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Kris Douglas, Chapter Two: Old Friends
Kris and her father had left the docks and were heading home when she heard a shout.
"Kris!" came the voice of Jacques.
"I'll meet you at home," her father said. Jacques was one to talk a person's ear off. He knew this could take a while and he didn't care to wait around in the dark. "Try not to be home late."
Kris jogged over to speak with Jacques.
"Good day?" he asked, beaming. Even in the dark, his brilliant white teeth seemed to shine. Too bad he had such a dorky grin.
Kris shrugged. "Not really. Fish weren't biting. Bit of a strange day."
"That's a shame," Jacques said. "I'm sure tomorrow will be better. Hey, did you happen to see my dad down by the docks? He's usually back by now."
Kris thought for a moment before shaking her head. "Maybe he went looking for a bite further along the coast. I don't think anybody had much luck today."
Jacques clutched his stomach and crouched. "But I'm so hungry!"
Kris laughed and patted him on the back. "Hang in there, kiddo. I'm sure he'll be back soon enough."
Jacques pouted which made her smile even wider.
"How about this," Kris said. "If he's not back in an hour and you're moments from death, you can come round and eat whatever we're having."
"And then we can go looking for him?"
"Your dad isn't missing, Jacques," Kris said. "Don't be so melodramatic!"
"Well I hope he comes back soon," he said. "I really am starving."
Kris adjusted her satchel. "Just remember: dirt is always an option. See you tomorrow, Jacques."
"Good night!" he said, watching her walk along the path to her house.
Last edited by Jiro; 05-16-2014 at 03:17 PM.
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