To Know You

If stares could kill, then Chaya would be six feet under for it was the following morning since she threw herself into my life and ruined my plan of confessing everything to Olive. I wanted to express my anger towards her deeply however all the maids were running to and from the manner making sure they had packed everything as well as other things for the wedding. And in the past couple of weeks, I have expressed far too many emotional outbursts in front of them so today was too busy and important for me to add another to the list. So, I was left to simply glare and grit my teeth at this strange woman from the south who was currently standing only feet away in front of a large mirror which hung on the foyer's walls. She was nearly emptying an enter can of hair spray into her hair while also fluffing her hair up with her free hand.

"Aunt Joe always used to say, the thicker the hair the less bull-crap you have to listen to."

Rolling my eyes, I mumbled, "She sounds like a bright woman."

"You say something Seth? Sorry this thing blocks my ears like the Great Wall Of China." She continues to fluff up her hair while I roll my eyes again.

"Aunt Joe used to do this to her hair when she was wallerin in her bed over some man. She said the best way to get over a man is if you just block them out with a can of hair spray."

The adornment which filled her eyes hit a nerve deep within me for she spoke with love when remembering her Aunt Joe. Even though I would never admit it, it hurt that she at least had the opportunity to have a relationship with one of our family members, rather as I didn't even know them.

It irked me that she was not willing to share her past, what was she trying to hide? She had mentioned that she spent ten years in foster care, yet she spoke as if she had spent much time with this Aunt Joe. Questions began to cluster my mind and my eyes only narrowed as I stared at the short woman. 

She was barely even five-one and maybe one-fifteen soaking wet.

She didn't look much like me, and I wondered if perhaps she was more of a half-sister but once again Chaya wasn't speaking about her past and I knew trying to get information from her about it would be like pulling rotten teeth from a candy addicted kid.

"Seth why don't you stop standing there stalking me like a dog deprived of a bone and go skedaddle out of here and find Olive."

She returned my glare in the mirror but only hers was made of annoyance rather as mine was anger and irritation wrapped up in a choke hold.

Faking a cough, I frowned, "I will, but because I don't want to be here when someone lights up a match."

"Skedaddle Seth!"

Turing sharply, I trudged out of the room with a smirk for annoying her was becoming more fun by the hour and I had only known her for less than twenty-four hours. The previous night Chaya had taken her supper in her room and even skipped desert. It truly was her loss for Olive had made single serve Lemon Creme Brulee with a fresh thinly sliced lemon peel on top of the melted sugar. Then served on small plates she also gave us a single slice of Lemon bread with a powered-sugar glaze. And for the beverage she prepared coffee. It truly was her night to shine for she had received many compliments from the maids and mostly from myself for I did not shy away when complimenting her wonderful food. The sourness from the lemon and sweetness from the sugar brought delicious flavors to my tongue and if I was a dog I would've been rolling in joy and perhaps even licking the plate clean. God gave her a marvelous gift that can bring people together and create wonderful memories. 

Sauntering through the kitchen I slipped into the adjoining hallway and soon enough I was gently pushing the cracked door to her room open. It was early noon, and the sun was shining brightly through the small window which laid adjoined to a body length mirror. But even the brightly lit sun was not powerful enough to capture my attention for a ravishing, beautiful woman had already stolen it from my very eyes.