“In the beginning, I opened my eyes, much as your little fleshy, grub-like children do.”
“That’s kind of combative to start with, isn’t it? Plus, you’re likening yourself to a baby?”
She almost felt the glare that was being leveled at her back, but strangely it made her grin instead of shudder.
“You know exactly what I meant.”
“No, not really. Remember I have a human intellect, it’s obviously far below your own, so you’re going to have to speak in words that I understand. But maybe don’t sound so agitated when you start out. Just a suggestion.”
“Mocking me isn’t wise.”
“That’s why I’m not doing it,” Chandice said before taking a drink. Once she’d swallowed she continued, drumming the fingers of her right hand on the desktop, “I’m asking you to speak in a way I can understand. If you need me to write this part of your story then I need to be able to understand what you’re trying to say. Otherwise it’ll come out wrong and you’ll have to find someone-“
“Enough,” the voice said, obviously perturbed, “I understand. I have to lower my intellect to the same level as yours.”
“Well, if you want to be mean about it, yes.”
“Very well,” the voice said with a sigh, “How should I begin?”
“Are you talking about lowering your intellect or starting the story?”
“Oh, this is going to take a while.”
Chandice couldn’t help but smile.
(to be concluded)