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Chapter 10 by Impregmaniac Impregmaniac

Did anything delay my appointment?

No.

I arrived at the Cooper residence a little earlier than expected, and after being shooed out of the house, I spent some time with Mr. Cooper at his forge, watching him shape some metal into blades. The clang of metal meeting metal is strangely hypnotic and I found myself lost in his rhythmic striking, until a loud hiss and pop of boiling oil broke the trance. "Right," Mr. Cooper said, eyeing his piece for warps, "I think you've been stalled long enough. Why don't you go on in first? Angela will throw a fit if I come in covered in soot and smelling of smoke."

Nodding my understanding, I walked back around to their front door and knocked. The door opened and Mrs. Cooper welcomed me warmly, as if I had just arrived. "Devon! Welcome, welcome! Come in, come in. Thomas should be finishing up at the forge just now. Thomas! Thomas! Devon is here!" I found myself bustled and sat at their table before I could get a word out, my hat and coat already being put away.

"Mrs. Cooper-," I started, but their side door burst open and Mr. Cooper walked in, cleaning his hands on a towel. "Devon, you old dog! It's been too long! How are you, old boy? I hope Angela hasn't put you through the ringer. She's been talking about your visit all day. And look at what she's prepared. She hasn't done anything like this since our wedding." Plopping down next to me, he took my shoulder and grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, we've got quite the evening planned, Devon. Are you sure you won't be spending the night?" Finally finding my tongue, I declined the invitation once again. "Ah well, there's always next time. Now, tuck in then before it all gets cold."

The food, from what I remember, was divine, but for my nervousness, they could have served me sawdust and I would not have noticed. But I do remember drinking glass after glass of ****, though I could not be at ease. To their credit though, the Coopers did attempt to waylay my anxiety by way of returning to some semblance of formality by referring to me as Mr. McKay and the disuse of informal language.

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