"Hey guys, time to go to bed!" |
And high time, Kay has already fallen asleep while watching TV |
... while Jay is totally focused on surfing the net, like most evenings |
"Guys
I am serious, it´s way past seven and I really need to get going. So,
please? Kaine, get up, if you fall asleep on the sofa you can move on to
your bed as well" |
"But I am just in the middle of a conversation here Seam, just five minutes?!" |
"Nope, trust me, it´s always five more minutes. Say goodbye for tonight, put the blame on me - and get ready for bed, ´kayes?" |
"Yeah, right..." "You only win because you are bigger than us, yanno!" And they actually do as they are told. Grumpily, cussing, but still -wow. |
Watching
Kaine brush his teeth always makes me wonder why Mom constantly yells
at him. He never gives ME the lip, that´s for sure |
"Eh, Jay... this is my bed, yanno?" "Yeah I know... can I sleep here tonight, Seam? Kay took mine..." |
"Sure, no prob... hey, what happened to your hair?! Jay?" Gee. He has already fallen asleep... |
"She what?" |
"Yeah. She... also said, you will be running away and leave us behind... Seam, are you leaving for real?" |
"No
way bro´, I´ll never leave you guys with Mom. She´s talking crap to
scare you, just as always. Don´t you listen to that bull, right? Now
sleep tight and don´t you worry no more" |
With a relieved sigh, he rolls over "´kayes..." |
The
bitch. I can´t believe she does all that. Why the hell does she all
that?! No way I will have her make the twins believe I will abandon
them... anyway. Time to go |
"Now where do you think YOU are going, Mister? Seems like you forgot that I grounded you yesterday, again I might add?" |
"Yeah, whatever. Call the cops if you have to" "But..." "And don´t you dare go out, too, you have minor children to take care of, yanno, Mom?" |
"How dare you speak in that..." *SLAM* |
"What the hell?!" |
Bwah, high time... yeah, strange, but coming here most every night has become one habit lately |
It´s kind of sick to feel so at home at some bar... Sheila is taking some risk here, the cops don´t like finding minors in bars after curfew, not at all... |
"Hey Seam" "Hi Nick! How are things?" |
"Eh... been better... Homework?" "Yeah..." |
"Evenin´ Le!" "Good evening Sheila..." |
"...
and good evening to you, too, Darren! My, my. It must have been weeks
since we last met- you have been working out constantly, huh?" |
"Eh, hi, eh, Le- yes... didn´t think anybody would notice..." |
"Dunno
if I would have without you kicking my butt, though. Thanks, Le. - If
you are looking for Nick and the boy, they are in the next room" |
Ah, right. It´s about that time "Thank you Darren" "Welcome..." |
As most of the nights now, Seam has taken a seat in the back of the room and is doing his homework and Nick is "helping" |
"Good evening Gentlemen" |
Seamus looks somewhat relieved "Le! Just in time - save me, Nick wants to help me with my school stuff!" "Nope, save ME, Seam wants me to... wait, did you just complain, youngster?" Boys... |
"The world pays with ingratitude... " I can´t help but laugh at this |
"No, seriously! I mean, he´s coming up with this school stuff, and although it´s almost thirty years that I...." |
Oh, no. Please no. Not the `I am but an old man" excuse again "Nick, cut it out- I am here now, so I will take over. Stop the whine, will you please?" |
I can not help but smile as I sit down. The boy has relaxed so much over the last weeks, it´s almost as if he is another person "Alright, what´s on schedule tonight?" |
Ouf, dramatic moan ... "An essay. I need to write 500 on my plans for the future, can you believe that?" Oh dear |
"Well,
I guess the important question is - what do you want to write, your
actual plans or something that would make your teacher happy?" He visibly slumps "Ecactly..." |
"I
think the easy way would be to come up with some boring standard thing
like ´I want to travel around the world before I start to study´ or...
Seamus? Are you listening?" |
Seamus can sense that something is wrong- his eyes dart towards Nick, but he is playing peacefully |
Wait. Sheila? |
Sheila is very obviously seeing something she doesn´t like at all |
Darren has noticed the change in the atmosphere, too |
"Seamus? What´s wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost?!" |
"Is
this about that man who just entered the bar... oh no. Wait. I know
him, he has been here the first night... who IS this guy?" |
"It´s Joe Carella" |
Exactly, it is Joe... again |
And he sure doesn´t look like he came here for a quiet drink |
Now Nick has spottet him, too "Nick." "Joe. What the hell do you want?" |
Carrera puts his glass down on the counter before he replies through gritted teeth "You know damn well what I want" |
Nick rolles his eyes, obviously annoyed "Oh God I don´t believe this... how long has it been now? Fifteen years, surely? And you are still after that third map?" |
"Oh
yeah, right, how could I forget? Unlike you who has moved on with his
life since the days of fame and glory, - I - am still stuck in the
past..." |
"Don´t push it too far, Joe. Just leave me alone, willya?" |
"Or what? What will you do, beat me up? Hell Nick just GIVE me the map, it´s no use to you anyway! What´s wrong with you?" |
"What is wrong with YOU, I told you a hundred times I don´t have that frigging map! Now do both of us a favor and GET LOST!" |
Le has a strong feeling of déja vu now. Oh no. Not again. |
But this time, things go differently "YOU think you can tell ME to get lost? You thieving CRACKPOT?!! Who do you think you are?!" "Joe... don´t..." |
"I´ll show you your place, you LOSER!" What on earth is going on there! |
Oh my god. He punched him, Carella punched Nick right in the face |
"See?
See? I told you! I told you, you, you pazzo! I am Dr. Giovanni Carella!
Dottore! And you are nothing, nothing, get me? Nothing!" "Sweet Jesus, man, are you crazy? You knocked the guy out!" |
"I have no idea what you are talking about, but I don´t like your attitude, boy" |
"Funny you say that mate, I feel I don´t like your attitude much, either!" He snorts at that "Ah really. And what are you... ladies going to do about this?" |
Alright. This is it. He crossed the line. "Interesting question indeed, Dr. Carella." |
"Darren, would you agree that this example of the academic class has outlasted his welcome here?" |
"You bet" With a low growl Darren steps up to the suddenly very silent man... and... |
"There he goes, off like a rocket... the craphead..." |
Now someone seems a bit dissapointed "Shame, really. Would have been a nice chance to see if all that training was any good... How is he?" he adds, nodding towards Nick |
"Still out cold, I´d say... Nick? Hey Nick, are you with us?" |
"What... where..." "Ah he is coming around" |
"Oh crap, my head... what the hell happened..." |
"Man I am not so sure about that, you are swaying like you are drunk or something" "Seamus is right Nick, you don´t look so good..." |
"Hey I was born fugly, it´s - eh, what..." "Hold still" |
"I
really don´t like the way this scrape looks... it certainly will not
need stiching, but still. It should be cleaned out and sprayed on with
some desinfectant, Nick" |
"You´d
better do that. I once had a, eh, kind of scrape after a bar fight that
got infected, not pretty, can tell you that- eh, whatever. I think
it´s what should be done, you are right Le" |
"So, what do you say? The decision is yours. Me - or a doctor at the hospital..." "... ok, have your way. Let´s go" |
Christ. I almost told her about that guy who bit me in the butt... |
"Hey Le, can I come to the hospital, too?" " Of course. Given how you still stagger, Nick, I suggest that we take my car. It´s parked over there...." |
Now that´s interesting... |
Crap, I have to tell her now... "Le... wait. I can´t go to the hospital. I can´t pay for the treatment" |
"Thanks Le" "Nevermind" |
"Ok, here we are" I toss the keys on the desk |
But back to our patient... "How do you feel? How is your head?" "Dizzy, hurts... guess Sheila was right, hurts more in the back than where he actually hit me" |
"Le, you don´t have to do that. I had worse, I´ll be ok" I am trying to remember if I ever heard Nick talking is such a small voice |
It´s almost like... "Ah you are just afraid of the alcohol, admit it... hold still, you big child..." "No, really, I - ouch!" He flinches - I don´t believe this, he was indeed afraid of the burn! |
Laughing inwardly, I examine the wound again "Let´s see... very well, this is much better." |
He shoots me a sheepish smile in return "If you say so- have to take your word for it unless you have a mirror for me" |
"There is a mirror in the bathroom... oh, look. Seam has fallen asleep on the sofa" Oh dear. Poor Seamus, I had no idea how tired he was... |
We watch him snore in silence for a while "Yeah, right... so what now, do we wake him right away or let him sleep for a bit, Heather is going to bite his head off when he gets home either way" |
"Eh, right, but... I don´t really want to talk about it... hell, I don´t even want to think about it, but... if I tell you..." Good Lord, what is this about?! |
Try her. And lose what little we have? |
Hell with it. She´ll find out one way or another, some day, anyway, and what then? "Alright, but it´s a long story" |