My Brother, Cupid Part 9

A few minutes later I arrived at a large house looming over a large threatening yard. It was quite frighting house. I ring the doorbell which sounds like a short song you'd hear in a horror movie.
He finally arrives, he opens the door and glares at me. "May I help you?" he asks.
"Hey, Dewey," I say. "I'm a little annoyed with Chase, can I stay here for a few days?"
"Of course," he says. He opens the door more so I can get in. Then he turns to yell down the stairs. "Victoria! I don't hear anything!" That's when I hear a few simplistic notes on his piano.
"Thanks," I say.
"Don't be a nuisance," he says, leaving to go downstairs.
Absent minded I follow him. He sits behind a small girl playing the piano who looks terrified out of her wits. She quickly finishes the song she's playing jumping every time she makes a mistake. She can't be older then eight, her hair is put up in a pony tail with a small flower on top of it, and she wears a yellow dress. She looks very out of place in this haunted house.
"Very good, Veronica. I think I'm going to have you practice that one a little bit more this week," he says making a few marks in a folder.
I turn to Victoria. I lean in and say, "I'm Todd." I hold out my hand for her to shake.
She jumps and screams. She wasn't expecting me to talk to her. Dewey laughs a little. "Sorry, I'm Veronica. Do you have a piano lesson after me?" she asks still catching her breath.
"No, Dewey's a family friend of ours. I'm going to stay here for a few days," I say.
Her eyes grow wide as she looks around. I can tell that she's thinking how awful it would be to stay in this house for more then an hour, which is probably the length of her piano lesson. "I'm so sorry," she says.
"I'm not," I say. "Want to know a secret?"
She nods leaning in.
"Dewey's not really as scary as you think he is," I whisper loud enough that he can hear me.
"Darn it, Todd, you've ruined my image," he says laughing. "Didn't I say not to be nuisance?"
"Sorry," I say also laughing.
Then the doorbell rings again. Dewey gets up to go it. A few minutes pass and he yells, "Victoria, your mother is here."
She grabs her stuff and practically trips herself trying to get out of the house.
Dewey joins me once again. "You're not really mad, are you?" I ask.
"Of course not, the way I loose most of my customers is because they're terrified of me. Sometimes, I just can't help myself though," he says.

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