Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings

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The Linderman's got in the line of cars leaving the church and drove right past their house, Barely visible to the road, there were two large, dark windowed black Suburban's staged be hind the ho carpet/use.

Mark laughed. "Oh, I rally needed to see that this morning. That makes my day. Do you want to go look at carpet?"

"I'd rather get the rest of our stuff from the town house. Don should be there, he could help load up the pickup.' Clora sweetened her plea.

"Good idea, let's go with that." Mark approved.


Bub, Rosie and Mercy Rose were packing up, loading up Leroy's car MR planned to spend the night on Leroy's couch, then Don would come get her tomorrow and they would be married.

Bub was still grumbling about the wedding, but the rest of them were ignoring him. When Mark showed up, Bub confessed to breaking the ceiling light and told Mark "that was the strangest light bulb he had ever seen."

Mark perked up, and asked if the bulb was still in the trash.

"Yeah, what is it, some kinda special one.?" Bub drawled .

"Yes, and I thank you for fixing the chimney. I had a quote of $800.00, so I'd just as soon pay you." Mark whipped out his wallet and laid eight one hundred dollar bills on the table.

"I cain't take it all, we owe you and yer youngin fer gas and a place to stay."

"Then give the extra to Don and MR for a wedding present." Mark suggested.
 
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"Why, we could do that right handy," Bub perked up, "that'd be right gooden fer them and us." Bub was so pleased with himself to be able to give a wedding present to his dear MR, even if he was still suspicious of that guy she thought so much of.

Bub made a big show of giving 400 to MR, telling her to keep that in her purse for emergencies.

"You never know when you might need it." he cautioned with a fond look at Mercy. "I'm just gonna rest easier knowing you have a little bit of money."

"Thank you Granddad," MR kissed the leathery, whiskered cheek, and smiled. "Thank you also Grandma, you are so good to me. I'm so happy that we are all going to be together here in town; it is such a relief to me to know you are safe and taken care of."

"Pshaw," Bub mumbled, "now you get that folded up and in yer pocket, and we won't say nuthin more about it." he said with great finality. just as cousin Leroy came through the front door.

"Uncle, are you ready to go? Connie Sue don't like o wait Sunday dinner a'tal."

Bub looked at MR, and Clora broke in to say, "we'll see that she gets to your place tonight."

Bub relaxed, he was ready to make a scene if MR thought she was gonna stay the night in this house with that young whippersnapper. He waved and helped Rosie on with her coat. "Se ya in a couple of days, you don't forget to call yer Grandma, soes she dont worry." his words echoed through the almost empty living room on the way out.

MR rubbed her forehead and smiled. "What can I do to help? Do you know where Don might be?"

Don was unloading the boxes Clora had given him in a corner of the living room; then he helped Gary load the U-Haul with the furniture one man could';nt load alone.

"Milo has a moving company packing up his stuff. Woody's money sure talks loud, when he wants it too. Me, we gotta do it on the cheap." Gary laughed." If you help me unload, you're welcome to use the U-Haul, and I'll help you move."

"Done deal," Don quickly agreed, and they made it happen.

":Don't forget there are busses to wash on Tuesday."


"You sure know how to ruin a guy's honeymoon." Don mock complained, "but I'll be there."

Gary's clutch and clutter was unloaded through the front door of Milo;'s place as the moving company hauled the last boxes out the kitchen door.

Milo waved, flipped Gary the keys and waved at Don. "See ya guys, isn't this a scream, all this moving." and then he was gone.


Don and Gary showed up at the town house, to find Clora, Mark and MR busy loading the pickup.
 
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"Hey, whoa. MR, what are you doing, I want you to sit down, I don't want you working." Don was loud and adamant, shocked that his parents expected his darling to work

"Don, relax, I'm young and strong. The pans of food that I lift at work weigh much more than I am lifting here." Mercy Rose protested.

"Then you'll find another type of work." Don issued his decree.

"No, no I won't. I like that job, it fits well with the courses I take; the work is nit that difficult, and I get a meal. So, I will be keeping my job." MR was as definate as Don.

Gary went "whoee," and busied himself going to the basement. The look on Don's face was one of astonishment. He had no idea MR had some ideas about saying no to him.

"Don," Clora had a warning in her voice.

Don ignored his mother, staring steadily at MR. "I intend to help. your parents have been wonderful, and this is the only ay I can help. I thank you Don for being concerned for me, but I am not a helpless person. I think we should postpone our wedding untill we get to know one another better. This is a big difference of opinion we need to settle,"
 
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Don was silent for a long drawn out minute. "Wait for me, I'd like to take you to Leroy's after we get the trailer unloaded."

"Ok, I;ll go to your folks and help them unload, oick me up there." MR smiled at Don, noting that his eyes looked confused and wary.

Don nodded and went to the basement with Gary to bring up the last few boxes.

"See ya in an hour or so," Don said to MR as he and Gary went upstairs for the minimal amount of bedroom furniture in his room.

Hurt feelings hung heavy in the air, and Mark and Clora headed for the garage. It was mostly cleaned out, just a few odds and ends here and there.

"When we get home, don't say anything important, I'm assuming the place is bugged." Mark warned.
 
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"Are we taking clean stuff home?" Clora asked, referring to bugged boxes. "What if they took your cleaner"

"Right here," Mark patted the inside pocket of his western suit. The sharp looking cut of the western cloth accenting his still well muscled form.

Clora patted his arm. "I should have known,you ar always far ahead on everything."

Mark put his arm around Clora and gave her a hug, "Shall we go swim in the troubled waters of young love?"

"I would rather go home, do you think we should take MR with us? I don't think she knows much of our history."

"Yeah, let's send her with Don, I don't feel like explaining what we're gonna find at home."

They went back in the house, setting the kids on the correct path. Two of them had stubborn attitudes, and Gary was chuckling over the whole situation, extremely happy he wasn't in the line of Ma and Dad's no nonsense correction.

The trio left, Mark locked the house and they drove away'

Eula's house looked almost normal, except for the bedroom carpet that had a pray pattern of blue dye that stretched from Mark's dresser to the door.

The room that had been trashed was his study. There was blue dye everywhere, The crowbar the intruders had used to pry open the bottom locked desk drawer, lay on the floor, covered with smeared handprints.

Mark was laughing silently, as he carefully swept the bug finder through the house. There were six listening devices and two cameras.

He flushed everything, after looking over the tiny machines, hoping to identify the agency involved.
 
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It was Clora that found the extremely rude sign in the bottom of the sink. There was blue dye splattered all over, where someone had tried to quickly flush off the fresh stain.

There was a childish drawing of three closed fingers, with the middle finger extended, Clora couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Mark, you had better come see this," she called out. "You obviously hit a nerve"

"Well, isn't that rude," he looked over her shoulder at the blue marks on the white porcelain.

"Hang'em" he sputtered, "how unprofessional. We must be dealing with . kindergarteners, No self respecting operative would stoop that low."

"I'm afraid we will need a new sink,: Clora said later as she trialed everything to clean off the blue scribbles.

"Let's consider a new sink and a dishwasher, and let's get rid of this gold and orange circle patterened kitchen carpet. That's about as attractive as a cat's hairball vomit."

"Mark," Clora tried to scold in between laughing. "What an awful thing to say."

"The carpet in here stinks like all the rest of the place. In fact, replacing the carpet and painting sounds like the right thing to do." Mark sounded well satisfied.
 
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Tyson squirmed in his chair. He certainly didn't enjoy being tied up, while these two jokers quibbled about which on of them was Smith and which one Jones.

"What the hell difference does it make," he snarled at the two quarreling men.

Immediately, the two stopped arguing and turned their attention to Tyson. Loud mouthed braggart that he was, Tyson felt a frisson of fear when Yuma whipped out his Bowie knife and advanced in the rope secured prisoner.

Before Tyson had time to yell, or reconsider his foolish words, Yuma grabbed the hair by Tyson's cheek and sliced off a hunk of hair and earlobe..

"Jest like Festus in Gunsmoke, you lost the hangey down part of yer ear." Yuma chortled, waving the blood dripping knife in front of Tyson's face, "I guess that'll learn ya to keep yer mouth shut.'

Tyson wanted to scream and curse against the indignity and pain, but Yuma was standing a little too close for comfort, wiping his knife on Tyson's pant leg, the implied area of the next cut, ...if it was necessary.

Tyson gritted his teeth and felt he blood running down the side of his neck. He was shaking, these two old coots were seriously deranged. Who knew what they might do if they got mad. Right now, they were joking, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
 
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"Ya know, there's sumthin about you two boys that plumb irritates me. The likes of you dirty, low down pin heads with no head smarts; you scum give honest crooks a bad name." Buzz was cradling his coffee cup in both hands, acting as though he was deeply disappointed in his captives.

That's when Tyson and Clayton came to the slow realization that both Buz and Yuma were under the influence.. Under what, they weren't sure, but it wasn't just coffee in that mug.

When Yuma finished whetting his knife, he shoved the crockery bowl toward Buzz. Buzz had a 8"fixed blade that he slid the sharp edge along the hairs on this arm.

Dusty brown hairs piled up on the table' the grossest thing Clayton had ever seen. He wasn't sure why the demonstration bothered him so much, but he wanted to vomit.

Not a good situation, Clayton told himself, those two wasted jerks were liable to do anything..
 
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