The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

Chapter 21

Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood” was blasting through the speaker, much to Teddy’s annoyance. He made the mistake of stating he listened to nothing but classical music, so I was trying to liven up his house with jazz. After all, they were very similar, so surely that would not upset his nerves. The long frown on his face informed me that I was wrong, but I danced to the music next to him anyways.

“Come on,” I taunted with an urgent wave of my hand for him to come over. “Dance with me.”

“Sela, I am cooking,” he sighed out with distress. His statement was true, for he was in fact busily working over the stove-top to prepare our dinner.

I childishly lifted up his dish towel and smacked him lightly in the arm. “Dance with me.”

“Afterwards.”

“Promise?”

Teddy grabbed a hold of the towel to tug me towards him. “Promise.” He pecked his lips over mine with a sudden urgency. “Now, have a seat.”

“It’s not ready yet,” I complained. “Why must I sit?”

“The answer is simple,” he reasoned with a raise of his hands. “You are a distraction.”

“A good one though?”

can I have my normal music back on? I

of his neck. “Yes, Teddy,” I purred in a naughty way,

I wanted was to be incredibly affectionate and near him all the time. He was the complete opposite this evening, but I knew there had to be a logical reason behind it. The music was switched back to his normal radio station, and then I

take in the sight of me. I swayed her from side to side as I walked down the long hall, humming an unknown song to counteract the droning of a nonsensical commercial. I paused in front of the staircase, and found myself humming with tighter lips. There was an

this bewildering scenario that happened some time ago. “Teddy,” I called out. He was too focused on stirring around the

he leaned forward to peck a kiss

around the silver pot, mixing in the butter and herbs that he had just added to give the mashed potatoes more flavour. I leaned against the side of the countertop and looked down at Luna for some extra strength. “Does anyone live here

live alone,” he calmly

“Always?”

“Yes, of course.”

froze for a moment, and then he darted his eyes in my direction for

“No, I live alone.”

I did not fully believe him. I moved away from him to set Luna down on the ground. Her white fur was brushed off the front of my dress and then

the pot. “What is it?” groaned Teddy

I came here on Monday, I thought I heard you

“But that’s impossible.”

front of him. “No one lives

all alone.” The spoon was taken up from the pot with a sharp movement of his wrist. “You must have heard

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