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?”

have my normal music back on?

leaned over to kiss him on the side of his neck. “Yes,

and then began to skip as I approached the open doorway. My mood had lightened since Teddy and I made up, and now all I wanted was to be incredibly affectionate and near him all the time. He was the complete opposite this evening, but I

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 eerie feeling when I looked up at the staircase; a chill ran down my spine that was beyond explanation. I

quickly and entered the kitchen to ask Teddy about this bewildering scenario that happened some time ago. “Teddy,” I called out. He was too focused on stirring around the mashed potatoes to pay attention to me. I tapped him

spread across his face and he leaned forward

stir around the silver pot, mixing in the butter and herbs that he had just added to give the mashed

I live alone,” he calmly

“Always?”

“Yes, of course.”

here then?” His hand froze for a moment, and then he darted his eyes in my direction for half a

“No, I live alone.”

on the ground. Her white fur was brushed off the front of

side of the pot. “What is it?” groaned Teddy with his posh accent sharper

thought I

“But that’s impossible.”

I blinked nervously in front of him. “No one lives upstairs with

taken up from the pot with a sharp movement of his wrist. “You must

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