Chapter 4 - Nice to Finally Meet You


As Amy ate her soup she studied Theo, her gut told her that he was a genuinely good person, and if there was one thing she always listened to, it was her intuition. However, his attire didn’t seem to match his personality. The tan suit that he couldn’t stop fidgeting with was worn with small stains that looked like they had been there for ages. His tie was loose around his neck and the top button of his shirt had been undone in a frenzy on their drive.

He was just over six feet tall, barrel chested, and had medium length messy light brown hair, blue-green eyes, and a square jaw covered in rough stubble that surrounded a smile that never seemed to cease. I bet everyone that meets this guy loves him Amy thought as she watched him inhale his soup ecstatically.

“Have you ever eaten before?” Amy asked seemingly unamused,

“Nothing like this!” Theo garbled over his mouth full of soup

Ami was used to these kinds of reactions to her food, however, not nearly as enthusiastically.. “You know, it’s just chicken noodle soup right?” she stared in bewilderment as Theo messily slurped noodles into his mouth.

“Yeah, with crack” he said with a big chicken noodle grin.

After Theo had finished his third bowl of soup, he leaned back in his chair, a took a deep breath, completely satisfied “So are you ready?”

“Yep, I got my bag packed.” Amy pointed to a small bright purple purse sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

Theo looked at the small bag, then at Amy. “That’s your bag?” He was baffled, the tiny bag couldn’t fit a stick of deodorant, much less everything needed for a roadtrip of uncertain duration. Unless she was copying Harr… He looked around at the stacks of books and found her inspiration then brought his attention back to her cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a knock off. Don’t judge. It was a really good idea, and I won’t apologize for making it real. So are you ready?” Amy asked as she finished putting the dishes in the sink and grabbed the bag with mock attitude.

Theo shrugged. He didn’t fully grasp everything that was going on, but he had faith that he would get it in time. “Yep, let's do this” he said, groaning as he rose from his chair.

As Amy closed the door she pursed her lips and blew as if she was blowing out birthday candles and all the lights and candles went dark. Then she locked her door and walked towards Theo’s jalopy as he stood there slackjaw. The reality and importance of her confession finally striking him like a freight train going approximately 753 mph.

She was a witch. She had magic. She could make alien plants and heal the sick. She had magic. She could light candles with a birthday breath. She was a witch. What else was she capable of?

Theo blinked, realizing that he was still standing on her porch with his mouth open gaping at her as she tapped her fingers on the roof of his locked car.

“Do you get it now?” she yelled across the now illuminated swirling living garden.

Theo allowed his scope of vision to expand to his surroundings. He noticed plants emitting small lights. So small that they could have been mistaken for glitter, if there was any light source for them to reflect off of. He saw flowers swirling like plants illuminated and glorious. He saw small animals that he’d never imagined lounging on leaves and peeking around plant stalks. And his mouth opened wider. Then a lightning bug flew straight up his nose bringing him back to life at the speed of approximately 753 mph.

Theo snorted and coughed and, for some reason, slapped himself in the face until the bug had successfully escaped his nose cavity. He took a few breaths and looked up to see the woman who he’d correctly assumed was as far from frail as her stature would suggest towering over him. She was dressed in black, blending in with the night, however, illuminated by the flowers and strange creatures offering their light.

“Don’t worry dear, I’m a good witch” she said misquoting The Wizard of Oz with a smile and a wink, as she finally offered her hand to shake.

Theo stood to his full height, smiled, then grasped hers. “It’s nice to finally meet you Ms. Amy”

 

The sun had just started its rise as Amy opened her eyes and looked over to see Theo snoring in the seat next to her. From her reclined seat she saw a giant sign that promoted a live tiger roadside attraction. “Where the fuck are we?” Amy asked loudly, waking Theo with a snort.

She was almost blinded by the bright shirt that he’d changed into while she slept. Some would call it a Hawaiian shirt, but Amy seriously doubted that any one in Hawaii would wear something so alarming. It was bright orange and covered in yellow and blue pineapples. He’d also changed into a pair of beat up khaki cargo shorts. As startling as the garments were, they suited him far better than the wardrobe from the previous day.

Groggily, Theo answered “We’re outside Grosse Tete, I had to wait till the morning to ask Dorris for the address. She gets mad when I wake her up in the middle of the night, so I thought I’d catch a few winks too.”

Blinking repeatedly to wake up, he inclined his seat and started the car again, then pulled out his cell phone and dialed the only number he had listed in his favorites.

“Hello there beautiful, how are you this fine morning!” Theo sang in an overly cheerful voice. Amy heard a scratchy irritated woman's voice on the other end of the phone, but couldn’t make out what she was saying.