The Tramp - Amber Riel (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📗

The tramp wrapped an arm around Kaley and the other around Abigail.  He realized that Raye was by herself so he took his cane and placed the curved handle around Raye’s waist and pulled her closer toward him.  They began walking away.

     

 

    Raye and the tramp stood in the living room of the little three room house.  Abigail and Kaley looked at the tramp.  Neither of them trusted him so they each pulled out their bedroom keys and walked toward their rooms.

          The tramp watched as they locked their doors then walked back into the room.  The tramp felt insulted and decided that if they couldn’t trust him then why should he trust them?  He took his pocket watch out of the pocket on the outside of his coat and placed it in the inside of the pocket on his baggy pants and pinned it together, returning the insult.

          Abigail and Kaley each dropped their mouths, feeling insulted.  “That’s so rude,” Abigail said.

          “Raye, didn’t you just see what he did?” Kaley asked.

          “Yea but you two insulted him first,” Raye replied.

          Abigail and Kaley eyed Raye for standing up for the stranger.

 

 

          Later on that night, Abigail sat on the couch next a lamp and read a book.  The tramp sat down next to her and began reading over her shoulder.  They both wore the same expressions on their faces as they read.  Abigail turned the page and began reading the next page when the tramp turned the page back to the previous page.  Abigail stopped reading, kind of closing the book on her thumb so she wouldn’t lose the page and started hitting the tramp with the book.  “I was reading this first…. God get another book to read instead of reading over my shoulder.”

          The tramp kind of flinched in pain as Abigail continued to hit him with the book.

          Raye walked out of her room to see what was going on.  “Stop hitting him, Abigail.”

          Abigail stopped and turned to face Raye.  She gave Raye the death stare.  “He flipped the page on me.”

          “He’s a guest,” Raye explained.  “Don’t start going down his throat…. He doesn’t know any better.”  She walked over to the tramp and sat down next to him and gave him a hug.

          Abigail shook her head out of frustration.  “How can you stick up for this guy?”

          Raye rolled her eyes at one of her best friends.  She turned her attention back toward the tramp.  “Are you okay?”

          The tramp smiled and did a trick with his hat.  He leaned back toward the wall and without touching the hat with his hands he lifted the hat up and made a face expression that made Raye start laughing.

          Abigail shook her head and headed toward her room.

 

 

          The next morning, Abigail had finished watching the news and walked into the kitchen.  She walked over and fixed herself a nice hot cup of coffee.  Raye and Kaley sat at the table sipping on their hot cups of coffee.

          “They finally came up with the verdict for the Verdoux trail,” Abigail informed the other two.

          “Verdou…. The x isn’t pronounced,” Kaley explained.  “It’s French.”

          “Okay well anyways they got him for murder and bigamy.”

          Raye shook her head.  “That’s a shame…. What’s this world coming to?”

          Kaley shrugged.

          The tramp walked into the kitchen and smiled at the three girls.  He wore an old fashion night suit which the men wore under their clothes in the old movies.

          “Is he wearing what I think he’s wearing?” Abigail whispered.

          Raye tried not to laugh at the sight of the tramp.

          “I think so,” Kaley replied, also whispering.

          Raye stood up and walked over to the tramp.  “Would you like some coffee?”

          The tramp nodded.

          “Would you like any sugar?” Raye asked.

          The tramp shook his head.

          “Creamer?”

          The tramp shook his head again.

          Raye pulled out a coffee mug with a picture of a snowman on it.  “Milk?”

          The tramp shook his head.

          “Would you like it black?”

          The tramp nodded.

          “Okay.”  Raye handed the coffee cup to the tramp and pulled out the coffee pot.  “I want to thank you again for what you did yesterday,” she told the tramp, not paying any attention as she poured the coffee onto the floor instead of in the cup.  “We’re going to go with a group of friends today to play baseball,” she said as she placed the pot back into the marker.  “Would you like to come?”

          The tramp nodded then went to go take a sip of his coffee when he realized that the cup was empty.  He flipped the cup upside down and then looked around.

          “Oh I’m sorry.”  Raye laughed as she went to pour more coffee into the cup but missed again.  She realized what was happening and felt bad.  “I’m sorry I guess I keep spilling it on the floor.”

          The tramp smiled.

          “Would you like anymore?”

          The tramp shook his head.

          “Okay.”

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Publication Date: 09-06-2013

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Dedication:
In honor of Sir Charles Chaplin a tribute to his Little Tramp who doesn't say much but has a way with words