The Shield of Glass

Chapter 4

Little Merianat: Do the baby platypuses know their mother left them to run away with her beaver?

New Sun: Of course they know, you can't keep those things from children. Remember Snow White? She abandoned the dwarves to hook up with a prince and everybody found out.

Little Kalessi: Mommy I want a doll to like me.

Isabelle: Your brothers?

Malachi: That handsome one is my brother. Different mothers, same father. My mother passed away. His mother raised me, my aunt Frida is a good person, I consider her to be my mother. Apollo is like my brother, his father left him to us.

Isabelle: I lost my mother as well when I was 15.

Isabelle and Malachi are sitting in the bed more likely literally laying down together in the bed just looking at each other's eyes Malachi can't stop looking at Isabel. She's so beautiful.

Isabelle: Your eyes are like bottomless pits. I'm afraid of falling, but they are drawing me in.

Malachi: With you, it's always the extremes. With you, it's always the extremes.

Isabelle: It's either heaven or hell. Who are you, Malachi?

Malachi: I'm a speck of dust. One winds tossed, carried to the clouds. Mixed with rains, falling onto unknown lands. The prisoner of fate. I'm a speck of dust. Ready for everything.

Isabelle: Have you ever been in love?

Malachi: Not enough to create poetry while looking into a person's eyes.

Isabelle: Did you create this just now?

Malachi: Don't you like it?

Isabelle: What?

Malachi: So, what about you? Have you ever been in love?

Isabelle: No. Don't look at me like that. I can't look at anyone in the eyes for too long. I miss Sicily. When do we go there? Also, I can't keep hiding you from my father anymore.

Malachi: So, tell him.

Isabelle: No, not like this. I can't say it over the phone. If I go there now, I can break the news about you gently. Then you can meet, then perhaps...

Malachi: First, get my mother to like you, the rest is easy.

Isabelle: Won't she like me?

Malachi: No, she is slow to like people. If she wasn't, would I be single now?

Isabelle: How many girls have you introduced to herso far?

Malachi: Just you.

Aiden: I got a hat just like that.

Mercy: Yeah. Sorry.

Aiden: No, you hold on to it. Looks better on you.

Mercy: Nice to meet you, Aiden

Aiden: Nice to meet you I'm Aiden.

Mercy: Are you British? Aiden are from England?

Aiden: No.

Mercy: Oh. You were the big winner tonight, right? I think I should be the one buying you a beer.

Aiden: Oh, no. Doesn't work like that where I'm from.

Mercy: Oh okay.

Brigette: I've been looking all over for you.