Your Worship
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This is just a scrap to tide you over...working on something really tear-jerking.
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Piggy began her third assault on the crib, this time with a hammer and nails that, according to the packaging, were not supposed to be necessary. She was trying to keep the banging and yelling to a minimum, mostly not to break the strange hush that had settled over the house since she and Kermit had had their little…disagreement.The house was so silent most of the time that Piggy was beginning to believe she only imagined she was living with a frog and a small decade-challenged robot. Kermit moved through the place like a small green ghost. When she did see him, he seemed to have trouble meeting her eyes. She wasn’t sure if he just needed time to come to terms with her decision or if he was still convinced that she was somehow going to use the baby to trap him into marrying her.
Again.
She sighed. Maybe she had been a little harsh with him; it had been dumped on him a pretty unexpectedly and Kermit really didn’t do well with the unexpected. At his last surprise party he’d had to go off into a quiet corner somewhere for at least ten minutes before he’d been able to enjoy himself at all. And he might—might, have some justification for his assumptions…maybe. Still, she’d thought Kermit might have noticed that she’d grown a bit, learned something, matured—or at least that she’d stopped hurling telephones at his head when he didn’t notice her new haircuts. To think that he still saw her as the same old Piggy was disappointing.
Not that it really mattered; she hadn’t come back into town for him anyway. She barely even thought about him. Why, even if he never spoke to her again, she probably wouldn’t even notice.
“Piggy?” came a quiet voice behind her as someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“AHH!” she cried, jumping a mile. She brushed her hair back from her face, trying desperately to give the impression that suddenly screaming was just something that stylish people did. “Ah, hah, hah…Kermit, um…what are you doing here?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Um…I live here,” he reminded her.
“Oh. Right,” She said. “What can Moi do for you?”
He hung his head. “I just…well…um…I just wanted to apologize. I guess I’ve been kind of a jerk, thinking this was all about me, when really it was all about you. I was just afraid, I guess; but it wasn’t okay for me to take that out on you. So…I’m sorry, Piggy. Will you…forgive me?”
His little pollywog eye glinted up at her wetly, making her knees go a little weak. Even if she had still been angry with him, she probably wouldn’t have been able to stand strong in the face of that adorable expression of contrition…not until she’d built her immunity back up, of course.
“Piggy?” Kermit asked.
She continued to stare down at him, enraptured. What was the question? Oh! She cleared her throat abruptly, her voice going up an octave as her spine straightened. “Ahem, yes, of course. It was just a little misunderstanding. Nothing important.”
“Oh…so we’re…okay?” he asked anxiously.
She blinked. “Of course.”
“All right,” Kermit said. There was an awkward pause. “I guess I should get back to work then,” he said hesitantly.
“Oh, yes—I know how busy you are,” she said, trying to ignore the niggling feeling of disappointment.
“Unless…you needed some help here?” he asked trying not to look too hopeful.
Piggy smiled.
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