Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.
Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.
David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.
Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.
CHAPTER 8
True to his word he returned quickly
but had a frown on his face.
“What's wrong?”
He crossed his arms. “The nurse
said you could only have ice cream if you eat proper food first.”
He dropped his arms and sighed.
“So we will just have to eat
proper food before we can have dessert.”
David turned when he heard laughter
coming from her room, distracted from his call. When the man said his
name again, he closed his eyes for a moment. “Okay. Don't panic. I
will be there as soon as I can.”
After he rang off, he spotted
Phyllis coming towards him.
“Good morning, Mother.”
She smiled as he kissed her cheek.
“And how is our patient?”
He waved her inside and followed.
“Why don't you ask her yourself?”
“I have to go. There is a problem
at the factory on Main street. Jeff, don't you have a concert to
prepare for?”
Jeff looked at his watch. “Yeah,
gotta go. The damn conductor is a pain in the butt.”
He kissed Amethyst and Phyllis on
the cheek. “Sorry, ladies, the great Jefferson Morecroft has a
concert hall that awaits his genius.”
The women laughed at his antics, and
David envied his brother's easy going personality. Despite his drama
queen act, he was a great guy.
He turned to the women. “I will
see you later. Mom, a moment please?”
Phyllis patted Amethyst's leg. “You
relax, and I will be right back.”
Outside her room, David rubbed his
forehead.
“There is a labour strike
threatening at the factory. Could you please look after Amethyst?
Make sure she eats properly?”
Phyllis nodded. “Of course, don't
worry.”
He turned then stopped. “One more
thing: find out what the hell she was doing at the house.”
Ignoring his mother's scowl at his
language, he dug out his car keys and left.
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