The Dinner
Princess was more upset than what she ever had been before when she talked with the voice in the other end of the phone lines. "Do I really have to repeat for you that my friend Lasse is perhaps dying..."
"He came home after been out shopping some groceries completely bleeding and completely destroyed clothes..."
"Yes, when I helped him to bed he mumbled something about being attacked by a dog..."
When the voice in the phone then once again asked her to repeat the story she gave up and ended the call for medical help with the two most frequent used words most of us say when we are angry on someone. Looking on her friend that was laying in her TV-sofa more or less unconscious with outer clothes and shoes that probably had been stamping around on places she did not want think about was far from amusing.
However, as she could see Lasse's chest where moving up and down, like if he was sleeping, at the same time he gave out a very silent whistling sound, like if he was snoring, she finally calmed down. Maybe his injuries looked worse than what they actually were? After she had cleaned Lasse as well as the situation permitted and placed a warm blanket over him she decided to leave him alone. Since his said snoring sound now had increased in volume pretty much she was now more or less certain that he would recover himself completely if she just let him sleep as long as needed...
The last Princess remembered before she woke up was how the walls of her house were shaken because of the extremely snoring sound her friend (soon X-friend Princess muttered) gave out before she took protection in the basement for getting any sleep at all that night.
With other words comletely reverse to the silence she now woke up to. If it not had been for the growing smell of food the morning could hardly have been better. Food... Princess jumped up surprised. Lasse could hardly make tea to himself without problems and as far she knew she was living alone...
The scene in the kitchen was indescribable. Food for a regiment was on the table. Eggs, pancakes, bread, fishes, meatball and even the Sunday steak among of other things Princess saw before she noticed her friend, wearing her sun glasses, sitting eating like a wolf. "Hi Doll! Sorry but I took the last of your food..."
"I was hungry..."
Princess was so astonished to watch her friend eating all the food completely by himself so she just sat down on the other side of the table just starring on him without saying a word. With a gigantic burp Lasse one hour later then completed his meal. Stretching himself he then left the table and Princess with no other excuse than the phrase: "Have no time for chat, must get more food, smell you later..."
Lasse did not return back to Princess' place before late in the night. Muttering something about the lamps that he thought were to strong he then almost immediately went to bed refusing to answering any of the question Princess was giving him...
After three days with a similar scenario each day Princess was more or less furious. What was wrong? Why was her friend always wearing sunglasses? The day before she had tried to caught him in the shower for requesting him to leave but to see him there completely naked except for, of course, the sun glasses had been too much.
The only more thing she recalled from that encounter was that his body looked extremely athletic with no traces of wounds at all.
At 3.45 am, the following morning, Princess felt herself strong enough to find a solution to all these weird questions that now puzzled her. Silently she sneaked into the guest room there Lasse where laying on the bed sleeping. As he not even had bothered to remove the glasses from his nose when he was sleeping Princess decided to do so for him. She grabs the glasses and lifts them carefully up... Suddenly Lasse begin to smile and she looks directly into some big yellow monster eyes...
Two weeks later Princess invites some of her former classmates on a Sunday dinner. Her dinner becomes a real success even if her friends got not sure if they understood their hostess' joke when she say that the steak they had was of pure werewolf meat...
