Where there's a Squeak...

~ Cyndi



Vincent and Catherine sat at the small table in his chamber discussing the finer nuances of romance, in Jane Austen’s novels. Vincent began to read an excerpt from Sense and Sensibility

“What is it Vincent?”

“Father is coming.”

A moment later Catherine could hear the distinctive sound of Father’s cane on the stone floor of the tunnel …

“Oh no, not this time he doesn’t.” Catherine put a finger to her lips, bidding Vincent to remain silent. Then she climbed on to his bed and began to bounce! The chamber began to echo with the sound of squeaky springs!

She then jumped off the bed and hid in a dark corner, out of sight of the entrance.

Within seconds Father entered, huffing and puffing, only to find Vincent casually sipping his tea as he read …

“Vincent? I thought I heard …”

“Me reading aloud, Father?” Vincent asked.

Father looked around … “Hmm - Yes.”

“Is there something you need Father?” Vincent asked as he set down his book.

“No, I … I just wanted to say good night.”

“Good night Father. Be well.”

Father glanced around one more time before answering. “You too, Vincent. I will see you in the morning.”

A few minutes later Vincent spoke. “You can come out now.”

Catherine came out of the shadows grinning.

She walked over to Vincent and kissed his cheek. “You know Vincent … One of these days we WILL make those springs squeak, for real.”




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