Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#634
"Don't you come any closer," Bessie warned, and she started screaming for Tom. Just to be sure she was well protected, Bessie picked up the measuring cup she had used to measure out the shortening for the biscuits.
"Who are you?" Gary snarled, "Get out of our way, I'm gonna collapse and get blood all over the floor."
Tom and Clora got to the kitchen at the same time. Clora was still in her funeral dress, but Tom was in a towel. He had just stepped out of the shower, when he heard Bessie screeching. Rushing to save his newly wed wife, Tom almost lost control of every thing, when he used the hand that was crucial to his modesty, to stop Bessie from launching the rolling pin at Gary.
"Bessie, Bessie," he was imploring, "they live here." Tom felt the towel come undone from it's hasty knot around his waist and begin to slide. The stricken look on his face had him dropping the captured rolling pin on the floor and make a desperate grab for the cloth preserving his dignity.
The rolling pin landed on his wet, bare foot, causing Tom to shout in pain. Bessie whirled around, ready to do battle with whomever was causing her darling Tom pain and aggravation.
"Keep moving," Gary gritted out to Don. "Ma, is there a bedroom I can get to. I'm about to go down"
Clora rushed ahead, opening the door to the room where the overflow of moving boxes had been stacked. There was a mattress leaning up against the wall, and Clora tipped it down. Fortunately, the mattress got to the floor before Gary, but it was a tight race.
Out in the kitchen, there was a lor of halleluiah and Amening, going on. Miss Bessie was very flustered, what with blood dripping strangers and three quarters naked Tom strutting around in her kitchen.
She kept repeating, "he told me this was a respectable family, he told me this was a respectable family. Lord a' mercy, what have I got myself into. Tom, please go put some clothes on, you are very distracting." Bessie managed to say.
"I am, huh? Well you don't say," He didn't sound the least bit bothered by his state of affairs." Mm, Mm, Mm. I still got it," he teased.
By this time Bessie had picked up the rolling pin and shook it at Tom in mock anger. "Git," she ordered, "I've got biscuits to bake." Tom went whistling back to the room they claimed as there's, smiling in satisfaction.
Clora told Gary ro :stay right there, I"'ve got to shange out of my good clothes." and she rushed from the room.
Out in the front yard, the crazy porch lady was simpering for the camera. The reporter was feeding her insipid questions like he was interviewing the president, and she was falling for it in a big way.
Toby walked over and looked at the woman like she was a distasteful bug. "You are trespassing. I order you to leave the premises and not come back. You are trespassing, leave now."
The woman smirked at Toby, turning her head so her best profile was toward the camera. "I would leave if I was able, these people stole my house, so I am here to protest." she simpered with a fake sob catching in her voice
Toby grabbed his phone from his pocket, turned his body away for privacy, and called the police. There was a car on the way already, the TV in the station turned to the frustrating TV program. The shift commander sent their best pair of shiny red bolt cutters, to cut the handcuffs from the crazy lady, and told the pair of officers to "get that woman out of there."
"She is trespassing, I have told her to leave, and she has not. I will press full charges." Toby looked full into the camera lens and enunciated slowly, "you gentlemen are on private property, please leave, you are trespassing."
The news anchor had an ear full of hasty orders coming from the station. "Back off, get to the sidewalk." he was ordered to with draw immediately.
The crazy lady was not so gently removed from the ornate wrought iron stair railing, hauled off before her husband could wind his way through the congestion.
The sedate man was furious beyond speaking, as he drove slowly through the throng of people, ignoring the shouts of the reporter that recognized him, and wanted a follow up quote.
The reporter was running after the slow moving sports car, and he was totally ignored. Eddington was full of his wife's silly, foolish antics, this time she had gone too far, and there were going to be consequences.
Eddington had recognized Toby, and knew he was a high powered attorney. This was going to cost him a great deal of money, and perhaps she should stay in jail as punishment.
"Don't you come any closer," Bessie warned, and she started screaming for Tom. Just to be sure she was well protected, Bessie picked up the measuring cup she had used to measure out the shortening for the biscuits.
"Who are you?" Gary snarled, "Get out of our way, I'm gonna collapse and get blood all over the floor."
Tom and Clora got to the kitchen at the same time. Clora was still in her funeral dress, but Tom was in a towel. He had just stepped out of the shower, when he heard Bessie screeching. Rushing to save his newly wed wife, Tom almost lost control of every thing, when he used the hand that was crucial to his modesty, to stop Bessie from launching the rolling pin at Gary.
"Bessie, Bessie," he was imploring, "they live here." Tom felt the towel come undone from it's hasty knot around his waist and begin to slide. The stricken look on his face had him dropping the captured rolling pin on the floor and make a desperate grab for the cloth preserving his dignity.
The rolling pin landed on his wet, bare foot, causing Tom to shout in pain. Bessie whirled around, ready to do battle with whomever was causing her darling Tom pain and aggravation.
"Keep moving," Gary gritted out to Don. "Ma, is there a bedroom I can get to. I'm about to go down"
Clora rushed ahead, opening the door to the room where the overflow of moving boxes had been stacked. There was a mattress leaning up against the wall, and Clora tipped it down. Fortunately, the mattress got to the floor before Gary, but it was a tight race.
Out in the kitchen, there was a lor of halleluiah and Amening, going on. Miss Bessie was very flustered, what with blood dripping strangers and three quarters naked Tom strutting around in her kitchen.
She kept repeating, "he told me this was a respectable family, he told me this was a respectable family. Lord a' mercy, what have I got myself into. Tom, please go put some clothes on, you are very distracting." Bessie managed to say.
"I am, huh? Well you don't say," He didn't sound the least bit bothered by his state of affairs." Mm, Mm, Mm. I still got it," he teased.
By this time Bessie had picked up the rolling pin and shook it at Tom in mock anger. "Git," she ordered, "I've got biscuits to bake." Tom went whistling back to the room they claimed as there's, smiling in satisfaction.
Clora told Gary ro :stay right there, I"'ve got to shange out of my good clothes." and she rushed from the room.
Out in the front yard, the crazy porch lady was simpering for the camera. The reporter was feeding her insipid questions like he was interviewing the president, and she was falling for it in a big way.
Toby walked over and looked at the woman like she was a distasteful bug. "You are trespassing. I order you to leave the premises and not come back. You are trespassing, leave now."
The woman smirked at Toby, turning her head so her best profile was toward the camera. "I would leave if I was able, these people stole my house, so I am here to protest." she simpered with a fake sob catching in her voice
Toby grabbed his phone from his pocket, turned his body away for privacy, and called the police. There was a car on the way already, the TV in the station turned to the frustrating TV program. The shift commander sent their best pair of shiny red bolt cutters, to cut the handcuffs from the crazy lady, and told the pair of officers to "get that woman out of there."
"She is trespassing, I have told her to leave, and she has not. I will press full charges." Toby looked full into the camera lens and enunciated slowly, "you gentlemen are on private property, please leave, you are trespassing."
The news anchor had an ear full of hasty orders coming from the station. "Back off, get to the sidewalk." he was ordered to with draw immediately.
The crazy lady was not so gently removed from the ornate wrought iron stair railing, hauled off before her husband could wind his way through the congestion.
The sedate man was furious beyond speaking, as he drove slowly through the throng of people, ignoring the shouts of the reporter that recognized him, and wanted a follow up quote.
The reporter was running after the slow moving sports car, and he was totally ignored. Eddington was full of his wife's silly, foolish antics, this time she had gone too far, and there were going to be consequences.
Eddington had recognized Toby, and knew he was a high powered attorney. This was going to cost him a great deal of money, and perhaps she should stay in jail as punishment.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you Pac, I love more of your story but take care of your eyes.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac! Hope you are doing better!
PacNorWest
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#635
The unknown man sat in his motel room and pondered the latest events. The papers had been full of the two unknown men that perished in the swamp ,he was sure it was Ernie and Ozzie, and he hoped both men had been killed before the gators got to them.
Personally, he couldn't think of any thing more horrific than to be eaten alive. give him a nice sadistic killing, and he'd be happy. It was obvious that the two brothers must have messed up, but which of the Linderman's could have been that aware, that they intended to kill him.
The man he had hired to create a killing in the cemetery, lost his nerve before the job was done, so that was a dead end cause. It was the same with the man employed to break in and kill the household help at the lawyer's fancy house.
It was clear that he had grossly underestimated the Linderman's and their abilities. The only bright star in the whole mis-managed situation, was that the interferring Cam Cooper was in custody for killing his daughter. What a nusiance the man was, always in the way.
The unknown man sat in his motel room and pondered the latest events. The papers had been full of the two unknown men that perished in the swamp ,he was sure it was Ernie and Ozzie, and he hoped both men had been killed before the gators got to them.
Personally, he couldn't think of any thing more horrific than to be eaten alive. give him a nice sadistic killing, and he'd be happy. It was obvious that the two brothers must have messed up, but which of the Linderman's could have been that aware, that they intended to kill him.
The man he had hired to create a killing in the cemetery, lost his nerve before the job was done, so that was a dead end cause. It was the same with the man employed to break in and kill the household help at the lawyer's fancy house.
It was clear that he had grossly underestimated the Linderman's and their abilities. The only bright star in the whole mis-managed situation, was that the interferring Cam Cooper was in custody for killing his daughter. What a nusiance the man was, always in the way.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Oh man, who is the new player? Or is he an old one come back for revenge? Only Pac knows.
PacNorWest
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#636
Clora changed out of her good dress and hurried to the room where Gary was graciously bleeding into a double folded towel. "This is into the muscle Gary; it needs to be stitched together. That's more than I can do. We can have Dad drive you into the hospital, this is beyond my expertise."
Mark came in the room just in time to hear Clora volunteer his services. "What happened?" he wanted to know.
Gary was woozy, trying to speak. Don took pity and replied. "He said hog got him. That idiot woman of his didn't even bother to clean him up. Boy, is she worthless. She was plumb amazed that we thought she should make the effort. Just worthless, in my opinion."
"Nobody asked you, jerkwad. Keep your opinions to yourself." Gary snarled. "Well, if we're going to the hospital, help me get up and let's get going. I ain't getting any better dithering about it."
Milo and Toby came to help. moving the soiled mattress to the back of the van. There was a grumble when they had to remove the three youth chairs the triplet's used; Don telling the brothers to pile them in Tess's Jeep. "That's where they belong." he said in a frustrated voice.
Bessie backed up to the stove when the scary. bleeding man was reversed through the kitchen. She didn't know who he was, but she was glad he was gone.
Clora came into the kitchen and washed her hands, preparing to set the table. "Soup and biscuits was a good idea,; she praised Miss Bessie. "There was food after the funeral, but nobody had an appetite; so a light supper is just fine,"
"Who was that guy bleeding?" Bessie asked.
"Oh, that was Gary, one of our boys. I forgot you hadn't been introduced. Toby's kids are around here somewhere; they are Lyric and Barry. You've met Milo our red headed son and I thought his wife and children would be here, so I don't know where they might be."
"You got a big family," Bessie approved, and Clora didn't bother to explain how big it had been, and how so many had died.
Clora changed out of her good dress and hurried to the room where Gary was graciously bleeding into a double folded towel. "This is into the muscle Gary; it needs to be stitched together. That's more than I can do. We can have Dad drive you into the hospital, this is beyond my expertise."
Mark came in the room just in time to hear Clora volunteer his services. "What happened?" he wanted to know.
Gary was woozy, trying to speak. Don took pity and replied. "He said hog got him. That idiot woman of his didn't even bother to clean him up. Boy, is she worthless. She was plumb amazed that we thought she should make the effort. Just worthless, in my opinion."
"Nobody asked you, jerkwad. Keep your opinions to yourself." Gary snarled. "Well, if we're going to the hospital, help me get up and let's get going. I ain't getting any better dithering about it."
Milo and Toby came to help. moving the soiled mattress to the back of the van. There was a grumble when they had to remove the three youth chairs the triplet's used; Don telling the brothers to pile them in Tess's Jeep. "That's where they belong." he said in a frustrated voice.
Bessie backed up to the stove when the scary. bleeding man was reversed through the kitchen. She didn't know who he was, but she was glad he was gone.
Clora came into the kitchen and washed her hands, preparing to set the table. "Soup and biscuits was a good idea,; she praised Miss Bessie. "There was food after the funeral, but nobody had an appetite; so a light supper is just fine,"
"Who was that guy bleeding?" Bessie asked.
"Oh, that was Gary, one of our boys. I forgot you hadn't been introduced. Toby's kids are around here somewhere; they are Lyric and Barry. You've met Milo our red headed son and I thought his wife and children would be here, so I don't know where they might be."
"You got a big family," Bessie approved, and Clora didn't bother to explain how big it had been, and how so many had died.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Many thanks Pac. 
PacNorWest
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#637
Mark took Gary to the emergency, Toby explained to his kids that they had to stay with Grandma for a while, until his house was emptied of a 'problem.' Don went out and used a hose to clean off the 'evidence' that the crazy porch lady had sat there overnight. Toby and Milo left, Bessie got over her fright, and Clora had a headache.
For good measure, Don set up a sprinkler on the front lawn; it was a barrier to the nosy and curious passersby. They still strolled by on the sidewalk, but didn't stop.
Clora hadn't forgotten Tess and their need for a 'little chat'. To honor the occasion, Clora got a brand new piece of folded paper and put Tess's name at the top of her list. The next item was planting all the everlasting food and flower snips she had brought from the retreat. Then there was the enormous load of food that needed to be taken care of. And, Most of their life was still in boxes scattered all over the house. They all had rampaged through the cartons to find clothes to wear to the funeral, so that added to the chaos and confusion.
Just writing down the work load, made Clora feel old and tired. Moving wasn't as much fun as it used to be. Clora took a cup of coffee to the living room and squeezed in between the jumble of un-arranged furniture to find a chair by a window,
Not for the first time, she wondered if they had done the right thing by moving. Sitting with her eyes closed, Clora started praying. Prayer was such a comfort, and if she sat quietly and listened, God would send answers that would solve her problems.
"Grandma not asleep, her lips are moving." the loud whispers intruded on Clora's stillness. "I think she is praying," Paul said confidently, "I've seen her do this before."
"Do you think we can talk to her?" Daniel had the same loud whisper, "we gotta find someone to talk to us, and Grandma's the only one not doing something."
"She kinda is doing something," Peter reminded his brothers, "praying is something."
Clora opened her eyes and found three very puzzled and unhappy boys needing to talk to her. Daniel had been elected as spokesman, and they wanted to know what happened when someone died. Clora took a deep breath and asked, "where is your mother?"
"She went to the garage and locked the door, but we could hear her crying in there." Paul gravely informed Clora, "she wouldn't let us in."
Clora spent the next hour explaining death to her grandkids. She used simple terms and words that they could understand. Lyric and Barry were in the room, but staying hidden on the other side of the couch. Grandma's soft and loving voice helped them process their mother's death. It didn't take away the hurt and sorrow, but Grandma helped to explain all the questions they had. Barry was uncharacteristicly quiet, absorbing what has been given in love.
Eventually, Lyric and Barry joined the triplets. There was hugging and crying, for all involved.
At the moment, Clora was greatly disturbed. Where was Tess and Toby? They were each gone, out tending to their own sadness, then they had children to consider.
Clora sighed deep in frustration. Obviously, she and Mark had failed to instill in their children the need to keep loving arms around their children in times of stress and danger.
Clora answered all questions, even the ones that started with. "Grandma, what happens to the poop and pee inside a person, when they die?" that one was from Barry, and Clora had to rub her forehead before she could answer.
Mark had come back from the hospital, and he stood listening to Clora answer the gruesome questions. Finally, between the five kids, they couldn't think of any more questions , and Clora gratefully suggested they have cookies and milk. That started a stampede to the kitchen.
Clora and Mark shared a hug, before leaving the living room. "You have my gratitude," he whispered in her ear, "I couldn't have done that in a million years."
Clora and Mark got to the kitchen just in time to hear Barry tell Miss Bessie that they needed 'lot's of cookies, they had been learning about what happens to people when they die dead."
Mark took Gary to the emergency, Toby explained to his kids that they had to stay with Grandma for a while, until his house was emptied of a 'problem.' Don went out and used a hose to clean off the 'evidence' that the crazy porch lady had sat there overnight. Toby and Milo left, Bessie got over her fright, and Clora had a headache.
For good measure, Don set up a sprinkler on the front lawn; it was a barrier to the nosy and curious passersby. They still strolled by on the sidewalk, but didn't stop.
Clora hadn't forgotten Tess and their need for a 'little chat'. To honor the occasion, Clora got a brand new piece of folded paper and put Tess's name at the top of her list. The next item was planting all the everlasting food and flower snips she had brought from the retreat. Then there was the enormous load of food that needed to be taken care of. And, Most of their life was still in boxes scattered all over the house. They all had rampaged through the cartons to find clothes to wear to the funeral, so that added to the chaos and confusion.
Just writing down the work load, made Clora feel old and tired. Moving wasn't as much fun as it used to be. Clora took a cup of coffee to the living room and squeezed in between the jumble of un-arranged furniture to find a chair by a window,
Not for the first time, she wondered if they had done the right thing by moving. Sitting with her eyes closed, Clora started praying. Prayer was such a comfort, and if she sat quietly and listened, God would send answers that would solve her problems.
"Grandma not asleep, her lips are moving." the loud whispers intruded on Clora's stillness. "I think she is praying," Paul said confidently, "I've seen her do this before."
"Do you think we can talk to her?" Daniel had the same loud whisper, "we gotta find someone to talk to us, and Grandma's the only one not doing something."
"She kinda is doing something," Peter reminded his brothers, "praying is something."
Clora opened her eyes and found three very puzzled and unhappy boys needing to talk to her. Daniel had been elected as spokesman, and they wanted to know what happened when someone died. Clora took a deep breath and asked, "where is your mother?"
"She went to the garage and locked the door, but we could hear her crying in there." Paul gravely informed Clora, "she wouldn't let us in."
Clora spent the next hour explaining death to her grandkids. She used simple terms and words that they could understand. Lyric and Barry were in the room, but staying hidden on the other side of the couch. Grandma's soft and loving voice helped them process their mother's death. It didn't take away the hurt and sorrow, but Grandma helped to explain all the questions they had. Barry was uncharacteristicly quiet, absorbing what has been given in love.
Eventually, Lyric and Barry joined the triplets. There was hugging and crying, for all involved.
At the moment, Clora was greatly disturbed. Where was Tess and Toby? They were each gone, out tending to their own sadness, then they had children to consider.
Clora sighed deep in frustration. Obviously, she and Mark had failed to instill in their children the need to keep loving arms around their children in times of stress and danger.
Clora answered all questions, even the ones that started with. "Grandma, what happens to the poop and pee inside a person, when they die?" that one was from Barry, and Clora had to rub her forehead before she could answer.
Mark had come back from the hospital, and he stood listening to Clora answer the gruesome questions. Finally, between the five kids, they couldn't think of any more questions , and Clora gratefully suggested they have cookies and milk. That started a stampede to the kitchen.
Clora and Mark shared a hug, before leaving the living room. "You have my gratitude," he whispered in her ear, "I couldn't have done that in a million years."
Clora and Mark got to the kitchen just in time to hear Barry tell Miss Bessie that they needed 'lot's of cookies, they had been learning about what happens to people when they die dead."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you this morning. Yes Tess and Toby seem to be only thinking about themselves and need a wake up call. Kind of a double edged sword for Toby as he knows there are killers on the loose and he thinks the kids are safe where they are. Catch 22.
feralferret
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Thank you, Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
Nature_Lover
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Thank you, Pac! Wonderful story.
jimmertoons
Contributing Member
Such an effective way of sharing. Brings back memories of answering questions from my 9 year old daughter about her big brother’s death. Not something any parent wants to go through, but it was quite a learning experience for both of us.
Thank you Pac for the wonderful story you have created for so many years. Spellbinding. And such a way of teaching we the readers. You are a Blessing to all of us.
Thank you Pac for the wonderful story you have created for so many years. Spellbinding. And such a way of teaching we the readers. You are a Blessing to all of us.
PacNorWest
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#638
Because there was a stalled hurricane in the lower Southeast of the states; it started to rain. Not a gentle sprinkle, but a straight down curtain of gray water. Three days later, it was still raining and the deep trench dug in the retreat drive way was filled with water.
The construction crew had bravely kept on working when the weather turned, the thunk, thunk of the excavator hoe bouncing on the shelf of limestone; had driven Breezy and Catherine into a hotel in town.
Woody came rushing in, to drop a check for the retreat property, requesting that Breezy remove her goods within the week and be gone. Big and Tilly were brought in to be the caretakers, and helped Breezy move.
Gary was still in the hospital, mending and being a royal grouch. All the nurses voted to dump him out in the parking lot at the first available opportunity. Breezy had no idea where he was, didn't know where the Linderman's had moved too, and Gary hadn't, wouldn't or couldn't answer his phone.
If Breezy hadn't run into Toby in court, she might have never found any of the elusive clan.
Toby of course knew where Gary was, and he finally gave in and told Breezy what hospital his brother was in, holding court/ Breezy called and got the room number and debated if she should go see him or not.
"I sure wish you'd make up your mind," Catherine snapped. "If your not interested, then move away, because I am."
Breezy looked at her law clerk/ friend in complete astonishment. "You mean Gary?" she stuttered.
"Yes Gary," Catherine mocked. "If you can't see what's there, I sure as the heck can see what I like seeing."
"Oh."
"Yes oh. I can't figure what's the matter with you, unless you're just stringing him along until something better comes your way. I think it's criminal the way you are treating him." Catherine said her piece and went into the adjoining suite and shut the door.
Breezy stood there for a moment, made up her mind and grabbed her umbrella and went for her car.
Gary was so crabby, Breezy heard in him, way down the hall .
"Don't go in there," the nurse warned her, "that's one nasty man."
"Maybe," was all Breezy would say. She opened the room door just in time to see a nurse jab poor defenseless Gary in the posterior with a loaded syringe. He yelped and cursed, and the nurse gave her an evil grin.
"He gets one of those every four hours," the woman blew on the needle in parody of a smoking gun and dropped the needle in the sharps container. "If he would behave, he'd get it through the port, and it would only sting for a minute. This hurts more."
"Who's here?" Gary demanded, "Come over here so I can see you."
The nurse ignored Gary and told Breezy she could stay for fifteen minutes. "Don't touch him, cough or sneeze in his direction , he's fighting a massive infection."
Breezy nodded her assent and slowly walked close to the foot of the swing bed.
"Identify yourself," Gary growled again.
"I'm afraid of you, when your in such a temper. I won't come close unless you calm down."
"Breezy, is that you? Where the hell have you been?" Gary didn't ask sweetly.
"It's me, I'm here and I'm not getting close to you if your mad."
"Ok, I'm not mad; will you come around here so I can see you, please.?" Gary tacked on to make it sound pretty.
Breezy moved around until she could see Gary's face. "Tell me what's happening," she ordered.
"The gash is infected bad. I have to have a pic line into my heart for the really strong stuff, and those rotten Feffing nurses take turns injecting me with needles the size of straws."
Breezy couldn't help it, she laughed at his outraged complaint. "You know what they say about honey and vinegar," she said boldly.
"I'm out of honey, but you could come and give me a kiss and then I'd have some," the old smooth talking Gary surfaced with a cajoling plea. "Are you alright, I hadn't heard from you, and was beginning to imagine all sorts of bad things.."
"I had no idea where you were. I've been calling and got no answer. I didn't know where your parents went to, and I finally ran into your brother, this morning, who told me you were here."
"I lost my phone in the sw......mmm, in the forest somewhere. Obviously I can't go get another and my family said they wouldn't get me one, cause all I did was call them up and abuse their good nature."
"Really, I can't imagine you doing that," Breezy teased. "You don't sound like you've been a good patient, and I'll tell you right now that I won't come visit you if your're gonna be nean and nasty awful."
"I need a kiss, that will make me feel all better," he promised hopefully. He got his wish.
They were observed by the nurse that had come to tell Breezy her fifteen minutes were up, but the woman was so impressed that Breezy would get close enough to break the no touching rule with the patient; that she relented and gave them another fifteen.
"I'm in an extended stay motel, the government guy that's your boss booted me out of the retreat." Breezy exchanged information. "I finally got a check from the insurance company, and I'm looking at houses. I wish you were well enough to go with me," she said wistfully, "life is more fun when we do things together."
"That's about the finest medicine I've ever had," Gary spoke up, "maybe another kiss would make me way better."
Breezy leaned over and brushed his hair away from his stubbly cheek. She kissed the corner of his mouth that she could reach, and Gary hummed in contentment.
"You sound like an old tomcat," she teased, "How soon can you get out of here?"
"Not soon enough,"
The nurse knocked on the door, and Breezy looked up and nodded. "I've got to go, but I'm going to leave my name and number at the nurse's station, to call me if you get to acting up. If you do, I won't come see you ," she threatened.
"Ok. ok," Gary would have promised to do or say anything to get Breezy to come back.
As Breezy walked out past the nurse's station; she got a silent clapping ovation from the astonished nurses.
Because there was a stalled hurricane in the lower Southeast of the states; it started to rain. Not a gentle sprinkle, but a straight down curtain of gray water. Three days later, it was still raining and the deep trench dug in the retreat drive way was filled with water.
The construction crew had bravely kept on working when the weather turned, the thunk, thunk of the excavator hoe bouncing on the shelf of limestone; had driven Breezy and Catherine into a hotel in town.
Woody came rushing in, to drop a check for the retreat property, requesting that Breezy remove her goods within the week and be gone. Big and Tilly were brought in to be the caretakers, and helped Breezy move.
Gary was still in the hospital, mending and being a royal grouch. All the nurses voted to dump him out in the parking lot at the first available opportunity. Breezy had no idea where he was, didn't know where the Linderman's had moved too, and Gary hadn't, wouldn't or couldn't answer his phone.
If Breezy hadn't run into Toby in court, she might have never found any of the elusive clan.
Toby of course knew where Gary was, and he finally gave in and told Breezy what hospital his brother was in, holding court/ Breezy called and got the room number and debated if she should go see him or not.
"I sure wish you'd make up your mind," Catherine snapped. "If your not interested, then move away, because I am."
Breezy looked at her law clerk/ friend in complete astonishment. "You mean Gary?" she stuttered.
"Yes Gary," Catherine mocked. "If you can't see what's there, I sure as the heck can see what I like seeing."
"Oh."
"Yes oh. I can't figure what's the matter with you, unless you're just stringing him along until something better comes your way. I think it's criminal the way you are treating him." Catherine said her piece and went into the adjoining suite and shut the door.
Breezy stood there for a moment, made up her mind and grabbed her umbrella and went for her car.
Gary was so crabby, Breezy heard in him, way down the hall .
"Don't go in there," the nurse warned her, "that's one nasty man."
"Maybe," was all Breezy would say. She opened the room door just in time to see a nurse jab poor defenseless Gary in the posterior with a loaded syringe. He yelped and cursed, and the nurse gave her an evil grin.
"He gets one of those every four hours," the woman blew on the needle in parody of a smoking gun and dropped the needle in the sharps container. "If he would behave, he'd get it through the port, and it would only sting for a minute. This hurts more."
"Who's here?" Gary demanded, "Come over here so I can see you."
The nurse ignored Gary and told Breezy she could stay for fifteen minutes. "Don't touch him, cough or sneeze in his direction , he's fighting a massive infection."
Breezy nodded her assent and slowly walked close to the foot of the swing bed.
"Identify yourself," Gary growled again.
"I'm afraid of you, when your in such a temper. I won't come close unless you calm down."
"Breezy, is that you? Where the hell have you been?" Gary didn't ask sweetly.
"It's me, I'm here and I'm not getting close to you if your mad."
"Ok, I'm not mad; will you come around here so I can see you, please.?" Gary tacked on to make it sound pretty.
Breezy moved around until she could see Gary's face. "Tell me what's happening," she ordered.
"The gash is infected bad. I have to have a pic line into my heart for the really strong stuff, and those rotten Feffing nurses take turns injecting me with needles the size of straws."
Breezy couldn't help it, she laughed at his outraged complaint. "You know what they say about honey and vinegar," she said boldly.
"I'm out of honey, but you could come and give me a kiss and then I'd have some," the old smooth talking Gary surfaced with a cajoling plea. "Are you alright, I hadn't heard from you, and was beginning to imagine all sorts of bad things.."
"I had no idea where you were. I've been calling and got no answer. I didn't know where your parents went to, and I finally ran into your brother, this morning, who told me you were here."
"I lost my phone in the sw......mmm, in the forest somewhere. Obviously I can't go get another and my family said they wouldn't get me one, cause all I did was call them up and abuse their good nature."
"Really, I can't imagine you doing that," Breezy teased. "You don't sound like you've been a good patient, and I'll tell you right now that I won't come visit you if your're gonna be nean and nasty awful."
"I need a kiss, that will make me feel all better," he promised hopefully. He got his wish.
They were observed by the nurse that had come to tell Breezy her fifteen minutes were up, but the woman was so impressed that Breezy would get close enough to break the no touching rule with the patient; that she relented and gave them another fifteen.
"I'm in an extended stay motel, the government guy that's your boss booted me out of the retreat." Breezy exchanged information. "I finally got a check from the insurance company, and I'm looking at houses. I wish you were well enough to go with me," she said wistfully, "life is more fun when we do things together."
"That's about the finest medicine I've ever had," Gary spoke up, "maybe another kiss would make me way better."
Breezy leaned over and brushed his hair away from his stubbly cheek. She kissed the corner of his mouth that she could reach, and Gary hummed in contentment.
"You sound like an old tomcat," she teased, "How soon can you get out of here?"
"Not soon enough,"
The nurse knocked on the door, and Breezy looked up and nodded. "I've got to go, but I'm going to leave my name and number at the nurse's station, to call me if you get to acting up. If you do, I won't come see you ," she threatened.
"Ok. ok," Gary would have promised to do or say anything to get Breezy to come back.
As Breezy walked out past the nurse's station; she got a silent clapping ovation from the astonished nurses.
feralferret
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Bravo, Pac!
larry_minn
Contributing Member
Concern your gal might be hurt. Could make a person a worse patient. Btw be nice to nurses. If stuff hurts, tell them. Most will do what they can for you if you are slightly polite.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Very good and Gary should know better lol.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#639
Mrs Penrod Eddington cooled her heels in jail for three days. When Pen finally bailed her out, he waved divorce papers under her nose. "I don't ever want to see you acting like such an idiot again. Do you understand? Are there any questions? I hope not, because I only have to sign these papers and you are out on your entitled ass. In case you have forgotten, you signed a pre-nup agreement twenty years ago and it is still in force."
Suzannah Elroy Eddington said in a very small voice, "I don't remember signing anything like that ."
"You did, in the lawyer's office. I got my copy out and re-read it yesterday. You walk away with less money than you spend now in a month. So be very careful suze, you are on the edge. I hope you understand everything I am saying, I shall not repeat it, nor shall I put up with anymore foolishness."
"Yes Pen," the small voice replied.
Suzannah elroy Eddington lost her entitle attitude, for the moment. She was afraid she might relapse and Pen was being so hard nosed about everything. She really wanted that house, and she hadn't given up in the least. But, she did need to be more clever.
Toby had the funeral limo drop him off at his house. Once again the house and grounds were crawling with law officers. Art and Minnie looked very relieved to see Toby come in the kitchen.
The captain came hustling in. "Come see if you can ID the body, the ME is about finished, and we want to wrap this up. Perhaps you can explain to me how you determined there would be a break-in while you were gone. Have you had any threats? Any unusual clients, jealous husbands, that sort of problem?"
"No," Toby said slowly, "but what would you think if your father-in-law shot his daughter. You do know that Cooper guy was my wife;s father."
The captain stopped walking toward the office. "You're kidding, I hope."
"Not in the least, my wife's name was Renelda Cooper Thomas Linderman. Cam Cooper's daughter; and she was no contact with her father. Cameron Cooper is a big shot. He has wealth, position and power. He has powerful friends, with evil minds, as does he." Toby looked at the body and shook his head. "Don't know him at all."
Toby left the captain to finish his paperwork and went back to the kitchen.
"How did you know this might happen?" Art was troubled by the events. "I don't like killing people, even if it's in the line of duty."
"I didn't know and I'm sorry my hunch came true. Art, if you and Minnie want to quit and find other work, I understand," Toby felt drained and defeated, and it sounded in his voice. He slumped in the chair and leaned his head back with closed eyes.
Toby didn't see the concerned look that flashed between Art and Minnie. Toby looked terrible, drawn, gaunt cheeks and deeply etched worry lines. He was actually thinking about Ma and Dad. How did they stand this kind of pressure, especially when they had so many kids and people to keep protected.
"We'll stay." Art said gruffly, and Minnie nodded.
"As soon as the crowd clears out, I'll be in the office, I have a terrible amount of work to do." Toby drank the tall glass of cool water Minnie put in front od him, and nodded his thanks.
He did have work to do; he needed to review the security footage, some where and some time, somebody would slip up and he would know who he was dealing with.
Mrs Penrod Eddington cooled her heels in jail for three days. When Pen finally bailed her out, he waved divorce papers under her nose. "I don't ever want to see you acting like such an idiot again. Do you understand? Are there any questions? I hope not, because I only have to sign these papers and you are out on your entitled ass. In case you have forgotten, you signed a pre-nup agreement twenty years ago and it is still in force."
Suzannah Elroy Eddington said in a very small voice, "I don't remember signing anything like that ."
"You did, in the lawyer's office. I got my copy out and re-read it yesterday. You walk away with less money than you spend now in a month. So be very careful suze, you are on the edge. I hope you understand everything I am saying, I shall not repeat it, nor shall I put up with anymore foolishness."
"Yes Pen," the small voice replied.
Suzannah elroy Eddington lost her entitle attitude, for the moment. She was afraid she might relapse and Pen was being so hard nosed about everything. She really wanted that house, and she hadn't given up in the least. But, she did need to be more clever.
Toby had the funeral limo drop him off at his house. Once again the house and grounds were crawling with law officers. Art and Minnie looked very relieved to see Toby come in the kitchen.
The captain came hustling in. "Come see if you can ID the body, the ME is about finished, and we want to wrap this up. Perhaps you can explain to me how you determined there would be a break-in while you were gone. Have you had any threats? Any unusual clients, jealous husbands, that sort of problem?"
"No," Toby said slowly, "but what would you think if your father-in-law shot his daughter. You do know that Cooper guy was my wife;s father."
The captain stopped walking toward the office. "You're kidding, I hope."
"Not in the least, my wife's name was Renelda Cooper Thomas Linderman. Cam Cooper's daughter; and she was no contact with her father. Cameron Cooper is a big shot. He has wealth, position and power. He has powerful friends, with evil minds, as does he." Toby looked at the body and shook his head. "Don't know him at all."
Toby left the captain to finish his paperwork and went back to the kitchen.
"How did you know this might happen?" Art was troubled by the events. "I don't like killing people, even if it's in the line of duty."
"I didn't know and I'm sorry my hunch came true. Art, if you and Minnie want to quit and find other work, I understand," Toby felt drained and defeated, and it sounded in his voice. He slumped in the chair and leaned his head back with closed eyes.
Toby didn't see the concerned look that flashed between Art and Minnie. Toby looked terrible, drawn, gaunt cheeks and deeply etched worry lines. He was actually thinking about Ma and Dad. How did they stand this kind of pressure, especially when they had so many kids and people to keep protected.
"We'll stay." Art said gruffly, and Minnie nodded.
"As soon as the crowd clears out, I'll be in the office, I have a terrible amount of work to do." Toby drank the tall glass of cool water Minnie put in front od him, and nodded his thanks.
He did have work to do; he needed to review the security footage, some where and some time, somebody would slip up and he would know who he was dealing with.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Big thank you.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#640
Clora grabbed Mark for a quick conference, explaining that they needed to talk to Tess, after supper. "The boys said she spent most of the afternoon in the garage crying..Something must be dreadfully wrong. and I also feel like this is not the time and the place for her to settle her responsibilities on the rest of us. I need help in organizing all the boxes we have moved, the garden, I'm just not as energetic as I used to be,"
Mark looked uncomfortable. "Do you really think I need to be there?"
"Yes I do," Clora was firm in her assent. "I am put out with her behavior, but she knows how to manipulate me. I'm a sucker for a sob story from Tess, I'm afraid I have babied Tess, Do you realize that the short time we were in Iowa, is the only time Tess has been remotely on her own.? Even then the boys were at our house more than they were home."
"Let's go to the office and talk in private, too many people out and about." Mark said in a low voice. Once in the office, Mark shut the door and sat in his chair with the alarming creak.
"Bessie was listening intently, I don't intend to create another Helga situation," Mark issued his command. "What we do and decide as the owners and parents is not open to comment. I haven't noticed that we need help in conducting our affairs." he said dryly.
"Agreed," Clora was happy to go with Mark's estimation. "To the subject at hand, have you noticed any problems that Tess might be experiencing? I have monitored her for a while and don't find much out of the ordinary."
"No, but I haven't really been looking. Unless someone is shooting, bleeding or paying me money, I tend to gloss over them." Mark made a small joke. "Tess aside, what did you think of our current bleeder?"
"Sloppy work."
"I wondered," Mark replied, holding up his hand when Clora would have said more. He pointed to the door and made a shushing sound .
Clora grabbed Mark for a quick conference, explaining that they needed to talk to Tess, after supper. "The boys said she spent most of the afternoon in the garage crying..Something must be dreadfully wrong. and I also feel like this is not the time and the place for her to settle her responsibilities on the rest of us. I need help in organizing all the boxes we have moved, the garden, I'm just not as energetic as I used to be,"
Mark looked uncomfortable. "Do you really think I need to be there?"
"Yes I do," Clora was firm in her assent. "I am put out with her behavior, but she knows how to manipulate me. I'm a sucker for a sob story from Tess, I'm afraid I have babied Tess, Do you realize that the short time we were in Iowa, is the only time Tess has been remotely on her own.? Even then the boys were at our house more than they were home."
"Let's go to the office and talk in private, too many people out and about." Mark said in a low voice. Once in the office, Mark shut the door and sat in his chair with the alarming creak.
"Bessie was listening intently, I don't intend to create another Helga situation," Mark issued his command. "What we do and decide as the owners and parents is not open to comment. I haven't noticed that we need help in conducting our affairs." he said dryly.
"Agreed," Clora was happy to go with Mark's estimation. "To the subject at hand, have you noticed any problems that Tess might be experiencing? I have monitored her for a while and don't find much out of the ordinary."
"No, but I haven't really been looking. Unless someone is shooting, bleeding or paying me money, I tend to gloss over them." Mark made a small joke. "Tess aside, what did you think of our current bleeder?"
"Sloppy work."
"I wondered," Mark replied, holding up his hand when Clora would have said more. He pointed to the door and made a shushing sound .
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you Pac. Another plant?
PacNorWest
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#641
Marks chair squeaked when h went to get up. Muttering under his breath, he crossed the room in three giant steps. Jerking the door open forcefully, there was no one there, Teeth clenched, and lips narrowed in anger, he shut the door and stomped back to his chair.
"I know I heard footsteps, I'm suspecting our good Miss Bessie, what do we know about her?"
"Not much really, mostly just on Tom's say so. She was a spinster until she married Tom, and it seems she is easily excitable, judging with the exchange with Gary."
"Humm, I need to do a background check on her. Is there any other suspects you might 'feel"? Mark had his fingers tented under his chin, as he contemplated the new threat.
"Not exactly," Clora looked out the window, staring at nothing in particular.
"I'd like to know," Mark said levelly. "Do we need to be armed?"
"No," Clora said with a deep sigh, she went around to Mark's chair and bent down to whisper in his ear. "Tess."
"What in the blue blazes!" Mark roared out. "Are you sure?"
Clora nodded her head silently. "Not 100% sure," she finally said, "but it's adding up pretty high. She's been strange ever since Wyatt left, and whatever it is, it's closed off to me." While she was so close to his ear, Clora planted a soft kiss right in the soft part below his ear.
"You vixen," Mark hissed and surprised Clora by swinging her around to sit on his lap. "There, now I can control you, you sneaky woman."
Clora didn't look like she was scared in the least. In fact she purred a little.
"Stop that!" Mark scolded, "Behave."
Clora gave a throaty laugh and snuggled deep into his arms. "Do you know that tomorrow we will have been married thirty years?"
"Really," Mark teased, "it seems like it's been way longer than that. Only thirty, huh?"
"I believe so, some of the years have run together, but going by Tess's age, it's thirty. It was only five years ago that the triplets were born. Have you ever wondered what happened to all the destruction that happened? Ben being caught in the church explosion? For example?"
"The only thing I can speculate happened, was another time warp. That's why I felt it has been way longer than thirty years.. But it's been a great thirty, wouldn't trade it for anything."
In retaliation, Mark kissed Clora under her ear, giving her a shiver of excitement when his moustache tickled her ear.
"That's one thing I like about cowboys," Clora purred again. "They look so handsome in their cookie dusters."
Marks chair squeaked when h went to get up. Muttering under his breath, he crossed the room in three giant steps. Jerking the door open forcefully, there was no one there, Teeth clenched, and lips narrowed in anger, he shut the door and stomped back to his chair.
"I know I heard footsteps, I'm suspecting our good Miss Bessie, what do we know about her?"
"Not much really, mostly just on Tom's say so. She was a spinster until she married Tom, and it seems she is easily excitable, judging with the exchange with Gary."
"Humm, I need to do a background check on her. Is there any other suspects you might 'feel"? Mark had his fingers tented under his chin, as he contemplated the new threat.
"Not exactly," Clora looked out the window, staring at nothing in particular.
"I'd like to know," Mark said levelly. "Do we need to be armed?"
"No," Clora said with a deep sigh, she went around to Mark's chair and bent down to whisper in his ear. "Tess."
"What in the blue blazes!" Mark roared out. "Are you sure?"
Clora nodded her head silently. "Not 100% sure," she finally said, "but it's adding up pretty high. She's been strange ever since Wyatt left, and whatever it is, it's closed off to me." While she was so close to his ear, Clora planted a soft kiss right in the soft part below his ear.
"You vixen," Mark hissed and surprised Clora by swinging her around to sit on his lap. "There, now I can control you, you sneaky woman."
Clora didn't look like she was scared in the least. In fact she purred a little.
"Stop that!" Mark scolded, "Behave."
Clora gave a throaty laugh and snuggled deep into his arms. "Do you know that tomorrow we will have been married thirty years?"
"Really," Mark teased, "it seems like it's been way longer than that. Only thirty, huh?"
"I believe so, some of the years have run together, but going by Tess's age, it's thirty. It was only five years ago that the triplets were born. Have you ever wondered what happened to all the destruction that happened? Ben being caught in the church explosion? For example?"
"The only thing I can speculate happened, was another time warp. That's why I felt it has been way longer than thirty years.. But it's been a great thirty, wouldn't trade it for anything."
In retaliation, Mark kissed Clora under her ear, giving her a shiver of excitement when his moustache tickled her ear.
"That's one thing I like about cowboys," Clora purred again. "They look so handsome in their cookie dusters."
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!