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love. Though Arthur wondered
what it was that kept her from forming loving attachments to other people, he
knew that she couldn’t give enough of herself to him to ever let him know the
answer to that. And yet he still craved her. The possibility of danger on her
trip had pushed his desire to connect with her to this moment in the garden.
And he now knew what he had to do.
    “I’d
like to be friends, Liz,” he said cordially.
    She
stuck out her hand and vigorously shook his. For someone with such small hands,
he noted that she had quite a firm handshake on her.
    “I’d
like that,” she told him with more than an ounce of sincerity. She was always
honest. "I know a lot of people. I’ve collected acquaintances galore. But
I only have a few friends! Austin and I are travelling half the year if not
more. We’re always hiking or camping somewhere. And when we aren’t travelling,
we are making arrangements to travel. We don’t get much time for long, lasting
relationships.”
    Arthur
wanted to grab her right then and there. But, instead, he just took her hands
in his and gave them an encouraging squeeze. If she sensed the sexual tension
he was experiencing then she didn’t let on. She looked completely oblivious to
any possibility other than the possibility of them mutually deciding on a
friendship and both having instantly moved on from the notion of romance. She
took people at their word. Honesty was a quality she had been born with and she
expected this from others even when it is often better to be suspicious.
    Suddenly,
their quiet time was interrupted by a low, male voice singing karaoke.   It was a smooth, silky baritone that was
coming from inside the house. An old classic was slowly flowing from his lips.
He crooned, “Something happens and I’m head over heels/I never find out till
I’m head over heels/Something happens and I’m head over heels/ Ah, don’t take
my heart/Don’t break my heart/Don’t throw it away.”
    Elizabeth
listened with wide eyes that had suddenly lit up like fireworks. She leaned
towards the back door and perked up her ears. Arthur was surprised. He had
never seen her so interested in another person in his life. He also liked the
soothing, yet powerful, voice that emanated from the karaoke crooner, but it
wasn’t in the same way that Elizabeth obviously admired it. Arthur only
entertained it as a pleasant curiosity. He wondered about the singer. That
voice had a strange lilt that he had never heard before. The words seemed to
roll into each other. It added an even more melodious quality to the tune he
sang. And then the voice faded away as the song came to a close.
    “I
love that song,” Elizabeth sighed. “I wish I had been alive in the 80s. Austin
used to play Tears for Fears all the time when I was young. Great band. And he
has probably the best voice you've ever heard, period. I want to know how
someone as brutish as my brother could sing so beautifully.”
    Arthur
was confused, and not just about Austin's personality not matching his voice.
The usually cold Elizabeth was suddenly melting because of her brother's
singing voice.
    “I
guess this is proof that your feelings for your brother are warmer than you let
on,” he remarked.
    “It’s
not warmth for Austin,” she declared. “He just has an awesome voice. I’m into
his voice in the same way that I’m into camping. I love anything beautiful.
Nature is beautiful and so is his voice.”
    “You’re
such a girl,” he retorted.
    "How
was that girly? Guys love beautiful things too. Austin listens to nature cds
and collects paintings. He listens to the sounds of waterfalls while he
decorates the house. That’s more girly that I have ever been in my life. You
will never catch me decorating my home and coordinating color schemes all day.
Austin is the one with the woman’s touch.”
    “Elizabeth,
you always know exactly what you think on any given issue. But, I really
believe that you need to rethink this