Angsty lamenting over with, here's more story! Well, actually it's a different one 'cause I'm kinda burnt out on the one I was working on, but still! I'm actually posting! That's an improvement!
Cassy fairly flew down the hall in her haste, narrowly avoiding knocking into several people. She made a sharp left turn, and jumped down the stairwell taking two or three steps at a time. That damn woman had made her LATE! Never mind the fact that she was skating on thin ice with Chris as it was, she just HAD to stop for breakfast! They would have been okay on time if they had just eaten then left, but NO! That infernal woman had to flirt with the waiter!
Finally, she reached the choir room. Fortunately, Chris was only halfway through the usual Sunday-morning warm-up. She preferred to arrive about fifteen minutes before the choir did to warm up herself, but she would take what she got. When Chris finished with the warm up, he looked her straight in the eye, and with thinly-veiled disdain, he said, "You're late."
"Mother." She responded simply, knowing he would understand, even if he was still mad at her.
"No excuse." He muttered at her, getting up and allowing her to take her place behind the piano.
Despite Chris' current dislike of her, he and Cassy made a dynamic pair as a conductor and accompanist. She took his subtle directions better than anyone he'd ever worked with (even if he refused to admit it aloud). The short rehearsal was soon over without any fuss, and the choir made their usual migration up to the waiting room. They arrived just as Lionel Rose (the organist and reason for Chris and Cassy's current contention) finished with the prelude, and after a short call to worship, they were on. They processed in with the opening hymn, and just like that, service began, no one in the congregation aware that their beloved Music Ministries director was glaring daggers at the talented teenage accompanist for no real reason. Of course, Cassy wouldn't be the one to say he was being illogical. It was something he had to figure out on his own. Nevertheless, she bore the uncomfortable itch of his hatred all through service, and slipped out as soon as the postlude started. With any luck she would be out of the building before Chris had managed to shake off his adoring fans.
Someone did catch her as she was leaving, but fortunately it wasn't Chris. Unfortunately, it was Lionel.
"Why was Chris sending you death glares all through service?" He asked bluntly.
"I told him something he didn't want to hear."
"Oh. Okay. See you next week."
That's the way he was. Cassy shook her head, and turned to where her mother was leaning against the car, smoking.
"Those things are going to kill you." She muttered as she slid into the passenger seat.
"Honey, you're going to kill me before they ever get close."
"Says you."
"That's no way to talk to your mother."
"That's no way to talk to your mother."
"Whatever."
"When did you become so petulant child?"
"When did you learn a word as big as petulant?"
"Oooh... you just wait until your daddy hears about this."
"Yes. I'm sure he'll get quite the laugh from it."
"Shut up, child."
"Yes mommy."
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