The Twist In Life

Chapter 23_ Sundae with a topping of fury

"Let's go get some ice cream now," said Harvey, stretching his arms.

"Why did you actually call me over?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"For the projects. Why else?" Harvey raised his eyebrows in reply.

"I find that hard to believe," I said.

"Why so? We only worked on the project, didn't we? No pranks, no nothing," said Jamie.

"That is what's making me suspicious," I said. "This is so unlike you both. No pranks, no teasing, not even a pickup line."

"You miss the old us, don't you?" smirked Harvey.

"Yes, I mean no. Why would I? Thats absurd. I was just saying," I rambled.

"Yeah right," smirked Harvey.

I made a face and stood up, saying, "I'll go get the ice cream."

"There's no ice cream at home. I meant the parlour, Frozen Delights," said Harvey.

"The one owned by your dad? After what happened last time, I am a bit hesitant to go back so soon," I said, giving Jamie an annoyed look.

"It's okay," said Harvey, waving his hand as if dismissing my worries. "Charlie is a pretty decent guy. He has known us since we weren't even born."

"And you too," Jamie turned to face me. "Uncle told us that Charlie was good friends with your uncle."

"He didn't even recognise me," I said.

"He sold his house and went abroad when we were six. He recently came back. But I'm sure he remembers your cute little kiddy face," said Harvey, getting up from the sofa.

'Uncle's old friend, huh?' I thought. 'It's time to get some answers.'

"Where did he go to?" I asked, curious.

"England," replied Harvey, going towards the front door. "He married an English woman."

"Why is he back now?" I asked, following him.

"I'll answer all your questions in the car," said Harvey grabbing his car keys from the table beside the door.

"So, about Charlie," I reminded Harvey as soon as we were in the car.

"Why are you so curious?" asked Harvey, starting the car.

"No reason", I said casually.

"He and his wife divorced last summer. So old Charlie came back," said Harvey.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Harvey. "Why are you nosing in their business?"

"I was just asking," I replied defensively. In fact, I wanted to know as much as I could about him before questioning him about my uncle.

"Don't ask him that," said Harvey.

"I know, I'm not an idiot," I rolled my eyes.

"I beg to differ," he replied.

"Shut up," I muttered.

"Very original," countered Harvey.

"Just concentrate on your driving," I snapped.

"I'm talking with my tongue. Which isn't used in driving," he said.

I didn't reply and turned to look out of the window.

'This is it! You can ask Charlie about your parents,' I told myself.

'But what if he doesn't know anything?' My not so optimistic side spoke.