Lunch apointment Part 2

Continuation......

Fae: I kind of thought it was brilliant. Actually, it came out from your mum's mouth.

Moyra: Are you serious? Wow, I didn't think she had it in her.

Both the girls giggled away. After almost an hour of chatting, they decided to do a bit of art work. Moyra, has always wanted to get back into painting, so she was trying out her skills, while Fae was happy to just work with crayons. Non-toxic to be precise. Moyra started giggling again, while Fae followed suit. They simply couldn't stop thinking about the Dr J and Miss H thing.

It was time for show and tell, between the two girls.

Moyra: Okay, so, today I painted a tree, a house, these colourful rainbows..(she giggled, then calmed down and got back to her presentation)..the little birds flying, there they are, if you can see those wings then you know, they're birds...(Moyra, giggling away) Then, you can see people. Okay, I know this looks like a 6years old's painting,but I did try. Anyway, these people in here are happy. They love flowers. They're basically..you know..happy people, who, basically lives..in a happy home. (paused for a moment and then, nodded) Yup! Your turn Fae.

Fae: Okay, today, I just drew flowers with these non-toxic crayons. (Fae, loved to elaborate what she used on paper) Anyway, I decided to draw them in black and colour them with grey (gray) because it's what I'm feeling inside. Black, because I'm lonely and grey (gray) because I'm miserable. But, I'm a happy miserable person? Is there such a thing?

Moyra: I guess? Is there anything else you want mentioned? (feeling guilty about mentioning her silly 'happy home themed painting)

Fae: Oh, I love flowers 'cause they are pretty. (Smiles and sits down,then looking all gloomy)

Moyra was used to the way Fae looked all the time. She never showed happiness nor did she show unhappiness. Her face looks blank. No feelings. That was only when she's quiet. When she talks to Moyra or anyone whom she can trust, like Amelie, who's also Moyra's friend, Fae looks as though she has been enlightened by two people who she adores so dearly.

Moyra: Okay, so do you want to talk about it?

Fae: What is there to talk? You know what my mum is like. So, is there anything else you want to ask me?

Moyra: Hmmmmm....(pressing her lips and thinking away, then suddenly, a lightbulb flash. She remembered what her friend Amelie had ask Fae to do a while back.) I know! Why don't you write a list of things you want to do. It can be anything. Amelie suggested that to you some time ago.

Fae: What do you mean? (looking dumbfoundedly curious)

Moyra: The suggestion or the list?

Fae: I don't know. I'll do whatever you tell me to.

Moyra: Okay, how do I interpret this into simple sentences? (Moyra wanders away, thinking in her mind) Well...you could write something you would like to try such as cooking, or baking. You could write a list of places you would like to visit. Ummm, you could even write what music you like to listen and movies you want to watch.You could even write who you want to meet, like a celebrity for example? Or friends you have not seen forever. Basically, anything.

Fae: You call that simple! He he he. So, how many should I write. Do I need to write a certain amount, like 10 or 20 or what?

Moyra: As many as you want or much, however that's meant to be said. Gosh, my English is terrible these days.

Fae: Mine too!

The day soon became night, and Moyra went home. She sat on her chair, writing in her journal. She penned a few sentences, but could not help but wonder what happens to Freedom Fae when she's alone at home. How does she kill the time when she's not out, every day. Every kind of question just pops out of Moyra's head. She knows that she wants to help Fae in every way she can, even if she does not have enough money to do so.

Then, night becomes older, although to Moyra, it never gets old. In fact, to her, night time is always, as she felt, seem so young.