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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Chapter 3 Part 1 - Revised


    The woman carefully took the statue out of Skye’s reach. Again she looked her up and down as if she was trying to see something deep and under her skin. “Why are you interested?” She asked.
   Skye looked at her blankly, “Because it’s beautiful…it stands out over everything else.” Skye would only take her eyes off it for a split second, her eyes and hands drawn to it. The woman only held it closer to her while she turned Skye’s words over in her head.
   Behind her Leigh and Anna stood silently.  Shooting each other intense looks. They were not going to get involved in this. When Skye wanted something she would do what she had to in order get it.  It's the only time either of them saw a hard side to her. Leigh noticed that Skye’s stance had changed,  the way she shifted her feet apart when she was getting agitated with a haggler appeared, her back was straight as she stood to her full height but the old woman wasn’t saying anything. She just stood protectively with the statue in her arms. Her gaze not leaving Skye's.
   Impatience started to surface and after the emotional train wreck she had been all day Skye felt her fingers start to twitch. Her legs started to get restless too. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The old woman only stared at her with hard foggy eyes. Skye could not handle the silence any longer, she took a deep breath and broke the silence first. “So…how much?” she repeated and didn't recognize the low protective tone. When the woman still didn’t answer she said, “Obviously you wanted to sell it or it wouldn’t have been on the table.”
   The woman looked at the statue and spoke only to the black figure, caressing the face of the woman with care. “You weren’t supposed to be on the table.” Anna gave a confused look first to Skye and then to Leigh her hands rose up to her temple and formed the crazy sign as her lips pursed on a low whistle. Skye couldn’t take much more and put her hands down to lean against the table. She was shaking and chose her words carefully so she wouldn’t spook the old woman. “Well…then” She said matter-of-factly,  “I guess it was meant for me.”
   The woman smiled then and gave the other girls a sideways glance. Her voice sounded light and she straightened up. “Yes,” she said happily “it seems that way.” She immediately turned and strode straight to the back of her car which was parked on the other side of the willow tree. She rummaged around in the trunk throwing things this way and that not caring where they went until she had found what she was looking for.
    When she returned the woman was holding a white box and an envelope that looked older than dirt. She put the white box on the table continuing to hold the statue in her arms, cradling it like a baby. She extended her hand with the envelope in it to towards Skye motioning for her to take it. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and although her brain was flashing warning signs, reluctantly she took it.
   “What’s this?” Skye asked turning the envelope over in her hands. The woman hummed a tune under her breath as she carefully opened the box and pulled aside layers of red velvet inside it. She looked up at Skye and replied “Call it instructions for her future care.” Gently she lowered the statue into the box and her eyes held sadness. Skye raised an eyebrow, “Her?” she asked. The woman shook her head in mild frustration. “Yes…her. Her name is Raven.” Skye turned to Leigh since she was the closest one to her at this point and shrugged. After Raven was in the box the old woman pulled the velvet layers back around it. Tucking it in and closing the lid securely in place, then with an outstretched hand to Skye the woman said, “My name is Gertie and that will be one dollar.”
    Walking back to the truck Skye replayed what happened back at the willow tree in her head and couldn't shake the feeling that what had happened was nowhere near normal but on the fringes of her mind felt familiar. She needed a drink, a big tall drink.  This day was a shit show from the second she woke up. The truck roared to life when Skye turned the key. And she relaxed at the thought of leaving. She was done with this whole day and wanted to pack it in and start fresh. Behind her in the back seat sat the statue in the white oak box. The inside was lined with padding covered in dark red velvet from what she had seen. Leigh was settling in the passenger seat and put on her seat belt following Skye's gaze she glanced at the box. “So…what’s with the statue?” Skye looked rubbed her eyes and looked in the rear view mirror to see if Anna was behind them yet.
   “I don’t know?” she thought for a moment, “I just couldn’t stop staring at it. It's so beautiful.” Leigh stifled a laugh “Oh did it call to you?” there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Skye squashed the feeling of being the butt of her joke, “Ha…ha” she said “very funny. I don’t know why she wouldn’t let me touch it though?” Although she didn't have the urge to touch it now at all.
   Skye thought about it again. “It was only one dollar?” She mumbled. “After all of that mysterious crap and ignoring me, she only charged me one dollar?” Leigh was fussing with the radio trying to find a song that she could sing along to. “So, was it a bad deal?” she asked. “No!” Skye replied sharply, “for a dollar I’ll make something off it for sure.” Anna had finally pulled up behind them and wave through the window. “I’ll have to do some research though, to see what it could be worth and see if I can find a collector that would be interested in something like this.” Skye pondered the thought briefly but had a feeling it was going to be kept by her seeing as it was so beautiful and unique.
   “Yay…” Leigh chimed “the boring stuff, just what I like to stay out of.” Skye looked at her, cocked and eyebrow and they both laughed. She turned her head to look out the back window, gave Anna a thumbs up and Anna waved in return. She didn’t even check the stuff that Anna bought seeing as technically the shop was paying for everything and they would turn a profit somehow plus she trusted her judgement completely.
   She tried to end that thought before it took hold but it was too late. She remembered that she might not have a shop or a house if she couldn’t come up with the mortgage payment in 30 days. Sadness began to take hold of her again and her eyes shot to the rear-view mirror and the box in the backseat. She was going to have to sell it there was no way around it.

   Skye had a feeling that what was in there might help them more than she could imagine. She hoped with every fiber of her being that it would pull them out of the deep hole she was falling into. If not there was only one other person she could go to for help and she didn’t want to take any help from him if she could help it. It wasn’t only her though it was the kids too, so there was only him as a last resort. It would be a final last ditch effort that it would kill her to use.

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