The coast clear, Hazel tip-toes toward the little salon that houses a cozy reading room. Amelia wags along still aware of the 'quiet' command. The medium sized dog's tongue is out as she trots ahead of Hazel smiling her nails clicking on the floor.
Hazel slowly creeps to the entry way. Amelia is surprisingly patient still enjoying the fun. Once to the doorway, Hazel places her hand on the jamb peeking around the corner. The room appears empty. Void of noise, she's sure there's nothing to surprise her.
Walking across the carpet toward the library, she looks into the small cove. The rich dark wooden desk faces her challenging a retreat. A chaise lounge looks toward the desk its rich brown leather inviting touch.
The reading light above the sofa catches her eye. "Why is the light on?" Hazel's inner alarm sounds.
A slow intonation comes from the sofa. "Whatcha doin'?" Her brother leans around the side of the couch's back his eye brows raise up and down playfully.
Hazel giggles softly tip toeing toward her older brother.
She jumps onto the chaise with him and cuddles up. "Whatcha doin'?" she returns the question.
"I'm thinkin' you should be upstairs in bed." He playfully touches her nose with his index finger.
Wrinkling her face with a grin. "Yeah. It's harder than my times tables though." Hazel looks a bit defeated.
"Don't be sad little sister. We can't excel at everything." He smiles squeezing her shoulders in a hug.
Hazel laughs rolling out of the sofa chair landing on her feet. "I've got things to do. Gotta go."
"Okay. How about you tell me what you're up to." Her brother encourages disclosure.
"Sorry, can't." She slides her shoes toward the library and waves.
Her brother returns a 'piano fingers' wave. "To the library… bet it's not to practice arithmetic. Good luck sister." He winks.
A turn of the creakng front door handle and their father comes through the door. "Just came by…" He begins.
A nod to Hazel and her brother makes it to the foyer in a flash sliding in his socks stopping in front of their father. "Hey Dad, why are ya home so early?"
He steals a glance toward Hazel who's peeking out from the small salon's doorway.
Her brother waves her off. She complies crawling to the desk hiding underneath.
Amelia jumps in, circles and lands in Hazel's lap. Her big eyes requesting a petting session. Not thinking about it, Hazel runs her hand down the curly back of her now snoozing dog, listening in best she can.
Dad responds heading toward Hazel, "I've got some papers here I need. I was working on them last evening. They're either in the library or…" he walks into the small salon. "Maybe they're on the desk here."
Like the wind, Hazel's brother is standing in front of the desk shuffling the top's contents about while pushing Hazel's dress into the chair space with his feet. "I don't think they're here Dad. I woulda saw them."
"Okay John. You check here and I'll see about the library." Their father opens the heavy door and disappears inside. The door floats backward closing.
"What am I looking for?" John yells.
"It's my contracts folio, black leather."
"Not here for certain, Dad." John's doing his best to speed up the process.
"Wait!" both John and Hazel freeze holding their breath as their father calls out. "I found it." They both sigh.
Amelia missed the entire exchange as she's in la-la-land with Hazel's expert scratching behind the ears process. Hazels uses both hands. One on each ear, and Amelia's dead to the world.
Their father opens the library door and speeds past his children. He waves gratitude to John holding up the folio for proof. His coat still draped over his arm, he returns his hat to his head and exits the front door.
Hazel begins to stir, her foot falling asleep again.
John whispers. "Wait!"
"Was that your father?" their mother cruises into the room. "What are you doing? That's my meal plans for the next week." She begins to round the desk.
"No need Mother. I'm just wondering if you need help with the Bazaar." John redirects just in time.
Their mother turns toward the meeting in the other room. John in tow, he pauses whispering. "You owe me!" and follows his mother to the salon on the other side of the house.
Hazel whispers to herself and the now awaking Amelia. "Yes I do brother… yes I really do."
And tomorrow. The tale continues.
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Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets
Day 59 of 365 Orbit