Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Choice ( a serial work of fiction) Part 9

" I suppose" began my uncle " that you are wondering where we are going and why we should do so. " Without waiting for my reply , he continued," We are going to meet with some like me who have relatives like you who coexist, usually amicably. I was talking to David, just the other night.He mentioned that I should bring you tonight. That things had changed even since he had. Particularly with a minor. That it was important that we listen to what was said and ask any questions. Marya wants to meet you. You will find her interesting, I think. She is a sort of historian for us - and mentally keeps the books. "

As he finished his sentence, he turned left into the long driveway of a good sized stucco house. There were people on the porch, some with drinks in their hands , committed to conversations already begun before we were a thought in their world. He pulled the car into the first available space and stopped. I was dressed appropriately for the evening it seemed. The black v necked dress made me look slightly older than my years.

" Andrew! You have made it after all." A tall blonde woman in a sleeveless empire burgandy dresswalked as solidly in her matching stilletto heels as if she had been bare footed on the stairs which lead from the back door. She greeted my uncle with a kiss and an embrace, then turned to me. " Come, my dear. You must be Rae. Let me walk with you- the gravel in the driveway can be tricky if you are not used to it." My uncle silently signaled his consent, indeed his approval. And I was lead away by this beautiful woman to the charming older house from which laughter rang out . He followed directly behind us as gravel became cement stairs leading to the kitchen door.

" Stop" commanded a deep male voice. " Who have we here?"

' This is Rae, niece of Andrew. She will share his adventure." replied my escort.

"Is she a virgin to the house?"

"That she is." I looked over my shoulder at my uncle. He was relaxed and amused.

" Then bring her forward". A tall medium built man with a craigy face and receeding hair line stepped forward. He was well dressed in what appeared to be a hand tailored suit for it fit him perfectly.

He looked solem for a minute. Elizabeth released my arm and stepped to the side.

" I am Duncan. 'Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely ; leave something of the happiness that you bring!' I believe that is the appropriate greeting for the occasion." He looked into my eyes and laughter shook his body.

" Thank you. I came of my own free will."

" Ah, Andrew! You did not tell me that this charming young woman was so well read. Come on in my dear, let me get you a drink. " His arm encircled me like a great gentle bear, directing me towards the lavious buffet table. He poured me a cranberry juice and handed me the faux crystal glass. ' Help yourself to anything that you like." Then he was gone. My uncle had lagged behind to speak with the tall blonde.

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