‘v’. A smile looked back at her from the mirror. If only she had the silver hair, and lighter eyes, she could pass off as an elf.
“Jean, you ready?” Vivian emerged from the bathroom seeing her sister with straight hair let down over her shoulders. A long black skirt covered her legs to her ankles, and a long sleeved cream colored button down blouse.
“What do you think?” She held out her arms to her sides, giving a slight pose with no humor.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’m dressed okay am I?” Jake had stood up, looking over his wrinkled jeans and shirt.
Vivian laughed, kneeling in front of him running her hand an inch from his body from neck to ankles. Standing back she looked over her work. She couldn’t see one crease.
“Good job, it’s an improvement,” Jean nodded.
They walked to the buffet on the first floor of the hotel. A line of heated food, and at the very end, a see-through refrigerator with an array of cold foods. Jake made a straight line to those while Vivian and Jean loaded their plates with eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. It was only when they chose a small round table with linen cloth they heard a high pitched voice squealed over by the fridge.
"Oh my! It's you! Oh, they showed your picture on the news with the mysterious claw marks. Tell me son, what made those?" A woman in her forties with short curly gray hair wearing a flowered dress had stopped Jake when he reached for a bowl. She smiled wide with her yellow teeth showing.
"Uhhh...."
"Well spit it out. All my friends would love to know what happened." The woman suddenly frowned, and gave a look as if something stunk under her nose. "Where is your terrible brother dear."
Jake pulled his hand away from the bowl with such a fierce look on his face, nothing like Vivian had witnessed in such a small child. "He's not terrible!"
"Oh, you poor thing, he must have brainwashed you."
Vivian slammed down her knife with a clatter, and marched over standing between them. Her face was close to the woman’s, and she could see all the fine wrinkles lining her face. "Get your nose out of his business."
The woman crossed her arms, and stared at her with unsurprised interest. "And who may I ask are you?"
"You may not ask. Just go away."
"I do not see that useless boy Seth around here, so I must take him," and Vivian watched as the woman reached her hand out to grab Jake, but Vivian was too quick, and snatched her wrist twisting it painfully around her back watching as the woman’s knees began to buckle.
"Do - not - touch - him," she could feel her temper rise in her dangerously.
"I could have you arrested," she squeaked and turned only causing her more pain.
"Vivian!" Jean had appeared at her side.
Vivian had suddenly became aware of the servers behind the buffet tables, and other curious breakfast eaters watching her. She let go of the woman’s wrist, not bothering to help her as she stumbled.
"I should call the police!"
"No, no that is not necessary," Jean stood close to her sister's side.
"Who are you ?" The woman sneered at Jean.
Jake had suddenly wedged a space between them standing there smirking. "She," Jake pointed at Vivian, "is Seth's wife. She is taking me on vacation! We're going to the zoo. And she," he pointed at Jean, "is her sister. She came along."
The woman straightened up with some difficulty placing her hand on her back. Her bones were obviously not in the greatest shape. "Where is your brother then?"
"Oh, he has to work. He wished he could have come, but we're going to bring him back a t-shirt!"
The woman huffed in indignation, and stomped away. No one paid attention to that scene, and Vivian found that she wasn't
“Jean, you ready?” Vivian emerged from the bathroom seeing her sister with straight hair let down over her shoulders. A long black skirt covered her legs to her ankles, and a long sleeved cream colored button down blouse.
“What do you think?” She held out her arms to her sides, giving a slight pose with no humor.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’m dressed okay am I?” Jake had stood up, looking over his wrinkled jeans and shirt.
Vivian laughed, kneeling in front of him running her hand an inch from his body from neck to ankles. Standing back she looked over her work. She couldn’t see one crease.
“Good job, it’s an improvement,” Jean nodded.
They walked to the buffet on the first floor of the hotel. A line of heated food, and at the very end, a see-through refrigerator with an array of cold foods. Jake made a straight line to those while Vivian and Jean loaded their plates with eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. It was only when they chose a small round table with linen cloth they heard a high pitched voice squealed over by the fridge.
"Oh my! It's you! Oh, they showed your picture on the news with the mysterious claw marks. Tell me son, what made those?" A woman in her forties with short curly gray hair wearing a flowered dress had stopped Jake when he reached for a bowl. She smiled wide with her yellow teeth showing.
"Uhhh...."
"Well spit it out. All my friends would love to know what happened." The woman suddenly frowned, and gave a look as if something stunk under her nose. "Where is your terrible brother dear."
Jake pulled his hand away from the bowl with such a fierce look on his face, nothing like Vivian had witnessed in such a small child. "He's not terrible!"
"Oh, you poor thing, he must have brainwashed you."
Vivian slammed down her knife with a clatter, and marched over standing between them. Her face was close to the woman’s, and she could see all the fine wrinkles lining her face. "Get your nose out of his business."
The woman crossed her arms, and stared at her with unsurprised interest. "And who may I ask are you?"
"You may not ask. Just go away."
"I do not see that useless boy Seth around here, so I must take him," and Vivian watched as the woman reached her hand out to grab Jake, but Vivian was too quick, and snatched her wrist twisting it painfully around her back watching as the woman’s knees began to buckle.
"Do - not - touch - him," she could feel her temper rise in her dangerously.
"I could have you arrested," she squeaked and turned only causing her more pain.
"Vivian!" Jean had appeared at her side.
Vivian had suddenly became aware of the servers behind the buffet tables, and other curious breakfast eaters watching her. She let go of the woman’s wrist, not bothering to help her as she stumbled.
"I should call the police!"
"No, no that is not necessary," Jean stood close to her sister's side.
"Who are you ?" The woman sneered at Jean.
Jake had suddenly wedged a space between them standing there smirking. "She," Jake pointed at Vivian, "is Seth's wife. She is taking me on vacation! We're going to the zoo. And she," he pointed at Jean, "is her sister. She came along."
The woman straightened up with some difficulty placing her hand on her back. Her bones were obviously not in the greatest shape. "Where is your brother then?"
"Oh, he has to work. He wished he could have come, but we're going to bring him back a t-shirt!"
The woman huffed in indignation, and stomped away. No one paid attention to that scene, and Vivian found that she wasn't
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