Getting the number of his company was one thing. Calling up and pretending to be someone else with a complaint was another.
"Oh, hello. I'd like to speak to the manager please? Thank you." I glanced at Violet, who was watching and listening to me very, very carefully.
"Oh, is this the manager? Hi, um-This is about one of your employees? Harvey? Harvey Quinn? Yes, I would like him to-my name? My name is Violetta Hues, of the Re-Kindled Spark company, an experimental company, and I would like Harvey Quinn to stop delivering books to our company, as my employer is-well, quite against him, and I don't want anything to happening. Thank you. Also, please could you give me his address, so I can apologise? Thanks. Bye, bye..."
Blowing out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding, I looked at Violet, and we both started to laugh-but the noise was appropriately apprehensive at what I had done.
I was at Violet's house, as I had thrown up the gooey stuff and was allowed off for a couple of weeks until the next experiment, so I usually stayed over at Violet's. Flopping down onto one of the red armchairs, I chucked the phone at Violet and looked at the address scribbled on my hand.
"You'd better write that down on a piece of paper before the ink rubs off of your sweaty hand, Gwen..." Violet grinned at me, and I chucked the pillow I was sitting on at her.
"I'll have you know, my hand are not sweaty, thank you! And anyway, I was thinking of going today-it's not that far, you know?" Violet's smile gave way to a look of incredulity.
"What? No! You can't just turn up to someone's house uninvited, unannounced and on such short notice!"
"Please, Violet! It'd only to say sorry for what happened, and thanks for the books! Please? Pretty please?"
One hour later, we were pulling up outside 13, Wall house Way, and Violet looked utterly torn between her not wanting to be here, but also wanting to help at the same time. Climbing out of the car, I said "Thanks again Violet. I'll make it up to you sometime. I promise."
Walking up to the front door, I was starting to think about what I was doing. My steps began to falter. "You're not seriously going to back out now, are you?" Violet's voice made me jump, but I quickly regained my composure.
"No. What makes you think that?" I asked quickly-maybe a little too quickly. Violet definitely noticed it, and just raised an eyebrow as a response. Breathing in, I pushed my index finger against the doorbell. The door opened a few moments later to the smell of cooking, and a kind enough looking women-I assumed her to be Harvey's mother.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" The women looked pointedly at Violet, then her gaze flitted across to me.
"We're from the Re-Kindled Spark company-I'm Violet Boulton, and this is Gwen Noble. We would like to speak to Harley?" Violet gave me a sideways glance, and squeezed my hand when the possible Ms Quinn turned around and started to close the door.
I lunged for the door, and jammed my foot in the gap to stop it closing fully. "No! I mean...I've come to thank Harvey," I gave Violet a meaningful look, "For delivering all of my books?"
She eye balled me, then opened the door fully and welcomed us in.