Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune
is not to say anything at all.”“Bullshit,” Alan muttered. He crossed his arms and glared at Hugo. “Didhe screw up or something? He’s got guilt written all over him. What’d hedo?”“If he wants to tell you, he will. Leave it alone.”And wonder of all wonders, Alan seemed to listen in his own way. Hethrew up his hands before stalking to the opposite side of the room toward atable where a small group of women sat.Wallace sighed in relief as he looked back at Mei.She nodded at him before rolling her eyes.“Right,” he said. “Kids these days.”She coughed into her hand, but he could see the curve of her smile.And that should have been it. That should’ve been the end of it.Nancy sitting there, not speaking. Hugo waiting, never pushing. The teacupin front of her, unacknowledged. After an hour (or maybe two), she’d stand,chair scraping against the floor, Hugo telling her he’d be there, always,whenever she was ready.And then she’d leave. Perhaps she’d come back tomorrow and the nextday and the next day, or perhaps she’d be missing for a day or two.Nancy sat in her chair. Hugo sat across from her. After an hour, she stood.Hugo said, “I’ll be here. Always. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”She moved toward the door.The end.Except Alan shouted, “Nancy!”The light bulbs in the sconces flared. Nancy stopped, her hand on thedoorknob.“Nancy!” Alan shouted again, stunning Wallace into immobility.Nancy turned toward the sound of his voice as she frowned.Alan jumped up and down in the center of the tea shop, waving his warmswildly, screaming her name over and over again. The tables on either side ofhim shifted as if someone had bumped into them, sloshing tea and knockingmuffins over.“What the hell?” a man asked, staring down at the table. “Did you feelthat?”“Yeah,” his companion, a young woman with pink bubblegum lip gloss,said. “It shook, right? Almost like—”
The tables jumped again as Alan took a step toward Nancy.Nancy, whose grip tightened on the doorknob until her knuckles turnedwhite. “Who’s there?” she asked, voice carrying, causing everyone to turnand look at her.“Yeah,” Alan panted. “Yes. I’m here. Oh my god, I’m here. Listen to me,you need to—”Wallace didn’t think.One moment, he was a tea plant, unmoving. The next, he stood in front ofAlan again, hand over his mouth, teeth scraping against his palm. “Stop it,”he hissed.Alan struggled against him, trying to shove him away. But Wallace wasbigger than he was, and though he was rail thin, he held firm. Alan’s eyesblazed in fury above Wallace’s hand.“Are you okay, sweetheart?” a woman asked Nancy, turning in her chair tolook up at her.Nancy didn’t so much as glance at her. She continued to stare in Wallaceand Alan’s direction, but if she saw them, she didn’t react. She opened hermouth as if to speak again, but shook her head before walking through thedoor, slamming it behind her.Alan screamed into the hand covering his mouth before shoving Wallaceas hard as he could. Wallace stumbled back, hitting a chair behind him. Theman sitting in the chair looked around wildly as the legs scraped along thefloor.“She heard me,” Alan snarled. “She heard me. She can—” He neverfinished. He hurried toward the door.Hugo said, “If you walk out that door, you’ll lose yourself. And I don’tknow how to bring you back.”Alan stopped, chest heaving.Silence filled the nooks and crannies of Charon’s Crossing. Everyoneturned slowly to look at Hugo. Nelson groaned, face in his hands as Apollogrowled at Alan.“Right!” Mei said brightly. “Because if you haven’t finished your cup oftea before you leave, you’ll spend the rest of your day fretting over whatyou’ve lost. And we don’t know how to bring it back, because reheated tea isthe worst. Isn’t that right, Hugo?”Hugo didn’t respond. He stared at Alan, unblinking.
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is not to say anything at all.”
“Bullshit,” Alan muttered. He crossed his arms and glared at Hugo. “Did
he screw up or something? He’s got guilt written all over him. What’d he
do?”
“If he wants to tell you, he will. Leave it alone.”
And wonder of all wonders, Alan seemed to listen in his own way. He
threw up his hands before stalking to the opposite side of the room toward a
table where a small group of women sat.
Wallace sighed in relief as he looked back at Mei.
She nodded at him before rolling her eyes.
“Right,” he said. “Kids these days.”
She coughed into her hand, but he could see the curve of her smile.
And that should have been it. That should’ve been the end of it.
Nancy sitting there, not speaking. Hugo waiting, never pushing. The teacup
in front of her, unacknowledged. After an hour (or maybe two), she’d stand,
chair scraping against the floor, Hugo telling her he’d be there, always,
whenever she was ready.
And then she’d leave. Perhaps she’d come back tomorrow and the next
day and the next day, or perhaps she’d be missing for a day or two.
Nancy sat in her chair. Hugo sat across from her. After an hour, she stood.
Hugo said, “I’ll be here. Always. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”
She moved toward the door.
The end.
Except Alan shouted, “Nancy!”
The light bulbs in the sconces flared. Nancy stopped, her hand on the
doorknob.
“Nancy!” Alan shouted again, stunning Wallace into immobility.
Nancy turned toward the sound of his voice as she frowned.
Alan jumped up and down in the center of the tea shop, waving his warms
wildly, screaming her name over and over again. The tables on either side of
him shifted as if someone had bumped into them, sloshing tea and knocking
muffins over.
“What the hell?” a man asked, staring down at the table. “Did you feel
that?”
“Yeah,” his companion, a young woman with pink bubblegum lip gloss,
said. “It shook, right? Almost like—”