Last week Abelle and Emily were dashing off to get the clock fixed. Emily, meanwhile, was wondering just what was going to happen!
The drive to Berlin’s didn’t take long but then it was a small town! We hadn’t been driving long when, to my surprise, we turned onto long, empty road that I recognized! We passed a line of familiar trees, which reminded me that Ami had not only chased me up one of those trees but had also broken my clock!
“Abelle?” I wondered abruptly. “Is Ami just allowed to wander all over?
“She was in our kitchen today.”
“She was!” Abelle laughed, her green eyes sparkled with humor. “I bet that was a surprise.”
“You have no idea.”
Abelle grinned and I remembered that she didn’t know Ami had helped me break the clock. “Sorry if she scared anyone. She really just over friendly.”
“oh?” I wondered. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Yep. She’s really just a big, lovable, kitty cat.”
“Right.” Somehow Abelle missed the sarcasm in my voice, maybe because we’d just arrived.
She pulled in the drive of big, white house. A beautiful, covered porch wrapped around the front of the house. Bushes, flowers, and other well manicured plants laced their way along the deck. Green grass lushly filled in the yard and a ornate, stone pathway led from the porch to the driveway.
The driveway curved in a circle around a grassy area and came back to connect to itself. A large, two car garage sprawled out beside the house. There was a cement area with a basket ball hoop between the garage and the house. And I glimpsed something that looked like a patio out behind the house. But it was hidden from view by a a little, screen covered porch that perched beside the cement area.
Abelle turned off the car. “Here we are!” She chirped, hopping out.
“Abelle!” I exclaimed, trying to forget attire. Why had I chosen to wear my most bedraggled clothes that morning? “Wait!” I jumped out after her wondering where we were.
Just then the door opened and out came Berlin. Or I assumed it was him. He was a tall teenager with sandy, blonde hair and green eyes. He grinned in greeting when he saw us.
“Hey Cadell.” Abelle greeted. “Is Berlin here?”
“Yup.” He nodded. “He’s in the garage.”
“Good, thanks!” She turned to the garage and I opened the car door and began collecting the clock, just as the house door opened again.
“Cadell!” A voice declared. “I am going to win this time! There is NO way your beating me in basketball twice . . . ” the voice cut of it’s sentence just as I turned around.
“Davyn!” I proclaimed and then grinned. He was wearing jeans with holes in them and a rather old looking shirt, at least someone else was dressed as badly as I was.
“Hey Emily, Abelle.” He greeted. “You’re just in time to watch me whip Cadell here basketball!”
“Whatever!” Cadell announced. “Little brother, I will always be able to beat you!”
“Not!” Davyn assured him.
I laughed, liking them both already. Neither one seemed to mind that we had just randomly appeared and they didn’t even notice that I was dressed in the latest style of miss-matched clothing.
Abelle ignored their argument over basketball and led me into the garage. She opened the door to the smell of wood, sports supplies, and vehicles. Beside the door a nice, new suburban was parked. Coats, hats, and a large arrangement of items hung on the wall. Beyond the suburban was an empty spot and there stood Berlin.
He had dark, brown hair like Davyn and green eyes like Cadell. He looked older than the other two and I thought he was probably twenty or so.
“There you are!” Abelle stated. “Do you have a minute?” She headed around the car and I followed while I trying to heave the heavy, clock-in-the-box over the hood.
“Well, it depends.” He told us. “What do you need?”
“Carpentry work.” Abelle informed him.
“Ahh.” He grinned. “My specialty!”
By then we’d passed the car and I realized Berlin was dressed similar to Davyn. His clothes looked like he’d been working or doing something that required getting pretty dirty.
“It just so happens,” He stated as he held up a handful of mechanical tools. “that I am taking a break from working on our car. So yes, I can help you!”
“Great.” Abelle proclaimed. “We need you to fix a clock!”
“A clock?! But that’s not carpentry.”
“This is.” I noted. “It’s wooden and broken in half.”
“Oh.” He looked concerned. “Well let’s look at. Come on we can take it to the work shop.” He then proceeded to take us back by the car. And so I struggled and heaved the clock back through the tiny space between the shining hood and ominously near wall.
“Wheee.” I breathed at last. “I didn’t scratch it.”
We trotted out of the garage and innocently into an intense basketball game. Davyn had the ball and was bouncing it furiously as Cadell guarded him relentlessly. Berlin proceeded to march right through them as they practically ignored us while dashing around us. We headed across the front yard, around the corner house, which was guarded by two trees, and came to a small shed that sat on the beside the house.
The shed’s doors were open and right in front of it sat a shiny, red corvette.
“Look.” Berlin pronounced to Abelle. “We just got it painted!”
“Oh! that’s awesome!” She cheered.
“That is.” I nodded as I made a wide skirt around it in order not to hurt it in way.
“Yep.” Berlin sounded and looked quite pleased. “It took us awhile but now we’re all convinced it’s perfect! Today Davyn and I have been working on it.” He turned to me and explained. “Since Davyn is old enough to drive; he, Auner, Cadell, and I pitched in and bought this a few months ago and we’ve been fixing it up.”
“It’s awesome.” I answered, thinking how much Remington would like it.
By then we were in the shed and Berlin had set the tools down on a table. He led us over to a smaller, work table.
“So what’s wrong with this clock?” He questioned.
“Here.” I plopped the box on the table, opened it, and pulled out the poor clock.
“Oh my.” He starred at it. “Well it’s . . . ” He looked at the split, wooden item with it’s twisted hands lying sadly upon it. “It’s not that bad. All I need to do is remove this broken board. Then I’ll just put the numbers closer together and put the hands and battery back in.” He set to work gently taking the clock apart.
“Well that’s good.” I exhaled, thankful it wasn’t too bad. “Thanks.”
“Yes.” He nodded as he concentrated on his work.
We spent the next twenty minutes watching Davyn and Cadell battle in a hardcore basketball game until Cadell finally won by getting 20 points first. Davyn had 19! I had to admit they were pretty good. When the game was over we went to check on the clock’s progress. It was almost finished! I breathed a wonderful sigh of relief when I saw it. It was just a bit smaller but looked as perfect as ever!
“There,” Berlin announced, holding it up when he’d finished. It was ticking steadily. “it’s good as new.”
“Oh thank goodness!” I sighed. “It’s perfect!”
Berlin smiled as Davyn noted,
“You do carpentry work almost as well as I play basketball.”
“You mean as well as I do.” Cadell insisted. “I won.”
Berlin ignored them both as he tucked the clock back in it’s box. “There you go.”
“Thanks.” Abelle told him as I tentatively picked up the box and held it tight, not wanting to break the clock again.
It’s fixed! I thought. Now all we need to do is hurry back and hang it up! Then all well be . . .
Suddenly a bright, yellow blur appeared from around the corner of the house. It made a sound that could have been a sound of joy and headed straight at me. It lept up and rammed right into me. I staggered backwards, surprised, as two paws landed on my shoulders. I lost my grip on the box and it sailed to the ground. The lid flew open and out came the clock, rolling at a speed I didn’t know was possible!
The clock didn’t break, thanks to Berlin’s hard work, instead it did something much worse. With unceasing gumption it zoomed straight towards the bright, red, sports car. It landed with a crack against the car and fell with a dull thud to the ground, as we all starred in horror. The clock had slammed right into the car and left a terrible scratch! The long strip was devoid of paint and stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Oh no.” I gasped as I looked at Ami, who was purring, delighted to see me. “What have I done now!?”
Once again the story will be continued . . .