Sylent Nyght by Amber Riel (best books to read for students .txt) 📕

“Ooo….” Evlyn smiled.  “He’s also been helping me to get my mind off of the murders as well. Has Calvin been helping you with keeping your mind off of the cases?”         

Leanna sighed.  “I wish. Calvin wishes he could work on the cases.  He reads mysteries and now he wants to be a detective to help solve the murders.  He even went out and bought a detective costume and kit. I know I’m marrying a man-child but hey I love him and that’s what matters right?”         

Evlyn laughed.  “Well, you said, ‘Yes.’ You could have said, ‘No.’”         

“And break Calvin’s heart, I don’t think so. Well, at least, I know that when we have kids, he’ll be good with them.”         

“Yea…. Just one problem.”         

“What?”         

“You’ll have to make sure that he doesn’t take their toys from them so he can have something to play with.”         

Leanna tried to suppress a laugh.  “You’re horrible.”         

“I know but you love me.”         

Leanna sighed, smiling.  “That’s true.”

Raymond watched out of the window.  He watched the two neighbors head toward the house and figure that it must not have been hard for Mrs. Willis to convince her husband to come over for dinner.  “Mr. and Mrs. Willis are on their way over here, hon.” He turned his attention toward Nyght, noticing the annoyed look on her face.  “Look I don’t care how annoying they are to you.... Don’t be rude.  They’re our guest. Okay, Nyght?”         

Nyght looked at Raymond and kind of shrugged.  She couldn’t have cared less.         

Then the annoying knocking began.         

“That’s them now.”  Raymond worked his way toward the door.  “Come on, honey.  Let’s welcome them in.”         

Nyght made her way over to her husband while he opened the door.         

“Hello,” Raymond greeted the neighbors with a warm welcoming smile, “Wanda, and you must be her husband….”         

“Steve,” Mr. Willis quickly replied.  He was kind of chunky in down in the stomach area.  His brown hair appeared to be falling out but he wasn’t bald or going bald.  He had to be somewhere in his late forties, early fifties.         

“Ah…. Steve…. I’m Raymond and this is my lovely wife, Nyght.”         

“She looks kind of young for ya, don’t you think?”         

“Steve,” Mrs. Willis whispered kind of mad and a little embarrassed by her husband’s judgmental words. 

“What?” Mr. Willis asked, also whispering.  “It’s obvious that there’s an age difference. Look at how young she is compared to him.”         

“Still you can’t just go....”         

Raymond and Nyght stared at the other couple, feeling the awkwardness enter the room.         

“Saying things like that to people. That is so rude.”  Mrs. Willis turned her attention toward Raymond and Nyght, smiling.  Her embarrassment hung in her eyes like stars in the night sky.  “I’m sorry about him.  He can be kind of blunt. Honestly, I wish he wasn’t.”         

Raymond kind of smiled while Nyght continued to stare at the other woman.         

“This is why I don’t really like bringing him anywhere.”         

Raymond glanced over at Nyght for a brief moment then back toward the two interesting neighbors.  “Ok-ay. Would you two like to come in now?”         

“Oh yes. Thank you.” Wanda walked into the house.  “Steve, be nice.”         

Steve followed behind.  “Women,” he told Raymond, “you can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. Maybe I should have married a girl way younger than me. You might have had the right idea.”         

Raymond kind of smiled while the other couple worked their way passed him and Nyght.  Nyght eyed her husband with anger, shaking her head.         

“Remember,” Raymond whispered to his wife, “honey, be nice. Not until I say.”         

“So, Raymond,” Steve began, “Wanda tells me that you’re a doctor.”         

“Yes, sir. I have….”         

“Can you look at my foot for me?  See I crushed it a few years ago.”         

“I’m….”         

Without hesitation, Wanda slapped her husband.  “I told you not to say anything. He doesn’t have to look at your foot.”         

“But he’s a doctor, honey.”         

“Yes but he’s new to town. Let him get use....”         

Nyght began growing annoyed by the bickering voices of the other couple.  They were nonstop and she wanted them to stop.  She wanted to harm them so bad but knew she couldn’t; not until her husband told her that it was time.         

“I don’t think he’ll mind. It’s his….”         

“I do. I think he minds. He just moved in and already….”         

“Do you mind if you look at my foot for me?”         

Raymond began to open his mouth but Mrs. Willis quickly cut him off.         

“No. He doesn’t need to look at your foot. You’ll be fine, Steve. He probably just wants to….”         

Anger continued to grow inside of Nyght while the Willis’s continued to go back and forth.         

Raymond grabbed Nyght’s hand, noticing her anger growing more and more.  “Relax,” He told her.  “Who’s hungry?” he asked the other couple, hoping for a better result.         

Nyght shot a dirty look at her husband.  She didn’t want to spend another minute with the Willis’s in her house.         

“Hey,” Raymond told her, “it keeps them from arguing.”         

“Yes.” Mrs. Willis replied.  “And again, I am so sorry about my husband.”

In the dining room, Raymond and Nyght sat on the side of the table which had their backs facing toward the kitchen while Steve and Wanda sat across from them on the opposite side of the table.  They had finished eating and just relaxed, letting their food digest.         

“Let me tell you,” Raymond spoke, laughing, “it feels like me and Nyght have been traveling since the Black Death.”         

Everyone, except for Nyght, laughed.  Her distaste for the new neighbors only grew stronger.  The woman was annoying and the man didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.         

“Oh man. So, Nyght,” Mr. Willis asked, “do you enjoy traveling with your husband?”         

“Oh, honey, she can’t talk,” Mrs. Willis whispered.         

“What do you mean she can’t talk?” Steve asked in disbelief.  “Of course she can talk.  Everyone can talk. Should everyone talk?  I think not.”         

“Honey, she’s a mute. She can’t speak at all.”         

“So you’re like a mime?”         

The question was offensive toward Nyght.  She wanted the man to shut up or for Raymond to go ahead and give her permission to slaughter him and his wife already but knew that neither was going to happen. 

“No. She was in a bad accident that damaged her voice box.” Raymond began to answer.         

“Wait…. She was in a bad accident that damaged her voice box and you’re a doctor but you can’t fix her voice box?”         

“Well it’s more complicated than....”         

“You can’t fix your wife’s voice box but you want to look at my foot to see what you can do about it?” 

Raymond kind of looked at Steve with confusion.  The man had put words into his mouth.         

Nyght, on the other hand, looked away while her anger became worse.         

“He never said anything about looking at your foot and I’m sure that he’s doing everything he can to fix her voice box,” Mrs. Willis concluded.  “Am I right?”         

Raymond nodded.  “Yes. It’s kind of hard to find the tools I need to fix Nyght’s voice box again. I mean I do miss her beautiful voice.”         

Nyght looked at Raymond and kind of smiled.  His words had made her day.  The anger had vanished.         

“Awe that’s so sweet. Now why can’t you say something that sweet to me?” Mrs. Willis asked her husband.         

“Because you still have your annoying, squeaking voice. When you lose your voice for a couple of years then I’ll say something.” Mr. Willis answered.         

Nyght and Raymond dropped their mouths.  They couldn’t believe how a man could just say that to his wife.         

Mrs. Willis eyed her husband for his cruel words.         

“Frankly, the day you lose your voice, I’ll be the happiest man around.”         

“You can’t just say that to me.”         

“Okay, can we talk about something else please?” Raymond asked.  He felt that a change of subject would have been the best way to go rather than to hear Steve continue about how he’d be happy to have a mute wife.         

“Yes please. Oh and sorry for the third time about Steve.”         

“So do you two have any kids?”         

A smile grew on Wanda’s face, almost like she had anticipated the question.  “Oh yes. A little boy actually. What about you two?”         

Nyght stood up and sadness worked its way into her eyes.  She left the room quickly with her inhuman heart breaking at the thought.         

Raymond sighed.  “No actually. I can’t reproduce. We’ve always wanted a little one though. We’ve thought about adoption, but in the end, it’s not the same so we just adopted Rocky.... Our little puppy. He’s close enough to a baby for us actually.”         

Steve and Wanda kind of nodded.  Mr. Willis looked at his watch, checking the time.  “Honey, it’s almost nine.  We better get going.”         

“Oh yes.” Mrs. Willis stood up and turned her attention toward Raymond.  “Thank you again for inviting us over. We should do this again some time.”         

Raymond nodded while a fake smile grew on his face.  “Yea…. That’s a great idea, Wanda. It was nice meeting you, Steve.”         

“Same to you,” Mr. Willis replied, leaving the room.         

Raymond listened to the front door close behind his neighbors while they left.  He stood up and worked his way upstairs were he found Nyght standing over by the window down the hall and walked over to her.  “Good thing we’re not going to have to deal with them for long. Tomorrow…. But you’re going to have more to do on the schedule,” he told his wife, “before you deal with them. Okay, Nyght?”