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| Chapter Twelve | Entry #529892 |
"A carnival?"
Violet turned in her seat to look at Christian. They sat in his Jeep, trudging down the road toward, what Christian had just revealed was, a carnival.
"Yeah! Isn't it great?"
"I've never been to a carnival," Violet muttered.
"Yeah, I know!" Christian looked truly excited.
Violet looked at him. He knew? "How do you know?"
Christian's body tensed up and Violet turned to face the road. "I just heard from...around...that you had never been."
Violet blinked. Hmm. Okay. She fiddled her thumbs until the lights of the carnival came into view. The sun was beginning to set and lights from the carnival were bright against the dark sky. Violet's heart leapt in her chest. She had always wanted to go to a carnival, but she had this everlasting fear of ferris wheels. She hated heights.
As they were buying tickets for the rollar coaster rides, Violet couldn't stay still.
"Where do you want to go first?" Christian asked. "Ferris wheel?"
Violet's eyes slid to the large ferris wheel that stuck out behind the roller coasters that surrounded them.
"Um. Not just yet. Let's go play some games or ride some roller coasters."
Christian smiled. "Okay."
They walked through the small crowd of people and spotted a vender with stuffed animals hanging from the tent roof.
Violet latched onto Christian's shirt sleeve and pointed at the vender. "Look!" she cried. "They have Kenny dolls!"
Violet saw the amusement in his eyes when Christian saw the dolls she was talking about. "You watch South Park?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"Of course! Who doesn't? I love Kenny!"
They both took a seat at the vender to play a game of racing dolphins. In order to win, they had to throw a set of balls into the holes that were layed out in front of them, covered with glass. The further they threw their balls, the further their dolphins went on the board.
When the buzzer went off, Violet went to work throwing the balls. She was number nine, and Christian beside her was number ten. He had been in front of her until his hand slipped on the glass and his ball went into a hole that was too close to him.
While his dolphin moved a faction of an inch, hers catipulted in front of his. When her dolphin crossed the finish line on front of his and the other four dolphins she had been racing, she jumped out of her seat in a victory dance.
She cradled her Kenny doll to her chest and grinned at Christian. He pouted back. "Oh, come on, Christian. You're just jealous."
Christian put a hand over his heart. "My ego is bruised. I don't know if I'll ever recover. You took away my chance to be a man and win the doll for you."
Violet smiled at him and admired her Kenny doll. "You know, if his name wasn't Kenny, I would have named him Christian."
Christian smiled proudly. "Why, thanks you."
She looked at him thoughfully. "has anyone ever called you Chris?"
He wrinked his nose. "Never." He put a hand on his chin and turned to her. "Do I look like a Chris?"
She turned and looked at the way he was posed, a hand on his hip, his eyes giving a far away look. "No," she decided. "You don't."
She looked satisfied. "How about the ferris wheel?"
When Maggie was finished making dinner, she called for Pacey and Thomas to eat.
Nobody answered.
"Boys!" she called again, louder. "Dinner is ready! Come eat!"
Still nothing.
She walked down the leading to all the bedrooms and opened Pacey's door. The light was on, but he was not in there. As she was turning to go check the living room, she heard a faint grunting noise coming from Violet's room.
She walked quietly to the room and opened the door. In here, the lights were off, but she could see Pacey's silhouette in front of the window. He looked as if he was trying to crawl out.
Maggie rushed to his side and put a hand on either side of his waist. She felt Pacey trying to wriggle out of her grasp, so she pulled him into the bedroom and set his feet on the carpet.
"Pacey, honey, what are you doing?" she asked him, crouching down so that they would be at eye level.
"I'm going to see Drake," he answered without looking at her.
"Why do you want go see Drake?"
"Because I miss Violet. I thought Drake missed her, too."
"Honey, you could've asked. I would have taken you over there. Why were you trying to go through the window?"
Pacey's eyes met his mother's. "Because that's the way we always go."
Maggie's brow creased at hearing this. "Who always goes?"
"Me and Violet."
"When do you go through the window to see Drake?"
"At night."
"Why?"
"Because you and Daddy yell too loud. I can't sleep."
Maggie dropped her face in her hands and tried to hold back a sob. This is what she and her husband were doing to their children? Forcing them to go to someone else's house in the middle of the night because they were too loud when they fought?
Maggie heaved a sigh and stood to her full height. "Dinner is ready, Pace. Are you hungry?"
He nodded and she lead him out of the dark room and into the kitchen. When she had the table all set and was getting ready to bring out the food, her groggy husband walked into the dining room.
"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked.
"I was about to. I just wanted to give you as much time to rest as I could."
He stared at her, seemingly surprised, and Maggie wondered why he was so shocked by this.
The dinner table was silent all through the meal. Nobody spoke about their day or how work went. Thomas didn't ask where Violet was.
After she's finished doing the dishes, Maggie headed to her bedroom, expecting Thomas to be asleep.
He wasn't.
He was undressing by the closet doorway, his back to the bedroom door. Maggie took the opportunity to change as well.
"Did you know that our children have been sneaking into Drake's bedroom at night?" she asked casually, watching for her husband's reaction.
His whole body stopped moving, but he didn't turn around to face her. "Why?"
"Pacey said that we fight to loud, and they can't sleep."
Thomas turned around and looked at Maggie. She was already haflway out of her clothes and had to fight the reflex to cover herself. Thomas wasn't paying attention to what she was wearing, he was looking her in the eye. Finally, he nodded and slouched to the bed, crawling in on her side scooting over to his.
She crawled in beside him and wondered when he had the time to sleep around. She knew that he worked long days and never pretended to work at night. He slept beside her in their bed every night.
But maybe Maggie would find out when he had the time. |
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