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Eliza: Chapter Seven: The Delivery Man Comes Calling

May 2, 2009

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Eliza shut the heavy leather bound book. She had spent the entire night poring over its yellowing pages. I have Isabelle’s journal, she thought, her long fingers gently tracing the imprinted cover. She now knew the names of her family members; she had their pictures. Eliza held a piece of her own family’s past in her hands, and she still didn’t know what to do to find her cousin Isadora. Isadora and Isabelle. Her great aunt Bella Donna and Isadora’s daughter Bella. Everything was connected in the DiPotere family, it seemed now. Everything was tied to this one mystery.

Eliza’s stomach rumbled in fierce protest, interupting her thoughts. She’d been so wrapped up in this book, Eliza realized she hadn’t eaten a thing all day. She opened the fridge to find a bottle of ketchup and exactly two stalks of wilted celery. Great, just great, she thought as she closed the refrigerator door. It would take at least an hour, maybe more, to get dressed and walk to the Strangetown Deli. That was time she did not want to lose. It only took a second for Eliza to decide today was the day to try the fancy delivery service the deli was always promoting. Fifty simoleans was a lot of cash, but well worth the cost of time Eliza wanted to devote to her ancestor’s journal.

The sun was just beginning to rise, and Eliza hoped the Deli was open so early in the morning. As luck would have it, they were. In no time at all the cough and sputter of a delivery van interrupted Eliza’s thoughts, and she pulled herself away from Isabelle’s journal long enough to meet the delivery man at her mailbox. He had a strong nose and large beautiful eyes, and when he smiled, Eliza’s stomach did a flip. She smiled back as she reached for her basket of groceries.

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“Morning miss,” the man said, and smiled that infuriating smile again.

“Morning, er…”

“Daryl, miss, Daryl Gregory.”

“Oh!” said Eliza, “Two first names, I’ve always adored men with two first names.” Daryl blushed, and Eliza felt mortified. “I mean…oh, drat. I’m Eliza, Eliza DiPotere. It’s nice to meet you, Daryl. I’m surprised I’ve never seen you before.”

“Well, I used to work at BellTech, and…”

“I work at BellTech!” interrupted Eliza, and the two were off, chatting like they’d known each other for a lifetime. It was Daryl who finally broke the conversation off, proclaiming his need to return to the Deli. When he left, Eliza felt empty and alone. Though she felt foolish, Eliza called Darryl that very night, and invited him over for a date. To her delight, he accepted. There was something between the two, something Eliza had never felt before.

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Daryl came over straight from work, and the two spent the night laughing and talking. As the evening was coming to an end, Eliza didn’t think she could bear the thought of him leaving. What’s wrong with me, she wondered, as she found herself asking Daryl to spend the night. The two spent a magical evening together, and Eliza was sure she had met her true match. Right before she drifted off to sleep, Eliza muttered, “Stay here with me forever.” To her surprise, Darryl jumped up and grabbed her in a passionate hug.

“I’d love to,” he said, and suddenly Eliza was preparing add a new kind of chapter to her life.

Go on to Chapter Eight

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. May 3, 2009 8:58 am

    Whoa, that was fast! I’m a bit suspicious of how “easy” he was – and why’s he working as a delivery guy when he used to work at Bell Tech?

  2. May 4, 2009 9:44 am

    I think it’s sweet! Although I’m still thinking I could have made a meal out of ketchup and wilted celery. heh. It would have ruined the story though! Everything happens for a reason in this story, after all…

  3. pieridae permalink*
    May 5, 2009 12:34 am

    Thanks for the comments, girls. tacy’s right, everything does happen for a reason, lol. Although, in-game, the two really did fall instantly in love. And as for the celery and ketchup, I’ve probably concocted worse meals myself, too. We’ve all been there, I’m sure. In college I always had a fridge door full of condiments and, like, half a bag of carrots. 🙂

  4. SabrosaRose permalink
    May 6, 2009 6:46 am

    Great update.

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