Joe Trebble and the Bio Tech Conspiracy
Chapter 6: The Colour Blue
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"That must be Christie." Rachael said as the sound of the front door closing echoed in the front hall.
Joe stood as Christie entered. She was wearing a stunning blue dress.
"This was not intended to be formal." Henry muttered.
Joe smiled at his uncle's remark as well as Christie's appearance.
“When old friends get reacquainted, a little formality is not necessarily neglected.” Joe said to Henry as he passed towards Christie. “I remember the times as a child we played and you often were the princess waiting for your prince to come. Today I see not a princess, but an angel in your beauty.” Joe hugged Christie, who retuned the gesture. “I am not, nor will be your prince,” he added in a whisper.
“Joe you’re so sweet. Always kind to me. I hope life is treating you as well as you look. Although the accent is a bit of a pleasant shock.”
“Aye, life is good.”
“And what brings you back to Canada?”
“Business.” Joe glanced at his uncle and nodded. Their business had been completed soon after Joe had arrived. Henry said he would risk the deal to save the company. “Business that may perhaps bring me back to Canada more permanently.”
“Oh Joe!” Christie hugged Joe tighter. “That sounds great. Will you be here or would it be elsewhere in Canada?”
“Here. I’ve been interested in returning home, so to speak, and just asked if there was any possibility of a job at the BioTech company.”
“Having Joe work with us would be a great honour,” Henry interjected.
“We can continue this at the table, dinner is ready,” Rachael said getting up and leading the way.
Joe escorted Christie in to the dinning room as Henry took the dogs out back for the supper hour.
“So you are done your degree now?” Christie asked.
“Nearly. A couple more months.”
Joe smiled as they entered the dining room. The fact that Christie was wearing blue, a much lighter shade than his shirt, was interesting he thought, but the dining room was itself blue, something to almost laugh at. The walls, although they appeared white, had a faint robin egg blue hue to them, giving a mix of warmth and coolness to the room. The drapes across the picture frame window were a sea blue, accenting the blue sky, now going dusk, and the green grass out the back yard. The table cloth was a pastel blue with dark blue serviettes to match.
Blue was not Joe’s favourite colour, but nor was it the one he detested. Regardless, the blue of the dining room amused him.
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