TWISTED LOVE

TWISTED LOVE

BY

RITTIK CHANDRA

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Justin Aniston had dropped in to pay a neighbourly call on Avril Jolie. It was well along in the afternoon, and outside, in the clear crispness of a Canadian winter, the long blue shadows from the tall firs behind the house were falling over the snow.

It was a frosty day, and all the windows of every room where there was no fire were covered with silver palms. But the big, bright kitchen was warm and cosy, and somehow seemed to Justin more tempting than ever before, and that is saying a good deal. He had an uneasy feeling that he had stayed long enough and ought to go. Avril was knitting at a long gray sock with doubly aggressive energy, and that was a sign that she was talked out. As long as Avril had plenty to say, her plump white fingers, where her mother's wedding ring was lost in dimples, moved slowly among her needles. When conversation flagged she fell to her work as furiously as if a husband and half a dozen sons were waiting for its completion. Justin often wondered in his secret soul what Avril did with all the interminable gray socks she knitted. Sometimes he concluded that she put them in the home missionary barrels; again, that she sold them to her hired man. At any rate, they were very warm and comfortable looking, and Justin sighed as he thought of the deplorable state his own socks were generally in.

When Justin sighed Avril took alarm. She was afraid Justin was going to have one of his attacks of foolishness. She must head him off someway, so she rolled up the gray sock, stabbed the big pudgy ball with her needles, and said she guessed she'd get the tea.

Justin got up.

“Now, you're not going before tea?” said Avril hospitably. “I'll have it all ready in no time.”

“I ought to go home, I suppose,” said Justin, with the air and tone of a man dallying with a great temptation. “Selena will be waiting tea for me; and there's the stock to tend to.”

“I guess Selena won't wait long,” said Avril. She did not intend it at all, but there was a certain scornful ring in her voice. “You must stay. I've a fancy for company to tea.”

Justin sat down again. He looked so pleased that Avril went down on her knees behind the stove, ostensibly to get a stick of firewood, but really to hide her smile.

“I suppose he's tickled to death to think of getting a good square meal, after the starvation rations Selena puts him on,” she thought.

But Avril misjudged Justin just as much as he

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Texte: RITTIK CHANDRA
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Lektorat: RITTIK CHANDRA
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.03.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7309-9219-7

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