Miss Muffet’s Bears by Sable Sylvan

Author:Sable Sylvan [Sylvan, Sable]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: www.sablesylvan.com
Published: 2019-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

It was bad.

They’d wasted a week on planning and building the hybrid booth and gazebo, and it looked terrible. It was rickety and weird. It looked like two photos had been cut in two, poorly, and pasted together. It looked like a farmer’s magazine and a billionaire’s real estate porn magazine had a baby that neither would’ve wanted to acknowledge. The structure was a bastard, a bastardization of good taste and an okay idea.

“We cannot bring this to the festival,” said Katrina, straight out the gate.

“It’s not that bad,” said Alex.

A piece of the gazebo fell down onto the ground.

“We can put that back together with some duct tape,” said Quentin. “Nobody will even notice!”

The two walls of the gazebo fell down. There were only two walls as the other two walls had been replaced with a gazebo lattice and pillar.

“It looked good in the designs,” said Alex.

“Well, designs are like dreams, everybody’s got them,” said Katrina.

“I don’t think that’s how the phrase goes,” said Quentin as tactfully as possible, although the most tactful thing would’ve been for him to have not said anything at all.

“Right now, I do not want to hear about how I’m wrong about yet another thing,” said Katrina. “I know how phrases go, Quentin.”

“I think all he means is — “ started Alex.

“He doesn’t need you to defend him,” said Katrina, turning to face Alex. “I don’t need you to tell me what he means. I have ears. I might be bad at design, but I still know how to build a — “

Quentin turned Katrina around.

“Katrina,” whispered Quentin, running his hands through her hair. “Listen to me. You’re lashing out. I get it.”

“So?” asked Katrina, eyes brimming with tears. “Wouldn’t you lash out too?”

“Yeah — and I do,” said Quentin. “This is gonna sound lame, but, give me a hug.”

“What?” asked Katrina.

“Just hug me,” said Quentin, opening his arms.

Katrina gingerly entered Quentin’s embrace. Quentin looked at Alex and mouthed the words ‘get in here’ and glanced down at Katrina before nodding at Alex. Alex nodded and came up behind Katrina, so she was sandwiched between both Quentin and Alex.

Katrina just stood there for a second, letting Quentin and Alex warm her up, allowing them to calm her down, letting them show her that things could feel alright, even if they wouldn’t be okay.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Katrina. “Quentin, you’re right — I was lashing out. I’m not mad at either of you. I just…I feel like I can’t do anything right.”

“No offense, Katrina, but the booth wasn’t really your job,” said Alex.

“But Patricia — “ started Katrina.

“Patricia wants you to supervise us and make sure that the bakery can use whatever we build as a booth for the festival,” said Quentin. “Have you ever made your own recipe?”

“Uh…actually, no,” said Katrina shyly. “I make what other people tell me to make.”

“Okay, well…when you make your own recipe, you can mess up,” said Alex.

“And you don’t have to eat the gross stuff,” said Quentin. “If you mess up, it sucks — it feels like a waste of time and energy and ingredients.

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