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The Five Paralangua: Part Two (special preview)
🕑 Added 2023-08-19 21:00:01 +0000 UTCI noticed looks at the store while I was getting some supplies. Usually, the farming supply store was one of those places people paid no mind. Everyone was busy with their owns lives, business, animals. But today I could tell people were paying that mind. I suppose word had gotten out that Stella Riley was the only chosen this year. I quickly checked out, never one to enjoy that sort of limelight upon me. Why I was one of the chosen, I’ll never quite understand.
Once I got home I simply sat in the truck. My hands slipped front he steering wheel and I leaned back against the old seat and let out a heavy sigh.
“Oh boy.” I opened my eyes, staring up at the duct tape that patched up the ceiling. “What am I doing?” I patted my cheeks. “Everyone knows. What was I thinking?” I yelled out loud. I grabbed hold of the steering wheel again, thinking I should drive back to the headquarters and ask someone, anyone, if I was losing my mind agreeing to this nonsense.
Instead, I got out of the truck and went to the back. “You got reedy. What would Grandma say?” I grumbled under my breath. “Stella Riley, you can’t put both hands int he cookie jar!” I said mimicking her. I pulled down the tailgate and started to yank out the chicken feed.
“Let me help you with that.”
Every hair on my body bristled with anticipation. I looked up, seeing Solomon approaching front he barn. He must have been waiting.
Oh God! My first meeting, or well, my first one on one session with them. I stood erect as he approached, unsure exactly what to say. Did he hear me yell int he truck? Oh God! What am I supposed to do. Wait, he asked me a question. Say something Stella! Say anything!
“I’ve got it, it’s okay.” I had a nervous lilt to my voice. “I’m used to it.”
Solomon came up, taking the bag of feed from me. “I’m sure you are. But what’s the harm in accepting a little help?”
I smiled, fidgeting for a second. “I keep it over here.” I motioned towards the barn, leading him towards the backdoors. Already the Golden Girls were gathering at the entrance to watch. They were entranced by Solomon, which I don’t blame them. He was tall and lithe compared to other paralangua, which gave him an almost ethereal appearance.
“There we are,” he murmured as he set the bag down.
“Thank you.” I tried to smooth down my hair. I hadn’t been expecting one of them so soon. I figured I had at least until this evening. I was wearing my old overalls and boots, I didn’t look quite the part of a girl expecting a suitor.
Solomon was luckily looking around the barn. “It’s nice here.”
“Family heirloom, I suppose.” I chuckled and my anxiety was apparent in my voice cracking. “Uhm-so you’re my first.”
Solomon looked back at me, a slight smile came to his face. “I was quite lucky to win that draw.”
“A draw?” I asked, leading him back towards the house.
“Well, more like several games of rock, paper, scissors,” he shrugged. “It was the only way we could convince Venus it was fair.” He smiled and shook his head. “We were going to do it alphabetically, but Venus argued that put him at the end.”
I smiled. “I could tell he was nervous at the meeting though.”
Solomon sighed. “He does like to put on his bravado. He’s younger and smaller, so he feels like he needs to…act in order to be seen. When really, I think Venus just needs to be himself to get noticed. Then again, I’m the oldest, and I know ‘be yourself’ is the oldest advice in the book.”
“I remember my Grandpa giving me that advice when I was a kid,” I murmured. I could even picture him sitting at the kitchen table, leaning forward to me as I cried into the glass bottle coke he bought me at the general store. “I hated it. So, I can see where Venus’ mind could possibly be.”
