Jake and I and Jimmy just sat, staring at the ceiling and our knees and the floor and each other and...
"Sorry guys, but you asked me"
I heard Jimmy say and he was right of course. We had asked him.
I have often said one should never ask a question if you don't really want to know the answer.
Well, I for one did and so here we are.
Jake said aloud what I was thinking...
"Ok, Jimmy. Yes we did and thanks. Wasn't easy I'm sure."
Jimmy nodded and I seconded Jake's sentiments.
"I think we need a few to process that," I added and Jake nodded.
"How about Pizza? OK?"
Both of them nodded and I got up and headed to the kitchen to conjure up some Jake-sustenance. LOL. He came right behind me and I assumed this was to be Pizza and re-group time.
"What yah think, Dylan?"
"I'm afraid to think."
"Yeh. Wow, what a load."
"Big truck too."
"Definitely."
"Ok, so what do we make of it?"
"I think we believe him. It's more than we have had and it does seem to make sense in a way."
I nodded and then we both got quiet...contemplating Jimmy's story and thoughts.
It would take about 20 minutes for the pizzas to cook and I figured we needed all of that to process all this new info as well as one can't talk a lot when one's mouth is full of Pizza nectar.
So maybe 45 minutes total and we would be FULLY aware of our next move(s).
YEH RIGHT!
As I think back, I never really knew Jimmy all that well. He was seven years younger than Ricky and I and when you're kids that is a lifetime...or so it seems at the time. I always liked him, thought he was a nice kid albeit kinda quiet and even shy...and I guess we just kinda overlooked him a lot of the time. He was short then, (not now of course...he has really sprouted) and acne and well, that is just the way it was.
In the last few years he kinda grew into himself I think, matured...came out of his shell a bit more although still on the quiet side and he joined in with Ricky and me more. I got so I really liked him, although being the quiet type he could be hard to read at times. So be it.
I had noticed that he and Ricky had gotten closer too, and had formed the ye olde brotherly bond that one expects but I had never seen much of with them...it was nice to see now. Then suddenly Ricky was dead and Jimmy seemed really lost at first, crushed. I had not talked to him much for awhile so I had had no clue how he was doing this far along, but I could tell now that he felt the loss deeply and maybe always would. Sad. All deaths can be hard to take but some are just harder than others and maybe that is because those relationships are deeper and more meaningful than a lot of others.
I couldn't help but notice that every time I mentioned Ricky's name, Jimmy winced and obviously so.
It hurt to watch. I looked over at Jake, but at the same time I was thinking...
"We GOT to find the answer to what really happened, get to the truth, NOT just for me but for Jimmy too. He seems so lost now."
I hardened my resolve and as I looked at Jake I think he was thinking the same thing.
WE WOULD find the truth, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER, and no matter what or who it ensnared, the TRUTH HAS TO COME OUT.
I vowed. I think we ALL did...silently but steadfastly.
At long last the pizza was done, and Jake and I moved the big platters to the BR table.
We got ensconced in said-same breakfast room and bore down on the unsuspecting pizza and for a time all you could hear were the sounds of them being annihilated. LOL.
CHAPTER VIII: LAYING THE GROUNDWORK
"Sorry guys, but you asked me"
I heard Jimmy say and he was right of course. We had asked him.
I have often said one should never ask a question if you don't really want to know the answer.
Well, I for one did and so here we are.
Jake said aloud what I was thinking...
"Ok, Jimmy. Yes we did and thanks. Wasn't easy I'm sure."
Jimmy nodded and I seconded Jake's sentiments.
"I think we need a few to process that," I added and Jake nodded.
"How about Pizza? OK?"
Both of them nodded and I got up and headed to the kitchen to conjure up some Jake-sustenance. LOL. He came right behind me and I assumed this was to be Pizza and re-group time.
"What yah think, Dylan?"
"I'm afraid to think."
"Yeh. Wow, what a load."
"Big truck too."
"Definitely."
"Ok, so what do we make of it?"
"I think we believe him. It's more than we have had and it does seem to make sense in a way."
I nodded and then we both got quiet...contemplating Jimmy's story and thoughts.
It would take about 20 minutes for the pizzas to cook and I figured we needed all of that to process all this new info as well as one can't talk a lot when one's mouth is full of Pizza nectar.
So maybe 45 minutes total and we would be FULLY aware of our next move(s).
YEH RIGHT!
As I think back, I never really knew Jimmy all that well. He was seven years younger than Ricky and I and when you're kids that is a lifetime...or so it seems at the time. I always liked him, thought he was a nice kid albeit kinda quiet and even shy...and I guess we just kinda overlooked him a lot of the time. He was short then, (not now of course...he has really sprouted) and acne and well, that is just the way it was.
In the last few years he kinda grew into himself I think, matured...came out of his shell a bit more although still on the quiet side and he joined in with Ricky and me more. I got so I really liked him, although being the quiet type he could be hard to read at times. So be it.
I had noticed that he and Ricky had gotten closer too, and had formed the ye olde brotherly bond that one expects but I had never seen much of with them...it was nice to see now. Then suddenly Ricky was dead and Jimmy seemed really lost at first, crushed. I had not talked to him much for awhile so I had had no clue how he was doing this far along, but I could tell now that he felt the loss deeply and maybe always would. Sad. All deaths can be hard to take but some are just harder than others and maybe that is because those relationships are deeper and more meaningful than a lot of others.
I couldn't help but notice that every time I mentioned Ricky's name, Jimmy winced and obviously so.
It hurt to watch. I looked over at Jake, but at the same time I was thinking...
"We GOT to find the answer to what really happened, get to the truth, NOT just for me but for Jimmy too. He seems so lost now."
I hardened my resolve and as I looked at Jake I think he was thinking the same thing.
WE WOULD find the truth, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER, and no matter what or who it ensnared, the TRUTH HAS TO COME OUT.
I vowed. I think we ALL did...silently but steadfastly.
At long last the pizza was done, and Jake and I moved the big platters to the BR table.
We got ensconced in said-same breakfast room and bore down on the unsuspecting pizza and for a time all you could hear were the sounds of them being annihilated. LOL.
CHAPTER VIII: LAYING THE GROUNDWORK
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