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- Posted: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 16:48:33 +0000
olive snook
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx don't mess with this pie ho!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx don't mess with this pie ho!
- If Olive was worried about anything to do with this Dale Fields thing, she was worried about Ned. Emerson had been a private eye for so long now, and he was definitely the best in the business. He'd been through this before, ex-cons hellbent on finding him out. Ned, on the other hand, hadn't been doing it for so long. She didn't even know what he did for Emerson Cod, but they'd been partners for a while. Same with Chuck. She thought on that for a little while. What was it about secrets in their group? And why was she the one who was always left out? It took her forever to find out that Chuck faked her death, and to know why she and Ned didn't touch. She still didn't know why the broke up, or what hand the ex couple of the year had in all those cases.
And on the flip side, she'd been forced to keep a lot of secrets. She still liked Ned. She might love Ned. She wanted Ned! That was something she had to keep from Ned. And Chuck. And for the longest time, she had to keep the identity of Chuck's mother to herself. That secret was the one that almost drove her mad, into the convent even! She might still be there if it wasn't for the pie maker, on one of the very, very few occasions when they got close. Like when he caught her in his arms by mistake, when they kissed, and when they competed together at The Papen County Comfort Food Cook-Off. However, all of those quickly ended, and Ned always went back to Chuck. Except for this time.
Olive sighed softly, continuing to run her hand along Digby's soft fur. He seemed to be enjoying it. Well, he should enjoy it. Actual human contact was a lot better than being petted by a hand on a stick. She wondered if Ned was ever going to admit that, or if he'd ever do something about it. "Well, you and Chuck had a hand in it." She wasn't really bitter about not being included. She was used to it by now. Really, she was just stalling for time, hoping that she could keep Ned's attention a while before she had to launch into her story about Chuck. She didn't even really have a story, like she admitted to herself before. She never got time alone with him, and she didn't want this precious time to be all about his ex girlfriend. She'd rather talk about a merciless killer bent on revenge.
"Still, you're around Emerson enough. He might go after you just out of spite." Would he? Well, she didn't know these types! But she did know that the pie maker looked as though a visit from Dale Fields would be welcomed right about now. Was she really that...well, undesirable? He couldn't stand her company that much? He was fidgeting, probably because he was uncomfortable. And then...
They touched. It was the first time that had happened since a really long time ago. Since even before the comfort food competition. And nothing happened. She was expecting him to break out into hives or something, have some allergic reaction to her like he would with Chuck. "It's okay." She said, "Chuck is okay." Here goes. "She didn't say much."