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Guest
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"Well, she will be staying with me. She doesn't mind offering her room to guests, especially a new friend," Anselmo smiled as he exited the kitchen once the food was in the boiling water. "Grab your things and follow me."
Usar nodded and carried the chests to follow Anselmo. He looked behind him to check if El was following him, but instead all he saw was Pombo's nose rubbing against the back of his pants. Anselmo led them to the second floor that only held two rooms, his daughter's room on one side of the dark hall, and on the other a modest bathroom. These walls were stacked with bookshelves as well with a single glass chandelier hanging in the center.
He opened the bedroom slowly to reveal a room filled with treasures from around the room. The room was of different shades of reds and pinks thanks to different textures of wallpaper that hid the stone interior of the home. Shelves and dressers held the different trinkets that Anselmo collected for his daughter from his travels, all well taken cared of and free of dust. Most noticeable was a collection of dolls that sat on a tall, dark wood shelf. Most were female dolls in pretty dresses, all with long hair and glass eyes. But, scattered around were some male dolls in either a jumper outfit or an one piece.
But, the best doll of them all, rested peacefully on the centerpiece of the room, a canopy bed made from the reddest of woods. A sheer, golden clothe draped delicately from the canopy, parted slightly for those to see the middle of the bed. The bed had a plush, royal purple comforter, free of wrinkles that comforted the doll along with the dozens of assorted sized pillows that rested against the headboard.
The doll looked nearly lifelike. It was as large as an average four year old girl with porcelain skin that was glazed to be the exact coloring of Anselmo. She had long, jet black hair with side bangs that showed off a pair of green, emeralds eyes. Lips were pink and plump, fixed in a smile, with her cheeks rosy.
"Alma, we have guests," Anselmo smiled as he walked into the room with Usar following closely behind. "And a new friend. I hope you like her. I know you've been lonely for a while."
He gentle cradled the doll in her arms, staring lovingly into her eyes. He waited for El to enter the room before walking over to her.
"Little one, this is my daughter, Alma," he introduced her with a hint of sadness. "You may hold her if you want, but please be very careful if you do."
Usar stopped himself from dropping the chests. Instead, he placed them carefully on the ground.
"Her hair smells like yours," Usar pointed out to Anselmo. He shooed Pombo away and out the door.
Anselmo's lips quivered at Usar's words, but recovered with a soft smile. His thumb brushed along the doll's side as if calming her down.
"Yes, well," Anselmo began. "I'm not too surprised by that. Everything about her resembles me nearly perfectly. Please, get settled and then come downstairs for breakfast. After, we can figure out what exactly is going on with all the Arkoshs, specifically yours and mine."
Anselmo set the doll into a chair if El was a bit too uncomfortable with holding her. He heard the boiling water begin to bubble over, making him hurry back into the kitchen to finish preparing. For breakfast was a simple, traditional Cosa Mesa breakfast, boiled ox sausage, a bowl of oatmeal with a sprinkle of cane sugar, and cup of blended vegetable juice. He set the breakfast down at the breakfast nook in his kitchen, a table wedged into a small corner with benches carved directly from the house that overlooked one of the few windows in the house.
Usar nodded and carried the chests to follow Anselmo. He looked behind him to check if El was following him, but instead all he saw was Pombo's nose rubbing against the back of his pants. Anselmo led them to the second floor that only held two rooms, his daughter's room on one side of the dark hall, and on the other a modest bathroom. These walls were stacked with bookshelves as well with a single glass chandelier hanging in the center.
He opened the bedroom slowly to reveal a room filled with treasures from around the room. The room was of different shades of reds and pinks thanks to different textures of wallpaper that hid the stone interior of the home. Shelves and dressers held the different trinkets that Anselmo collected for his daughter from his travels, all well taken cared of and free of dust. Most noticeable was a collection of dolls that sat on a tall, dark wood shelf. Most were female dolls in pretty dresses, all with long hair and glass eyes. But, scattered around were some male dolls in either a jumper outfit or an one piece.
But, the best doll of them all, rested peacefully on the centerpiece of the room, a canopy bed made from the reddest of woods. A sheer, golden clothe draped delicately from the canopy, parted slightly for those to see the middle of the bed. The bed had a plush, royal purple comforter, free of wrinkles that comforted the doll along with the dozens of assorted sized pillows that rested against the headboard.
The doll looked nearly lifelike. It was as large as an average four year old girl with porcelain skin that was glazed to be the exact coloring of Anselmo. She had long, jet black hair with side bangs that showed off a pair of green, emeralds eyes. Lips were pink and plump, fixed in a smile, with her cheeks rosy.
"Alma, we have guests," Anselmo smiled as he walked into the room with Usar following closely behind. "And a new friend. I hope you like her. I know you've been lonely for a while."
He gentle cradled the doll in her arms, staring lovingly into her eyes. He waited for El to enter the room before walking over to her.
"Little one, this is my daughter, Alma," he introduced her with a hint of sadness. "You may hold her if you want, but please be very careful if you do."
Usar stopped himself from dropping the chests. Instead, he placed them carefully on the ground.
"Her hair smells like yours," Usar pointed out to Anselmo. He shooed Pombo away and out the door.
Anselmo's lips quivered at Usar's words, but recovered with a soft smile. His thumb brushed along the doll's side as if calming her down.
"Yes, well," Anselmo began. "I'm not too surprised by that. Everything about her resembles me nearly perfectly. Please, get settled and then come downstairs for breakfast. After, we can figure out what exactly is going on with all the Arkoshs, specifically yours and mine."
Anselmo set the doll into a chair if El was a bit too uncomfortable with holding her. He heard the boiling water begin to bubble over, making him hurry back into the kitchen to finish preparing. For breakfast was a simple, traditional Cosa Mesa breakfast, boiled ox sausage, a bowl of oatmeal with a sprinkle of cane sugar, and cup of blended vegetable juice. He set the breakfast down at the breakfast nook in his kitchen, a table wedged into a small corner with benches carved directly from the house that overlooked one of the few windows in the house.