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Scene Thirty two: Peggy’s house

 

Grun:

I am eternally grateful to you and Peggy, Sarah. I feel rejuvenated and at peace.

Peggy’s Mother Sarah:

You are most welcome, Grun, you are such a gentle soul. I feel happy now that you are here. It would be lovely if you two got married, why don’t you ask her?

Grun:

We haven’t got around to even talking about such things yet.

Sarah:

But she said you have known each other for a long time; surely you have thought about it.

Peggy is such a wonderful daughter; you know she passed the test to be a St John’s Ambulance helper, she didn't even get discouraged over the man who said he had been injured at the football match and wanted Peggy to rub him in an embarrassing place. You could be married at Easter time; oh, how lovely that would be. Promise me you will ask her; promise me, do you hear! 

Grun knew that the influence spell is causing this to happen. He had to decide what to do about and quick.

Grun:

I have to go out for a while, Sarah, tell Peggy I will come back later. You will not become too attached to me you think I am rude condescending and big headed; you also think that I smell of B.O. Bye for now.

Grun leaves the house and makes his way to the canal crossing to meet Kyle.

Peggy comes back half an hour later.

Peggy:

Where is Grun, mum?

Sarah:

He went out for a while; I don’t think you should see him so much.

Peggy:

What? Why do you say that?

Sarah:

He is condescending, big headed, rude, and smells of B.O.

Peggy:

What? How can you say that? He didn’t say anything bad to you, did he?

Sarah:

No, it is just how I feel about him, I know I liked him before but now I don’t; I mean, how can you like someone who smells.

Peggy:

He doesn’t smell to me.

Sarah:

You are smitten with him I can see that; he has influenced you to such an extent that you can’t smell him; well, I can smell him and I can tell you that it is a cross between a wet dog and a dung heap.

Peggy:

Oh, Mother, please stop this. I am going to my room.

Sarah:

If you marry him I won’t allow him into this house smelling like a dung heap!