The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

“I see the loaf is from a bakery.” He offered me a false smile, hoping it would be enough to start a conversation.

“There is one next to my workplace. I go there from time to time. Oh! Will you excuse me for a moment? Feel free to pour the tea when you are ready.” I ran out of the kitchen, hoping to find my phone so I could call my employers. The rainstorm would mean I would not have to go into work later in the day, but I wanted to have confirmation with them.

I was gone for more than five minutes, mainly because I had to call my other three employers. The last one was quite adamant for me to come in, stressing the fact that the storm could not last forever. I assured him that I would give him a ring in another two hours, considering the weather could drastically change by then. By the time I walked into the living room, Teddy had finished his lemon loaf and his tea cup was empty. “I was gone so long.”

“What were you doing? I heard your voice.”

“I was talking to my employers.” I sat down on my chair, and hoped that the teapot was good enough to still retain some heat. “But the last one wanted to have an argument with me.”

“I understand.”

My hand rested over the side of the teapot, seeing it was still hot enough for me to enjoy. I fancied it would be strong in taste, and not feeling like a bitter cup of tea, I raised myself from my chair and decided to have a cup of instant coffee instead. “I hope you weren’t bored.”

“I was tempted to look around,” he confessed. “But I thought it would make a bad impression.”

My back was to him as I poured out the hot water, watching it swirl around the sink. The wind was still fierce outside, but it was nice and warm in my apartment space. I filled the kettle with some fresh water and clicked it on before I returned to my seat.

“You have a lot of family portraits here.”

“Yes.” I looked over my shoulder, seeing the closest one was against a wall beside me. “We are very close.”

“Do you live in close proximity to your parents?”

“In a different town,” I admitted. “And my brother is working abroad. He is living in Boston right now.”

“So far away.”

“Have you ever been to America?”

“No. Have you?”

“I haven’t,” I told him in truth. “But I think it suits my brother more.”

“Have you no interest in visiting him?” Teddy asked with all politeness.

I took my first bite into the lemon loaf, realizing how cold it felt once it was placed inside of my mouth. I would have to do better next time, but then again inviting Teddy up here was a rather spontaneous decision.

“Sela?” Teddy urged, since I did not answer his question at first.

“No, he comes here,” I answered him with a stuffed mouth. I used my hand to cover the front of my mouth with embarrassment.

The kettle suddenly popped, so Teddy took the liberty of starting up my coffee. He must have watched me earlier, for he knew where the spoons were and scooped the appropriate amount of instant coffee into my mug. “You drink this stuff,” he commented, while trying to disguise his disdain.

“I don’t enjoy it, but it works.”

“I guess we all can’t have elaborate coffee machines.” He looked over his shoulder to make eye contact with mine. “I like to collect antique things.”

“I noticed.”

“I like old stuff,” he continued. His hand was raised upwards to pour hot water into my mug. “I don’t know why I do. It is a rather expensive hobby.”

“You could open an antique store,” I teased him. “Or you could even sell your car.”

“Yes, it is a bit out of date,” he laughed. “Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t even own a cellphone?”

“You don’t?!”

“No.”

“How do you live?”

His smirk was broad and mischievous as he answered me: “I have no idea.”

Teddy made his way over to me and placed my mug down on the table. It was only then that I realized he was serving me in my own household. “Ummm.” I let my fingers tap against the side of the mug. “Thank you.”

“You mind if I take a bit more lemon loaf? It is quite good.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“And turning off the fan overhead,” he added. “I don’t want to catch a chill.”

“Do you want a blanket?” I watched him head over to a switch I pointed out to shut off the light and ceiling fan at the same time. The living room descended into darkness, but fortunately the windows were wide open to let the natural grey lighting seep through. In normal cases I would have been scared, but oddly enough I was not. “Teddy?”

“No, I will be fine.”

“Let me know if you need anything else. I am not a good hostess.”

he asked from the darkened part of

“I feel incompetent.”

my chair to pull up the last of the

around the living room to

the table would do nicely,” he said with utter civility. “Or is that

it down neatly, and then walked around the countertop to bring myself unexpectedly to Teddy’s

and retrieve it. I could feel that

candle. He was such a tall man, so much so, that he had to lean over and bend his long back to place the blazing match against the long wick of the candle. It took only a moment for the room to brighten, the small candle casting enough of a glow for me to see Teddy’s face more clearly. “Light,” he

A large hand was placed over the back of his chair and then he pulled it

piece of the lemon loaf. His momentary distraction was enough for me to lean back in my chair and feel more comfortable. The candle cast a warm orange glow about the table, illuminating our faces with an alluring light that I was not prepared for. I watched Teddy slice the loaf into smaller

smooth, almost musical-like as he uttered:

sip of my coffee, as I noticed the sudden stiffness to

way you can go out gardening in this

my manager

rolled his shoulders back, taking on a haughty air about him. “Maybe I

adamantly with an instant regret of

my

his chin upwards, absolutely pleased by my silent salute. His

into my eyes. I forced myself to look downwards,

room for a welcome distraction. Teddy followed my movements, bringing himself across the table to be at my side. I avoided his gaze, looking downwards at the shabby wooden floor. “What would

is your home,” he emphasized in a soft,

art,” I noted. “I have nothing that

many things,” he whispered, almost impatient for me

I suggested. “And books.

television,” he

“It bothers you?”

with you.” The sound of his voice, the energy that radiated from it made me glance upwards immediately. There was a certain

a small voice. I led the way, knowing that Teddy would naturally follow. I took a seat in the center, and it wasn’t until he was standing in front of me that I realized he was deliberating where to sit. “Sorry.” I moved towards the edge and took a

his hands together, finding it easier to stare at the rugged circular mat in

am not

“Yes.”

enjoy listening to music. I wish I could play an instrument like you, but I have tried and failed multiple times. I don’t

their gifts,” he said quite gruffly. “Yours is

“So is yours.”

the palm of his hands. “It was enjoyable to be working side by side with you this morning. Normally I would put off cutting the grass, but when I saw you working in the corner of my eyes, it encouraged me to carry on. I like the fact that Luna takes an interest

buying a

changed your

They are pretty to look

nodded his head in grave understanding. “I never

you have any

head sharply as he tried to disguise the anger that flooded his eyes. “No,” he said from the back of his throat, all raw and husky

had some finches

were you like as a teenager?” He

shrugged my shoulders at him.

“A hermit,” he taunted.

as much

life has thrown a wrench at me, and I have suffered for it.” He stared in front of him, taking in the bleakness of the black television screen that vaguely showed our reflection. “I

a hand and laid it over the top of his knee.

focusing on my hand that was still resting over the top of his knee. Aware of his reaction I slid my hand away and settled it over my

warmth. I took the liberty of bringing the candle over to us, wanting to have some light in that part of the room. By the time I settled down, Teddy had opened up a photo album that I had left on my coffee table. His finger rubbed

I plopped down upon the couch, and leaned to the side to have a better look at the photographs as well. “In that picture there is my brother, Benjamin.” I let my finger smooth over the front of his chest fondly. “He’s an athlete. You should see him! Not as tall as you,

is playing football here,”

type of person that is good at every sport. He is fond of

“They have American football.”

page to see me atop of a horse. “You look happy on

I would have begged them to sign me

“It’s never too late.”

of my father with me at

a swim

he is wearing his swim trunks,” I

with delight as he added:

“Yes, I can swim.”

like to test it out,” he quipped.

into the back of my couch, hardly

wanted to see the

“You really are incurable.”

blinked nervously.

am not sure

realizing he

I think about