reputable.
Her smile was apologetic, and her hand on his cheek only made what she said next all the harder to deal with.
"Antonio, thank you for a memorable evening, it will stay with me for a long time. Yes, I feel our connection, and in another place and time, we might have stood a chance. My life, me, I come with far more baggage than a casual relationship could stand. There is one more thing to add; I am not an easy lay, nor am I woman who enjoys the usual egotistical ramblings of men."
Thunderstruck, Antonio stood there as she entered her room and closed the door in his face. Nothing would have surprised him more than the end to this evening. Antonio walked away and returned to tip Tommy. “Here, thanks man.”
“What did ya' do, Antonio?”
“That’s it Tommy, nothing. Something is up with her. She said she had too much baggage. You know, I think she’s scared of something, and I don’t know what.”
“Amanda...scared?” Tommy looked skeptical.
Antonio left Tommy with his car, and went to his room.
Kicking off his shoes, Antonio loosened his shirt, and mentally kicked himself for tonight's performance. He was suppose to be holding his dream woman right this minute, they were supposed to be forming this team the Scrolls Legacy spoke of. Instead here he was, alone, had his ass kicked by who knows who, embarrassed in front of Tommy…by many things, saved by his sprite, and then told he was egotistical cougar bait.
Dropping into a chair, Antonio thought about her remark concerning her baggage. If Antonio knew anything about women, he knew they all had baggage. Just how her baggage was, or what in the hell she was making such a big deal out of, he didn't know, but surely he could handle it.
A knock at the door broke his concentration. Answering, Antonio greeted a hotel employee delivering a small bag. Upon tipping the young man, he closed the door and opened the package. Inside, a note attached to a small bottle of oil.
Dear Antonio,
Rub this onto your bruise and laceration tonight. It will be well tomorrow. I am sorry for everything else.
Thank you for dinner.
Sincerely,
Amanda
Rolling his eyes, at least now she kept her word. He walked to the mirror and applied the witch’s voodoo to his injury. At the very least, he’d received something from her. After several days of work, it was something, and tomorrow was another day.
***
Retreating to the desk, he removed his copy of the Scrolls, along with his notes for translation. Determined to use his time wisely, he would continue translating.
His thoughts returned to her and the note, proof she felt the connection. Amanda exhibited no signs of experiencing a similar hallucination involving him. He thought he was going crazy.
He began studying the Ancient texts. The ‘13’ suddenly intrigued him, ahava echad, ‘love one’. The multilevel structure of the Ancient Hebrew fascinated Antonio. There was always more than one possible meaning. This one really captured his attention, and he didn’t know why.
America, a diverse nation, is home to people from all 13 Tribes, predominated by the 13th , Manasseh. America was Manasseh. Hell, America started with 13 colonies. The original flag reflected 13 stars, and 13 stripes. Regardless, many people feared the number 13. Hotels and other high-rise buildings omitted the 13th floors number on their elevators. In Hebrew, it meant ‘love one’ yet, half the people in the world lived in fear of it. He wondered if Amanda feared the number 13. She was sure-as-hell afraid of the translation ‘love one’. Her assertions made it clear, if a hint or
Her smile was apologetic, and her hand on his cheek only made what she said next all the harder to deal with.
"Antonio, thank you for a memorable evening, it will stay with me for a long time. Yes, I feel our connection, and in another place and time, we might have stood a chance. My life, me, I come with far more baggage than a casual relationship could stand. There is one more thing to add; I am not an easy lay, nor am I woman who enjoys the usual egotistical ramblings of men."
Thunderstruck, Antonio stood there as she entered her room and closed the door in his face. Nothing would have surprised him more than the end to this evening. Antonio walked away and returned to tip Tommy. “Here, thanks man.”
“What did ya' do, Antonio?”
“That’s it Tommy, nothing. Something is up with her. She said she had too much baggage. You know, I think she’s scared of something, and I don’t know what.”
“Amanda...scared?” Tommy looked skeptical.
Antonio left Tommy with his car, and went to his room.
Kicking off his shoes, Antonio loosened his shirt, and mentally kicked himself for tonight's performance. He was suppose to be holding his dream woman right this minute, they were supposed to be forming this team the Scrolls Legacy spoke of. Instead here he was, alone, had his ass kicked by who knows who, embarrassed in front of Tommy…by many things, saved by his sprite, and then told he was egotistical cougar bait.
Dropping into a chair, Antonio thought about her remark concerning her baggage. If Antonio knew anything about women, he knew they all had baggage. Just how her baggage was, or what in the hell she was making such a big deal out of, he didn't know, but surely he could handle it.
A knock at the door broke his concentration. Answering, Antonio greeted a hotel employee delivering a small bag. Upon tipping the young man, he closed the door and opened the package. Inside, a note attached to a small bottle of oil.
Dear Antonio,
Rub this onto your bruise and laceration tonight. It will be well tomorrow. I am sorry for everything else.
Thank you for dinner.
Sincerely,
Amanda
Rolling his eyes, at least now she kept her word. He walked to the mirror and applied the witch’s voodoo to his injury. At the very least, he’d received something from her. After several days of work, it was something, and tomorrow was another day.
***
Retreating to the desk, he removed his copy of the Scrolls, along with his notes for translation. Determined to use his time wisely, he would continue translating.
His thoughts returned to her and the note, proof she felt the connection. Amanda exhibited no signs of experiencing a similar hallucination involving him. He thought he was going crazy.
He began studying the Ancient texts. The ‘13’ suddenly intrigued him, ahava echad, ‘love one’. The multilevel structure of the Ancient Hebrew fascinated Antonio. There was always more than one possible meaning. This one really captured his attention, and he didn’t know why.
America, a diverse nation, is home to people from all 13 Tribes, predominated by the 13th , Manasseh. America was Manasseh. Hell, America started with 13 colonies. The original flag reflected 13 stars, and 13 stripes. Regardless, many people feared the number 13. Hotels and other high-rise buildings omitted the 13th floors number on their elevators. In Hebrew, it meant ‘love one’ yet, half the people in the world lived in fear of it. He wondered if Amanda feared the number 13. She was sure-as-hell afraid of the translation ‘love one’. Her assertions made it clear, if a hint or
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