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?”

normal music back on? I

him on the side of his neck. “Yes, Teddy,” I purred in a naughty way, and then quickly scampered off before he could kiss me

all I wanted was to be incredibly affectionate and near him all the time. He

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 looked downwards at my bare feet, taking in the coldness of the floor. My mind suddenly recalled the first time I met Teddy,

was too focused on stirring around the mashed potatoes to pay attention to

and he leaned forward to peck a kiss over my brow.

the butter and herbs that he had just added to give the mashed potatoes more flavour. I leaned against the side of

live alone,” he calmly

“Always?”

“Yes, of course.”

for a moment, and then he darted his eyes in my direction for half a second. “Is

“No, I live alone.”

Luna down on the ground. Her white fur was brushed off the front of my dress and then I moved over to the

laid his wooden spoon down on the side of the pot.

here on Monday, I thought I heard you talking to

“But that’s impossible.”

that.” I blinked nervously in front of him. “No one lives

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

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