paranoid.
Still…
He gazed at his fingers in consternation a moment, then relaxed and began to write. He had no time to worry about what was wrong with his hands. It was time to enhance the things that were right.
Chapter Seven
Beth thrust an envelope in Catherine’s face. Catherine squared her shoulders and carefully peeled the letter out of her roommate’s fingers.
“I think it’s from Daniel,” Beth said, fluttering her eyelashes. When on a quest, she flapped those eyelashes like a horse swatted flies with its tail. “Don’t be surprised if it’s a see-you-later letter. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”
Catherine tried to hide her joy at seeing the letter. She and Daniel had so little time to spend together; maybe letters could help fill the gaps. The only letters she usually received were from Hazel. At that thought, she felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t written Hazel in over three weeks. The poor old lady had sent a rather disturbing letter two days ago, and Catherine felt as though she were Hazel’s only friend on Earth. She should write, and would. Soon.
But she knew she’d be writing back to Daniel, first.
“I recognized Daniel’s return address,” Beth said, her tone condescendingly sweet. “What is it like at his house, anyway?”
Catherine rolled her eyes. Beth was stalling hoping to stand around long enough for the envelope to be opened. Humor her, Catherine thought, studying Daniel’s unusual penmanship. He wrote so large for having such elegant hands.
“You’d hardly be interested,” she sighed. “The house is big and open, but old. And he has a big, cranky parrot he lets fly around, and feathers land everywhere. He also has junky furniture that doesn’t match and a refrigerator that sounds like a lawnmower. But there is a nice studio attached. It’s warm and cozy, like a big den. Daniel and his group hang out in it.” She flipped the envelope over and over in her fingers. “Anything else you’d like to know?”
Beth crossed her arms, her mouth twitching. She stared at the letter.
“Doesn’t he drive anything but that ugly old van? He must. I hear their CD is selling like crazy.”
Catherine shrugged. “I saw something buried under a tarp next to the studio, but it might belong to one of his friends. It could be an old wreck for all I know. It might be a flying saucer for that matter…”
“Will you ever open that letter?” Beth suddenly asked. She put her hands on her hips. “You’re scared to, aren’t you? You don’t want me to see it because you’re afraid I might be right about him.”
Catherine rolled her eyes in disgust. If she didn’t open the envelope Beth would never leave her bedroom without being whacked over the head and carried out. She pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of the envelope. As she began to unfold it, her heart hammered in a sudden fear. She had done something like this once before and the horrible letter she’d found from Calvin’s “other” girlfriend had ended up folded inside of his sandwich at work the next day. As much as she loathed Calvin now, the memory stung, and her eyes were blurred by the time the letter was fully unfolded and legible.
Daniel took a few sentences to apologize for the sloppy writing, but explained that the words to the song were original and he wanted Catherine to have them:
If I were an eagle with wide, spreading wings
I’d soar high and gaze down on beautiful things
Then I’d see the only one who could bring me back down,
My Earthbound Angel waiting there on the ground.
Earthbound Angel I long to make you happy
Earthbound Angel I long for you to fly away with me
Earthbound Angel, tell me that which we already knew
And share my feathers; they belong to you, too
If I were a spirit, soaring through whispering leaves
It’d be terrible to see you alone without me
I would fall hard and painfully, it’s true
To gladly become earthbound with someone like you.
Earthbound
Still…
He gazed at his fingers in consternation a moment, then relaxed and began to write. He had no time to worry about what was wrong with his hands. It was time to enhance the things that were right.
Chapter Seven
Beth thrust an envelope in Catherine’s face. Catherine squared her shoulders and carefully peeled the letter out of her roommate’s fingers.
“I think it’s from Daniel,” Beth said, fluttering her eyelashes. When on a quest, she flapped those eyelashes like a horse swatted flies with its tail. “Don’t be surprised if it’s a see-you-later letter. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”
Catherine tried to hide her joy at seeing the letter. She and Daniel had so little time to spend together; maybe letters could help fill the gaps. The only letters she usually received were from Hazel. At that thought, she felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t written Hazel in over three weeks. The poor old lady had sent a rather disturbing letter two days ago, and Catherine felt as though she were Hazel’s only friend on Earth. She should write, and would. Soon.
But she knew she’d be writing back to Daniel, first.
“I recognized Daniel’s return address,” Beth said, her tone condescendingly sweet. “What is it like at his house, anyway?”
Catherine rolled her eyes. Beth was stalling hoping to stand around long enough for the envelope to be opened. Humor her, Catherine thought, studying Daniel’s unusual penmanship. He wrote so large for having such elegant hands.
“You’d hardly be interested,” she sighed. “The house is big and open, but old. And he has a big, cranky parrot he lets fly around, and feathers land everywhere. He also has junky furniture that doesn’t match and a refrigerator that sounds like a lawnmower. But there is a nice studio attached. It’s warm and cozy, like a big den. Daniel and his group hang out in it.” She flipped the envelope over and over in her fingers. “Anything else you’d like to know?”
Beth crossed her arms, her mouth twitching. She stared at the letter.
“Doesn’t he drive anything but that ugly old van? He must. I hear their CD is selling like crazy.”
Catherine shrugged. “I saw something buried under a tarp next to the studio, but it might belong to one of his friends. It could be an old wreck for all I know. It might be a flying saucer for that matter…”
“Will you ever open that letter?” Beth suddenly asked. She put her hands on her hips. “You’re scared to, aren’t you? You don’t want me to see it because you’re afraid I might be right about him.”
Catherine rolled her eyes in disgust. If she didn’t open the envelope Beth would never leave her bedroom without being whacked over the head and carried out. She pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of the envelope. As she began to unfold it, her heart hammered in a sudden fear. She had done something like this once before and the horrible letter she’d found from Calvin’s “other” girlfriend had ended up folded inside of his sandwich at work the next day. As much as she loathed Calvin now, the memory stung, and her eyes were blurred by the time the letter was fully unfolded and legible.
Daniel took a few sentences to apologize for the sloppy writing, but explained that the words to the song were original and he wanted Catherine to have them:
If I were an eagle with wide, spreading wings
I’d soar high and gaze down on beautiful things
Then I’d see the only one who could bring me back down,
My Earthbound Angel waiting there on the ground.
Earthbound Angel I long to make you happy
Earthbound Angel I long for you to fly away with me
Earthbound Angel, tell me that which we already knew
And share my feathers; they belong to you, too
If I were a spirit, soaring through whispering leaves
It’d be terrible to see you alone without me
I would fall hard and painfully, it’s true
To gladly become earthbound with someone like you.
Earthbound
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