Agon came home with an open tent, the kind a small revival could be held in, as protection for his statues. He went about his business assembling carefully positioning branches for protection of the fabric but this time in silence. The only reason he glanced at them was to determine the angle of the drape and height. As he’d done before he stepped back and spoke almost absent-mindedly, “I wanted it intimate like silk over a boudoir bed as it keeps the sun off you. Comfortable?” With a glazed expression he looked in their direction for a moment then left again. Natalie got a chill and her stomach turned at the ominousness of his words. “Boudoir bed? Isn’t that the same thing? Boudoir. Oh man. But there’s just no emotion when he speaks. What could happen to us? What is going to happen to us? Geezus!” Natalie saw Astrid’s arm was lower than before. Her heart throbbing calmed. “He didn’t notice. Thank-you. He didn’t notice.” The weather had been predicted as sunny, upper 70s. “The sun can still be our friend. If I could move…”
“Well, I guess that makes us fully poseable!” As he loaded both of them she thought of how she’d watched him at work, wanted to let him know how she wanted him, just wanted to make something happen between them… indefinitely. Now there was nothing appealing about him, to say the least.
She turned her attention to options; what kind of help was out there that might come to her rescue, which would lead to Astrid’s too. There were no parents anymore to be concerned about her but friends from work, or work itself; would anyone realize she’s missing? How long? She began rethinking almost regretting her preference for working independently. “If I get out of this I’m hiring a secretary! What am I saying… when I get out of this. Maybe a small intimate business team.” She remembered how she used to fantasize Agon being her man Friday as opposed to a gal Friday. Not any more.
Agon moved Astrid and Natalie into a garden in his yard. He had fabric on the ground near two pedestals that he draped around them. He stepped back admiring his two goddesses, two figures from mythology adding ambience to his surroundings. “It’s a beautiful day. Enjoy each other’s company. I’ll be back later.” He turned and left.
“What does he care!” Natalie’s mind raced as she looked around figuring a way to escape. “If I could only move.” She looked at Astrid startled. Her arm had lowered. “The sun!”
The little toad hadn’t gotten far but nestled itself in the base of a tree just outside her patio. He sat there staring ahead trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened then glancing down noticed his skin had become the same shade as the tree. “Compassion or a side effect? Would she change me back? How do you ask about that when all you can do is croak? Why did I break-in in the first place? Do frogs sleep? Is that what I am?” The sound he let out was weak as the sunset settled into darkness like a blanket over his world. His eyes closed.
The morning was peaceful and comfortably cool. She stepped onto the patio coffee in hand to drink in the silence raising the cup just enough to inhale freshly ground steamy goodness. The aroma snaked around him and stirred him. Startled he opened his eyes not in bed but on the ground, saw her standing and was overcome by thoughts of a large mug full along with a bacon, egg and cheese on ciabatta. “I’m hungry.” His tongue shot out snatching a roly-poly from under a leaf. Down his gullet it went. “That was gross… satisfying… will I always be a frog that thinks… and can smell?” And on that note he recalled reading somewhere the roly-poly was not an insect but an animal and wondered if it qualified as meat or wasn’t it a crustacean, then seafood? Helplessness, the hopelessness of his situation, his limitations all overwhelmed him. A fly with a man’s head caught in a spider web flashed in his mind causing a shudder severe enough he jumped from hiding into the open. She looked down.
He woke on his back stark naked by the tree next to her patio. He sprung up in a sitting position wildly looking around. Next to him was a bath towel. If the police found him he could come up a reason or two as to why he was wearing only a towel running down the sidewalk, maybe humorous enough the police’d help him get home.
As he sprung from behind the tree toward pavement he heard her sliding glass doors click shut.