Funeral March: The Legend of Andrew Rufus: (Book 6 of 7) (The Legend of Andrew Rufus Complete Series) by M.M. Crumley

Funeral March: The Legend of Andrew Rufus: (Book 6 of 7) (The Legend of Andrew Rufus Complete Series) by M.M. Crumley

Author:M.M. Crumley [Crumley, M.M.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Lone Ghost Publishing
Published: 2020-05-17T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter 15

Andrew frowned as the door closed behind Fred. He didn't want to lose Clara. He'd make sure to wear sweaters around her or something, anything to cover his muscles. Did she like his face too? How could he cover his face? This is so stupid, he thought disgustedly.

His stomach growled, and he grabbed a pack of meat and a cup of coffee and headed to the den.

When he finished eating, he pulled out a chunk of half-carved wood and started whittling. Whittling usually helped him think. Only tonight it didn't.

He had to fix this. Maybe if he did something really stupid Clara would think he was an idiot. He looked at his carving. It looked like a drunken monkey had gotten ahold of a knife. He tossed it in the corner with his other drunken monkey carvings. He needed help.

"Mom," he said when he got home. "I think Clara has a… a… crush on me. It's making things weird. Whadda I do?"

Mrs. Rufus's eyes lit up. "Really? That's so cute! You should ask her out. Your first date!"

"No! I can't. I need to fix this. I want things back to normal."

"Why?"

"Because… I don't know… I don't have time for this."

She smiled. "You don't have time for fun?"

"No; I really don't." He wished she understood, but she just didn't.

"Well, just don't say anything then," she said with a sigh. "It'll pass."

"It will?" he asked, relieved.

"Probably. Anyway, your birthday is next week. Invite her over to celebrate. And Fred too."

"It is? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

"How old am I?"

"Andrew! What kind of question is that? You'll be fifteen."

"Right; I knew that." He hadn't. He honestly couldn't remember. In reality, he was older than that. But he didn't know how old he really was either.

"Okay; I'll ask them over. Sunday?"

"Perfect." She stared at him with concern. "Are you okay, Andrew? Do you want to talk?"

For a moment he thought about it. There was so much weighing him down. Clara and Fred were having fun, and they were his friends, but they didn't understand what was at stake. They didn't know he had nightmares every night or that he couldn't go more than three hours tops without eating meat. Shorter if he'd really been pushing it. They didn't know he had blood on his hands. They didn't know him. But neither did she.

"I'm okay, Mom. Just a lot on my mind. Thank you."

"Okay, well if you need anything." She paused. "Um… and Andrew?"

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking, I mean, since your dad's not around… I was wondering..." She sighed, giving him a sad smile. "It was so much easier to be both sides when you were young. If you need a man to talk to about anything, like say, how to shave or something like that, I'm sure Timothy wouldn't mind."

Andrew stared at her in shock, trying to process exactly what she'd just said. One, she clearly thought he needed to shave. Two, she thought he needed a dad or a man in his life.



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