Whithers: The fun has just begun...

After Johnson and I had our little skirmish, he welcomed me inside. I laid down on his bed without asking, but he didn't seem to care much. I closed my eyes and relaxed, using hearing as my only sense. I could hear Johnson walk over to the left of me, and pick something up. It sounded metal, so I could only assume it was his cell phone. I said nothing and allowed him some peace and quiet while he made a call. It was obviously to a relative of Lady Dowall. It couldn't have been the mother, since she didn't seem to be panicking. So my best guess was a sibling, or an aunt. Most likely a sibling. And by the way Johnson talked, it was obviously a woman. How did I come to that conclusion? Well, Johnson seemed like the kind of guy who would be awkward around woman, but very tough around guys. It's a male thing, I suppose. That, and I heard him call her "Miss Dowall." Thus, I came to the conclusion it was her sister.

When he hung up I said, "So, what did she say?"

"What did who say?" he asked, still treating me as if I was an amateur.

"I'm not an idiot. You were talking to Lady Dowall's sister," I said with a slight chuckle. I'm not quite sure what I found funny, but it just seemed appropriate to laugh at the moment.

My eyes were still closed, but I could practically see the rolling of the eyes. He said nothing. Suddenly, the sound of jingling reached my ears. I opened my eyes and sat up. I blinked a couple of times as the blurry world started to come into focus. "So, where we going?"

"What are you blabbering about now?" he asked angrily. He was obviously using this angry tone to distract me from the keys he was hiding behind his back.

"Stop your crying! I heard you pick up your keys."

"Can you stop with that!?"

"Stop with what? Be more specific."

"Stop with the whole... 'I'm smarter than you' thing."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about!"

"Actually, no. I don't."

"Oh just...shut up. Let's go." He swung open the door and marched outside. I sat there for a moment in thought.

"You coming smart-guy?" I heard him call.

I jumped off the bed and made my way out the door. "Coming moron!"


I slept on the way. I guessed we were heading to his office, so we could talk with Lady Dowall's sister. Was I right? Of course!

We walked in through the front door and down the hall. We stopped at his office door. As he reached into his pocket for the keys, I smiled and said, "Just let me do all the talking, alright?"

Johnson stopped in his tracks. "Oh, I forgot. I have to get something out of the closet," he lied. I knew it was a lie, but I went along with it. I followed him around a couple corners till we came to a filthy looking door.

"What's in here?" I asked, suppressing a huge grin.

He threw open the door before he replied. "You," he said as he grabbed me and threw me in. Before he closed the door, I reached out and grabbed a hold of his tie. He slammed the door and laughed. Then I could hear him boiling outside as he realized I was holding his tie. I could feel him tugging on it, trying to pull it out of my hands. Finally, the door swung open. He hit my hands away from the tie and grabbed the door, preparing to slam it. I slipped through the slit in the door before it closed. We stood side by side, almost exactly how we had been before.

"You're a child," I said with a laugh.

"And you're an old hag," he said, wiping some dust off his shoulder.

"Touche," I said. We walked back towards the office, and I couldn't help but smile. This is fun! I thought as we entered the office.

But right when I made eye contact with Lady Dowall's sister, I knew the fun had only just begun.

The End

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