Wednesday: September 26, 2007
Who: Marley and Giles
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Garley forest cottage
What: Time to talk

Marley shifted in her seat, eyes looking downwards in attempt to convince herself she wasn’t trying real hard to get a certain someone to understand that she was tired of playing a waiting game. She tried a few things to get Giles to speak. Tapping her fingers obnoxiously, singing, sighing in ways that proved she was annoyed. But still she got nothing. It figured. She planned the perfect time to corner Giles while he was sitting down and now all she was granted was silence and frustration on her end.

Finally she put her feet up on the table and slid down so her shoes were near in her father’s face. “I’m going to keep trying to do something that irritates you until you start talking to me.” She waved a foot back and forth. “You can’t just grumble everyday when I try talking to you. You got to say something. Even if it’s just go away or something.” She folded her arms before she slid back in an upright position. Clearing her throat, Marley fumbled her fingers and held a much more serious expression.

“I’m serious. I know this is weird and all for you. But it’s not like it’s easy for me, either. Stop being so grumpy and just talk to me. It’s not like I expect us to hold hands and frolic around in the woods.” She shrugged, giving him a pout. “I’m a big girl. I've learned well. Lucky for you, you missed the hard work.” There was a teasing look in her eye. She figured if she poked at him a bit she could at least get some words in return.