Chapter 17

"Chatterbox, I swear to lord, if you don't answer me now…" He threatened with his  eyes slowly getting dilated and then he could hear a soft squelching sound from behind. He turned around and there she was, who fell into the pit covered with ice. Her hair was covered with snow and face mixed with ice and water. She was asking his attention, hitting the ice covered soil with her elbow because her hands were tied up. He released the air that he didn't know he was holding and scurried to her rescue before removing the cello tape covering her mouth and hands. "How would I answer your call when you treat me like a prisoner and seal my lips and hands, you poker-face." She spat her words in fury at him. "Do not call me that. You invited this to yourself. You keep on talking without a comma or full stop. I'm not ordained here to answer your questions. Huch! There goes out a sneeze and another. The sneezing goes on for Merlyn.  "I fucking told you to sit in the car. At least you would have