by Kestrel Akira (K_Akira at juno.com)
(Even more clues here. Tell me what you think, privately,
on who she is, as to not give anything away.)
"Well, here we are," Miss Harris announced. "Once we get
inside, I want you to take a nice long, hot bath. Youíre filthy and
who knows how long youíve been out in the rain."
Tory was about to protest, but the look on the older womanís
face spoke of no arguments. She was helped into the flat, which was
luckily on the ground floor and was shown to the extra bedroom. It
had a small bureau against one wall and a bed against the other. One
door led to a small bathroom while another led to a closet.
"Now leave your clothes outside of the door and Iíll get them
washed along with what we got this afternoon. After you are dressed,
I will wrap that ankle of yours."
Tory nodded. "Thank you Miss Harris for your kindness and
She smiled. "Think nothing of it, Tory, but please call me
Tory smiled in return and limped into the bathroom, closing
the door behind her. She turned to look at herself in the mirror
that hung just above the sink and her eyes widened. "I look
horrible!!" Her long honey-blonde hair was all over the place,
falling out of the ponytail that it was placed in before the
adventure began, and plastered to her head and face due to the rain.
Her face was covered in dirt and mud. "I must have looked great in
that store," she laughed sardonically. "No wonder Madeline insisted
on the bath."
She hopped over to the tub and turned on the water, setting
the temperature to her comfort level and began to remove her
clothes. Once she had them removed and a towel wrapped around her,
she folded them into a neat pile and placed them outside of the door
before closing it. She carefully stepped into the shower and
proceeded to wash up. When she was finished, she turned off the
shower, and proceeded to fill up the tub for a bath, adding the soap
bubbles. Once the tub was full, she sat down in the hot water and
relaxed, letting her mind wander.
After an hour of soaking, the water got to be too cold and
Tory reluctantly got out, wincing when she had placed her weight on
her injured ankle, having forgotten about it. Clad in only a towel,
with another one wrapped around her hair, she hobbled out of the
bathroom and smiled. There laying on the bed were all of her
clothes, clean and folded into nice, neat piles. She limped to the
bed and proceeded to dress. She chose a dark blue skirt with a
matching vest and a white button-up shirt. She took her hair down
from the towel and brushed it out. Once done, she tied the sides of
it back behind her head with a single blue ribbon.
"Iím feeling feminine right now," She smiled at herself in
the mirror that sat right above the bureau. "Dad would probably have
a coronary if he saw me in a dress voluntarily." An evil grin made
its way across her fair features and her dark blue eyes twinkled
dangerously. "Why not?" She picked up a pair of black flats in her
hand and hobbled out of the door into the living room of the flat,
where Miss Harris and Deidre were waiting, the former with a first
Tory sat down and elevated her ankle so that it was in reach
for Ms. Harris to bind it. It was wrapped in an elastic bandage,
then for extra support, was placed in a brace. "Well, that looks
decent," Ms. Harris said, admiring her work. "How does it feel,
Tory stood up from the chair and tentatively placed her
weight on her foot, but quickly removed it. "Itís still too painful
to put any weight on it. I wonít be able to walk on it, even with
"We still have those crutches from when you Ďurt your ankle,
mum," Deidre pointed out. "I could go get them."
Madeline thought for a moment. "Yes dear, please do. I have a
feeling that Tory isnít one to be laid up." She laughed and Tory
"You are correct. I refuse to sit still for any length of
time, an inherent trait that I get from my mother that my father
never fails to point out to me, or her."
"Tell me about your family. They seem to be an interesting
bunch of people."
Deidre had returned with the crutches and sat down in a
nearby chair to listen. Tory started, "My father, Arthur, is a
wonderful man. Heís an actor, though only small time, and dabbles in
chemistry. He is a very patient man; of course, with myself and my
mother, one has to be. He is also very intelligent; nothing gets by
him, which is unfortunate to a very mischievous child." Her eyes
twinkled in merriment, and Deidre could have sworn that she saw the
very same look before, only on someone else. She just couldnít
remember where. She once again set her attention to what Tory was
"My mother, Elizabeth, on the other hand, is a local police
officer, a lieutenant for Edinburgh, my hometown. She is beautiful,
but brash. She absolutely loves her job, but can be a bit
overzealous. Her marriage to my father calmed her down a bit. That
and having two children."
"I have an Uncle John, more of a family friend than an actual
relative. Heís a computer wiz. He mostly keeps to himself, but is a
fun fellow when prompted."
"My brother John, yes, named after our uncle, is studying to
be a doctor. Heís very protective of me and acts like another dad.
Heís almost an exact look a like to my father, and itís scary.
Especially when I got myself in trouble, Iíd have both of them
lecturing me and I wouldnít know who was who. But really, heís
always there when I need him."
TO BE CONTINUED
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