Peaceful atmosphere, I looked up at the cloud sky. This time my mind is very calm. Summer doesn't mean it has to be under a roof. But it's not like I wasted my money. In this world nothing is free, even if you want to make peace with a place that doesn't pay at all. Something like transportation, snack, and drink? That’s what I’m talking about.
About 10 minutes the hook was cast, I was worried that the short candy head girl was bored. As for Beckey, I could have ignored her, I didn't even realize where the black cat she was holding had come from. It's also called summer, because I'm a sensitive guy and you can say a bit romantic, so I decided to look for supplies first. At least these two girls were like ice cream that sat on the table all day which can melt at any time
Clouds gathered to greet my eyes for a moment.
"I'm gratefu," I muttered in relax.
I wake up this sleepy body.
"I'm going to the local shop."
"Ah! I'd like some bottled lemon tea," Gwendoline said, shaking her hat.
“Soda is fine,” Beckey added. "One and a half pints."
I know it's the season to drink a lot, but this girl exceeded my expectations. I don't mind if it's tea or water, but not soda.
"You want a soda bath, Beckey?" I quipped.
"You have any other recommendations?" she shrugged.
Seriously this girl? Don't even have a choice. So it doesn't matter if I give it gasoline? I put my thumb up as a sign that I understand. Then she nodded in agreement.
"Well, Papa Mark is leaving."
I'm back on the road. This time I went straight, past the Laysike trees. Come to think of it, there's no harm in bringing Gertrude and Rita here. I thought it would be impossible if there were no insects, let alone beetles. But after weighing other things, it will speed up the dry bag even more if there are additional people. I'm a little relieved.
After walking for about 1 km, through the lush Laysike, came the final challenge. At least twice I had to go through it.
“Suspension… bridge…?” I said slowly with panic. I'm sure anyone else feels the same way.
I gulped.
It sure looks solid, at least I get the feeling it's been renovated. Even so, a suspension bridge is still a suspension bridge. Just like in the movies. When climbed, the vibrations are felt even to the end though. The problem is when I go missing, there's no one to worry about.
I jumped a little, took the horses, exhaled to the fullest. My warm up is done.
"Well, Papa Mark has to get rations for my two wives!"
Those are the most confident and dumbest word I've ever spoken. At least when I'm unlucky, I've come up with a cool line. Although, I feel dumb.
My feet took a slow step, but my heart seemed to have floated first. My eyes never looked down even though it was a river. I'm not going to let anything intimidate me. I imagined being a bird.
After five minutes, long enough to risk life, I finally arrived. The problem is I can't be satisfied just yet, because I will face it twice.
After that I walked straight, I saw a sign that said Water Lane. A sweeping prairie area, for a moment I thought this was a suitable place to raise livestock. Following the slightly curved road, you will arrive at a local shop. Not too crowded and the aroma uses the smell of coffee. Not bad match.
"Excuse me!" I said to the three housewives who were chatting.
They turned to me.
"Oh, an outsider?" said the mother of the blue shirt a bit shabby.
I introduced myself and explained to them, that the three of us from Widehope School in the back building were on a fishing vacation on the Derwent river.
“Ah, Widehope student!” said the dark brown skinned mother, smiling kindly.
“Oh! That's awesome for kids these days who are still fishing?” said the mother who was wearing a checkered shirt and wearing glasses.
They just don't know that we're not from the front building. They usually use gadget and computer to play togethers. Shooott, games just for retarded! I envy them.
“Hey, boy, how is the Garnache doing?”
"Excuse me, madame?" I said back asking the woman with a plaid shirt.
I don't understand what she's asking. But I'm sure I've heard that name before.
“That was so long ago, Lauren! They wouldn't know." Said the woman who was dressed a bit shabby.
"Sorry, son, excuse us!"
they leave.
Then, i ordered a few items.
"Excuse me, who is Garnache that mother asked?" I asked the seller who had also heard.
“Oh, old friend. Madame Garnache, she is very supportive of the local village people. She even bought up all of Madame Browne's tomato and lettuce garden for a total of two tons!”
"That much?"
"Well, she's a rich woman…, and had a restaurant. Otherwise how dare she buy Madame McLoughlin's five cows!"
"McLoughlin?"
"The one in the blue shirt was a bit shabby earlier."
"Then what does this have to do with Widehope School?"
The hand of the man whose hair was no longer black rubbed his face. He then explained briefly and rather heavy. He said that he had not heard from Madame Garnache in several years. The last news anyone around heard was that Madame Garnache had been rushed to the hospital with an illness. Many of them felt lost because Madame Garnache was such a generous person.
"This is what makes us a bit difficult now."
"If I may know, what disease she has?"
He shook his head unknowingly.
"You said she was the biggest donor?"
"Yeah, she said she contributed to the Widehope project on the back building."
“I see. Thank you, sir."
As I was about to leave, I remembered something.
"Excuse me sir, the bridge has been renovated?"
He thought for a moment.
“Oh! The Menethorpe Suspension Bridge? Yeah, three years ago."
"By Madame Garnache, I think?"
"No, it's from someone else. I don't know, Heide, Schneide…” he guessed.
"Reiders?" I said guessing.
He shook his head while scratching his hair.
“Muller… Reiner… Krueger…”
After a while, his eyes opened wide.
"Ah! Groeneweg Family. Yeah, with some of the black suits. Businessman maybe?”
"Thank you." I added to myself, even the names mentioned earlier did not look alike from his guess.
I went back over the cursed bridge and arrived about 15 minutes to Gwen and Beckey's place.
"Sorry, Beckey, I… bought you a better one."
I gave a bottle of about 1 liter more a grape juice.
“Oh, this one is fine too,” she smiles lightly. Luckily she is not picky type. Well, I feel a little guilty by saying Beckey is a girl with bad taste buds.
After that I sneaky from behind. I stuck the cold bottle on her cheek. Gwendoline was shocked and almost fell over. I hold her hand at the perfect time.
“Yikes! Grrr… do it normally!”
"Hehe, sorry," I added while looking at her bucket that already contained two fish. “Oh? Perches are not bad.”
She sighed not feeling satisfied.
“It seems impossible to catch anadromous. But I didn't even catch a single trout." she added slightly whining.
Picked up the fishing rod, and I threw the hook. Then I sat down next to Gwendoline.
"Relax, there's nothing wrong with that."
I drank a bottle of the same as Gwendoline's and then set it aside.
"By the way, why are you taking so long?" asked Gwendoline, slightly irritated.
"Oh yes?" I said softly, as if I didn't notice.
"Forty-five minutes or so." Obviously Becky.
“Oh, time really doesn't feel when you're on a picnic? Right?"
This time Gwendoline really didn't let me. Her hands suddenly grabbed my collar. Luckily it's getting weaker.
“Fine, fine… Papa Mark will come clean,” I said groaning a bit and I was overwhelmed.
“Tch! What the hell with papa, huh?!”
I explained to them about how nervous I am passing the hell bridge. Also I’m telling about Garnache that three young mothers talk about.
"Suspension bridge? Hey, hey! I want to go there!" Beckey said excitedly.
“Oh come on, Becky! Give me a break!” I said complaining.
Meanwhile Gwendoline's eyes were still on her fishing rod.
“Hey, you said just now Garnache?”
"You familiar, Gwen?"
While my fishing rod shook uncontrollably, or would regret it if it wasn't pulled.
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