"What, so nobody can see that guy but me?" "Millie" demanded, looking around at everyone.
Daisy fidgeted uneasily. The man beside her--the man she'd been in bed with--noticed. "Something wrong?" he asked very quietly. Then a wry grin pulled one side of his mouth up. "Something more, I mean?"
Daisy hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "I see him too."
"You see the invisible Frenchman?"
"He's not invisible," Daisy objected. "He's right there! How can everyone else not see or hear him?"
Daisy was about to reply when the Frenchman's tone changed abruptly. She looked at him. He was staring at Millie with his mouth open. He pointed from Millie to himself repeatedly, asking something. Then he grinned in vast relief and started babbling questions judging by the tone. Millie looked slightly alarmed and took a half step backward.
The Frenchman cried for joy and rushed her, catching her up in a bear hug, swinging her around as he babbled happily. His voice competed with Millie's insistent demands that he put her down. Her discomfort must have gotten through to him for he set her down again and took a step back.
He continued to babble. Millie shook her head repeatedly. "No speaka de French," she said. "No hablas Englais!"
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Date: 2007-02-19 11:06 pm (UTC)Daisy fidgeted uneasily. The man beside her--the man she'd been in bed with--noticed. "Something wrong?" he asked very quietly. Then a wry grin pulled one side of his mouth up. "Something more, I mean?"
Daisy hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "I see him too."
"You see the invisible Frenchman?"
"He's not invisible," Daisy objected. "He's right there! How can everyone else not see or hear him?"
Daisy was about to reply when the Frenchman's tone changed abruptly. She looked at him. He was staring at Millie with his mouth open. He pointed from Millie to himself repeatedly, asking something. Then he grinned in vast relief and started babbling questions judging by the tone. Millie looked slightly alarmed and took a half step backward.
The Frenchman cried for joy and rushed her, catching her up in a bear hug, swinging her around as he babbled happily. His voice competed with Millie's insistent demands that he put her down. Her discomfort must have gotten through to him for he set her down again and took a step back.
He continued to babble. Millie shook her head repeatedly. "No speaka de French," she said. "No hablas Englais!"