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Run – Chapter 4
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”I’m loving it already!” Kenzi sidestepped a puddle with a small hop. The afternoon created an obstacle course of ponds and puddles, which Kenzi navigated with the grace of a swan in spite of her heels. A cab rushed by close to the curb and straight into a deep pool of water, surprising Kenzi with a sudden and hefty spray of muddy rainwater. “You’re a wanker number niiiine!” she shouted as the cab sped away.
“Is that it? That’s the best you have?”
“Was that not the proper use of wanker?”
Lauren continued, ”The old king was murdered by his brother, Claudius, who then took over the kingdom by marrying his sister-in-law—his dead brother’s wife, Queen Gertrude.’
‘Dead King Hamlet commands his son to avenge him by killing his Uncle Claudius. It’s your duty, the ghost tells him but Hamlet is confused and torn up inside. Should I do it, should I not do it?”
”Hammy Davis Junior!” Kenzi squealed. ”Get it, see what I did there?”
Lauren squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. ”Do you want to hear this or not?”
”Sorry,” Kenzi suppressed a smile. ”Yeah, I guess being told to murder your funny uncle by a ghost can be kinda complicated.”
”It gets better. He’s dating—or is he engaged—to Ophelia who is head over heels with Hamlet. But that’s complicated, too. Ophelia’s brother sees Hamlet for what he is and warns his sister to be very careful with her heart. Hamlet, he reminds Ophelia, is of royal blood and he will choose his princely destiny over love.”
”Now, who does that sound like?”
Fragments of her last conversation with Bo flashed into Lauren’s view. He’s my destiny…you choose him, is that it? ”Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, Kenzi. Let’s go home.”
Her face was beyond sad; the weariness of living through a relentless parade of disappointments, death, disruption to her hopes of a normal life, had dimmed the light in Lauren’s eyes–if there ever had been any light in them before life with the Fae. Lauren evoked a beautiful portrait of misery, a reflection of Kenzi’s own and denied state of mind. They missed her; they resented her, Bo, and the ease with which she threw them both away. They battled daily in their own way not to surrender to the aches of regret threatening to callous their hearts. They ran for a reason, a reason called Bo. Kenzi stopped and placed her hands squarely on Lauren’s shoulders, forcing them face-to-face. “Thanks to that cabbie, I’m soaked to the skin. If I can suck it up, so can you. And besides, I thought you said we needed to brain up. You had me at Geraldine—”
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Yes I was right chapter 2 and 3 are the wrong way around but still no biggie,Vex in hamlet ok ill bite but surely they will have herd about the dimise of pirripus , evony and rainer by now and can make there way home.