The story of Mary Clarke, Part 6
- You don´t recognize me, do you?
- Of course I do! You´re ... You´re ...
And suddenly it hit her, although she could still hardly believe it.
- You´re Peter Pratt!
She barely managed not to call him by his popular school nickname which naturally had been the oh so funny PeePee.
- Mary. It really is a surprise. What in the devils name are you doing here?
Mary looked around, as if she was wondering the same thing.
- Your father invited me, she said and tried to explain how they had met in the shop, how he had recognized her and finally asked her to tea. She only left out the bit about the bananas as it suddenly made her blush.
- Do you live here as well? she asked curiously.
- No, not here exactly. A couple of blocks down the street. Only I forgot my mobile phone. It should be here somewhere.
He began looking around in the obvious places but couldn´t find it. Mr Pratt seemed restless and finally pulled out his own phone and dialed a number.
- I´m calling you so you can locate your phone.
A second later, La Marseillaise began to blare in the flat.
- Dad! Have you been changing my ringtone again?
- That rap music you had on last time was uncivilized, Mr Pratt muttered.
Peter grunted something and walked closer to Mary who had decided to stay out of the whole treasure hunt.
- I´m sorry, he said.
- Oh, no worries, Mary answered.
- No, I mean, I´m sorry but I think you´re sitting on my phone.
Mary rushed up and sure enough, the music sounded even louder now that her comfortable frame didn´t dampen it. Peter rummaged around under the seat cushion of the armchair and finally managed to resurface his phone.
- Voilá! Mr Pratt shouted.
- Brilliant, Peter exclaimed as the final bars of the French national anthem came to an end.
- Oh wow, what a spread.
He had suddenly seen the cakes and sandwiches on the coffee table.
- I´m terribly hungry, he said and looked at his father. I wouldn´t mind eating something before my shift begins.
- Alright, alright. Sit down and have a bite. But at least take of your shoes, you´re getting mud all over the carpet. And put on some slippers!
Mary wanted to laugh when Peter, in full police uniform, shuffled his way back to the sofa with a pair of red, dotted slippers on his feet.
He really was kind of cute ...