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Algie poured steaming water into the
delicate flowered tea pot, watching the crystal stream gush downward
and transform to luscious brown as liquid met with grounds and danced
amidst swirling vapors. There was nothing like a cuppa
to set one's mind straight in times of turmoil. He had to face
Winnie. Even though she'd run off to her room, he had to tell her the
diamond was gone, procured by the locals as evidence. The magnificent
return to England they had planned was now a bygone dream. Squashed
were their plans to present the jewel to Her Majesty together.
It figured. They were living in the
past, back when personal glory meant something. A time of individual
heroes. Back during the cold war, daring risks and successful
conquests meant something. Bravery and intrigue gathered the applause
of one's superiors and if you were a lucky, a nod from Her Majesty
herself. A quiet nod at that, because their work was always of the
cloak and dagger variety, jobs well done for the betterment of
society, unbeknownst to the masses how you saved their asses once
again from maniacs and dictators alike. But the Queen knew. That was
all that mattered.
He sighed. Those were the good times.
And he and Winnie lived them together. Now everything was done in the
name of an obscure collective entity. He and his ilk worked for that
greater identity as mere cogs in its grand, voracious machine. And
the machine took all the credit. Deeds were done, broken into parts
and accomplished by people like him and others. But in the end, the
machine gobbled it all up was called the victor and hero. Lost were
the names and faces of those poor individuals who did the actual
work, stomped out by this “greater good” collectivist mentality.
He had to tell Winnie about the gem. In
sooth, he had thought they would find comfort in each other's arms,
lamenting together this grand loss of personal glory. But now this
American, the local commissioner, had stepped in and disrupted
things. How could she? How could Winnie have relations with that cad?
Well, she was always her own woman. Regardless her transgressions,
she had to be told the sad news.
He finished his cuppa and made his way
to the living room, bypassing Buzz and Trudy who were entwined in the
huge recliner, necking up a storm. They didn't notice Algie as he
passed by and up the staircase. At the end of the hall, he knocked on
Winnie's door and stood back to wait. He hoped she would answer.
She did. And by the expression on her
face, Algie knew she realized his pain, his feelings of rejection.
She looked down at the floor as if embarrassed and then up again to
meet his gaze. To his consternation, he saw no guilt in her sapphire
eyes. He saw sadness, regret perhaps, but the independence glaring
back took a stand and shrugged off all association with him. Had
someone told her about the diamond? Perhaps this commissioner fellow?
Did she blame him? She was acting radical and out of sorts. Winnie
was riding a wild streak, it seemed.
Well, he would have none of that.
Wrapping his arms around her, he planted his lips onto hers. It
wasn't an aggressive act, but rather a warm one, one of invitation
transported on the remnants of their decades long association and
tinged with desire. Easing her back into the room, he entered with
her and kicked the door shut.
* * *
Even as he and Trudy snuggled, Buzz's
mind was in overdrive, worrying about events of the day. He was on
desk duty by command of the commissioner. And that very same
individual had just left his house after boinking his housekeeper.
The invasion of privacy ate him up alive. How could one guy cause so
much havoc in his life? His time at work, his time at home, all had
the Commish's big, fat mug in it, glaring at him. He wasn't sure how
he could live with that. He didn't like being under someone's thumb
24/7.
* * *
Elliot had been eating a sandwich, a
nice, big fat ham sandwich with lettuce, pickles and mayo, when he
thought of his mother. Images of her came streaking through his head
just as he took a messy bite of food, her nervous smile shoving out
thoughts of baseball and more, lumped together with a thousand other
topics including the mystery of little girls and video games. A
streak of mayo nested in a white blob on his lip as he processed the
startling thought that came ensconced in remembrances of mom.
She hadn't been around in weeks. And
frankly, he was having such a great time with his brothers, he never
thought of her. Until today, at least. He wondered why this thought
invasion, why his mother's crazy face came to mind, staring at him
with expectant energy. He had to assume perhaps she was thinking of
him at the moment. Well, so what? Every once in a while she
remembered he existed. Big whoop! Where was she the rest of the time?
He finished his sandwich and gulped the last of his milk.
That was when the phone rang. He heard
his dad stomp to the kitchen to answer it, lifting the wall unit to
his ear mindlessly. He mumbled hello, but then his face snapped to
alertness. Uttering a series of disconnected yeses and uh-huhs, it
was obvious the other side was a big talker. He hung up and looked to
Elliot with dismay written all over his face.
Elliot knew what he was going to say
before his dad got the words out.
“Your mom's coming to visit,” he
said.
“Is she bring that fat cop with her?”
“Elliot, that is no way to talk about
Buzz. He's a hero, you know.”
“Not to me.” Elliot charged out the
kitchen door and didn't look back. His life had been perfect lately.
He loved his dad and he loved his new mom, and his brothers were the
best. They had great times together; they were a family...the family
he always dreamed of. Now his stupid mother wanted to come around
again and mess it up. He'd run away. He'd run away and wait for her
to go home and leave him alone. He'd just have to kill a little
while. She'd come and he wouldn't be home and she'd go away. He just
needed somewhere to kill time for a few hours where they couldn't
find him.
don't tell me our algie is diving in for sloppy seconds!! lol!!!!
ReplyDeletei been missing the kids lately. glad to hear elliot is alive and well,, even if he isn't ok with this newest development..