The Accompanist Ch 3Chapter 3: A Renaissance FestivalMore Like This
“What are you doing here?”
“Why do you think I’m here, Marianne? I’m here to enjoy the festival. Aren’t you?”
“Well, I was-“
Bog scowled and deflated a little before answering.
“I’m glad I killed this day for you, too-“
“No, not that again!” said Marianne, stomping her foot in annoyance. “I was referring to my wings getting stuck. I spent hours trying to make these, and then to have them be ruined by a stray tree branch, right at the beginning of the day, is annoying.”
Bog could hear the sigh escape Marianne, which made him pause in his ready tirade for her. She really was upset about the wings. Perhaps he could mend after last time. He started out talking by looking at the ground.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, they still look great. It’s a small hole that most won’t notic