I blushed deeply and looked around seeing that only John and I had been involved with the conversation at this point. I don't know why, I just trusted John with all my soul, heart and mind for some reason. I glanced over my shoulder to see Eleanor and Henry snuggling with each other on the couch with their heads rested upon each other before I quietly talked, "I think Ben is quite cute truly."
John raised his eyebrow and teased playfully, "So you're saying that when it's about the time in the autumn and the corn from the fields is being husked; you're just wishing and hoping that he comes and stays by you?"
"What?!" I asked John in complete confusion with my jaw wide open.
John sighed and answered, "Just a way people used to get together way back then I suppose."
"Well yes of course! There's no better way."
"I'm pretty sure I can think of more than ten better ways to meet a boy right off the bat."
"You ever try it?" He asked with his eyes laying on mine.
I hesitated. "Well no but..."
"Then how can you say that?" John interrupted.
I sat back withdrawn. I didn't know what to say but then forced out seeing he wanted to hear something, "I guess I see your point; though, I'd rather not do something along those lines anyway." I then began to beg sarcastically, "But let's say for a moment that I actually did have some feelings for Ben, what would I say?"
Just as John was about to open his mouth, Eleanor and Henry came walking into the dining table where we were talking and placed a large plate of venison in front of us accompanied with baked potatoes and some noodles. The food was steaming with a fresh smell that made my stomach rumble.
"I know venison is your favorite," Eleanor said with a smile looking towards John. After passing out all the cutlery around the table, all four sat down and bowed their heads to listen to Henry bless their meal.
Finishing my meal quickly, I walked out still hearing the words that were being said at the table. It all seemed rather boring and nonsense to me, so I walked over wandering around the second floor of the inn. The noise below me was now thoroughly muffled and only occasionally I heard all three of them break out in laughter and chortling.
I glanced over through the empty rooms then walked into one. I sat on the bed and looked over into the tiny drawers that were there as a complement to the inn for any weary travelers. I found a small needle with a thimble and some thread, also complements of the inn, and then dug deeper into the draw to find a small triangular shaped game with pegs. It was Peg Solitaire; I remember playing one of these at an old diner! But when?
I only knew how to play, not where I first played or where I learned. Taking it downstairs to the living room on the sofa, I placed the fourteen pegs in the holes and attempted to win. Goodness, it was so hard! What kind of sick minded individual would even distribute this game?! He or she probably only made up the game to mock people the second they lost. Oh, the thought of all the other games that had been made crossed my mind.
I tried several times trying to win. Suddenly, I felt I was onto something; I jumped over pegs left and right, but when I finished... two pegs remained on opposite sides of the triangle. I squinted my eyes in disgust toward the game and placed it back on the coffee table in front of me. Just as I had thought: sick minded individuals must draw pleasure from seeing people fail this game.
I took the pegs and wooden triangle out to the dinner table and then taunted John to take part in the game. He then replied, "Oh it has been years since I even tried one of these. Though, okay. I will try to say the least."
John took the pegs and placed them into the board almost as if he was thinking nothing through. In the same manner, he jumped over the pegs without any thought to it and then after his last jump, only one peg was left. He won; I couldn't believe it. Just as quickly as he put the pegs in, he won in the same time; it was utterly sickening just watching him. He then added, "Well I suppose over the years I did keep one thing with me at least."
I looked at him appalled, and Henry and Eleanor just chuckled to themselves at my blank countenance. Suddenly, we all heard a knock on the door. Eleanor rose from her seat and then said still smiling from my expression, "I am sure that is Raguel and Ben coming back."