Donna followed Logan into the kitchen like a Chihuahua behind a Great Dane. She kept close to him, even when he opened the refrigerator doors to get himself a can of diet soda.
“D., I get this strange feeling that something is bothering you. Am I right?” Logan turned around after closing the door, and gave her a very serious look.
“Don’t you think this stuff is just a little bit strange? I mean, when is she going to leave?” Donna looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.
“Well,” he said, and leaned back against the steel door of his refrigerator, “these are certainly unprecedented events, but I don’t think anything dangerous is going on. I mean, do you?”
“She’s a magical girl, and she’s got her hooks in our best friend. What isn’t dangerous about that?”
“Old friend, I think you’re freaking out over nothing.” Logan said, and popped the top on his soda. “She doesn’t look like she’s going to shoot out a second set of jaws and suck out his brain. Then again, those kisses look almost psychoactive!”
“Logan, are you happy for him?” Donna couldn’t keep the incredulity out of her voice.
“Aren’t you?” Score one for me, Logan thought to himself.
“I’d be happy if he found a nice, normal girl… maybe a little punky and perky… but a normal girl!”
“That’s really funny, coming from the woman who was having public sex with a giant pagan High Priest last night!”
“Leave me out of this! We’re talking about John! He’s tender, Logan!”
“Maybe, but does she look like she wants to hurt him? Come on, Donna! If she were any more gentle with him, she’d wrap him in the blanket and offer him a breast!”
“Oh god, Logan! That’s sick!” She couldn’t help but envision John Frost in a diaper, curled against Etty, making baby noises. “I need to wash my brain out!”
“Donna, shh!” Logan saw Etty walk into the kitchen, and attempted to silence Donna before anyone caught a bad case of hurt feelings.
When Logan looked into Etty’s eyes, he realized that his efforts were in vain.
“Oh, fuck.” Donna swore under her breath, and turned to face the newcomer. “Yes, Etty?”
“You don’t approve of me.”
Etty’s eyes got the gleam of unshed tears, and even Donna was moved. Whatever could be said about the woman who claimed to love her friend, John, she was charismatic the way heroin is addictive.
Logan merely waited to see if Donna would dig her way out of the situation, or dig the hole even deeper.
Donna took a deep breath before she tried to address the issue.
“It isn’t that I don’t approve of you, Etty. I don’t even know you, and the situation is pretty strange. You and John were drawn together? You’re a fairy, or a spirit, or some kind of supernatural entity, and he’s a normal human?”
To everyone’s surprise, Etty nodded. Logan breathed a sigh of relief, even though he felt Donna’s worries were unfounded. For her part, Donna was pleased that her honesty didn’t precipitate some sort of supernatural violence.
“I understand your point of view, Donna. My family won’t understand or approve of John.” She ducked her head and wiped the tears off her cheeks. “That’s why I’ve not gone home yet, when I really should have.”
“Oh, honey!” Donna exclaimed. “I’m so sorry!”
“Does that mean you can accept me now?” Etty’s eyes brightened with a flicker of hope.
“No, baby girl. It just means I sympathize.”
“Donna! That’s cold!” Logan exclaimed.