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

neck. “Yes, Teddy,” I purred in a naughty way, and then

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

I lifted her off the ground with supreme happiness. Luna purred in my arms, snuggling her head upon my chest with her blue eyes wide open to 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 eerie feeling when I looked up at the

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

across his face and he leaned forward to peck a

the silver pot, mixing in the butter and herbs that he had just added to give the mashed potatoes more flavour.

know I live alone,” he

“Always?”

“Yes, of course.”

no other woman here then?” His hand froze for a moment, and then he darted his eyes in my direction for

“No, I live alone.”

away from him to set Luna down on the ground. Her white fur was brushed off the front of my dress

his wooden spoon down on the side of the pot. “What is it?” groaned Teddy with his posh

I thought I heard you talking to a

“But that’s impossible.”

that.” I blinked nervously in front of

up from the pot with a sharp movement of

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