We mulled and discussed and murmured and mused some more and ate and drank ourselves into oblivion or perhaps Ohio, out of both resolve and nerves.
THEN FINALLY, about 6 days in and we were getting fraught with anticipation, Jimmy's dad arrived home...and as soon as Jimmy made contact we set about implementing our plan.
Frankly I for one was not prepared for what I saw when we got there. I had never seen Doug (Jimmy's dad) looking so haggard and spent and wondered why? I had seen him pissy before...a lot, and a bit down but everyone gets that way at times. But not like this. This was definitely something far worse but what?
Then...
as we walked in he was on the phone, and yelling...UNTIL he saw us and then he got an odd look on his face, turned and disappeared through the door to the hallway. The three of us stood and watched his retreating back, without a word spoken and as he went down the hall we could still hear him although not well enough to hear WHAT he was saying. Only the tone of voice which was NOT fun and games friendly to say the least. Angry? Maybe, or fear? Maybe. Maybe a bit of both.
I walked over to the couch and sat, not knowing what else to do..Jake followed and so did Jimmy who sat down damn near on my lap. Spooked indeed.. We all looked at each other but we knew that none of us knew what the deal was with Doug (or maybe anything else at this point), but then again we had our suspicions. Time would tell.
We ...sat and...
We sat and sat and sat. It would get quiet for a bit and then we would hear his raised voice again and then again nothing. I looked at Jimmy and he just looked back with a shrug. Jake the same.
I sat, more thinking about Jimmy than looking at him, and felt so sorry for what he was now obviously going through. I knew Ricky would be beside himself with concern and worry, and who knows maybe wherever he is HE IS. Maybe that is why we are here. Maybe? Maybe Ricky is...?
I tried to push that thought out of my mind.
To be honest, I have never really thought much about or come to grips with whatever eternity is. Ours was a casual spirituality, individual and private pretty much. I don't know about my father, for by the time it would have been a conversation at all he was long gone but in truth I don't think he was religious in the least.
Mother I think was more so but never wanted to push her version of it on me, and I think felt uncomfortable talking about it so we didn't. Sorta like sex. LOL. We rarely went to church and usually only to funerals and the holidays of course, and the obligatory wedding crap. I kept asking that people neither die or get married (same thing to me at that age) but of course nobody pays any attention to a kid...especially one so OBVIOUSLY superior to them. (hehehe). So, anyway, the very idea that I might think that Ricky was somehow orchestrating this from the other realm or whatever was kinda not in my thought processes, until...
"Dylan?"
"Yeh, kiddo?"
"You think my brother is in this?"
He didn't say Ricky but he didn't have to.
The inference was clear.
I looked at him and drew a blank.
"It's ok if you don't, but..."
and he put his head down and..
SHIT. THIS WAS HEARTBREAKING...
the poor kid. Right then if I hadn't known before this that Jimmy really missed Ricky, boy I did now.
I leaned over and put my arms around him wanting to comfort him and feeling so inadequte.
THIS is a time a kid ought to have his mother, but...
I guess I will have to do.
Hike my skirts and go for it...
NOBODY should EVER have to go through this shit. Especially not alone. NOBODY.
"When I or rather we find out who is responsible for Ricky's death, GOD DAMN...
THEY WILL BE FUCKING TOAST, with...OUT butter and jam thank you very much," I thought to myself. God I feel so sorry for him. For him and Ricky and us. NOT FAIR and then for what might just have been the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I sorta kinda maybe perhaps...found myself...PRAYING. To myself.
"Ricky? If you ARE out there, PLEASE. HELP US. PLEASE...Help us find who killed you. I KNOW SOMEONE DID DAMN IT. PLEASE...HELP US. Jimmy needs to know...and so do I"
Then I had to stop or lose it completely, but immediately after I felt...
I don't know. A calm? Maybe? Not being religous, I had no idea how to interpret this but...
Then, Jimmy's dad reappeared...without his cell in his ear, and stopped. Unbelievable. He looked almost haunted. Sallow and pale and...it was not a pretty thing to see believe me
"Hey guys."
We nodded and said hi back.
"Uh, Dylan?"
"Yeh?"
"I gotta be gone for a bit. Do you think I could ask you to look after Jimmy, PLEASE?"
The look on his face was Godawful and I had no idea why.
"Sure."
"I hate to ask but..."
"Think nothing of it. He will be taken good care of."
"Thanks. I gotta go pack."
He marched over and hugged Jimmy quickly and then turning went back out and we could hear up going upstairs.
"Whew?"
I had a good hunch that that was all we were going to get out of him.
I looked at Jake and Jimmy and could see they were as confused as I.
LIGHTS CAMERA and...UH.....um...
FUCK!
About a half hour later, Jimmy's dad came down the stairs hauling several pieces of luggage which Jimmy went to help him with. Then they made at least three more trips loading the car and then POOF.
He was gone. No idea where to or for how long.
He did ask Jimmy to look after the shop and he said he would...and that as they say was that.
WEIRD.
Something told me from the amount of luggage and stuff he left with that he wasn't coming back or at least not for a while. BUT WHY?
WHY? None of us had any answers. We would, but that would take a while.
Yeh. LIGHTS, CAMERA and dead silence...
CHAPTER XII...CLICK HERE
THEN FINALLY, about 6 days in and we were getting fraught with anticipation, Jimmy's dad arrived home...and as soon as Jimmy made contact we set about implementing our plan.
Frankly I for one was not prepared for what I saw when we got there. I had never seen Doug (Jimmy's dad) looking so haggard and spent and wondered why? I had seen him pissy before...a lot, and a bit down but everyone gets that way at times. But not like this. This was definitely something far worse but what?
Then...
as we walked in he was on the phone, and yelling...UNTIL he saw us and then he got an odd look on his face, turned and disappeared through the door to the hallway. The three of us stood and watched his retreating back, without a word spoken and as he went down the hall we could still hear him although not well enough to hear WHAT he was saying. Only the tone of voice which was NOT fun and games friendly to say the least. Angry? Maybe, or fear? Maybe. Maybe a bit of both.
I walked over to the couch and sat, not knowing what else to do..Jake followed and so did Jimmy who sat down damn near on my lap. Spooked indeed.. We all looked at each other but we knew that none of us knew what the deal was with Doug (or maybe anything else at this point), but then again we had our suspicions. Time would tell.
We ...sat and...
We sat and sat and sat. It would get quiet for a bit and then we would hear his raised voice again and then again nothing. I looked at Jimmy and he just looked back with a shrug. Jake the same.
I sat, more thinking about Jimmy than looking at him, and felt so sorry for what he was now obviously going through. I knew Ricky would be beside himself with concern and worry, and who knows maybe wherever he is HE IS. Maybe that is why we are here. Maybe? Maybe Ricky is...?
I tried to push that thought out of my mind.
To be honest, I have never really thought much about or come to grips with whatever eternity is. Ours was a casual spirituality, individual and private pretty much. I don't know about my father, for by the time it would have been a conversation at all he was long gone but in truth I don't think he was religious in the least.
Mother I think was more so but never wanted to push her version of it on me, and I think felt uncomfortable talking about it so we didn't. Sorta like sex. LOL. We rarely went to church and usually only to funerals and the holidays of course, and the obligatory wedding crap. I kept asking that people neither die or get married (same thing to me at that age) but of course nobody pays any attention to a kid...especially one so OBVIOUSLY superior to them. (hehehe). So, anyway, the very idea that I might think that Ricky was somehow orchestrating this from the other realm or whatever was kinda not in my thought processes, until...
"Dylan?"
"Yeh, kiddo?"
"You think my brother is in this?"
He didn't say Ricky but he didn't have to.
The inference was clear.
I looked at him and drew a blank.
"It's ok if you don't, but..."
and he put his head down and..
SHIT. THIS WAS HEARTBREAKING...
the poor kid. Right then if I hadn't known before this that Jimmy really missed Ricky, boy I did now.
I leaned over and put my arms around him wanting to comfort him and feeling so inadequte.
THIS is a time a kid ought to have his mother, but...
I guess I will have to do.
Hike my skirts and go for it...
NOBODY should EVER have to go through this shit. Especially not alone. NOBODY.
"When I or rather we find out who is responsible for Ricky's death, GOD DAMN...
THEY WILL BE FUCKING TOAST, with...OUT butter and jam thank you very much," I thought to myself. God I feel so sorry for him. For him and Ricky and us. NOT FAIR and then for what might just have been the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I sorta kinda maybe perhaps...found myself...PRAYING. To myself.
"Ricky? If you ARE out there, PLEASE. HELP US. PLEASE...Help us find who killed you. I KNOW SOMEONE DID DAMN IT. PLEASE...HELP US. Jimmy needs to know...and so do I"
Then I had to stop or lose it completely, but immediately after I felt...
I don't know. A calm? Maybe? Not being religous, I had no idea how to interpret this but...
Then, Jimmy's dad reappeared...without his cell in his ear, and stopped. Unbelievable. He looked almost haunted. Sallow and pale and...it was not a pretty thing to see believe me
"Hey guys."
We nodded and said hi back.
"Uh, Dylan?"
"Yeh?"
"I gotta be gone for a bit. Do you think I could ask you to look after Jimmy, PLEASE?"
The look on his face was Godawful and I had no idea why.
"Sure."
"I hate to ask but..."
"Think nothing of it. He will be taken good care of."
"Thanks. I gotta go pack."
He marched over and hugged Jimmy quickly and then turning went back out and we could hear up going upstairs.
"Whew?"
I had a good hunch that that was all we were going to get out of him.
I looked at Jake and Jimmy and could see they were as confused as I.
LIGHTS CAMERA and...UH.....um...
FUCK!
About a half hour later, Jimmy's dad came down the stairs hauling several pieces of luggage which Jimmy went to help him with. Then they made at least three more trips loading the car and then POOF.
He was gone. No idea where to or for how long.
He did ask Jimmy to look after the shop and he said he would...and that as they say was that.
WEIRD.
Something told me from the amount of luggage and stuff he left with that he wasn't coming back or at least not for a while. BUT WHY?
WHY? None of us had any answers. We would, but that would take a while.
Yeh. LIGHTS, CAMERA and dead silence...
CHAPTER XII...CLICK HERE
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