probably in his
thirties, was standing at the counter.
The young woman beside him looked to be his wife, and the boy—who was
rather cute—might have been thirteen.
The man and boy looked like they had greenish-blond hair. Grace started. She looked again. Their hair was only blond. She decided it must have been the light.
“Hi!” said the man. “I’m Robert, and my wife’s name is Rosie. This is our son, Russell.” Grace mentally placed all of the first letters
of their names together to make RRR. This family obviously likes alliteration,
she thought. Then the man named Robert
began to speak again, breaking her train of thought. “We were traveling
through, and we thought we’d stay here.
Is there a hotel here somewhere?” he asked.
“The nearest one is the Forde Inn.
Right down the street. Hi. I’m Grace, by the way.” Grace said. The boy named Russell snickered. “What?” she asked. “Sorry,” Russell said, “but it’s just that
now I know three girls named Grace.”
Grace snorted. She knew Grace was
a common name, but it was hers and she liked it. There was no reason for this boy to point out
it was common, but then again, she did ask.
“Thanks,” the man said. “You’re
welcome,” said Grace. The family
left. She looked back down at the
buzzer, but her mind was elsewhere. She
felt.......drawn to this family, as if something greater than her was
working. She shook her head to clear her
thoughts. Resolving to check the family
out later, Grace looked down at the buzzer and continued to screw on the cover.
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ALSO ROCKY.
PLEASE.
I NEED YOUR IMPUT LIKE GOLUM NEEDS THE PRECIOUS.
PLEASE.
~~Zoë Wingfeather
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