want a traditional life, which was fine, but I
really didn't know what kind of life I did want. At least I'd
finally quit my job. That was a step in the right direction. Wasn't
it?
“You
have options now. Lots of them,” I told myself as I finally
got my hair under control. My trump cards. My wishes. I grinned at
myself and went into my room to get a change of clothing, avoiding
the crazed demon that was now sitting on my sofa.
I need
to look nice today, I thought as I slid open the doors to my
closet. First off, I was tired of getting looks from Mr. Pressed and
Pompous. Second, I was going to the museum. Queen Bee with the
sandy hair and the aquamarine eyes was working today. Couldn't hurt
to stop by like I just happened to do every Wednesday. Maybe one day
he'd notice me and ask me out. Maybe not. It was worth a shot.
Besides, they had a new exhibit that I was dying to see on ancient
Egypt. I knew looking at the ancient pieces would give me clarity;
it always did. I just wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with
Levie. I guess I would have to take him with me. If he would go,
that is. I figured that was his problem; he was a big boy. If he
didn't want to go then he could entertain himself on his own.
Already steeling myself for a fight, I dressed myself and marched
into the living room like a soldier about to go into battle.
Levie was
wearing his glasses and reading a different novel than the one he'd
had before. This one was called The Sexy Pirate Pillager .
Where he got these books, I had no idea, didn't want to know. He
didn't even look at me when I walked up to him. I wondered what he
would think of the outfit that I was wearing. Most people thought it
was weird to wear a corset and jeans out on the town. But what
people didn't get was that nowadays, corsets were made for going out.
Why add all the extra zippers and bows if no one was going to get to
admire it?
I cleared
my throat to get Levie's attention. He turned the page but didn't
look up.
“I'm
going to the museum before lunch. There's an exhibit on ancient
Egypt. I'm not sure if you want to go or what, but I don't really
know if I should leave you here. After what happened last time, that
is.”
“I
will go,” was all he said as he folded his book closed and set
it on the seat next to him. “I cannot risk the rack again.”
I hadn't been referring to my mistake but to the dead gnomes that
I'd had to clean up when I came home. Getting the smell of burnt
flesh out of the furniture had taken about two gallons of Febreze and
a shitload of incense. But he could take it however he chose.
When he
finally looked at me, he removed his glasses and his eyes roved
appreciatively. At least, I thought so until he opened his mouth.
“At
least you look somewhat presentable now,” he said, standing up
and stretching his arms and wings. What the hell was that? It
was better than a direct insult but not by much. I rolled my eyes
and decided not to try and explore the intricacies of demon manners.
I grabbed
my leather wallet off the coffee table and stuffed it into my back
pocket. I thought briefly about taking my truck, but the museum
wasn't far away; it would be an easy walk. Besides, gas required
money. Of which I had little of at this point. At least today was
the second Wednesday of the month, free admission after twelve.
“How
did you sleep last night?” I asked as we entered the hallway.
I locked the door securely behind me. “I can't imagine you'd
be all that comfortable with those wings.” Levie sniffed
rudely.
“I
slept horribly, and it had nothing to do with my wings.” He
reached a hand up and rubbed at his left cheek. “I was covered
in human filth.” I stopped at the top of the stairs, my hand
resting lightly on the rail. Levie paused behind me and looked away,
almost shamefully.
“A
kiss on the cheek bothered you that much?” I asked and then
continued down. I didn't wait
really didn't know what kind of life I did want. At least I'd
finally quit my job. That was a step in the right direction. Wasn't
it?
“You
have options now. Lots of them,” I told myself as I finally
got my hair under control. My trump cards. My wishes. I grinned at
myself and went into my room to get a change of clothing, avoiding
the crazed demon that was now sitting on my sofa.
I need
to look nice today, I thought as I slid open the doors to my
closet. First off, I was tired of getting looks from Mr. Pressed and
Pompous. Second, I was going to the museum. Queen Bee with the
sandy hair and the aquamarine eyes was working today. Couldn't hurt
to stop by like I just happened to do every Wednesday. Maybe one day
he'd notice me and ask me out. Maybe not. It was worth a shot.
Besides, they had a new exhibit that I was dying to see on ancient
Egypt. I knew looking at the ancient pieces would give me clarity;
it always did. I just wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with
Levie. I guess I would have to take him with me. If he would go,
that is. I figured that was his problem; he was a big boy. If he
didn't want to go then he could entertain himself on his own.
Already steeling myself for a fight, I dressed myself and marched
into the living room like a soldier about to go into battle.
Levie was
wearing his glasses and reading a different novel than the one he'd
had before. This one was called The Sexy Pirate Pillager .
Where he got these books, I had no idea, didn't want to know. He
didn't even look at me when I walked up to him. I wondered what he
would think of the outfit that I was wearing. Most people thought it
was weird to wear a corset and jeans out on the town. But what
people didn't get was that nowadays, corsets were made for going out.
Why add all the extra zippers and bows if no one was going to get to
admire it?
I cleared
my throat to get Levie's attention. He turned the page but didn't
look up.
“I'm
going to the museum before lunch. There's an exhibit on ancient
Egypt. I'm not sure if you want to go or what, but I don't really
know if I should leave you here. After what happened last time, that
is.”
“I
will go,” was all he said as he folded his book closed and set
it on the seat next to him. “I cannot risk the rack again.”
I hadn't been referring to my mistake but to the dead gnomes that
I'd had to clean up when I came home. Getting the smell of burnt
flesh out of the furniture had taken about two gallons of Febreze and
a shitload of incense. But he could take it however he chose.
When he
finally looked at me, he removed his glasses and his eyes roved
appreciatively. At least, I thought so until he opened his mouth.
“At
least you look somewhat presentable now,” he said, standing up
and stretching his arms and wings. What the hell was that? It
was better than a direct insult but not by much. I rolled my eyes
and decided not to try and explore the intricacies of demon manners.
I grabbed
my leather wallet off the coffee table and stuffed it into my back
pocket. I thought briefly about taking my truck, but the museum
wasn't far away; it would be an easy walk. Besides, gas required
money. Of which I had little of at this point. At least today was
the second Wednesday of the month, free admission after twelve.
“How
did you sleep last night?” I asked as we entered the hallway.
I locked the door securely behind me. “I can't imagine you'd
be all that comfortable with those wings.” Levie sniffed
rudely.
“I
slept horribly, and it had nothing to do with my wings.” He
reached a hand up and rubbed at his left cheek. “I was covered
in human filth.” I stopped at the top of the stairs, my hand
resting lightly on the rail. Levie paused behind me and looked away,
almost shamefully.
“A
kiss on the cheek bothered you that much?” I asked and then
continued down. I didn't wait
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