The Dog (pt 14)
Posted on | May 15, 2010 | Comments Off
Doone was worried about his Mistress as she was truly coming unglued by this wedding she had to attend. She wasn’t really fond of social gatherings, especially having spent the last several months cooped up in her room staring out the window feeling sorry for herself. Anxiety alert was on high and Doone was trying his best to do everything possible to make things easier for her. Ironing and polishing was the least he could do, but he just couldn’t seem to convince her that there was nothing to be anxious about and that she’d look beautiful in the dress with ruffles. He couldn’t convince her that black was acceptable at weddings here on the East Coast. She was brought up it was inappropriate, or bad luck or something. (Just not done in California where she was from.) She was pale and convinced she’d look like a vampire. Vampires were the rage these days so perhaps she’d look lovely in that regard.
Doone watched her as she ran around the house looking for this and that, having procrastinated but being good at it, so she accomplished her tasks one by one in a hurry. She hadn’t even tried the ruffled dress on again since its purchase and wasn’t even sure it still fit. She had very little time (an hour) to find another so for her sake he hoped it did. He hoped that she felt beautiful in it despite her initial reservations and that she could walk in with confidence. His goal had always been to help her feel better about herself. This was not an easy task. She was proving to be quite difficult.
He didn’t dare stop her as she flitted about the house, though he wanted to offer an opinion on her make up, he wasn’t sure it would be received well. She didn’t have to go the undead route, she could soften it up a bit with pastels. She’d never listen to him. She was still having trouble with the fact he could iron.
He wished he could accompany her, to assure her that everything would be ok, but that would be impossible. He was under orders from The Worm Guy to accomplish his task. He wondered where The Worm Guy had gone off to, last he knew he was visiting the Art Teacher and hadn’t been heard from in a while. Hmmm…
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