To Trust a Giant

Chapter 12

Panic threatened to set in for Stella. Being thrown into a new environment, getting terrorized by one giant, then getting shoved into the hands of another. All she wanted to do was hide in a dark place and curl up in a ball at this point.

The elderly woman carried her out to the kitchen. It was a small area but certainly bigger than Jason’s apartment. Spices were lined up against the wall on the counter along with all the other usual appliances found in a kitchen.

Stella was gently placed on a large wooden table that had six chairs around it.

“Sorry about that Stella, I didn't mean to hold you without your permission.” she said. “Anyways, I’m Glenda.”

“Hi.” Stella replied shyly.

Clair came out of her room. “Hey, Jason got called into work, so he won't pick her up until nine.”

“Oh that's fine.” Glenda responded. “Tell him, we'll take care of Stella until then.”

Clair nodded and headed back to her room without even giving Stella a glance.

A wave of dread rushed through Stella’s body. She was going to be trapped in this new place for hours! Her eyes darted around the room for somewhere to hide but the only place was behind the salt and pepper shaker in the middle of the table, but that wouldn't really help her much. For once, Stella wished Jason was here to get her away from this.

“Stella dear, are you okay?”

Stella snapped her head over to the woman, who gave her a concerned look.

Stella’s mouth opened but the words failed to come out. Her body began to tremble, she tightly hugged herself and shut her eyes in an attempt to calm down. She was not okay, and she knew Glenda knew.

Stella expected to be picked up or touched in attempt to be comforted but nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes to see Glenda had taken a few steps back from the table.

“It's okay,” She reassured. “I understand. Talk when you feel ready.” She turned to the fridge and pulled out food to lay them out on the counter.

Taking the opportunity, stella stumbled back behind the the salt shaker to remain out of Glenda’s sight. She collapsed onto her knees and let out a quiet sigh. At least she was going to be left alone for a few minutes.

~~~~

It must have been an hour and a half since Stella was left alone. She wasn't complaining but it was surprising because Jason would have tried to talk to her within ten minutes. She was at least able to calm down a little bit, but she didn't understand why Glenda didn't try to converse with her. Sometimes, Stella would sneak a glance to see what Glenda was doing, but every time, she was preoccupied with making dinner. Not once did she look back at Stella.

The sound of steps snapped her out of her thoughts. Looks like she spoke too soon.

A plate was placed onto the table. “I don't know if you're hungry, but I made some sandwiches.”

Finding the courage, Stella peaked out from the shaker. A tiny plate of ham and cheese sandwiches sat towards the end of the table, next to it was a small glass of lemonade. Stella couldn't help but smile at the sight of a human sized lunch. Stella took a few small steps out of her hiding spot; Glenda responded by backing away from the table. Picking up the sandwich, she turned over to the elderly woman standing over the counter with her own lunch.

“Thank you.” She mumbled before taking a small bite.

As the two women munched on their sandwiches, Stella couldn't help but why Glenda just happen to have human sized utensils. Did she have a pet somewhere?