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At From Hell Court:
Malachi *wakes up the next
morning on the couch, feeling very groggy. He looks beside him, where Manouche
had fallen asleep in his arms, he’s alone. He yawns, stretches, slowly
sits up, running a hand through his hair. He stands up, stumbles through the
apartment looking for her, though he knows he’s wasting his time; she’s gone.
He goes to the kitchen, puts some coffee on, lights a cigarette, thinks about everything that’s been happening
lately, up to and including last night; he shakes his head, not sure whether to laugh or be completely disgusted with himself*
*He put a stop to it. HE. Malachi. Mister girl-in-every-port, love-‘em-and-leave-‘em, I-promise-I’ll-call-when-I-come-back-through-this-way-baby
himself. Oh, what a laugh the lads would have at this. He turned down an opportunity to make love to a woman he’s genuinely admired for years. But it was no use, he couldn’t go through with it; and he couldn’t let her go through with it. It’s too soon after what happened, she's too vulnerable … he feared she
would regret it. They had kissed for awhile, and the dreamer aspect of the kisses
and caresses was extraordinary, lending an intensity to everything … as it might feel to be experiencing lovemaking
for the very first time, but with none of the awkwardness of the young novice … and even that didn’t come close
to describing how beautiful it was. But it was too soon. He had finally said something to that effect, gently – and most regretfully – putting a stop
to the proceedings; and she had agreed, tears in her eyes. Though he knew he
was doing the right thing, part of him rather wished she would’ve argued the point a bit. He told her as much, and she laughed, drew him close and kissed him affectionately on the cheek. He held her, stroking her hair, until she dropped off to sleep. He
tightened his arms around her, sighed. Sometimes he really hates being right.*
*He pours coffee, picks up
the cup, cigarette in mouth, walks back over to the couch, looks down at the folder she left with him. Stares at it for a few minutes before he finally picks it up and starts leafing through it again. He looks at the photos of her new property, thinks once it’s fixed up, it’ll
really be something. He thinks about the little house on the river, and finds
he’s looking forward to moving into it. He can’t remember the last
time he actually lived in a house. He then comes to the envelope marked “Will
and Trust Funds” – he holds it for a minute, then finally his curiosity gets the better of him, and he opens it. He laughs out loud at the letter on top, written in Manouche’s hand*
I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, you bounder! Opportunistic
as ever, aren’t you? No worries, you know I wouldn’t forget you. Go ahead, read it over … I trust you implicitly, or I never would’ve left
these papers in your care. All kidding aside, cheers to my dear friend …
whatever happens, wherever either or both of us are, I’m forever grateful that I have you in my life. Je vous aime, cher ami de pirate,
Manouche
*He shakes his head, grinning,
sets the letter aside, slowly goes through the documents. Though the paperwork
still needs to be legally finalized, her intentions are all listed, organized and in proper order; the accountant and the
lawyer have done their work well. Money set aside for her godson, William Wonka
… Alifi … Mr. and Mrs. Abberline and family … a separate fund especially for Raven, with mention of her
new property going to him in case of her untimely demise, for him to do with as he pleases once he comes of age. Malachi’s eyes mist over as he comes to his own information, touched by her generosity toward him. She’s also set aside something for Pam and Gili, O’Malley, Gilbert and
Melissa, the Hansons, Marijke and Roux, Vice-Mayor Lisa and Cesar … then he comes to a document for Willy and Madame. Manouche sees no point in giving them money, since they have plenty; so she has purchased
a sizeable piece of land on the west side of town, to be developed into a park, however they want to design it, named as they
choose. Malachi grins when he reads where the property is located; he happens
to know, through word going around From Hell Court, that Commander Portsmith has had her eye on those grounds for future development
of one of her housing projects. He’s sure that this is no coinkydink. He laughs out loud* Good one, trouble
girl … Portsmith is not going to be at all happy about this particular bit o’ piracy. *The last document is a sizeable donation to the Deppville Public Library, to be used to build a memorial
wing in the name of William Blake. He reads this one over carefully, nods, then
piles everything back in the folder, sets it back on the table.*
*He sighs, picks up his coffee,
drinks slowly, brooding. He looks across the room, out the window, wondering
where she is now. He lights another cigarette.
He knows without a doubt, he definitely did the right thing last night. But
still … sometimes he really hates being right.*
At the hospital:
Corso *after leaving his
apartment, goes searching after that redhead who sold the jeweler Hunter the antique gold set, enters the hospital and goes
to the receptionist* Hi, I've got a little unusual question.
Andrew *disinterested,
looks up* Don't they all.
Corso: I
am looking for a woman.
Andrew: Nothing unusual in that.
Corso
*annoyed* Look, you little brat, why don't you snap to attention and listen till
I'm finished? *Andrew rolls his eyes* Now. I am looking for a woman, as I said. I
don't know her name, but she was probably working here at the hospital a little time ago.
A stunner. If you've seen her, you'd remember. Young, beautiful, gorgeous body, long red hair – a Rita Hayworth?
Andrew: Ain't no Ritas here, sorry. Why don't you look somewhere else
for women, mate?
Corso *grins* Aye, I'll do that. Pity about that reward there was to someone who'd know anything 'bout her.
Oh well, it wasn't your lucky day, mate. *turns to go*
Andrew *hurriedly* Wait, wait, you said red long hair, that must be Daphne you mean.
Corso *turns
around* Daphne who?
Andrew *shrugs*
Just Daphe. She was a nurse here but then she probably managed to snatch
some rich guy ‘cause she sailed away in a gorgeous car. She was seeing
someone with money cause she bragged about a pair of earrings that she got from an admirer.
Corso *getting interested*
Now did she. You don't know who that admirer was?
Andrew: She didn't tell. Just someone.
She had plenty of those, and they gave her precious gifts.
Corso: You
never saw her together with someone?
Andrew: Yes, she used to date that
stray guy, Malachi, they sat often at Chez Roux, but there's no doubt that all she got from him was a coupla free drinks. That's what she always complained about.
Corso *Turns to leave* Thanks.
Andrew: Hey, the reward?
Corso: What reward?
Andrew: The one you
promised.
Corso: I don't remember.
*shrugs* Did I really promise you a reward? All I remember saying is, pity about the reward, not that you would get it. Bye! *grins and turns, walks out satisfied with a new lead* Malachi – that was the lockup guy I freed, the one Manouche pleaded for. Oh those beautiful books she had ... *decides to try his luck first at Chez Roux*
At The Brave:
F Connolly: I take it Mr. Corso didn’t tell you
about his phone call to me?
O’Malley: Not a word …
F Connolly: I figured as much. It did sound like you’d put the fear in him …*grins* An’
I added a little to it.
O’Malley *grinning* Do tell!
F Connolly: A friend of mine from Dublin, Mulligan, called me and told me that an
acquaintance of his was going to contact me. Mulligan didn’t know what
it was about, but he did warn me that no matter if someone had hired Mr. Corso for a job, he’d mostly be working for
himself. So when I got the call and he started asking questions, I embellished
a little – told him a mighty good story, if I do say so myself.
O’Malley: Did ye now? *turns serious* About me father?
F Connolly *nods* Aye, about yer father. You know about the soul box I take it. *goes on as O’Malley
nods* Well, I told him that you were the daughter of the leader of guardians
… not actually possible, because they’re not human and never were.
O’Malley *breathes a sigh of relief* Bloody ‘ell,
for a moment I thought I were connected te that bloody box!
F Connolly *lowers eyes for a moment; gazes at her in seriousness* You
sort of are … I’m sure it doesn’t mean much, but there’s a connection.
O’Malley *eyes wide* Blimey … I need a
drink before ye go on, mate. *reaches out for the absinthe bottle, but suddenly
it moves seemingly on its own and into F Connollly’s hand; stares at him*
F Connolly: There’s a reason I know so much about
your father and your powers. *Glances at the bottle* Absinthe?
O’Malley *lowers eyes* I … it helps subdue
things ye don’t want reachin’ the surface, savvy? I’ve ‘ad
a bit o’ a rough time as o’ late. These bloody powers an’ Mr.
Brasco leavin’ because of ‘em.
F Connolly *looks at her with sympathy; speaks softly, but firmly* I
understand, but you’ll need your senses to be sharp once we start training … I take it you haven’t been
doing much witchcraft lately either? And I don’t mean potions like your
mother. I mean spells and such.
O’Malley *frowns, meets his gaze* How’d
ye know about that? Bloody ‘ell, ye know more about me than I do!
F Connolly *smiles* And I will explain it all. Do you have anything else in your cupboards than absinthe?
O’Malley *jokingly* Aye, I ‘ave rum, scotch,
a bit o’ vodka … *grins* An’ coffee an’ tea. *She rises and leads the way to the cabin where she makes them coffee.*
O’Malley *serves coffee for F Connolly and herself, sits down by the table opposite him* Sorry I don’t ‘ave anything te eat ... if yer starvin’ we can make
a trip te the market or eat at Chez Roux.
F Connolly *smiles* It’s fine, coffee will do
for now. Best tell you about your father … and apparently also about your
grandmother. Thought you’d remember her for sure.
O’Malley *drinks of her coffee* I remember a
little, but it’s been a long time.
F Connolly: Well, she had wiccan powers – it
runs in the family on your mother’s side, but I guess it skipped a generation, because your mom didn’t have it.
*Curiously* Do you practice witchcraft
at all?
O’Malley: Not much. I thought the telekinetic powers were linked te witchcraft so I avoided all magic. But not too long ago I did try a bit – with little success as it were. *Smiles* I can light a candle without matches.
F Connolly *nods* Good! We can use that in your training, tap into that control of your senses.
O’Malley *sceptically* If ye say so … but
first, who was my father?
F Connolly: His name was Quinn Doherty. I knew him when we were about your age … a shaman like me.
O’Malley *quietly* Past tense … so he’s
…?
F Connolly *Hesitates, searches for the right words* Aye,
his human form is gone. Ye see, your father and I heard of the soul box and became
quite obsessed with finding it. Find it we did. We
planned to tab into its powers and so increase our own powers. *Rolls up his
sleeve and shows her the tattoo; rolls up the sleeve again and continues* It
quickly became clear to me that even if we managed to release its powers, we wouldn’t be able to control it. I could feel that it was black magic … real nasty too! I
resisted the temptation and decided to become a priest – meeting real evil really makes ye believe in Heaven and Hell,
I’ll tell ye! I tried to convince your father of throwing that box far
away, but it was too late. It consumed him and he became a shadow; cursed to
protect the soul box for all eternity under the command of the real guardians.
O’Malley *listens intently, eyes wide* Blimey!
He’s really gone then … I never expected te be reunited with me long
lost father, but … *tears form in her eyes* I guess I still ‘oped.
F Connolly *softly* I’m sorry, Gracie. *O’Malley smiles appreciatively* Like I said, I don’t
think the connection to the shadows or the soul box is anything to worry about. The
powers that were passed on to you, comes from the man, not the shadow.
O’Malley: Good!
At Chez Roux:
Malachi *having spent some
time packing things to take over to move into Manouche and Blake’s house, decides to take a break. He considers the tavern, then decides he’d rather have a little walk first. He leaves the Court, walks through town, reaches the docks, looks out at the water, thinks of Manouche
when he sees the empty slip where The Viper usually is docked. After a few minutes,
he leaves the docks, heads over to Chez Roux. He enters, takes a place at the
bar, orders a rum, glances over and cringes when he sees Corso sitting at a table. He
looks away quickly, pulls his hat down low over his eyes, hopes he doesn’t see him; lights a cigarette, nods thanks
as the barkeep sets the drink before him*
Corso *sees Malachi hiding
under his hat, grabs his bag and strolls over to the bar, orders himself a drink* You
know, Malachi, hiding under a hat is the best way to get attention. *grins* Have you made any more nice trips to the Commander's castle? There's lots of lockups and dungeons to explore.
Malachi *grimaces, rolls
eyes, turns, smiles charmingly at Corso* Well, well, Dean Corso, as I live and
breathe. Haven’t seen any fresh forgeries around town lately. Don’t tell me you’ve been down with writer’s cramp?
*leans closer, speaks in low voice* Word of warning, mate. If Manouche ever catches up with you for that, you’re going to learn that the pen ISN’T mightier
than the sword.
Corso *greatly offended* I don't know what you are talking 'bout, mate and I doubt you would know a forgery
from the real thing. Fact is, I am doing some important investigating. Actually looking for a lady you might know rather well. Heard
that you've had plenty of them - hit and run, aint't *winks*. What's the secret? That hat?
Malachi *smirks* Now if I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it, bunnypants? *takes a drink* Important investigation, eh? Well, I’m feeling generous today … who is it you’re looking for? Although I warn you, I’m very discreet about my numerous lady friends. It's the gent in me.
But fire away, I’ll see if I can assist.
Corso *grins again* I have
my own little secrets...You have frequently and not very discreetly been seen with a gorgeous redhead, who worked at the hospital.
Name's Daphne. Does it ring a bell to you? I was told she was your girlfriend until she left the town.
Malachi *raises eyebrows* Ah yes, sweet Daphne … face like an angel, body that won’t quit, hair
like a russet waterfall … *nudges Corso* That’s poetry, son, you
can write that down if you like … and more of a brain in her head than a lot of people gave her credit for. She pulled off quite the prank just before she left town. Discretion
prevents me from going into too much detail, but trust me, it was a good laugh. *finishes
his cigarette, stamps it out in ashtray on bar* Sorry I can’t help you
on her whereabouts. Our tryst was short-lived, though we remained friends, even
after she hooked up with someone else. I know she left town, I know she left
by herself, in a sweet little vintage Mustang. But I have no idea where she went,
and that’s the honest truth. *leans closer*
However, I do have my contacts … I could possibly locate her for you, with the proper incentive, and if I could
have some idea of what this is all about.
Corso: That doesn't rhyme, dear Malachi, but I'd be happy to meet a woman who inspires even to bad poetry. I am trying to find her because of a jewel set she apparently sold to a buddy of mine,
let's just say that I take a very keen interest in some missing parts of it. *looks
around, and when he's satisfied that no one can see them, he pulls one of the earrings out of the bag* Ever seen her wearing these? Or seen a matching ring? Some admirer gave her these, and she got her Mustang with them from that buddy of
mine, but even though he calls himself a jeweler he didn't know that these are more valuable than a car, be it a Mustang,
especially with the ring. Seems that some stupid rich bloke fell hard for her. Maybe she would reveal who it was.
Malachi *studies the earring,
recognizes the style that matches the ring they borrowed – with every intention of giving back – to have
a copy made. He looks at Corso, maintains a poker face.* Can’t say I ever saw her wearing anything like that. *holds
up hand, barkeep pours him another drink* Valuable, eh? How valuable? And why do you care, surely you don’t
give a toss that your buddy was ripped off by a redhead. What’s your interest? ‘Cause the way I see it, your interest could become my interest … if I’m
interested. *grins, takes a drink*
Corso *studies him carefully,
but doesn't see any change in his poker face* You haven’t seen them? I don't care a toss for that buddy of mine.
Actually, I bought the set from him ‘cause it seemed to me that they were faked and I so to say helped him to
get rid of them. Imagine my astonishment when I later discovered that they were
the real thing. Couldn't believe my luck.
*grins, lights a cigarette* They are unique, mate, but the ring is the
one I am after. It is a very special ring.
So, there is a lot of money in this little earring. With my contacts,
I could easily realize this earring and live happily for a while ... So, I offer
you a part of the profit for knowledge, either of the whereabouts of that redhead or the name of that ardent admirer. Savvy, like you pirates say?
Malachi *nods, smiling* We have an accord. *reaches out, shakes
hands with him* I’ll see if any of my associates can locate Miss Daphne. I’ll then try to talk to her, either by phone or in person, ask her if she can
shed some light on this. Now, when and if I find out any information …
at that time, we’ll figure out just how much my “part” of the profit will be. Oh, and Dean … *grabs his arm* … I don’t know that it matters to you, but your general
reputation in the Court is fairly solid. You’re an opportunist, like the
rest of us, but word on the street is that you have a knack for discerning the right time to be a straight shooter, as it
were. So continue to live up to that standard when you’re dealing with
me, and we’ll get along just fine. However, if you try anything untoward
with me … well, I happen to know of a certain police officer who’s not too keen on men who mess with his wife. I also happen to know that Portsmith would be very interested to hear about that little
apartment hideaway of yours. *lets go of Corso’s arm, reaches up, pats
him hard on the cheek.* Savvy, mate. Savvy. *laughs to himself, then signals barkeep* Another
round, for myself and my friend here -- *nods toward Corso* – whatever
he’s having. *barkeep serves them both, Malachi smiles at Corso disarmingly*
Corso
*unperturbed by the words of warning, smiles, he's used to hearing all that before*
A whisky, thank you. I see that you are experienced in the trade. I
got some hold on you too, and that's as it should be. Wouldn't be in it with
anyone who doesn't watch his back. *downs his drink* Right, I am
waiting to hear more from Miss Daphne. Maybe, if you find her, she would grant
me a private audience ... *grins* Just find that ring for me ... *puts the glass
down* Got to go now. Urgent matters.
At Bournemouth House:
*There's
a knock on the door. Abberline opens it to find a neatly but conservatively dressed woman who smiles and introduces herself.*
Woman:
Hello my name is Selena Coombs. You
must be Mr. Abberline. I'm pleased to meet you. May
I come in? I was told in town you might use my services. *Smiles*
Abberline
*curious, invites her in* Services? What
kind of services?
Selena
*seated in the living room, continues* I've been informed that you are newly
married with a baby on the way, as well as a 10 year old son. May I offer my
congratulations. *Smiles sweetly* I
was told as well that you need someone to cook and do the housekeeping. You will
want your wife to concentrate on the children and yourself instead of burdening her with household duties. Now the reason I'm here is that I need a job and a place to live. Now
I'll tell you about myself. I'm a former school teacher, I worked my way through
collage employed in a nursery school. My favorite hobby is gourmet cooking and
I am a meticulous housekeeper. I am offering my services to you in exchange for
room and board as well as a small stipend.
Abberline: Yes, my wife is
not into cooking or housekeeping. *looks at her, decides that she has the right
look for a housekeeper, a former school teacher, conservative looking, respectable, good mannered. And they really need someone, so he smiles at her politely* I
think you may be the one we need. Do you have any references?
Selena:
You'll find all you need in here. *Hands
him a plain brown envelope* I assure you that I will not disappoint. In addition, if you wish, I can home school your son and after the baby's birth, lend any
assistance that you might require. I'm in residence at Chez Roux at the
moment and I'll look forward to hearing from you soon. Your wife is indeed lucky
to have such a caring husband and live in such a lovely home. I'll wish you good
day then. *Smiles*
Abberline
*takes the envelope, smiles at her* Fine! Excellent.
I can take a look at these, but you can consider yourself hired already. When would you be able to start? I will
have to have one of the rooms to be prepared for you. I am sure my wife will
be thrilled about this. I'll contact you at Chez Roux.
Selena:
You are most kind. I'll be happy
to start at your earliest convenience. I'll await your call. *Takes her leave, smiling*
At
the Security office:
Portsmith
*enters her office in a very good mood after seeing Manouche sail away. She feels
that she can breathe more freely immediately after the sails of her ships disappeared beyond the horizon* Charlie? Did you collect her from the station?
Charlie
*slouches in an armchair reading a mag with a half nude girl on the cover* Yea,
I did. Took her to Chez Roux as you said and gave her your instructions. The name and the address and that background info.
Portsmith: Perfect. I wouldn't want dear Fred land into trouble with housekeeping,
can't trust a pirate to do that. Especially now that Sergeant Godley is on that
special mission. I hope you invented a far enough place for him to go to?
Charlie:
I did. Picked a place that sounded
exotic to me, though I can't remember it now. That is quite a hell of a housekeeper,
Commander.
Portsmith: Hell? No,
Miss Coombs was sent from Heaven to me.
At
Bournemouth House:
*Later, when Kat comes back
from shopping for stuff for the baby's room*
Abberline: Did you find what you wanted? *takes her in his arms, smiles*
Kat dear, I have wonderful news. I
hired a housekeeper today, a very respectable looking ex-school teacher. She
even promised to home school Raven. Now you don't have to tire out yourself with
cooking or any household chores. Her name is Miss Coombs, Selena Coombs, and
she'll be moving in as fast as I can get a room in order for her.
Kat *Smiles*
Luv, next time ye gotta come with me there be so much to see. Couldna figure what some of it were for. A 'ousekeeper, eh,
now what be goin' te 'appen iffen we decide te be doin' it on that kitchen table again. Savvy? *Laughs* Guess we be 'avin' te
wait for 'er days off. Don't we? Selena
Coombs, seems like I 'eard that name somewhere a fore. Well least now ye
won't 'ave te worry bout gettin' tomain poisonin' fro tryin' te eat my fixin's eh?
Abberline: Did you buy anything? We'll just have to read those mags more,
but I suppose the housekeeper knows lot about children and their stuff too. And I don't want my wife spending her
time in the kitchen. You just take care of the baby and yourself and *smiles*
me. I am going to miss the kitchen table ... *hesitates* What do those mags say, isn't it soon harmful for the
baby to do it anywhere?
Kat *Laughs*
No silly they're sayin' doin' it don't do no 'arm to the babe. *More subdued* Though I be thinkin' ye might not be findin'
me to appealin' when I get further along. *Sighs*
Abby? They also say there's bein' classes 'bout 'ow to care for babies.
Ye know … 'ow te 'old 'em, bathe, feed and change 'em. Ye suppose I could maybe see bout takin' one. I don't want
to be 'urtin' 'er none after she comes, savvy?
Abberline: Are you sure about that? I'll always find you attractive ...
*a little nervous, he frowns and thinks of his anxiety about Victoria's
pregnancy, the uneasiness of seeing her, the ways he invented to avoid being with her and even looking at her,
but he believes this time is going to be different* Taking a class like
that would probably be a good idea, love, if you feel unsure. *thinks of her with the baby daughter in her arms, smiles
to himself* You are going to be a perfect mother anyway, I can see
it ...
Kat: O'course I be sure *Considers a moment* But I found it passin' strange that they were warnin' against doin' it once labor began. I 'ave te wonder who it was that inspired that warnin', savvy?? A
prefect mother? *Sighs* I 'aven't
exactly been mother of the year for Raven nor a perfect wife neither.
Abberline *eyes wide with
shock* Labor? You are joking, aren't you? *hurriedly*
Seems to me like a very good advice ... This time we both are going to do it
all right. I have no doubt that you will be a good mother and ... and .. this
time I will be by your side, you won't be alone. And now that we got the
housekeeper, we will have plenty of time for each other. And Raven and the
baby. I've got to learn how to be a father. *smiles sadly* Don't have much of a role model for that, except Godley, but I don't think I'll ever be like him. Did you bring any of those instruction manuals? I found one
you had bought, but it was for dog obedience training. Though I didn't notice
until I read the first chapter.
Kat: Aye, I 'ave many of them manuals but they be a bit cunfusin'. *Brightens* Maybe ye might want te take one of those classes with me. Some fathers do and we could learn together. Savvy?
Abberline *suspiciously*
What do they do there? If it's for handling babies, isn't it strictly
for mothers? Or do you mean .. that I should have to learn all that
... that whatever you do with a baby? I wouldn't even dare to hold one.
Kat *Horrified* Ye mean ye could look at yer daughter and be not wantin' te 'old 'er close in yer arms? My 'eart would break at the thought. I wouldna expect ye te
learn all. But I would think that in an emergency ye'd least wise wanta 'ave
some idea what te do.
Abberline: How would
I know, I've never held any baby, least of all my own, I fear I would only drop her. Those babies, they are so
small ... I saw one of the Wonka triplets. If you think it necessary, I can come with you, but I feel that
you as a mother and our housekeeper are the ones that can take care of the baby. I
don't even want to think what an emergency means. Kat, I need time to prepare
for all this and you have to understand me ... you know what happened to my baby ...
Kat: O'course luv. Forgive me. Take
yer time as ye need. But ye'll see in the end ye'll not be able te resist 'oldin'
'er. All will be well. No worries,
savvy?
Abberline:
I do hope so, I hope everything will be well. I'll
think about that course. Kat, I have some work to do, do you mind if I go to
the Office for a short while? Get some rest. I'll
call Miss Coombs that she can move in tomorrow, she can have that spare room near the dining-room. *embraces her, then goes to the office to gather the papers he was working with, a list of the cameras.
His desk in his study is flowing with papers and photos and diverse things, and
while he's trying to locate the one he wants, he notices the small package the mailman delivered, still unopened. He takes it an opens it, finds the note of Daphne, raises an eyebrow and opens the box only to find his
precious ring, Victoria's engagement ring. Baffled, he looks at it, then reads the note again.*
Dear Freddie,
I’m so pleased to
have found a replacement for your ring. It’s probably not quite as valuable as the original, but I think it’s
awfully close, n'est-ce pas? After we parted, I was feeling so guilty for my dishonesty to you, so I’m grateful
for this chance to make amends. Isn’t it true, honesty is the best policy. Best of luck in your marriage,
Fondly,
Daphne
Abberline: What the .... *he opens the drawer where he knew he put the
ring when Manouche returned it to him, and the ring is still there. He stares
at the two rings, turns them in his hands, but they seem to be identical, even to the inscription, the very old and faded
name Frances. He shakes his head in confusion.
Which one is real? Are there two
of them? Where did Daphne get the second one from? Forgetting the cameras, he puts the rings in his pocket and goes downstairs, and phones Miss Coombs that
she can begin immediately*
Malachi *approaches Bournemouth
House, hesitates at door, then rings bell*
Abberline *is on his way
out to the Office when he hears the bell, opens the door and stops when he sees Malachi, eyes him with deep suspicion* So why's the honour? Last time I saw you,
you were very anxious to keep a wide berth.
Malachi *smirks* Warm and fuzzy as ever, aren’t you? Look, I won’t
keep you long, I promise. But this is important.
I’ve been trying to keep my nose outta things that aren’t my business, but … *thinks of Manouche,
how she’s begged him to go easy on Abberline* … well, this is important.
*motions for Abberline to step outside, shut the door behind him. Speaks
in low voice* Listen … Dean Corso approached me yesterday, asking a lotta
questions about a certain piece of jewelry. He says a buddy of his purchased
a set of earrings and a necklace from a redhead not long ago. He showed me one
of the earrings. He’s figured out that the redhead is Daphne, and he’s
figured out that these came from a suitor of hers. He asked me, because he knows
I was seeing her for awhile. He tells me he’s looking for a ring that matches
the set. Why he’s looking for the ring, or how he knows there’s a
ring, is beyond me. But … I thought I would mention all this to you. I know you were with Daphne for awhile, and of everyone she dated when she was here, I
couldn’t imagine jewelry like that coming from anyone else but you. So
… be careful. I don’t know what Corso’s planning. Usually, he’s fairly harmless, especially now that he’s on Portsmith’s short list. But … you never know. *stands back,
smiles* And that’s all I wanted to say.
See, that didn’t hurt, did it? Now I’ll take your leave and
I won’t bother you again. Any questions?
Abberline: The antique gold set? *with a shrug* You must be well aware
of all the guys she dated. Yes, I gave them to her. Except the ring, she stole it. *thinks of the two rings, but
doesn't want to tell it to Malachi* Hope she got a good price. Actually, I'd like to know why you did not tell Corso about your suspicions? I am so impressed by your sudden good will.
Malachi: I have my reasons, and they’re none of your business. I
have to keep up my mysterious persona, don’t I? *looks at him for a moment,
shakes his head* I’ve always been a lot more on your side than you ever
seemed to think. Especially after we compared notes and found that we …
both lost loved ones because of the Order. So for what it’s worth, Inspector,
I have no plans to tell any of this to Corso, and I simply offer you the warning, free of ties or obligations. Do whatever you want with it. Consider it a belated wedding
present. *shrugs*
Abberline: Really? *shrugs* Thanks.
Malachi: Forget it. If you need me, I’ll either be at From Hell
Court, or at Manouche’s old place. She’s moved out, I’m moving
in. Sweet, huh? And now, I’ll
be on my way. You have company coming.
How do I know? I just know. *holds
hands out, winks* Dreamer. See you
around, Inspector. *laughs softly, turns, leaves Abberline standing on the porch*
Abberline *returns back in,
trying to figure out his motives – and what's so special in a ring. Goes
to the living-room, looking after the original box the set came in*
At Corso’s apartment:
Corso *Very pleased with
himself, arrives to the apartment, hears the music* Hello Britt, what a
coincidence, I am here! Though wouldn't you mind putting something merrier in
the player. I've got reason to celebrate. *tosses
his coat on the floor and searches for her, finds her in the bedroom, looks at her surprised* What
ever are you crying for? *sits at the bedside* Hey,
turn at least around and look at me. *brushes her hair off and touches her cheek*
Nothing can be that bad.
Britt *sniffs, looks at Dean*
He's left me. Tom's gone ... he
took the kids and just went. There was a note ... *turns off the song*
Corso *surprised* Gone where? Why?
Britt: I don't know. The note said he might never come back. That it was goodbye.
Corso *whistles, thinks of
the prospects it opens* Oh. And he had the sense to take the kids with
him. *shakes his head* Very sorry
to hear that, but that's life. I think … *sits at the bedside* that you
could need some consolation ...
Britt: Not in this scratchy uniform. *her cuffs land to the floor,
she goes into another room and puts on a shirt and shorts, she walks back into the room and plops onto the large soft blanket,
and loves how it's cool on her legs* Consolation ... would be nice.
Corso: Now I wouldn't want you to feel bad ... *leans in on her and gives her a small kiss* I know a way to make you feel much better ... *strokes her shirt, then looks her deeply in her eyes* If
you want it.
Britt: What is left to want .. *leans in, rubs noses slightly, breathes lightly on his lips, then his cheek, and
gives a light kiss on his neck* .. what's left of me..
Corso
*takes her head in his hands and kisses her more deeply* What's left of you seems
to be just fine for me. *takes off his shirt, grins* It would be just perfect without
that shirt. *Britt stares at his chest, his neck, feels a warmth from his
body just being there. Her heart racing as she goes for another kiss. Kisses him deeply, hand on his chest. Corso returns the kiss with
fervour, whispers to her, moving his lips on her neck* You feel better already?
Britt: So far ... so good ... *runs her fingers through his hair, her hand goes down his back*
Corso *stops and pulls apart*
I've got to know that you really want this and don't feel afterwards any regret.
Everybody thinks I am just a simple crook, but I am not as bad as that. I really do like you, little officer ... *grins* Or
if you find that I am a bad boy you can always punish me, eh? *draws her tight
again, gives her a passionate kiss*
Britt:
Cuff 'em in irons ... *sly smile, laughs* Bad
boy, Bad boy, whatchya gonna do..whatchya gonna do when I come for you ... *laughs, kisses him hard* Do you really care if I regret after wards? You like me enough
for a one night stand ... and you'll move on to the next victim, but is it all worth it ... Because if I remind you ... you'll
reject me.
Corso: You are the cop here ... I know I've been naughty and if you
don't stop me I'll get only naughtier.
*And this is the time when Cecil DuBois yells: Okay, cut!*
*Some time
later, Corso is lying asleep with a smile on his face, hair disheveled, snoring on the thick carpet, having pulled the blanket
as cover. He still has the handcuffs on, and his glasses are lying far in
the
corner on the floor*
Britt *on the bed, sheet
around her, head aches. She feels incomplete, even farther from herself. She knows she will hate herself forever. She
was stupid and fell in his trap. The whole time she thought of Def Leppard, Love
Bites. She had Hanson on her mind the entire time. Wondering if it all was true. Wondering where he was. Wondering about his child inside her. She
wants to leave. Give him his child and leave forever, for good. Tom deserves so much better. She
starts to cry, gets dressed, leaving Corso cuffed to a chair, taking the key*
Britt *outside, she walks
for a long while … falls to her knees gently, still crying, but crying harder* Oh
Manouche, I let everyone down ... I've been horrible ... I want you here ... Someone ... I'm so lost and confused and I can't
stand myself right now ... I need no pity, just guidance. I need Tom ... But
I'm afraid he doesn't need me.
At Bournemouth House:
*Selena arrives at Bournemouth
House with suitcase in hand, rings bell. Kat answers and stares at her*
Selena *Smiles* Hello. You must be Mrs. Abberline. It's a pleasure to meet you, dear. I'm
Selena Coombs, your new housekeeper. May I come in? *Brushes past her* The rest of my things will be delivered
later. Is my room ready?
Kat *Closes door, turns*
You're somewhat familiar have we met before?
Selena *Still smiling* I don't think so dear. I do believe I'd
recall if I'd ever met anyone that looked quite as … *Pauses, raises an eyebrow* … unique as you.
Kat *Glares at her. Remembers her shovel under the bed upstairs.
Smiles* If ye would just be waitin' right 'ere for just a few minutes.
There be somethin' I must fetch fro' upstairs. Then
I promise ye I'll show ye exactly where ye can go. *Starts for the stairs*
Abberline *overhears the
discussion, doesn't quite like that familiar menacing tone of Kat* Oh, hello,
Miss Coombs. Let me show you to your room. How
very good that you could come so quickly. *takes her suitcase and leads her through
the kitchen and the dining-room to the spacious room he let decorate for her* I
hope you like it. *smiles at her* My
wife, she can be a bit ... unbalanced.
Selena *Looking around room* The room is delightful Mr. Abberline. I
will be very happy here. I'm sure. *Smiles
sweetly* As for your wife, it's quite understandable really. A new wife with a very attractive husband, feeling suspicious of another woman in the house. I'm sure she'll respond to me much differently when she gets to know me better.
Abberline *balks a bit when
she calls him attractive* I am sure she will, Miss Coombs. I'll leave you to unpack. *retreats from the room*
Selena *Smiles in satisfaction,
after he's gone. To herself* Most
attractive indeed. Hell’s coming, my dear man, and like any other cornered
animal, she senses it.
Kat *Fuming, glares after
them, mutters* Bitch.
Abberline *returns back,
looks at her carefully* What is it now, Kat?
Kat *reluctantly* That woman, I've seen 'er somewhere before. I just can't remember
where. She's up te somethin'. I
feel it. Abby please send 'er away she's trouble. I know it.
Abberline: But she has good references and we do need a housekeeper. Let
her show if she is any good, and then I can fire her if there arouses any reason. I
don't want you to stress yourself out with household work.
Kat: I be layin' ye odds that all them references was written by men and 'ave more te do
with an entirely different kinda services rendered! Savvy???
Abberline: I don't
understand what you mean. You can see the references for yourself if you don't
believe me. I hired her and she stays. You'll see, it will be just fine.
*leaves Kat, annoyed, but decided not to let her provoke him into a fight, he goes back to Miss Coombs* Would you like me to show you around the house, Miss Coombs?
Selena:
Of couse. I can't think of anything
I'd like better. *Looks up at him, smiles* I
sincerely hope your wife knows just how lucky she is to have such a caring and devoted husband. Shall we? *Motions toward door.*
Abberline *smiles* Of course, after you. *follows her through
the dining room to the kitchen* I believe we have all the kitchen appliances
and equipment needed. If you find there's something you want, just tell me.
Selena *Having noticed Kat
spying on them from the kitchen door, doesn't take her eyes off of him* You do
seem extremely well equipped. If I find myself in need of anything, be assured
you'll be the first
to know.
Abberline: Good. I'll be pleased to fulfill all your wishes. Let's
go further. *leads her into the living-room, the upstairs to the bedrooms*
This is quite a big house, as you see. Here
is the master bedroom. *Opens the door*
Selena *With a quick glance
at the door. Leans in close to Abberline and whispers* Does your wife always creep around the house spying on you like this?
Abberline: What? No, Kat wouldn't spy on me. *goes to the door to see if she really is there*
Kat *Seeing
Abby turn to the door, quickly ducks in the room across the hall*
Abberline
*shrugs, not seeing anyone, returns to Selena* Well, where were we, Miss Coombs?
Selena:*Pauses, peers past
him at the door, a slight smile comes to her face* Call me Selina, please.So much friendlier don't you think? Are any of the other bedrooms occupied?
Kat *Hearing her words beats
a hasty retreat back down the stairs.*
Abberline; Of course, Miss Co ... Selina. Opposite this room is our son's
bedroom, it still needs some redecorating, but would have a look at it anyway? *takes
her to the smaller bedroom where Kat fled across the landing*
Selena: You have a son? But I thought you were only recently married. Oh is he from a former marriage? I imagine
he must be a handsome lad if he takes after his father at all. *Smiles at him*
Abberline: You are flattering me ... Selena. *smiles, looks in her
eyes* Yes, this is my second
marriage.
You have got a beautiful … name. *still looking at her intently*
Selena *holds his eyes intently
with her own* Thank you, I’ve always liked it. *moves a little closer to him* Tell me, what’s your
first name? I don’t believe you told me …
Abberline: Yes, you don't need to address me formally. You can call me
Fred. *unable to turn his gaze from her eyes* I
can't say how pleased I am to have found you.
Selena: The pleasure is all mine … *purrs the name* Fred. *gazes
at him for a moment* Is there anything else you would like to show me right now?
Abberline: Is there anything else you want to see? Or anything else you
want from me? I have to leave soon for work, but you can turn to
my wife if there is something special you need.
Kat *Getting more and more
agitated suddenly grabs a large vase of the foyer table smashing it loudly on the floor.
Glares up the stairs, waiting*
Abberline *hears the noise*
Excuse me, Selena. *goes downstairs,
looks at the shards and then at Kat* Did you have an accident? I hope you didn't hurt yourself. Don't
worry, Selena will take care of that.
Kat *Gritting her teeth,
thinks* Selena now is it? *Looks
up and sees Selena at the head of the stairs with a satisfied grin on her face.* I
be most certain Selena would be more than 'appy te be takin' care of much more than just this, luv! *Storms into the kitchen*
Abberline: I am sorry,
Selena. It must be the pregnancy. *counts first to twenty, then to forty, then
follows Kat to the kitchen* Kat, I am amazed at your lack of good manners.
I don't see what's the problem with Selena. I
hired a housekeeper for your sake and I see no reason for such remarks as yours.
Kat *Starts
to reply, thinks better of it. Takes a breath then drawing closer to him, she
touches his face.* I know ye did luv and it were bein' a dear sweet thin'. It's just that I ... well she .... *Sighs,
gives up, lays her head against his shoulder.* Apologies luv. I promise I'll find someway to deal with her. *Thinks (and
when I do I be for sendin' er' straight back te 'ell on 'er bloody broom)*
Selena *comes
down the stairs, appears in kitchen doorway, smiles brightly* Kat, I’m
so glad to hear you say that. I’m sure we’ll be fine friends. Now, don’t either of you worry about that broken vase, I’ve already cleared
it away. Kat, might I suggest a nice little nap while your husband is at work? You look a little tired, dear. *turns
to Abberline* And Fred … I saw what I believe is the jacket you wish to
wear to the office. Lovely material, and a good cut for your physique, if I may
say so. It was a little mussed, so I took the liberty of brushing it off and
straightening it out. *looks at Kat with a little grin* Men ... they're just impossible with their clothes, aren't
they? They're like little boys. *turns back to Abberline* I hung it on the back of the chair nearest the
front door, it’s all ready for you. Now you get along to work, and don’t
worry about a thing. We’ll be just fine here. If you'll both excuse me, I need to finish my unpacking. *smiles,
turns and leaves, heads up the stairs. Feels in her skirt pocket for the two
identical engagement rings she removed from Abberline’s jacket. Smiles to herself, thinks of her next discussion
with Portsmith*
Abberline
*strokes Kat's hair* Kat, it will turn out fine. Now
I don't have to be uneasy anymore about leaving you alone at home when we have Selena. Get
your rest now, and then she will fix something to eat for you. I am sorry if
I upset you. I'll try to remember that it's your condition that makes you act
like that. I won't be long.
On Catalina
Island:
Barkeep *leaning over the
bar, concerned, as several people gather around* Lady, are you all right?
Manouche *lying on the ground,
dazed, blinking her eyes, trying to stop her head from swimming. Her eyesight
focuses, she sees people crouched around her, looking down at her* Wh-what ‘appened
…
Man *one of the people trying
to help, looks around at the others* Okay, she’s coming around, give her
some air, back off. *the others retreat, he leans down, helps Manouche slowly
sit up* Take it easy, don’t try to stand up too fast …
Manouche *puts a hand over
her eyes* I … I don’t remember what … I were sittin’
at th’ bar jus’ a second ago … an’ … *her voice
trails off, she looks around at her surroundings, remembers where she is. She’s
at a beachside bar at a hotel on Catalina Island. The day is stunning, just a few
wispy clouds out over a calm ocean. She had been having a quiet drink at the
bar, keeping to herself, watching people come and go to and from the bar, hotel and beach.
Being out to sea had done her a world of good, as she had figured, and as those who knew her best had told her it would. She started feeling better almost immediately after sailing away, watching with conflicting
emotions the Deppville skyline grow smaller and smaller, till it was out of sight completely.
She had put all her concentration into the sailing, clearing her mind, sweeping away all thoughts, just focusing on
the here and now, the sky, the water, tasks of navigation. After two days, she
decided to make a stop, and wound up on Catalina. It was an odd choice, much
more touristy than she usually preferred; but the thought of losing herself in a crowd was appealing. She had docked, come ashore, wandered about the area for awhile, and finally wound up at this bar on this
beach. The temperature was perfect, the children playing in the sand were adorable,
the adult tourists were equally amusing. (She had put the kibosh on a sleazy
man’s overtures toward a naïve young woman, and managed to lift his wallet at the same time. She saw his little game, managed to “accidentally” spill her drink on him, interrupting his
spiel, wiping him off and apologizing profusely. He had lost his temper, grabbed
her and nearly punched her, then remembered the young woman – he quickly looked over at her, saw her staring at him
with shock and distaste, then turn away. He had quickly let go of Manouche and
gone running after her … and Manouche had counted out the money in his wallet; not a bad day’s work for $57. Not that she needed the money anymore; it was the kick of the game that she always
found amusing, even when she didn't profit from it.) The breezes off the
ocean were sweet, the rum top notch, the barkeep amicable, and she was feeling better than she’d felt in quite some
time … *
*Then
it had happened. She had grasped the edge of the bar as the feeling came over
her, all too quickly followed by a convoluted vision, she couldn’t make anything out clearly – something to do
with a stranger at Bournemouth House, a woman she’d never seen before, someone Abberline seemed fine with but Kat was
highly agitated … she saw Corso talking to Malachi, then Malachi speaking with Abberline, all ending well, and she had
felt a wave of relief … then she had seen Colonel, upset and crying, and saying her name … but the final sharp
blow inside her head was Portsmith’s voice; though what she said was meaningless to Manouche at this point; it was more
the way she said it:* Hell? No, Miss Coombs was sent from Heaven to me. *That was
when Manouche lost her grip on the bar, and slid from the barstool to the sandy earth below, unconscious*
Manouche
*shakes her head, blinks, looks at the man who’s helping her* I’m
sound, luv, straight up. If ye could jus’ give me a hand … *he helps
her to her feet, she leans a little unsteadily on the bar, takes her place back on the barstool. Barkeep brings her another drink* Ahh, ta, mate, cheers. *she smiles slightly at him, picks up the glass, drinks. She glances over at the man who helped her* I’m obliged
to ye, luv. Can I … get ye a drink fer yer trouble?
Man *sits
down next to her* No trouble at all. I’ll
have a drink, but you don’t need to buy it.
Manouche: No, I insist. *barkeep brings another
drink, they sit quiet for a moment* Silly, passin’ out like that, weren’t
it? Dunno what come over me. I …
I reckon I’m a bit … worried about me mates back home … *thinks
of her friends, feels wistful* Not that there’s anythin’ I can do. Seems th’ more I try to make things right, th’ more muddled it all becomes. No doubt the concerns are all in me head, I’m sure they’re all sound. Prob’ly better off without me messin’ about. *she gazes off into space for a moment, then looks back at the man, sees he’s looking at her closely* Blimey, apologies, luv. I must sound
like a right nutter …
Man: You – are you Manouche Roussel?
Manouche
*startled* Aye … I am. That
is, Captain Manouche Roussel. Ahh, Roussel Blake.
Who are …
Man: You wouldn’t remember me. You may
have never even seen me, but I remember you. You haven’t changed much. *he smiles as she stares at him, puzzled* Do
you remember a certain botched heist, a long time ago, near Fiji? There was a captain who really had it in for you.
He was a real son of a bitch, I was a member of his crew. Matter of fact,
I was one of his crew members who mutinied, and went along on your side of the heist.
When it fell apart, we were all braced to receive our comeuppance from him. Then
word got around … you refused to give him our names. We … we all
figured that bastard probably killed you …
Manouche
*staring at him in disbelief* N-no … not quite. I mean, ‘ere I am, savvy? *smiles slightly* Wh-what’s yer name, mate? No worries, I’ll still
keep it to meself. *winks*
Man *laughs* Armand Gauvain. I always wanted to thank
you … but I never thought I would have the chance …
Manouche: Ah, don’t mention it … it were a long time ago. I … reckon I felt responsible, fer th’ way that heist went all to cock. It were bad enough ye’d all followed my lead an’ lost.
After that, it didn’t seem right t’ be grassin’ on ye. Besides,
I didn’t like that captain, even beyond th’ fact that he won th’ fight.
So if there were still a way t’ get on his wick, I wanted to have at it.
It’s me stubborn side, mate, usually resultin’ in behavior I don’t recommend. *she brings out a cigarette, he quickly produces a light for her; she nods her thanks, offers him one,
then looks around* What do ye suppose brings a pair o’ seafarin’
rogues such as ourselves to a pedestrian travel poster settin’ like this?
Armand
*smiles* I have a sister here, I'm just visiting.
And you?
Manouche: On holiday. Didn’t wind up ‘ere
on purpose, jus’ happened to pull in fer a time.
Armand: Well, if you’re feeling better … and you're interested … I
would be happy to show you around a little. If you have some time, that is.
Manouche
*nods, smiling* Aye, I think I’d like that, mate. I do ‘ave … a bit o’ time …
Armand: Good. Wait here, I’ll find a cab,
and I’ll be right back for you. *smiles, stands, leaves some money on the
bar, turns, heads toward hotel*
Manouche
*watches him go, then bows her head slightly, concentrates, murmurs very softly under her breath* Malachi, mate … cheers, luv, thanks fer warnin’ th’ Inspector. Please keep an eye on ‘em all fer me. I won't be gone
long. An’ … tell Raven to watch his mum, don’t let anythin’
happen to her. He can reach me if he needs me.
Savvy? *she slowly opens her eyes, picks up her glass, finishes the drink. Turns, looks out at the ocean; sighs, thinks to herself* Not that I ‘ave any idea what I would do to help, even if I could …
At Malachi’s house (formerly Manouche and Blake’s house)
Malachi
*in the kitchen putting things away, hears a knock at the door; calls out* C’mon
in, it’s open. *looks up, surprised to see Raven enter the kitchen* Hey, kid. Haven’t seen you in a
long time. How are you?
Raven: I’m okay. *looks around, a little
awkwardly*
Malachi: Y’know, some of your stuff is still here.
You can keep that room as long as you like, though. You’re welcome
here anytime, same as when Manouche and … when Manouche and Blake were living here.
Savvy?
Raven
*looks at him, relieved* Really? You
don’t mind?
Malachi
*grins* ‘Course not. And I’m
sure Manouche will have a place for you at her new house, once it’s ready. Have
you seen it yet? I’ve only seen pictures, but it looks like it’s
gonna be pretty great.
Raven: No, I haven’t seen it yet. *still
gazing around the room*
Malachi
*pulls out a chair from the table* C’mon, kid, sit down, tell me what’s
on your mind. You want something? I
don’t know what there is here, but …
Raven: Cocoa? I can make it, I know where stuff
is.
Malachi
*studies him a moment, then smiles* Okay, have at it. Make two. I could use a break.
*he sits down, watches Raven find everything he needs, start making the cocoa*
How are your parents?
Raven: I don’t know. Somethin’s
not right …
Malachi
*smirks* Guess I’m not surprised.
Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’ve
both taken on a lot all at once … a new baby on the way, getting married so quickly … but Manouche says they love
each other, and they both want the baby, so that’ll all go a long way. Just
give ‘em time.
Raven: I know all that. But there’s someone
new in the house … I don’t trust her. Mother doesn’t like her
at all, but Father wants her to stay.
Malachi: Who is she? Is she a relative, an old
friend …
Raven: She’s a housekeeper. She says she’s
gonna home-school me, too. *turns from the stove, looks at Malachi imploringly* Malachi, I don’t wanna be home-schooled.
I wanna go to school with other kids. I’ve always wanted that, I’ve
had nothing but home school.
Malachi
*a little uncomfortable* Jeez, kid, just tell your dad that. I’m sure he won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.
Raven: I dunno. Father means well, but once
he gets an idea about how something should be, he doesn’t want to change his mind.
*turns back to the stove, minding the cocoa* Do … do you think Manouche
is coming back?
Malachi
*looks at him, surprised* Sure she is, Raven. I’m positive. What makes you think she won’t? You
haven’t … heard or seen something, have you?
Raven
*shakes his head* No. But …
she was so unhappy … maybe it makes her too unhappy to be here.
Malachi: Well, I can put your mind at ease a little on that.
‘Cause I HAVE heard from her. *Raven turns, looks at him quickly* That’s right, she … well, you know how it is. Visions, stuff in our heads. Anyway, she … I’m
not sure where she is, but she says she’ll be back soon … and … ah, that’s funny you mention this
housekeeper, ‘cause now that I think about it, she said to tell you to watch your mother, don’t let anything happen
to her … whatever that means. *pauses, looks at him, scratches his head* Raven, why don’t you contact Manouche?
She’d want you to, if you’re worried.
Raven: I’m tryin’ to leave her alone. I
want her to feel better …
Malachi: Suit yourself. But if things are bothering
you too much, go ahead. She would want you to.
Try not to worry too much, she’ll be back. She’s got that
new place, she has a good feeling about it. She’s keen on fixing it up
to her liking. Lotta nature around it, and that river you’re both so crazy
about … that oughta keep her here for awhile. And I made her promise before
she left that if she decides while she’s gone that she doesn’t want to live here anymore, she’ll come back
and tell us. She’s not gonna disappear without a trace, savvy?
Raven
*nods* Savvy. *turns back to the
counter, pours out two cups of cocoa, brings them over to the table, sits down, takes a drink*
Malachi … do you know someone named Frances?
Malachi: I don’t think so … why?
Raven: I dunno, I keep seeing it. Just that
name, an’ it’s all faded, I can barely read it. But that’s
what it says.
Malachi
*thinking* Why does that sound familiar? … I don’t know, I can’t
think of it right now. If anything comes to me, I’ll let you know. *he tries the cocoa, smiles at Raven* This
is pretty good. Did Manouche teach you how to make it?
Raven: Yeah … but the first time I made it all by myself was for me an’ Mr. Blake. Manouche was gone somewhere …
Malachi
*looks at him sympathetically* It’s been a pretty bad time lately, hasn’t
it, kid? *takes another drink, then lights a cigarette* Listen, I have an idea. When we finish here, how ‘bout
we go look at Manouche’s new house? We can take that little boat, the one
Blake used to take you all out on. The river’ll take us right to the mill
house, we can’t miss it. We can check it out, see how much work has been
done on the place, I know she got things rollin’ on it before she left.
Raven
*face brightens* Could we? Do you
have time?
Malachi
*waves a hand around the house* I got nothin’ to do but unpack today. Most boring job in the world. I’m
happy to put it off for awhile. *laughs as Raven starts to gulp down the cocoa* Take it easy, the house and the river aren’t going anywhere!
Raven
*tries to slow down a little; finally finishes, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, jumps up*
I’ll go down to the dock an’ get the boat ready. I know what
to do, Mr. Blake showed me. *he runs for the patio door leading out to the back
of the house, then stops, smiles at Malachi* Th-thanks … an’ thanks
for lettin’ me keep my room a little while longer. *quickly turns, slides
the door open, runs down the lawn toward the river*
Malachi: I’ll be there in a few minutes. *grins,
shakes his head, continues to smoke his cigarette and finish the cocoa, thinks about all the things Raven said. Frowns, puzzling over the name. Frances … where has he seen that name before … *
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