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    The Rose and the Honeysuckle — Chapter 2

    Story written on December 20, 2005 by Teelufan.
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    fairy tale adventure…will Tina go into the dark night with the stranger or will she be abducted? note: this chapter is scarier than I originally thought but the next one won’t be…

    ‘But Rose
    was too shy and too delicate to understand the hustle and bustle of the human
    spirit and the goings and comings of so many people. She was destined to be a
    quiet scholar or perhaps a gentle private artist. And Paul, why Paul was meant
    to be a bard,’ thought Tina. He was already reading and writing poetry and
    every time one of the minstrels came to town he would study all the new songs
    and pick up an instrument to pluck with them. Tina’s father planned to send him
    to a small minstrel school in the nearest city but Tina thought he would rise
    to great status and be a bard.

    Tina shook
    her head and settled into her dinner. She was always being accused of
    daydreaming too much. Her mother said that excessive thoughts of adventure had
    seeped into her blood. She would lovingly tease her husband that all his traveling
    had somehow ended up in a ball in Tina’s heart. He would grunt and purse his
    lips and shake his head. But when he looked at his seventh child his eyes were
    always filled with love and adoring pride. It was only when Tina would look
    away or would be turned to help someone else that she felt in her father’s eyes
    and look, a touch of sadness. Tina ate her mutton and kicked her elder brother
    when he elbowed her for the bread.

    “Tina, darling, I need you in the kitchen,”
    said Tina’s mother as Tina glanced up and saw her mother swing the small wood
    gate with her hips and balance two pitchers and ten plates in her hands. Tina
    got up and wiped her greasy fingers on her apron. She gathered her dishes and
    those of her brothers and walked to the kitchen, on the way she walked around a
    number of turned chairs and over one pair of crossed legs and paused half way
    so as not to step on the cat.

    “Tina. I
    need you to do something for me,” said her mother as she crossed the threshold.

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