Nuala’s story’s been interrupted. I hope to play her again sometime, and when I do, this blog will see updates again. Until then, consider her frozen in time and space. Don’t worry: she won’t feel a thing.
Nathaniel came by the shop the other day, and so I asked him if he’d like to see the treatment rooms. We had a visitor, a little girl called Apple, who seemed oddly prescient; her accent was even more posh than Nathaniel’s!
Understandably I think, I was a little offended when she suggested a charm was less intrusive than the kind of help I might offer her, but I moved on, and she soon left the shop, leaving Nathaniel and me free to go upstairs.
After a few jokes about newt’s eyes and frog’s tails, I showed him up to my treatment suite, though it’s not finished yet.
He started with that old joke about a pair of curtains, but I guess I wasn’t really in the mood for light conversation, or maybe I was just showin off, because I engaged him about the curtain, askin about where it was and what it was guardin, what was behind it.
This led into a surprisingly interesting conversation about his past and his mother who’d passed on.
And as anticlimactic as this will sound, I can’t tell ye any more about it, because I promised him I wouldn’t say. But I can say that Mr Nathaniel Ballard is full of more secrets and certainly much more of a past than I could ever have kenned from our brief relationship. I felt better for the sharin, and I felt like it was a good sign, for our friendship and maybe more. I will tell ye he touched me on the hand, not to bring it up and kiss it in that gentlemanly way, but a real touch, that lingered. It was a good day.
I walked him home to the hotel, then came back and begged Tara out for a burger and some coffee. I think something might be goin on between her and Detective Hottie, but I’ll wait to say more, til I’m sure.
I was sittin downstairs in the hotel lobby, workin on the blog, actually, when I heard Nathaniel comin down the stairs, talkin to somebody about paperwork. He mentioned Coyote Lodge, so I figured it must have somethin to do with Wendigo Lake. I snapped the MacBook Pro closed and tucked it under the couch, mostly so he’d have no excuse not to talk to me when he came downstairs. I am one crafty beeyatch, am I not?
I moved to the wingback chair and let Nathaniel take his favourite place on the couch. He made a quip about our shirts bein the same colour, and I countered with a little joke about the dreamscape. Perhaps I was pushin him a bit, see if he knew anything about the other world, but he was havin none of it, said he didn’t remember his dreams, so I moved on to the town bowlin league and asked if he was goin to join it.
We had a quick conversation about bowlin and what it entailed over here; I said it was sweaty Americans in naff embroidered shirts; he said it was loud as a disco.
Nathaniel suggested we continue our game of questions from the coffee shop, and I was only too happy to oblige — though I find myself askin a lot of the questions in our buddin relationship, if that’s what it is. I wish he’d ask me questions back. It would make me feel like he was genuinely interested in me, and not just happy to talk about himself because he can sense my interest. Of course, maybe he really isn’t interested in me, or he’s just toyin with me. I can see a worldly guy like that just toyin with a girl’s affections and then quietly movin on to the next one if she doesn’t pass muster. But that’s my self doubt talkin and I’ll hear no more of it.
Just as we started with the questions and answers, Alina came downstairs. I am goin to name that girl my official Cherry Falls cock-blocker!
Sure we went ahead with the questions and answers game, but it changed. Anna showed up, as did some folks I’d never met before, Ralph and Lylah, and Anna showed up a bit later as well.
I guess it was OK, the game– it was fun, and people gave interesting answers and we learned a bit about one another, but I admit to bein a bit resentful. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I’m a selfish bitch, as yez all know.
Unsurprisingly, the game ebbed and flowed. I passed the questioner role to the left, but all Nathaniel’s questions were sort of general and crowd-appropriate. He passed to the left, and Anna’s were the same way. Someone she knew called Michelle showed up and then that girl from the Wendigo Lake coffee shop. Never did get her name.
And then we all went to bed.
Ye know, my little tete a tete with Brigitte notwithstanding, if I don’t get laid soon, I’m goin to explode.
Had a good chat with Penny and Tara about shop stuff; looks like we’re effectively open for business, though we’ll have a grand openin somewhat later. They both liked the idea of a psychic fair of some kind, though.
Interestingly enough, Penny is such a funny woman when ye get to know her: her sense of humour and timing is really good. She was doin the books when we came in, but was only too happy to let them go while we talked shop about the shop! (Ha! See what I did there?)
I don’t know how Tara does it, but she looks amazing even dressed down. Ye boys need to stop messagin me and askin for her number, though: I am not givin any of you any information about Clan Barzane unless yez get the Euros together and come over here to join it. That’s the rule, and I’m stickin to it, so there. Tara doesn’t need any of yez botherin her: she’s got enough to do with the shop and the house — and frankly, she’s gettin a bit of attention from one Detective Hottie, so I’ll not be forwardin any of your seedy requests on to her, ye pervs!
Anyway, we got a lot of tings settled about how the shop was to be run, and I felt better about it all. My new treatment room looks great, and I can’t wait until it’s finished so I can send yez some pictures of where I’ll be doin the real work!
I was sittin down outside the shop, just playin on my phone, when Mal rang and asked me if I’d like to come in to the Barzane Acquisitions offices and ask any questions I might have about the businesses or the family. I agreed and he took me into the kitchen.
Just as we were getting started, there were sounds of a scuffle and howlin and growlin we could hear from outside the window. Mal gathered his magic and, without thinkin, I added mine to his in case we needed to reinforce the window or someting. Then Mal called 911 which is American for 999, and things got a bit quieter.
It was my mistake, honestly, that did it. Mal and I had forged a temporary connection back in 2010 when he was in Sligo with me, and bein so close to him again, I just threw in. In the momentary panic of realisin there was a huge wolf outside BA, I forgot we’d severed that connection. So although I knew how to throw in with Mal, the magic spiralled all over the place and left us both a bit raw. And open. Suddenly, I saw that he still feels physical desire for me. I’m so cagey, as those of yez who know me know, and I’m not sure what I feel for Mal. But he’s a wife, and other entanglements, and the business itself. It was … ah, I don’t know what I feel for him, and there’s so much goin on I think it would be best to wait and see. I’m sure all he read from me was uncertainty, and I tried to control it with breath. My magic is less than his, so his being vulnerable and open might have overwhelmed any feelins I was broadcastin as well. Suffice it to say I was relieved when the two kids who’d been harrassin that poor were outside came and knocked on the door. I stayed in the kitchen and let Mal handle it. Gave me a chance to calm my nerves. I still don’t know why I did that, though: I’m not a babe in the woods; I should have remembered. Maybe I just wanted him to see I was still me, still magical; maybe I was showin off. It was foolish.
When the kids were gone, Mal havin given them what for, he came back and even though he was clearly still a little affected by the whole thing, he tried to keep goin with the conversation. I admired him in that moment, though I didn’t say so. We talked briefly about the magical bond and how it could be strengthened. I said that since I’d be livin with all of them it might be a good idea to make that official. Now, all yez back in Eire, please don’t fault me for askin that question: I have got to live here, so my bonds have got to change and be with those I’m close to. Ye know yez still have my love forever, but life has got to dictate, so there we have it. I reminded Mal what a long memory I’ve got, and I promised not to reveal anyting we spoke about for the duration of the conversation. So that’s got to stand because I’m bound from revealin any of it, but let’s say that at the end I felt completely willin to join the Barzane clan with no reservations, in perfect love and perfect trust.
Mal’s wife Penny joined us halfway through and Mal brought her into the temporary bond as well. Now, Penny is lovely and I enjoy her company so much, though I find her a little bit of a mystery. She’s not — well, she’s not flashy, and I suppose I always imagined a woman wed to Mal as a peacock rather than someone like Penny, who presents such a simple exterior but who I’m betting is fiercely protective if the nest is breached. She said as much toward the end of our discussion; I felt the depth of power inside that woman and knew she provided the balance the family needed.
We did hear the eerie wolf howl once again, but Mal was confident the police would take care of the problem, even if Penny and I were a little bit spooked. In the end, I told them I’d love to join the family, if they’d have me.
Penny stared at me like I’d lost my mind and said of course they’d have me; there was a reason she’d wanted me to come here, after all.
At this point, Mal was just listenin, though I detected some silent communication between the two of them. I asked a couple more questions, but the answer for me was already clear: they invited me here, and unless I’d heard something that scared me or made me think twice, I was going all in with them. A girl’s got to pick her family, and I’m happy to be part of Clan Barzane, even if it means livin in a big scary house on the edge of town — oh, the horror!
They did say I should think it over for a night, see if I felt the same in the morning, but my mind was already made up and I knew it was unlikely to change. Still, I knew that was the right thing to do, and, sensing they needed to talk further (probably about me), I headed back out and home to the hotel, where I confess I did not really think things over: I just fell into bed and went to sleep.
Even though that’s all for the day, I want yez to see the top I was wearin on that day. It has a Wild Thing on it, and it says, “I’ll Eat You Up, I Love You So!” That shirt always makes me feel comfortable. I got it at one of those cart sales down the bottom of Grafton Street, one summer when it rained all the feckin time but was still hot as the devil. I was workin a coffee shop in Dublin that summer, and I just needed somethin to bum around in. Some of yez might remember it.
I like Cherry Falls. And I think I’m going to like being a part of Clan Barzane.
The next mornin, I came downstairs to find Detective Hottie, Nathaniel, and a huge hulking hunk of a man whose name I discovered was Mace, all havin breakfast with a kid who looked like he hadn’t seen a bar a soap in quite some time.
To his credit, it looked like the detective was tryin to figure out what was goin on with the kid.
Tara arrived and joined me for breakfast, quietly sayin I had a lovely view in the restaurant. I agreed, and we both sat down.
Then, the kid’s sister — looked like a fraternal twin — came in from outside somewhere, and Nathaniel offered the girl his seat, askin if he could join us for brekkie. Well, I wasn’t goin to say no to that, so Nathaniel, Tara and I all enjoyed a nice breakfast. There was some conversation back and forth with folk at the other table, though I was mostly interested in the other table because there were two gorgeous hunks of man over there in tank tops, to be honest. I mean, Nathaniel’s a sweetie and I quite like him, but he doesn’t get his limbs out much, if ye know what I mean.
So funny: back in Wendigo, I’d taken such a shine to Tara’s sister Tre and thought we’d end up the best of friends, but I really didn’t have a sense of Tara at all. Now I don’t know what I’d do without her: she has a knack for turnin up just when I need a girl to talk to. I like a girl with that kind a timin.
Turns out the boy is called Noah, and the little girl is his sister, Evie. Poor things were both half starved from the way they dug into breakfast, and I confess I didn’t help, explainin that Bewley’s serves a pancake breakfast with ice cream. I didn’t mention the bananas though; that would have been OTT.
At some point, the Detective decided he’d have to go and freshen up, change clothes, but asked that Mace look after the kids.
Ye know, sometimes a man just has a set a shoulders that makes ye want to just walk up to him and ask if he’d like to pin ye against a wall?
With these two, sittin across the table from one another, who would not need a cold shower, I ask ye? Couldn’t help but think of a certain statue….
In stark contrast, Nathaniel with his lovely, thoughtful face, his kind eyes, and a pair of very kissable lips, well. Spoilt for choice!
Tara had to run off and bring breakfast to Tre, Nathaniel got caught up in a business call, and when I finished my breakfast, I reminded the kids that they should stick with Detective O’Quinn; he’d see them safely home. If they have a home. I really felt a lot of concern for these two, though I am not much for little kids as a rule.
I ran into the Detective as he was tryin to figure out where to take the kids, but he was quite busy, so I made my way round town and had a nice little walk. Covered most of the town, didn’t find any more bodies! \o/
Eventually, I made my way back around to the bookshop, where Dyisi was talking to a lovely young lady whose name was Ophelia. By pure coincidence, the Detective ended up there as well, though it had been a couple of house since I’d seen him talkin to the kids on the hotel steps.
Both children looked quite tired by that point, and it seemed they’d been leadin the detective a merry chase all over town. He herded them into the bookshop, then proceeded to ask Dyisi if she would watch the kids for the night. She seemed quite taken aback by this, and there followed a short conversation where she made sure the Detective knew he owed her a hell of a favour for this. When I peeked in the window, it looked like both kids were asleep in the chairs, and if what Alina said was true, the bookshop is a good place: it’s a safe haven, and nobody will get them there. That girl from the other day came back. She glared at me, and I just didn’t have the energy to stay, so I walked back to the hotel to get a late lunch.
By some bizarre coincidence, the Detective was outside the hotel as well: he must have just walked a different way from me. We had a brief conversation about the kids and the fact that he suspected they didn’t actually have a home to go to. He lit a cigarette, which meant I had to have a mint, because I cannot start smokin again. I cannot. Ophelia came by and apologised for not talkin to me earlier. I thought that was sweet, but unnecessary, but hey, what are ye goin to do? Can’t change the way people act.
Just as I came into the restaurant, Brigitte took the seat available at the dinner table with Nathaniel, Alina, and a girl called Willow. So I sat by myself and overheard their conversation and wished I had somebody to talk to. The waiter, when I asked him, suggested the shrimp etouffée for dinner, and I have to tell ye, it was one culinary orgasm after another! O M G, if ye ever get the chance, ye must try this shit! It was amazing!
I’m sure my exclamations of pleasure were turnin heads in the restaurant, but I was too foodhigh to care. I mmed and ahhed like somebody was, well. Like I was very happy. Dinner started to break up at the other table, and Brigitte asked if she could join me for a bit; she seemed very happy her chef had made such a good impression on me.
We had a lovely conversation while I finished my dinner, and Brigitte’s kitten, JC, came to say hello as well. She was delightful, a lovely little white kitten who loves to be petted almost as much as I do!
At some point, I revealed the secret to Irish oral sex: that’s when ye stay up all night talkin about it, ye know. Brigitte got a giggle out of that, said she’d tell me the French version of the story but it was too naughty to be shared in the restaurant of a hotel she owned: she has to keep up appearances, of course. So when I finished my dinner, the two of us went upstairs so she could tell me this story…
And would ye believe, when she got me up there, she explained to me that French oral sex had nothin to do with talkin? I must have looked proper shocked, because she explained she was goin to push me up against a wall and kiss me in about ten seconds, and was I goin to tell her no? Now, ye know I am a fan of the willie, and I likely always will be, but, and I am absolutely sure about this, ye do not tell Brigitte de Champagne ‘no’. Ye really don’t. And she does have lovely blue eyes, and, yes. Well. As the song says, I kissed a girl, and I liked it.
And that’s as much as ye need to know about that. I will not be explainin it further, because I do not have to tell ye everyting goes on in my life, do I?
As always, I live for your comments, and no callin dibs on any of them boys! If this bounty keeps up, I may have to do a “Men of Cherry Falls” holiday calendar.
Now, I’ll admit I’m used to things pickin up over weekends, but after last week’s move and the multiple coincidences and shocks, I probably needed a bit of a slowdown.
Of course, anyting would seem like a slowdown after findin a dead body in a swamp. I swear, if I discovered there were vampires here I’d think I was costarrin in some weird reality version of TRUE BLOOD. *pauses to hum TRUE BLOOD theme song* And like always, since I’m not bloggin often enough, days start to run together.
Friday it was, I think — I had breakfast with a lovely lady called Anna, and we were just gettin to know one another when Brigitte arrived from upstairs. Never have I spent so much time with the owner of the hotel I’m stayin in before: feels like all the service here has that personal touch, and part of me will miss it when I find my permanent digs. Then again, I am sure even Mal’s wallet has a bottom, and he will not be well pleased if I find it.
Anna seemed perfectly nice, though also new to town. I seem to meet a lot of folks who are new to town, though then again my sample’s probably skewed from livin at a hotel. Still, it’s good to meet new folks when I can stomach the occasional stressful feelin I get from makin yet another introduction. Ye auld friends will laugh at me, I know, but so many new people, all at once, and a new country, and a new town, well, my head spins on a daily basis, and that’s not just the whiskey, which I have not had very much of, to tell ye the truth!
We were interrupted then by Alina, whom I’d seen briefly before, but she was mostly runnin up the stairs to freshen up or somethin. She and Anna apparently knew, and I kenned disliked, one another in a previous lifetime (not that kinda lifetime ye feckers, ye know, like another town, another job kinda lifetime), so Brigitte and I were privy to a mostly veiled series of insults that ended up with one callin the other “nipples,” though for the life a me I can’t remember which one. Sad that: might be fun to have somebody’s derogatory nickname in my head. Why couldn’t I have that perfect memory, instead of the long memory of all my lifetimes back to the beginnin? (Just kiddin!)
We did have a lovely long discussion about mostly nothin, talkin of movin about and not keepin roots for very long. Brigitte, unsurprisingly, had to leave us for a work call, but then as I said above, it’s such a blessin she is able to spend time with guests at all, in her position.
After breakfast, I headed over to the shop to see what was up, but nobody was there, so I sat and played on my phone, took some pictures to update this blog with later.
Here’s a selfie of me outside Barzane Acquisitions. This is the tree Tara and Tre saw some woman eatin dirt out of a few days ago: I don’t even want to think what that was about. Jayz, but they grow them weird over here.
A little later, Tara came along and asked if I’d like to see our new house! She took me down to the end of town, and don’t ye know, Nathaniel and I had found the very same house on a walk just a few days before. We’d joked about it bein some sort of weird church or the gothic mansion where the scary people live — but no; it’s the gothic mansion where the Barzane clan lives, apparently! What a lark!
Here we are in our LIBRARY! Yes, we have a library, bitches!
My new clan is full of lovely people. Tara’s the one who’s reached out most so far, so ye get more pictures of her. She’s one of those women who probably wakes up in the mornin gorgeous, with no preparation.
The whole second floor (third floor if you’re American) is one big room that looks like it would be the ultimate party pad. Big couches, a bar, lots of space. I kept imaginin a big orgy, not that I’d ever participate in such a thing, but I didn’t want to freak Tara out by even suggestin it.
Later, Nathaniel, Alina, and I took a walk over to the bookstore. Jayz, but that girl wriggles her bum in his face, constantly! Bendin over and gigglin like a schoolgirl whenever he says somethin. Just about made me lose my lunch: luckily I don’t think I’d had any. I was so angry with her by the time we reached the bookshop, I just sank down in a chair and thought nothin more of it, though to be sure I had a good view of her wrigglin arse from where I was sittin, and again, the only reason I didn’t heave up was I had nothin in my belly.
Well, and then I found what a mistake I’d made! The owner of the bookshop came in, closely followed by someone I guess was some young relative of hers, and the hostility was palpable as they stared at me, sittin in that chair. It’s a feckin bookshop. There’s a feckin chair. Nobody was feckin in it.
Well a course I got up as soon as I felt that wave of negativity comin my way, and I apologised to the shop owner. She said it didn’t matter, but that other girl sure thought it did, though she left before I had a time to learn her name.
Nathaniel bought some books and enquired about a local history; both Alina and I said that sounded like a good idea, and Dyisi produced one, then said she didn’t take money. So he handed her a business card and I gave her the rundown on what I do, though I doubt she’d need my services; she looks like a right old ancient, and I’m sure those were goat’s feet and ram’s horns, so I can only guess what she gets up to in the springtime.
Now all that nastiness aside about Alina and her attempts to get Nathaniel’s attention, I don’t dislike the girl; I probably just need to have a little chat with her, make sure she knows what’s what. Though I suppose it’d be rude to have that chat without giving Nathaniel a chance to choose, when have I ever been polite about a potential shag?
And ye know I’m just fuckin with ye when I say that. I could give a rat’s arse about a potential shag. I actually like Nathaniel. He makes me remember there’s an educated being in here who knows more than the tourist trade of Mullaghmore, the streets of Sligo Town, and the intimate details of more than 50 pubs in Dublin.
Anyway, we left the bookshop, Nathaniel pleading tiredness. I walked him back to the hotel, told him to have a good sleep, did not get a goodnight kiss.
And there’s the first quiet day. The second quiet day? Ha! I did fuckall! Got up, had breakfast, went back up to my room, gave myself a facial, locked myself in the bath and soaked for far too long, then settled flat out on me bed with some ambient music, realigned myself, and stayed there til I fell asleep. Had nothin but breakfast and lemon water all day. Felt like a queen.
Leave me some comments or I’ll not tell ye what happened next!