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Shakespir Edition Copyright 2017 Pamela Joan Barlow Shakespir Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Shakespir.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

 

 

Present day and place

 

Tuesday January 12th

 

1:55 p.m.

City of Warrior

(20 miles north of Birmingham)

Home of landlord Mrs. Abercrombie

Dining room setting of Teague and brothers of Nadean

Cold temperatures and sunshine

 

 

Teague Haywood sat inside a folding chair and stared at the television screen with a stern face.

Bobcat pointed at the screen with a stern face. “I did not notice any extra guns or extra security guys around the field, the coaches, or the players during warm-up exercises or during the coin toss. Any one got a different feeling here?” He heard silence from the other inspectors and then nodded with a stern face. “The players have returned back into the locker room,” he stood with a nod to see Teague.

Teague stood and turned with a stern face and a sour tone to see each face. “We got five minutes until the start of the football game before each team runs back out onto the grass. That means Loyce is going to call OT,” exhaling. “I wanna call trace OT’s personal mobile telephone. The number is 2055551313.”

Elf sat inside a dining room chair and shook a skull with a worried brow at the lousy FDA make-shift office and the terrible computer set up, staring at his computer. “I can’t do that with this portal computer equipment here inside a stranger’s home without the proper antennas and cable wiring, Tomcat. We have to run back to the FDA office…”

“Got it,” Vassar looked down and typed on the keyboard with a smile, switching over and used his personal computer laptop. “I am tracking OT’s cell and he has an incoming call, Vester.”

“Snatch it to my cell, please.” Vester stood behind the skull of his twin brother, scanning the weird-ass numbers and Greek symbols plus the alphabetic letters of the personal computer code. Tomcat and Bobcat moved and huddled around the twin brothers. The other FDA inspectors silently stood or sat in various positions, turning and listening to the interaction.

“Coming to you, Vester,” Vassar nodded with a grin, staring down at the computer screen.

The personal mobile telephone of Vester rung with a southern song as all the eyeballs watched and all the eardrums listened to the one side conversation. Vester smirked, pressing the icon, exposing the air waves, making the bastard wait and sweat. He lifted and pressed the mobile telephone into an eardrum, rambling in baritone timber like his blood-kin nephew with a smile, “OT, here.”

Vester paused and listened to the voice of Duff Loyce on the other end of the telephone.

“Yeah, who ya be, sir.”

Pause.

“Message please, sir.”

Pause.

“Ya be a fucking son of bitch, sir. I wanna talk to my mama, pronto.”

Pause.

“I’ll throw the gawd damn championship game, dude. I wanna talk to my mama, now, sir.”

Pause.

He exhaled. “Understood, I will do that and you do not harm my mama, sir.”

Static sounded over the disconnected mobile telephone of Vester.

Vester removed the mobile phone with a worried brow to see each face. “Loyce has drugged and kidnapped Nadean and he has kindly asked that OT toss the game for Bam U to win the National Championship title. Loyce will relay the hidden location at the end of the game.” He turned and frowned to Teague. “But OT doesn’t and won’t know anything has taken place, right, Teague?”

Teague nodded with a stern face and a serious tone. “Right, Vester! Vassar, gimme some land coordinates! We save Duchess and kill Loyce. And I get to kill the bastard alone. So, all of you just stand back away from flying red blood,” he laughed with some of the inspectors.

Vassar shook a red colored buzz cut, typing on the laptop with a worried brow and a serious tone, “Sorry, Vester! Loyce is a bastard-genius like me and you.”

Teague parted his lips. “You tracked his cell? I saw you, typing and recording Loyce’s voice message. Where is Duchess’ hidden location, Vassar?”

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a nod and a stern face. “Yes, I had captured his incoming telephone call from his personal mobile telephone 2055557160. I successfully routed the incoming mobile telephone directly into Vester’s cell phone. However, the original transmission was pinged from three separate geo-physical locations as I traced it backward. The pings came from Tokyo, Japan, London, England, and then Birmingham, Alabama.”

“What?” Teague hissed. “And tell me, again, why can’t you gimme the land coordinates with your alien software? The bastard was clearly on the cell for long enough to capture the information.”

Duckie entered the room after retrieving a set of additional television sets, strolling through the dining room table for visual verification, spying on all FDA inspectors with a musical whistle.

All eyeballs and eardrums turned and stared at one of the numerous televisions sets of the National Championship Game between the Birmingham University Bolts and the Birmingham State.

 

 

1:57 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a left wrist.

I rested uncomfortably with both my outstretched arms and legs in a spread eagle that is pose on top of a naked mattress, patiently waiting on bank recovery employee Duff Loyce from the Third National Bank of Florida to return back here.

I was secretly located inside an underground cavern inside metro city Birmingham within the State of Alabama, hanging on literally by two wrist bones and two ankle bones until the National University championship football game started at two in the afternoon and ended today at five in the afternoon.

And I silently prayed for my son Orion Teague.

OT was the superstar linebacker for the Birmingham University football team.

Loyce had threatened to kill OT and his mother Nadean, if OT did not blow the championship game and ensure payment to Loyce for a gambling bet of nine million dollars on the opposing team Birmingham State University football team as the champs of the national football game.

I did not know the numeric football score or the medical condition of OT, since I was tied down by two ankle bones and two wrist bones onto a set of four individual wires that were mounted and perched down from a dirt ceiling, going down onto a bed mattress. A set of four wires dropped down to the bed mattress and then attached to my body.

I was semi-naked, cold, blooding, mad, scared, frighten, and throbbing with intense continuous aching pain. With each shallow of mouth salvia or a single breath, one of four wires sliced and burnt into my delicate skin with both pain and blood at an ankle bone or a wrist bone.

I slowly exhaled, closing my eyelashes, relaxing with my physical body.

My mental mind continued to daydream away the clicking time and the physical pain, concentrating and reliving more specific moments of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Thirty two years old Nadean and two year old son OT

 

 

12:12 p.m.

Saturday March 23rd

City of Coral Gables

Home of Nadean and husband Winfred Sims

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures and sunshine

 

 

The landline telephone rang.

I moved to the wall and stopped, standing and lifting the telephone receiver into an ear, saying with a smile to the familiar greeting baritone voice, “Hey, Vester.”

Nadean paused and listened to the voice on Vester on the other end of the telephone receiver.

I frowned. “What the fuck? What did she do now?”

Pause.

I pointed up with a sour frown and a nod to the ceiling. “I’m catching an airplane flight. Be there in about four hours. And ya tell that bitch, Nadean says to shut her trap, before I pop her mouth with my fist. What is our dad’s take on this situation?”

Pause.

I looked down with a stern face to see my bare feet. “Silence partner, as usual. And little bitchette named Dorcee?”

Pause.

I exhaled. “Her bitching, as usual, you tell our mama-bitch and that little bitchette Dorcee that I’m driving to the airport, as we speak. That’ll scare her shitless and shut her lips too.”

Pause.

I smiled down at my bare feet. “I love you, Vester and tell Vassar, I love him, too.”

Pause.

I giggled at my bare feet. “I promise. I will not start World War Three. I’m just wrapping up a sea battle in the Caribbean, okay? You’re my family, the only brothers that I got and the only ones that I want.”

Pause.

I looked up with a sour frown see Winfred. He frowned back at Nadean. I smiled with a nod, hearing the voice of my brother on the telephone. “Love to both of ya’ll too. Hang tight. I’m coming with whips and pistols.”

Pause.

“Bye.” I turned and slammed down the telephone receiver. “Shit.”

Winfred frowned. “The conversation sounds volatile.”

I moved and turned with a sour frown to my master bedroom, crossing the archway. “My brothers are getting married next Sunday at our church in Brier.”

Winfred followed behind his wife Nadean, shaking his skull with a confused brow and stopped, standing inside their master bedroom. “That’s very unexpected and quick. Is it a shotgun wedding as you southerns say and share?”

I turned and slammed open my personal wardrobe closet door. Our master bedroom had two separate closets for two separate adults with lots of clothing items. I reached and grabbed a small traveling bag, dropping it down to the floor. I look up and down inside my closet and selected the most appropriate travel items for my sudden trip back to my home state of Alabama. “You could say that I guess. They need me up there to wrap up the last minute details that my mama doesn’t want to handle for them, her only sons and my loving brothers.”

He frowned at her back spine. “That’s so very usually strange. Your mom is usually very cordial and polite to everyone.”

I squatted, loaded, and zipped up a small carrying bag, standing and swinging around with a sour frown to see Winfred. “Something’s up her white lace panties beside her hairy ass at the moment. She refuses to help, because this is quick and quiet. Ya know my mama only likes things loud and loose?”

He frowned. “What about us attending the wedding?”

“We’re invited, next week. Vester and Vassar are footing the entire bill as the groom’s family which includes both airfare and hotel reservation, since I don’t like and don’t enjoy and don’t stay with my rude and stupid biological parents. Please pick our son OT up from your mama’s house. Ya’ll both hop a plane. We can leave OT at my mama’s for the week, big boy.” I moved and stopped in front of his frown, leaning over and kissed him, pulling back with a wink and a smile. “We can play house, without the baby.” I leaned and rubbed my hands and my body, touching him in the right spots with a giggle.

Winfred giggled with a smile. “Alright, I’ll catch the next flight. Be careful. Do not upset the family, too much. I love you, Nadean.” He kissed her and pulled back with a grin.

“Love ya, too, Winfred. See ya’ll, later.” I turned and moved forward with my travel bag and my purse with money and car keys through the bedroom, the living room, and the closed door of the laundry room which leads down the stair and into the garage.

The door closed.

 

 

4:04 p.m.

City of Brier in US State of Alabama

(747 miles southwest of Coral Gables)

Cool temperatures and partly cloudy with sunshine

Home of Jadean and Urall Garland

Kitchen setting

 

 

I stood beside Vester, leaning against the kitchen wall with a smile. Vester wrapped an arm around the collar of his twin brother Vassar, saying with a smile and a nod to his parents and his baby sister Dorcee. “We’re gay and we’re getting married…”

“…to each other,” Jadean sat at the breakfast table and parted her lips, jabbing a finger at each biological son with a sour tone.

I frowned. “Gawd, no, don’t be a sick mental motherfucker, Mama. They have partners.”

Vester smiled as he was used to that violent and nasty reaction. “Me and Vassar are gay.”

Dorcee sat at the breakfast table next to Jadean and jabbed a finger with a puzzled brow to her twin brothers Vester and Vassar. “You’re gay. He’s gay too.”

I turned and sneered to Dorcee. “You speak like your chewing these words with a nasty cockroach, bitchette?”

“Do not use vile words, slick.” Urall shook his skull, sitting at the breakfast table next to Dorcee, staring with a blank face at his biological sons.

I jabbed a finger at my sister with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Then tell my vile sister to shut her fucking mouth chewing on crow’s feet? I ain’t taking ya’ll’s horse crap here. I’m an adult with a higher IQ. Vester and Vassar are two grown adults with extremely higher IQs given to them by Almighty God, Himself…”

“The Bible…” Jadean stared with a sour frown at her twin biological sons.

I nodded with a smile, hugging onto the waistline of Vester. “And Almighty God made all of us equally and lovingly in His seeing eyeballs, not fucking yours.” I swing around with a wink and a smile to see Vester.

Vester said with a smile and a nod to his mother. “Thank you, Nadean, for your kind and understanding loving words both wise and just.”

I reached and slapped his bicep with a smile. “I love both of ya’ll, my gay brothers,” giggling.

Vester nodded with a smile to each family member. “We each have met the perfect partner and plan to spend the rest of our lives in happiness. We want to get married next Sunday at the church here in Brier.”

Jadean frowned at her biological sons. “This be a total shock.”

I eye rolled and frowned to Jadean. “The shocker is that you have refused to assist your sons with their lovely moment in life which has pissed me off to heaven.”

Jadean frowned. “Really, Nadean, ya learned to talkie like a whore? Where be the southern manners I instilled into you?”

I giggled. “In Florida…” I reached and slammed the bicep of Vester again. He chuckled. I said with a stern face. “Don’t label people, Mama. Dorcee was a whore, since she was fifteen years old. You love her. Why are my brothers any different?”

Dorcee jabbed a finger with a sour frown at her older sister, “Ya a meanie, Nadean.”

“You’re a snake, Dorcee.”

“You’re a bitch.”

“You’re a cunt.”

“Stop it, girls,” Jadean yelled with a sour frown at her girls as the cat fight ceased.

Dorcee turned and smirked to her twin brothers. “The majority rule, a democracy wins. It says ‘naw’ on the church wedding.”

I turned and frowned to Jadean. “This house is ruled by a dictatorship. There’s never been a democracy here.”

Dorcee nodded with a giggle. “It is, now.”

I moved from the wall, shifting my shoulder purse in front of my face, reaching inside and pulled out a hand pistol from my purse, raising it for show with a stern face, gently resting it on the wooden table with the cold barrel pointed to me. Since, it was empty and smelled clean from the metal fluid. “A dictatorship, mine,” I looked up with a smile and a nod to Jadean.

Jadean swiftly stood, slamming the rear of the chair into the wall and shuffled from the breakfast table with a worried brow, looking down at the hand gun. “Good Lord, Nadean. Put that weapon down and away from your loving family.”

I turned and frowned at the other family members at the breakfast table. “What loving family? I hear a bunch of wussie babies, crying for their spilled milk. What do you say, Daddy?” He shrugged a shoulder in silence. I turned and smiled at my other family members at the breakfast table. “Good. I’m the sheriff here with my cute little gun. We start with requests which will be followed by wishes and then followed by complains next to the last, Mama. And finally the whines come last, Dorcee.” I turned with a smile and a nod to see my twin brothers. “What do you request, dear brothers of mine?”

Vester smiled at his mom Jadean. “Our personal effects, such as, photographers and trophies, we couldn’t move them during the first exodus, since we moved and lived with Nadean in the townhouse…”

“Pfft.” Jadean frowned at her biological sons. “That my daddy paid with his last breathe and last penny. Then ya’ll destroyed and had to buy it for cheap, whilest my daddy died a poor man.”

I turned and sneered to Jadean. “Grandfather Sloan didn’t die penniless, Mama. And we didn’t destroy it. I purchased the townhouse, after I got a good job with my free college education from the beauty pageant monies.” I turned with a smile and a nod to my brothers. “The answer is yes. You may take and keep all your childhood stuff. Then I gave the townhouse to both my dear brothers. What else, Vester?”

Vester talked for his twin brother, since the twin Vassar was afraid of his mother Jadean. He nodded with a smile to Jadean. “Vassar and I would like the usage of our mama’s good china bone placement settings, since the color selection of the delicate plates is both old and blue for good luck.”

Jadean folded her arms, shaking her curls with a sour scowl to her biological sons. “Naw.”

I said with a nod and a smile to Jadean, “Granted, my brothers! Shut the fuck up, Mama. What else?”

Vester pointed to each wall with a nod and a smile. “We would like some family portraits to decorate our new home with wonderful memoires of our loving family?”

Jadean unfolded her arms, shaking her curls with a sour scowl to her biological sons. “Naw.”

I giggled with a nod, pointing to each wall. “Okay. Just the ones that I’m at my cuteness, then it will be granted, ya’ll. What else, brother dears?”

Vester nodded with a smile to Jadean. “Mama, you are a talented artist. We would like a couple of your individual art pieces for our new home.”

Jadean shook her gray colored curls with a sour scowl to her biological sons. “Naw.”

I turned and frowned to my brothers. “Hmm, I can’t grant that request, since those are our mama’s personal property sorta kinda, since I do understand property rights as a licensed lawyer. But bros, I can help ya there. I possess three individual art pieces that were painted by our feisty mother that I’ll gladly bequeath to your new homestead. How’s that?”

Vester leaned over and hugged his sister with a smile. “You’re an angel, Nadean. That ends our requesting list.” He pulled back, standing with his twin brother against the dirty beige colored wall from years of cooking grease.

I turned and giggled with a wink to my twin brother Vassar, “How about some new kittens or puppies? I know there’re usually a couple running away from mama’s hatchet tomorrow.”

Vassar chuckled.

Vester chuckled with a smile, “Good idea. Maybe, a couple of kittens for our home with a couple of loving pets.”

I turned with a smile and a nod to see Urall. “And let’s add the yearly cow meat, well make that two cows, since my twin brothers eat like a pair of hungry bears. Right, Daddy?” Urall nodded with a bland face in silence as I say with a smile. “And some pigs for a barbeque and some greens from the house gardens.” Urall nodded with a bland face for a second time in silence.

Dorcee exhaled. “Why not the rest of the cotton crops, Nadean? You’ve taken all of our farm goods.”

I turned with a lady sneer and a sour frown to see my sister. “Did I ask you a fucking ass question? Naw, I did not, sister-damnest,” I turned with a smile and a nod to see my brothers. “What are your wishes?”

Vester turned with a smile and a nod to his loving family. “We wish for our perfect wedding to be inside the church, next Sunday afternoon. We will decorate the church, supplying all the flowers. We have a preacher-woman for our ceremony even though the US Federal Government does not recognize same-sex marriages.”

I nodded with a smile to him, “Granted, brothers dear.”

Dorcee frowned at her twin brothers. “That’s Almighty God’s church, not their…”

I turned with a stern face to see Urall. “Daddy, you’re an elder or something high up in the church, right, sir?” He nodded with a bland face in silence. I asked with a smile. “May your sons use the church for their happy union with their partners?” Urall nodded with a bland face in silence. I turned with a smile and a nod to my brothers, “Granted, brothers. What’s another wish?”

Vester leaned over and hugged his twin, saying with a nod and a smile to all his family members. “We wish all our family to attend our happy company, next Sunday.”

I said with a nod and a smile to my brothers, “I’ll be present with Winfred and OT,” I turned with a sour frown to see the rest of my family at the breakfast table and my mother in the wall corner. “Who else wants to join me? Daddy will.” Urall nodded with a bland face in silence. I say with a grin and a giggle. “And our mama Jadean and our loving sister Dorcee with her entire passel of spoiled brats too. Yay, a full house.” I turned and hugged both Vester and Vassar, pulling back with a smile and a nod. “A full antebellum house of belles and beaus for the wedding of the century, next Sunday,” I hugged my brothers again, pulling back with a smile. “Do you need help with any arrangements or supplies for the blessed event, Vester or Vassar?”

Vester smiled. “No, Nadean. We have everything planned to the second.” He leaned down and pecked her cheekbone, pulling back with a whisper and a smile. “Thank you so much, Sis. Our wedding means so much to us with all our family members happy or not, but you mean the most to us, Nadean.”

I leaned over and hugged him with a smile. “I love you, Vester.” I turned and hugged Vassar with a smile. “I love ya, Vassar.”

Vassar whispered into her ear with a smile. “Thanks, too. I love you, Nadean.”

I pulled back with smile and a nod, “How about moving of your personal possessions from this house now or later?”

Vassar and Vester turned and moved out the kitchen to the front door. Vester yelled, reaching the closed door. “Taken care of, my boys are coming to the door as we speak.”

Jadean, Urall, Dorcee, and Nadean moved from the kitchen and turned, following behind them into the living room, stopping and standing in the archway and against the wall and stared at the action.

The front door opened.

Two handsome tall men entered and turned with a nod in silence to each family member, following the back spine of Vassar up the stairs, since the atmosphere was tense with heavy emotions.

I nodded to them, looking with a smile to see Vester, “Covered.” I giggled and shuffled into the narrow hallway of extra rooms with the family portraits, touching each one with a smile and stopped at one glass frame with a giggle. “O. Let us pick the portraits for your new house. I love this picture of us down this hallway. We’re so happy and smiling with no food particles between your front teeth, Vester.”

Vester turned and followed, stopped behind the back spine of Nadean, patting her shoulder with a smile and a nod at the family portrait. “Dorcee is not rolling her eyes. Daddy is not yawning. Yes. You have a good eye, Nadean. This is the right portrait to remind us of our loving family,” he turned and smiled to Jadean, pointing at to the photography. “Is this okay with you, Mama?”

I turned with a sour frown and a sweet tone to see Jadean. “Yes. Our mother’s cool with it, bro. Right, Mama?” Jadean frowned in angry at Nadean. Vester reached and removed the family photograph, leaning and placing it against the wall for the pickup.

I turned with a smile, moving down the narrow dark hallway to a storage closet and opened the door, squatting and rattling the box. “I got another idea for your family portraits, Vester. This here old cardboard box contains all our baby and Brier elementary, middle, and high school pictures. You should take the box home, pull out the photos you like best, and start you own scrap book of the Garland family. Then we can add to it each year your own personal pictures with your loving family. How’s that?” I nodded with a giggle, pulling the box from the dark space.

Vester moved and squatted, staring down with a smile at the open box of numerous colored photographs, “Nifty idea, Nadean.” He reached and lifted the box into his chest with a smile, sorting through some of the old colored photographs with a set of good memories, turning and moving out the narrow hallway and stood near the front door and watched the moving crew of Vassar and their partners.

I giggled, standing and moving out of the narrow hallway, looking with a smile to my mama and stood beside Vester. “Life’s so easy. All’s ya’ll gotta do is ask and then they give it up, so you can receive it all.”

Vassar and their partners toted out numerous cardboard boxes and several cloth bags from Jadean’s house and placed inside a set of separate cars, until they had collected all the personal items. On the last trip, their partners did not come back into Jadean’s house, but Vester and Vassar stayed, standing next to Nadean.

Dorcee side stepped and sat on top of the sofa, watching Nadean and the other men, sipping on the soda. Her lips stopped sucking and sneered. “You’re still a bitch, Nadean.”

Vester said with a smile and a nod to his parents. “We’ve collected our precious items. We’re very grateful for the family cooperation. We’ll see everyone at two pm sharp next Sunday at the Brier Church.”

I smiled at Jadean. “Did ya get our mama’s china bone eating plates, bro?”

Vester smiled to Jadean. “Yes. Vassar collected the plates for our loving family members to share and remember on next Sunday after our wedded bliss.”

I turned and smiled to my brothers. “Excellent. We will all see you next Sunday at two pm sharp at the Brier church for the big marriage day. You call me for anything? I will come right back here in Bama any day or night, Vester.” I moved and stood in front of him with a nod and a smile.

Vester leaned down into her face with a smile and a whisper, “Big Sis to the rescue.”

I smiled with a wink to his face. “Hell yeah, only a whisper away…”

Vester stood tall, waving with a silly hand motion with Vassar’s hand motion to his parents. “Bye, Nadean, Mama, Daddy, Dorcee.”

I leaned over and hugged Vassar and Vester at the same time with a smile and a whisper. “Bye, Vester and Vassar. Say ‘hi’ to your new partners for me.” I pulled back with a wave and a smile.

They turned and left the home of Jadean and Urall Garland for the last night.

I turned and moved to the front door, following behind their running ass, seeing them load into their individual cars. All the cars turned and drove away from Jadean’s house and Nadean.

The front door closed.

I exhaled and turned around with a sour frown and a matching tone to see Jadean. “You must stop labeling people, Mama. It’s not right or nice or Christian.”

Jadean frowned at the closed door. “And they are Christian?”

I thumbed over my collar bone to the front door with a sour frown. “And they are your sons that Almighty God made along with each one of us. Jeezus, Mama. Go and ask Him why He did it, because Vester and Vassar can’t answer that profound fucking ass God Almighty question.”

“I’m truly shocked that my brothers are gay, and they’re illegally marrying another set of males in our Christian church here in our Christian town of Brier. The whole town will know and gossip about us and them, Nadean.” Dorcee turned and frowned at the closed door, sipping on her beverage.

I moved and sat down inside the oversized ratty chair with a giggle and a grin, “I’ve known for some time but living away from them cemented my suspicion.”

Dorcee turned and frowned to Nadean. “You didn’t tattle to us?”

I grinned. “I didn’t tattle that you were a teen whore, Dorcee. Did ya feel better, girlfriend?”

Dorcee sneered. “You’re a bitch, Nadean.”

The front door sounded with a knock and then opened.

OT ran inside with a grin and a giggle to his mama Nadean.

Winfred entered with a smile and a nod behind OT. “Good afternoon, Jadean, Urall, Dorcee.”

I moved and kneel, catching my son, pulling him to my breasts with a smile, “Hi, OT and OT’s daddy.” I leaned down and cuddled my child, saying with a smile. “I love you, cowboy.” I kissed his baby face, pulling back with a smile.

OT smiled, “Grrr-ma.” Two year old OT turned with a grin and a giggle and ran to his grandmother Jadean, giving her a hug at the kneecaps.

I stood and turned, trotting into the kitchen, sliding the hand gun back into my purse, returning to the living room, placing my purse on top of the highest book shelf out of way of the family members and my son.

Jadean knelt down with a smile, cuddling and kissing his face, “Feed the ponies, OT.”

OT bounced up and down between her arms with a smile and a nod, “Po-po.”

Jadean stood, turning with a smile, holding the tiny hand of OT turn and left the living room.

Urall and Dorcee sat on the sofa with a set of stern faces.

Winfred scanned an empty and quiet living room, thumbing over his collar bone to the closed front door, moving with a confused brow to Nadean. “I saw a parade of cars. Is everything alright in here? The house looks normal.” He cuddled Nadean, sitting on the loveseat, leaned down with whisper into her eardrum. “I recognized your hillbilly weapon from the guest bedroom. Why did you bring a hand gun to your parent’s house, Nadean?”

I said with a grin and a giggle to all eardrums. “Vester and Vassar are gay and are getting married at the church next Sunday…”

“…to each other?” Winfred frowned.

I reached and slapped his bicep with a stern face, “Naw.”

Dorcee giggled. “Winfred thinks like I do.”

I turned and frowned to my baby sister. “Jeezus, Dorcee and Winfred, both of you are something different from Almighty God.”

“Nadean has parted the Red Sea, chopped down the cherry tree, and saved the cotton crop from the Yankees, because Almighty God told her too. This be ended. Let’s eat some supper, ya’ll.” Urall stood and led into the kitchen with a smile and a nod.

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:05 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a left ankle, slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body. My mental mind daydreamed away the clicking time and the physical pain, concentrating and reliving another specific moments of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Thirty four years old Nadean and four year old son OT

 

 

Midnight

Friday April 21st

City of Coral Gables within the US State of Florida

Sedan trip of Winfred and Nadean south on Interstate 95

Tiara Ball business event

Warm temperatures with bright stars and dark sky

 

 

Winfred drove his sedan back home to their home in the city Coral Gables from a social dance and dinner at the hotel, saying with a sour frown and a matching tone to the dark roadway but for Nadean. “Why did you dance with Wilson?”

I looked out the front window shield with a smile into the darkness. “Because, he was a gentleman and asked me.”

“You should’ve turned him down. You act like a…” he turned and glanced at her dress. “Why did you wear that matronly thing?” He returned to driving with a sour frown.

I smiled, leaning down and rubbing my feet from dancing with a set of numerous males. Winfred did not dance, since he did not have rhythm. So I danced with every married man, who innocently flirted with me at every single social dance function. I said. “We just attended the Tiara Ball. I saw lots of women wearing this old thing plus a tiara. I’m just fitting in. Ya told me to ‘fit in’ and ‘be the trophy wife,’ Winfred.”

He drove with a sour frown. “Why did you lie? Your rhinestone tiara and necklace are totally fake, Nadean.”

I shook my curls, reaching and touching the tiara in my hair with a smile. “My jewelry is real. I received all my real valuable jewelry pieces from my real Grandma Garland, my daddy’s mama, before she passed away into heaven, when I was a teenager.”

He laughed. “That old coot, your sister told me about her. She wore her jewelry around the barn and the chickens and the horses and the cow shit.”

I giggled. “My Grandma Garland was a southern lady and the mistress of the cow farm. She didn’t work like my grandpa. She enjoyed directing orders from her rocking chair inside her house like a plantation mistress of yesteryears.”

He drove with a sour frown and a matching tone. “You make it sound like your farm family grew up during the Civil War, Nadean. For Christ’s sake, they’re farmers, nothing more or less. They grow food crops for eating.”

I smiled into the darkness of the road, “A noble living.”

He drove with a sour frown. “And you question my livelihood?”

I said with a puzzled brow. “I thought I was being helpful. I danced with Morgan, too.”

He turned and glanced at her nose profile and retuned back to see the roadway with a sour frown. “Matthew. His name’s Matthew. Be very careful, Nadean. People get very offended when you forget their surnames or use the wrong one during a social event.”

I stared at the road with a nod. “Matthew. Sometimes, we meet so many people that I can’t remember their names, only their faces.”

He drove with a sour frown and a matching tone. “You must learn to fit the face with the façade. You acted like a whore, tonight.”

I dropped open a mouth and turned with a sour frown to see his nose profile. “I beg your pardon, sir.”

He drove with a sour frown. “Nadean, you flirted, giggled, and flaunted in that dress.”

I frowned at his nose profile. “You told me to fit in.”

“…not like a whore,” sneered Winfred.

I frowned at his nose profile again. “Stop saying that. I am not that word. I was raised…”

“Pigs are raised. People are reared.”

“I was reared as a southern lady. I possess excellent social manners. I was being nice and friendly and joyful and spunky…”

“Spunky like a monkey, don’t be so gleeful. Act like a real woman.”

I nodded. “Okay, alright, I can do that.”

“We’re going to another ball tomorrow night on Saturday…”

“Well, maybe, you should bring your substitute wife.” I turned with a grin and a giggle to see the darkness of the roadway.

He drove with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Why can’t you model more?”

I unbuttoned the tight formal gown in the rear of my back spine from eating too much good food at the banquet. “I don’t want to model more, Winfred. I have a son that takes up the rest of my un-free time between working and mothering.”

He nodded. “You could make more money modeling.”

I shook my curls. “Naw, Herman has certain girls for certain looks. I’m just a gown girl.”

He frowned. “What does that statement mean?”

I giggled and patted my dress. “I’m tall with a skinny bone type. I look good in hefty fabrics but not necessary a bikini.”

He frowned. “You should ask. You should try to model bikinis and whatever else making more money.”

I smiled. “We don’t need more money.”

“I wanna add more footage onto the house, doubling the real estate property value.”

I turned with a sour frown to see his nose profile. “Why?”

“There’s plenty of yard and plenty of empty space. We could have a grand mini-mansion here in the Gables?”

“Why?”

“For appearance, prestige, or image pick a word?”

“Why?”

“Not that word?”

I exhaled with a puff of annoyance, turning with a sour frown to see the window shield of darkness over the road. “Winfred, I just wanna watch the free football games on Saturdays, eat hamburgers from Dee Dee’s, and not select more petunias…”

“Impatiens, they are a set of little tiny flowers, beautifully landscaping any residential home in the Gables.”

I nodded. “That’s nice. But, we don’t have the extra money in the checking account to do that this week on Saturday or Sunday.”

He turned and glanced at her nose profile and returned to see dark roadway. “Why?”

I shook my curls. “I just paid all our bills the mortgage, the electricity, the water.”

He shook his skull. “I don’t believe you. We both got our bi-weekly paycheck this week. How much is left within the bank account?”

I nodded. “The amount is 128.98 dollars is inside our checking account.”

“When did you purchase that dress? How much of my money did you spend?”

“I received it modeling. I receive all my formal ankle-length gowns free of charge.”

He grunted. “An unlikely story, I did not notice that our bank account was low.”

I giggled, “A likely story.”

“If there isn’t any money inside our checking account, then why didn’t you transfer money from our tiny savings account?”

I turned with a sour frown to his nose profile. “You are responsible for transferring money from the savings account into the checking account. You told me not to do it for that exact reason.”

“Why did you wear that dress?”

I turned and touched the ruffles with a smile. “My gown is called a plantation dress with ruffles and bows like a fairy princess.”

He laughed. “You ain’t no princess but you might be a fairy like your twin brothers. Am I right, lipstick? Why didn’t you wear a sexy dress?”

I looked up with a deep sign and a sour frown to see through the window shield into the darkness of the night. “Because you told me that the sexy dress that I wore last Friday night was ugly, you didn’t like it.”

He drove with a sigh of annoyance. “My job depends upon impressing a set of new and innocent clients for the bank. That’s why we attend all these stupid ass charity balls. If the new clients like me, then they transfer their millions into my bank, and then I get a bonus.”

I turned with a confused brow to see his nose profile. “You receive a bonus of dollars? When did that start happening? You opened a new trust fund account for two clients last week, after we attended the masquerade ball as Cleopatra and Caesar at the Omni Hotel.”

“I used my bonus money for this new car.”

I turned and touched the leather console of his new car with a puzzled brow. “O. My name isn’t on your new four-door sedan.”

“Only my name, you name is on the van, the sports car, and the boat.”

“Why do we own three cars, Winfred? There are only two drivers in our household. How much is the car insurance for your new car plus the two other automobiles? Where’s the limo, tonight?”

“Don’t matter. I pay my own car insurance for this car. I wanted to drive my new car to the charity ball.”

I turned and frowned at the dark road. “O. I see and with your new bonus monies. Did we report all your bonus monies on our income taxes? I do the US Federal income taxes, since we’re married, Winfred.”

“You’re too skinny. You need to gain weight. Then you’ll look sexy in your sexy gowns. And you shouldn’t wear high heels either. It makes you look like a skeleton at Halloween,” he chuckled.

“Geez, I’m too skinny, too tall, and too pretty. What do you want to be next too short, too fat, and too ugly like…”

“Like who? Who are referencing that is too short, too fat, and too ugly?”

“I…”

“I want to be rich, Nadean. I’m thirty four years old and growing old by the hour, the minute, the second. I wanna plan for my retirement but can’t with all our suffocating money debt.”

“We’re an average American citizen with average American debt like a house mortgage.”

“You’re a smart ass, Nadean.” He slowed and turned his sedan into the driveway of their house.

I turned with a wink and a giggle to see his nose profile. “I used to be a spunky. Remember, monkey and our monkey love, Winfred?”

“No.” He stopped and parked his sedan next to the babysitter’s car at their house, cracking the door open, turning with a sour frown and a sneer to see Nadean. “Do not pay her more than twenty dollars looking after Tanner. Tanner was sound asleep before we left the house…”

“After OT ate all his supper and bathed his body and then heard his favorite bedtime story,” I giggled with a smile, sliding out and moving around the front bumper of his new sedan car, entering the front door of our house.

Winfred moved and blocked her before entering the closed front door, saying with a sour frown and a matching tone, “A single twenty dollar bill for her wasted time, Nadean.”

I nodded with a grin. “Yes, master.”

He swung around, opening the door, moving inside and turned toward the master bedroom with a huff and a puff of annoyance.

I followed behind the ass of Winfred inside our house, moving to the babysitter and stopped, standing with a smile and a nod. “Mrs. Fina, gracias for watching our precious little angel-boy.”

Mrs. Fina, the queen-sized matronly lady said with a nod and smile to Nadean. “Jhe be sleep, precioso.”

“Si, OT is very precious,” I leaned over and slipped two one hundred dollar bills into her hand with a smile and a nod, turning and escorting her out the front door. “We will see you for another baby sitting duty next Friday night, Mrs. Fina.” She left the house.

The door closed.

 

 

7:02 a.m.

Friday May 1st

House of Nadean and husband Winfred

Master bedroom setting of Nadean and Winfred

Hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

The closet door opened.

Winfred stood and grinded each clothes hanger over the metal pole in front of his personal closet inside their master bedroom with a sneer and a shout. “Where are my starched and ironed dress shirts? I need my pressed and iron dress shirts, Nadean.”

I heard his voice and yelled a response from the guest bathroom, “Alright.”

He turned and moved from the master bedroom, swiftly advancing down the hallway and appeared inside the archway of the guest bathroom with a sour frown and a sneer. “The cleaners open at seven o’clock. Run by and collect them.”

I continued to clean off from the face of my son his breakfast with a confused brow. “And you are…”

“…really late for a business meeting in the heart of the Gables. Bye, Tanner.” He leaved over and reached for his son, back stepping into the hallway with a sour frown and a serious tone. “Ugh, he’s covered in chocolate.”

I giggled, “Chocolate donut.”

He said with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Nadean, you cannot feed our child sugar and sweets in the morning. He needs proteins, carbohydrates, vitamins…”

“The donut has fat and salt. OT eats all his breakfast. He’s a good eater, Winfred. The sugar will dookie out of him by lunchtime.”

“Dookie…,” giggled OT.

Winfred said with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Sugar makes kids hyper.”

“Sugar takes two hours to run through a kid’s system. He plays all time long at school. OT needs the sugar for more energy output for a hard day at his office…”

“Where are new set of dress shirts?”

I continued to clean the chocolate from the ears, both hands, and the smashing lips of OT, before school. “I didn’t pick up your new set of starched and ironed dress shirts, dear.”

Winfred lifted and slapped his hands down to his trousers with a sour frown. “I ask, so very little, Nadean. I need to measure my tuxedo dress shirt to the tuxedo trousers, before the tuxedo store closes this afternoon, since the event is today at six o’clock. Why is Tanner eating a chocolate donut for breakfast? He should be consuming healthier entrees like eggs and oatmeal.”

“OT consumed two eggs, two turkey bacon stripes, and a small bowl of oatmeal. This is the filling for his tummy. He’s like to eat being a growing boy. This is our morning ritual. After he eats and dresses, OT gets a reward for being a good cowboy.”

“Cowboy…,” giggled OT.

I smiled. “Mama’s little cowboy from the city…” I leaned over and kissed his clean hair roots which were not covered in chocolate.

He frowned. “Two eggs, Nadean? That’s too much cholesterol.”

“My daddy eats three eggs, four pieces of pig bacon, four pig sausage and buttered biscuits every morning, and he’s healthier than my mama’s prized stallion. Good genes from my side…”

“….your hillbilly side. Tanner is not a hick from the rural country. He is born in Miami, Florida.”

“City slicker like his daddy,” I smiled at my son.

“Daddy…” OT turned with a grin and a giggle and twirled his dirty fingers to his father Winfred.

Winfred back stepped from his son with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Clean him up, now! You’re going to be late for his preschool. Heaven knows that he needs to be academically proficient to attend Harvard.”

I smiled. “OT’s going to attend Burn U like his mama, graduating without honors too,” I reached and lifted his shirt, tickling his belly. OT giggled, slapping her face with his chocolate covered fingers.

Winfred frowned. “Firstly, Tanner is not going to that redneck school. He will best apply to all the Florida Universities, secondly, if he cannot attend Harvard.”

I grinned. “He can attend the Miami-Dade University, since he is a true native and not transplant like me.”

A popular bumper sticker on some of the vehicles in Miami reads Native, Transplant, or Alien. The reference was a silent message for the illegal aliens, swimming up to the shores of Key West that invade the city of Miami, Florida.

Winfred parked both his hands on his hips with a sour frown. “Over my dead body, Nadean. Get him to school and pick up my shirts. The store is open, before you forget again.”

I reached for the towel and wiped my hands of chocolate, turning with a smile to see Winfred. “I have a suggestion. Why don’t you drive by the dry cleaners and try on the trousers with the shirt there? If’an there’s…”

He shook his skull with a sour frown. “I hate when you perfuse in your default southern slang. The proper word is ‘if’ which all by itself, without the other nonsensical syllables.”

I reached and lifted OT from the toilet seat and dropped him down to the floor with a smile to Winfred. OT turned and ran through the house into the Florida room. I grinned with a wink. “I do it to piss you off, Winfred, for if’an fun. I’m being playful like a kitten. Meow. What’s up your probe, today and last night? You’re very un-tight and intense. Is it work?” I moved forward and tried to hug my husband.

Winfred back pedaled from her with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Friday, we’re going to the King’s Ball.”

I frowned, “Another charity gala ball thingy? Can’t we skip a Friday night like for the rest of the remaining calendar year and next calendar year too?”

He frowned. “No. I entertain the bank customers, so the entertaining customers will stay with the Third National Bank of Florida, where I have a job to work too. There are lots of changes, taking place at my work.”

I said with a puzzled brow, “With you, too?”

He looked down to see his polished worn leather shoes and returned a pair of narrowed eyelids to her in silence, swinging around with a sour frown to the narrow hallway, moving across the floor and to a side door on the far wall of the living room that led into the garage with a shout to Nadean, “Within the entire bank. Pick up my shirts. I’m going to work.” He opened the door and left the house.

The door closed.

 

 

7:31 a.m.

Dry Cleaners lobby setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

The front entrance door of the dry cleaners business opened.

I entered the store with a smile, holding the tiny hand of OT, marching to the counter. “Good morning. I’m picking up shirts for Winfred Sims.” I released the hand of OT as he turned and ran around the open lobby of the dry cleaners with a grin and a giggle.

The young female shook her curls with a smile. “Winfred Sims hasn’t dropped off any dress shirts here.”

I looked down to read the paper slip. “He ordered six dress shirts both starched and ironed.”

She turned and stared at the business computer, typing on the keyboard. “Winfred Sims dropped off six dress shirts last Friday and picked them up on Monday morning.”

I frowned to her. “May I use the telephone to contact my husband?”

She nodded with a smile, pointing at the business telephone on the edge of the counter. “Go ahead.”

I reached and grabbed the landline receiver, punching and dialing the bank number, watching OT run around the floor. He sounded with a buzz like a bumblebee with a pair of extended arms. The phone connected to the secretary. “Hello. This is Nadean.”

Nadean paused and listened to the secretary to Winfred on the other end of the telephone landline.

“Nadean Sims.”

Pause.

“Mrs. Nadean Sims, I’m Winfred’s wife.”

Pause.

“I really need to speak with Winfred. Please see if he’s available for my telephone call.”

Pause.

“O. Thank you so much for checking.”

Nadean paused and listened to the voice of Winfred on the other end of the telephone landline.

“Winfred, I…”

Pause.

“I wasn’t rude to your secretary, Winfred. I am…”

Pause.

I frowned on the telephone receiver. “Winfred, I’m a nice person. I’m from the South. All southern belles are nice and sweet. So I politely asked to speak with you.”

Pause.

“You’re always in a business meeting, Winfred. That’s not a shocking surprise to me. I’m at the dry cleaners.”

Pause.

“I’m not being rude to you, Winfred. I’m using the dry cleaner’s business phone. Where are your dress shirts?”

Pause.

“Which dry cleaners am I at? The address is…”

Pause.

“2198 Dixie Highway near Dee Dee’s Hamburgers.”

Pause.

“I’m not feeding breakfast to OT at Dee Dee’s. I’m trying to pick up your dress shirts, before his elementary school starts at eight o’clock.”

Pause.

I looked down and frowned at the floor. “This is the wrong dry cleaners shop. What location are the shirts?”

Pause.

I looked up and frowned at the window of rolling cars and the city street. “2188 Dixie Highway, that’s ten city blocks south from here and OT’s elementary school.”

Pause.

“Okay, alright, Winfred, I promise to get your dress shirts.” I gently dropped and rested the telephone receiver down on the hook, looking up with a smile to the nice girl. “I’m so sorry. You’re absolutely correct. Winfred didn’t drop any of his dirty dress shirts here. Thank you so much for the use of your business telephone.”

She reached out and handed an object with a smile and a nod to Nadean. “Here’s a coupon. We don’t want to lose a good customer.”

I snatched the item with a fake smile. “O. Thank you. I’ll use this coupon when I return next week. Thanks again for your assistance.” I moved and grabbed one of two outstretched arms of OT. He flew like an airplane with a series of burping sounds of a stalled engine. “Come on, cowboy. We ride the ponies south for the morning trail.” I turned, strolling to the archway.

The door opened.

Four year old OT giggled, bouncing up and down beside Nadean over the sidewalk to the family van. “Po-po, I wanna ride Po-po at G-ma’s house on the farm. When do I go, Mama, today?”

“The summertime, this time you can stay a long time with G-ma and G-pa and the pony, sweetheart,” I turned with a smile to see his silvery white colored hair roots.

“Po-po, yee-haw,” OT jerked from her hand and dashed, stopping and stood in front of the van, reaching and pulled on the locked door handle of the family van.

I smiled at the back spine of my happy son and stopped, opening the van door. OT reached and climbed with his hands and his shoes inside and sat inside his car seat in the front passenger seat. I leaned over and wrapped the safety belt around his little body with care, sliding into the driver’s seat with a fake smile. I never wanted my little son to see me mad or angry.

 

 

7:56 a.m.

Van ride on US Highway One

(10 blocks south from first dry cleaners)

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of sunlight

 

 

I cranked the engine, moving and driving ten more blocks for the second dry cleaners, where the dress shirts were cleaned and ready and then heard the police sirens. I saw a set of blue flashing lights inside the rear view mirror of the van, pulling over off the roadway and stopped the van.

The police officer slowed and stopped his car behind the van of Nadean, scooting out of the vehicle and moved, stopping and standing at the window of the van driver.

The window opened.

I turned with a confused brow to see the police officer. “What’s the problem, officer?”

The officer thumbed over a collar bone to a short building behind his ass with a stern face and a serious tone. “Ma’am, you blew through a school zone.”

I turned and frowned at the white squat building. “A school zone, that’s a church building.”

The officer said. “The church houses an elementary school too. I clocked your vehicle doing forty miles per hour inside the twenty-five miles per hour zone during the school hours. You are looking at a hefty fine plus you have a set of expired car license tags also.”

I gasped. “That’s impossible.” I lifted the handle and cracked open the door, exiting and standing in front of the driver’s door and turned my body with a puzzled brow to see the rear license plate of my van.

“Mama,” OT shouted and wiggled his fingers inside the car seat in the front passenger seat of the van.

I back pedaled and turned with a smile and a nod to him. “Okay, baby.”

OT kicked at the glove compartment with his big sneakers, reaching across the cup holder with a pair of his wiggling fingers to his mom Nadean.

The officer leaned around Nadean, saying with a sour frown. “You have a baby inside the van?”

“My son is four years old in pre-kindergarten at Coral Rock Elementary School.”

He frowned. “That’s about six blocks from here. It is against the law to leave a child unattended anywhere, including a vehicle.”

I thumbed back over a collar bone to OT with a sour frown. “He’s right there within my eyesight.”

“Hmm, four years old, he’s supposed to be inside a car seat.”

“This is a booster chair which fits his large body properly.” I thumbed back over a collar bone to the booster chair with a smile.

“All car seats, including a booster seat should be in the rear of the vehicle in case of automobile accident. You are driving a newer model van. Does this van have air bags?”

“Yes.” I nodded with a smile.

“Please get back into the van, ma’am. I need to see all your car identification information, including your driver’s license, the car registration, and the proof of insurance.”

I scooted back into the driver’s seat with a nod and a sour frown. “Yes. I have all these items.” I leaned over and clicked open the glove compartment, searching and scattering the loose items around the space.

He frowned with impatience. “Do you have proof of your insurance card and your car registration, ma’am?”

I searched the glove compartment with a nod and a sour frown. “Yes. All the information is kept here for such an emergency,” I exhaled and could not find the insurance car or the car registration.

He looked down with a sour frown and wrote the information inside the police notebook. “Ma’am, I’m afraid that I cannot allow you to pass freely without numerous citations. Speeding in a school zone is four hundred fifty dollars…”

I turned with a sour frown to see his hair roots. “Four hundred and fifty dollars for…”

“School zone ticket…” he thumbed over his collar bone at the building, without looking at Nadean.

OT reached and slapped on her arm with a grin and a giggle. “Mama…”

The officer tore off numerous pieces of papers and handed her the numerous tickets, saying with a stern face. “No verification of vehicle insurance of one hundred dollars. The expired tag fee is one hundred and fifty dollars which does not automatically include the expired car inspection license fine of seventy five dollars. And you broke the law with the illegal placement of child restraint car seat of fifty dollars.”

I nodded with a sour frown, looking down and accepted the numerous tickets.

The police officer back stepped from the van window and Nadean with a smile and a nod, “Have a good day, ma’am.”

The van window closed.

 

 

10:02 p.m.

Hot temperature and clear night sky of bright stars

Home of Nadean and husband Winfred with four year old son OT

Florida room setting

 

 

The bedroom door closed.

I swung around and moved through the Florida room, seeing the bright headlights of a car through the exposed glass window, turning and running to check on OT inside his bedroom. He was fast asleep.

And I heard the footsteps.

I turned and ran into the Florida room.

The side door of the Florida room opened.

Winfred entered the house.

I moved and stood in front of Winfred with a confused brow. “Hi, honey. You’re home, finally. I was so worried. You didn’t call me. It’s so late outside complete darkness, not even moon light.” I back stepped with a worried brow and a serious tone, examining his swollen face and a pair of plumped red lips. “Have you been in a physical fight? Gawd, did someone mug you on the street? What’s wrong? You look depressed. Have you been crying? Are these tears?”

Winfred stood in the archway with a briefcase with a sad pout. “Hug me.”

I moved and hugged him, pulling back with a smile and a nod. “All better…”

“Shitty damn day,” he scooted around Nadean, moving and placing his worn briefcase against the painted wall. Then he and Nadean turned and moved, sitting at the dining room table. He sat first, looking down at the shiny clean wooden surface with a sad pout.

I stared at his hair roots which were going slightly bald.

He exhaled with a huff of defeat, looking down with a sad pout to see his hands. “I made a ten million dollar mistake. I was supposed to record a one hundred thousand dollar asset. I may lose my job. I have spent the past four hours with my supervisor, my director, and my administrator of the bank, looking over my mistake. We’re trying to find a solution to hide the error. I failed. The mistake ripples all the way up to headquarters in Tallahassee.”

I parted my lips, shaking my curls with a puzzled brow. “Wow, that’s a big difference in zeros. But I’m slightly confused. You don’t work in the accounting department at the bank. You’re employed by the asset management office which usually does not handle money matters, right? You, as the employee, receive a check and then deposit the check into the client’s bank account, right?”

He exhaled with a huff of failure, viewing the table surface, shaking his skull. “Some transactions involve the purchase of the land, the buildings, the warehouses, and the equipment. When a client is bankrupted or selling the business, without paying the bank note, we own the asset or group of assets. I wrote the wrong dollar amount associated with the asset and then the stupid accounting department recorded that number into the financial reports that went straight up to headquarters at the capital city of Florida. I don’t understand all the implications, but it might have screwed up the board of directors financial reports also. Every person above me is mad and worried about their bank positions and their work jobs. We’ll find out tomorrow what shit happens.”

I parted my lips, reaching and patting his hand with a confused brow. “I will repeat you do not work in the accounting department. Didn’t that dumbass bank accountant catch the oversight error? There should be a support document for any type of ten million dollar asset that should have been confirmed and verified much like a cash deposit. I don’t see the logic in citing you will at hundred percent blame for this incident.”

He nodded with a sad pout. “I wrote the number on a business memo and then signed it, without the proper documentation. The accountant punched the number into the computer system for recording the money transaction.”

I parted my lips with a worried brow. “Whoa, the horses, that’s not good for your defense, especially writing the evidence down on hard copy paper for proof. You’re not very good at numbers.”

He looked up with a sour frown and an angry tone to see Nadean. “What the hell does that mean not very good at numbers? Jeezus, Nadean, I had a shitty day at work. I come home to happiness. All you can say is you’re not very good at numbers, insulting and stabbing at both my character and my heart. We’re married rich and poor.”

I reached and patted his hand with a nod and a smile. “I love you rich and poor, Winfred. We’re not really poor or really rich. We work. We have jobs. I have good job. I can take care of us, if’an something happens and you lose your job at the bank. It’s okay, honey bunny. You can find a new job. There are plenty of opportunities in Miami. We’ll get through this. No big deal. We’re married and share everything, good stuff and bad things,” smiling.

He smiled. “If’an. That’s so cute when you use your southern charm. That’s why I love you along with your precious endearments. You’re special to me, Nadean sweetheart. The president, he asked me if I needed a new pair of eyeglasses. I guess he’s looking for any excuse to clear his ass too. I can view objects fine. I just need a new brain,” exhaling.

I leaned over and pecked his cheek with a light kiss, pulling back with a smile and a nod. “I’m your loving wife. I can fix ya up, big boy, and make ya relaxed and feel good. OT is sound asleep in bed.”

He shook his skull with a sour frown. “No. I couldn’t get it up, if my life depended upon it.”

I patted his hand with a smirk. “That’s all mental, babe. My physical activity will make you forget everything.”

He stood and scooted away from the table, turning and moving into the kitchen. “No. Your support makes me feel better. Now, I’m hungry.”

 

 

10:10 p.m.

Kitchen setting

 

 

Winfred entered the kitchen, moving to the counter, grabbing his gourmet meal. He swung around to the microwave oven, placing and heating his gourmet meal for supper.

He purchased a set of individual delivered meals from a local gourmet restaurant around the street corner of their house. The delivery boy left a paper bag on the front step every evening with one particular food item. Winfred had a set of particular tongue tastes, enjoying rich food and fine wine.

I enjoyed a beef filled with soy and other non-identified stuffed hamburgers from Dee Dee’s Hamburgers and a cold glass of sweet milk.

I did not drink alcohol, because I did not desire the tart taste. I was not really offended by people, who would consume beer or wine, since I was a baptized protestant. The protestant church doctrines tended to frown upon the word alcohol and the action alcoholism for some dang reason.

I stood from the table and turned, dashing and standing inside the kitchen archway with a smile and a nod. “I am happy that you feel better. And, since you’re home now, I discovered that my car tags have expired. My insurance card is missing. You…”

He turned with a sour frown to see Nadean, reaching over and opened the utensil drawer, taking a fork and a knife and scooted back in front of the microwave oven, “Your vehicle? You should purchase the annual car tags before they expire.”

I smiled. “You have always purchased the car tags for me and you, including both our cars and the boat. The car tags have your birth date of April. My birthday is in May. You took my insurance card to get the new car tags for the van, remember? That was on Monday. I got a ticket citation for my expired tags.”

Winfred watched the food heat up inside the microwave with a sour frown, standing and waiting for his cooked meal. “Then you should be more diligent, vigilant, and aware of your personal environment. I can’t be here twenty four hours to take care of everything, Nadean. That’s why I have a wife to take care of everything. I work a very busy job during both the day and night time hours. You work six hours per day,” chuckling.

The microwave oven sounded with a ding.

The door opened.

I frowned. “I’m a mama. I take care of OT between my job hours.”

He reached inside and removed the plate of the gourmet meal with a sour frown and a matching tone. “And I’m a dad. I could take care of OT easy, if I only worked six hours in a day.”

“I work five hours per day.”

He turned and moved back to the dining room table, sitting with a sour frown to the plate of food, stirring the heated contents with the fork and the knife. “Yes. That’s absolutely correct. I forgot. You only work five hours out of an eight hour working day for twenty five hours per week out of forty.”

I exhaled with a puff of surprise, “Winfred, I do work five hours per day for twenty five hours per week, but I’m paid at one hundred dollars per hour,” smiling.

He looked up with a sour frown to her. “If you worked forty hours per week at hundred dollars per hour, then you would make four thousand dollars per week. Or you would bring home a total amount of 208,000 dollars per year. Then I can be a dad and take care of OT, and you can take care of me instead.” He looked down with a sour frown at the steaming food.

“My salary calculates into sixty five thousand dollars per year, so I do contribute to our financial household…”

He peeled back the paper from the food plate with a sour frown. “Stop with your hillbilly slang! The word is so. The letters are ‘s’ and ‘o.’ So, the word sounds like the action of sewing a dress. I make three times that amount, meaning that I contribute three times to our financial household budget the house, the two cars, the lawn, the food, the gas, and the everything. Our debt ratio is out of hand, Nadean. We’re drowning in debt. I’m suffocating in debt from our outstanding bills. We can’t go any place or do anything, because our money bills have to be paid first.”

I reached and patted his arm with a smile and a nod. “Winfred, I don’t mind not going to any other physical spaces or places. I love our home. We have a cute little bug.”

He looked up with a sour frown to her. “Tanner is not an insect.”

I grinned. “That’s a figurative expression for cuteness. Why are you so down, man?”

“I do not enjoy your hillbilly slang, and I do not appreciate being insulted, Nadean. I don’t insult you or your background.”

“Hillbilly slang?”

He looked down with a sour frown and stabbed the food with the fork, lifting the food near his mouth. “Nadean, I’m pointing out to your stupid neurons that we’re in some serious financial trouble as the ship goes over the thousand foot waterfall. We must concentrate on our paying off our financial debt before the end of the year or before the end of summer.”

“Summertime? OT is set up for summer camp at the Coral Rock Elementary. There’s an awesome new camp program to teach the kids about space, space flying, and rocket spaces…”

“I don’t want my son to become a silly stupid sci-fi spacer nut like you.”

I smiled. “I just need to pay for his reservation. Then he can spend the month of June with your parents, the month of July in summer camps, and the remaining month of August with my parents in Bama. School starts back on August nineteenth.”

He chewed and swallowed the food with sour frown. “Paid with what? How much money is the summer camp? If OT spends time with your parents, and your brothers, and the cows, and the horses, then he spends the equal amount of time with my parents also.”

I said with a nod and a smile. “That’s okay with me and OT, Winfred. OT loves your parents. They’re really close and see OT all the time. I thought it would be fun for OT to play with new folks like some of the kids at my work office.”

He swallowed the food and shook his skull. “No, I do not work with your office friends.”

I giggled, “Office friends? That’s a funny word, Winfred. I don’t have any office friends…”

“You are not friends with the employees of your office staff. Why not, Nadean? Are they not nice decent people like my parents?”

I smiled. “You and I misunderstood my statement. Then you like to twist my words around for some reason.”

He chewed and swallowed the food with a sour frown, “Like that sissy French word ballet? Why in the heavens is my son, a rough and tough little boy in ballet, Nadean? It doesn’t make any sense. Tanner is a male, not a female. You produced a male baby, not a little girl. I know you opined for a baby girl.”

I smiled. “I wanted a healthy child, Winfred. I received a healthy boy. One day, OT will be a good football player with great flexible. The hip and leg stretching exercises plus the routine dance steps will aid both his balance and his coordination on the football field. Miss Jennifer says OT is the best dancer in his class.”

He chewed and swallowed the food with a sour frown. “He’s three years old for gawd’s sake, Nadean, not fifteen.”

I smiled. “He’s four, Winfred. OT celebrated his birthday, last week.”

He chewed and swallowed the food with a sour frown. “I swear to the heavens, Nadean. If I wasn’t so busy with my professional work, I would remove Tanner from that sissy girly messy prissy stuff.”

I frowned. “You are welcome to spend more of your limited time with your precious son. He comes first.”

He shook his skull, “Please don’t start this here and now tonight with me.” Winfred ate the food.

I frowned. “Here and now, tonight’s good. The night is quiet. We both are awake and talking for the first time in weeks. I’m casually pointing out that your son should come first…”

He gasped. “I work for a living. I provide our lifestyle with more than water and food. I like to rest and relax on my free weekends.”

I frowned. “We jump into your car and visit with your parents in the city of Palmton, an hour’s drive for us. Then we stay the entire weekend.”

He swallowed the food with a sour frown. “They see OT only on certain holidays. Each weekend, OT takes prissy ballet like a sissy girl, but he’s a boy.”

I smiled. “And all of OT’s balances and twirls are both adorable and stable. He’ll be a great goal kicker in college football.”

He shook his skull. “My son is not playing sports, Nadean. Sports are too dangerous for young kids. He can play an instrument with some musical friends, and maybe start a rock and roll band. I played the guitar.” Winfred ate the food.

“Very poorly…” I giggled.

He turned and frowned to her. “What did you say to me?”

I grinned. “I’m quoting your brother.”

“Nadean, I do not like it when you gossip about me behind my ass or with my family members behind my ass.”

I grinned. “I didn’t gossip. Your brother talks all the time about your childhood when we visit your parents in Palmton. Chill, monkey!”

“Forget the past. Focus on the present. And the present is that I want a money schedule of our household revenue with the associated household expenses. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a start. We will pear down our expenses, eliminating unnecessary money items like the maid service. It wouldn’t hurt for you to exercise your ass around the house, cleaning my bathroom and cooking my meals. I don’t want Tanner to get any more fast food joint meals, either. He needs a real home-cooked meal like your mama does.”

“Well, my mama’s home-cooked meals suck like yesterday’s Easter eggs. I pay my maid service from my modeling funds. The money comes from my own funding source, not yours, Winfred. And’s, I’s employed her for a very, very long time, now. She does any excellent job with the house. Don’t ya think?” I grinned.

He chewed and swallowed the food with a sour frown. “Stop with the hillbilly slang! Tanner’s learning three different foreign languages inside his brilliant mind with a proper dialect. He doesn’t need your southern slang mixed with his Spanish vocabulary.”

“Tanner’s language skills are very good for a four year old child. He writes and spells in a full sentence with a noun, a verb, an adverb or an adjective. He writes with a pencil the sentence: I love you. Then he wrote the sentence at school: The dog is red. The Miami-Dade public schools are the most superior institutions in the USA. OT will be reading in three languages by the fourth grade. His foreign language abilities will open up a ton of unlimited opportunities for an awesome career as a lawyer.”

He chewed and swallowed the food with a sneer and a sour frown. “Lawyer, Tanner isn’t going to law school. We can’t afford any law school tuition inside the USA unless it is a mail order one. Tanner isn’t brilliant. He’s average in both intelligence and academics like you.”

“I have a law degree, Winfred.”

“Pfft! You attended college when the academic curriculum was easy, Nadean. You spent seven years in college, accumulating degrees like a set of marbles and wasting away all that beauty pageant money. Your grandfather secured you a townhouse on campus, so you could twirl a stupid baton on the football field, flinging your ass around and around in front of these drooling footballs players. Yeah, you had fun in college, Nadean. Didn’t ya date the entire football team?” He chuckled. “That’s ten players, playing with ya? Ya got pretty lucky, being a pretty thing.”

“Pretty thing?” I gasped with shock.

“What?” He frowned.

I exhaled with a puff of pain, looking down with a sad pout to see the table surface. “Back home, when a girl’s pretty but not smart, she’s nicknamed a pretty thing.”

“Pretty thing,” He smiled and stared at her hair roots. “I didn’t have a rich grandfather. I rode in a set of pre-teen, teen, and adult motorcycle races, earning all my free money. Then I paid for all my college classes at the local West Palm University near my house, so my parents won’t go into financial debt. A university education is very expensive. Tanner is an oversized child.”

I looked up with a smile and a nod to see Winfred, “A big boy.”

“An oversized and tall child at four years old, he’ll be a fine athletic, maybe the sport of baseball. If he’s an outstanding baseball player in high school, Tanner can go directly into full time paid employment. A baseball team takes the best kids from high school and then develops them into professional baseball players. If I’m lucky, I won’t ever have to worry about paying a dime of his college education. Tanner will be a baseball star with a baseball career. When he’s twenty years old or so, once he’s kicked out for being a sorry-ass batter, Tanner will have his own money and then can pay for his own college education. These days ya gotta have a college education or no job.” Winfred laughed. “Tanner’s future, a baseball half-star and then a working stuff like his dad. I can retire from my banking job, after we sell this house for a few million bucks. Real estate property is the smartest investment in the entire world, Nadean.” He ate the food.

I lifted and slammed the wooden surface with both my palms, saying with a sour frown and a matching tone. “OT is going to play sports, the sport of football, not baseball. OT is going to a four year university for a proper formal education. He needs the diploma for a good career job, Winfred. And he will get a college scholarship.”

He reached behind his ass and grabbed his wallet, opening it. He fiddled around inside his wallet and lifted, handing her the object with a bland face. “Here’s your car insurance card. Did you get your car tags?”

I accepted and looked down with a confused brow to see my insurance card. “No. I need my insurance card to renew the tags and get the car inspection, before I get the car tags,” I looked up with a stern face to see him. “I’m very upset about this, dear. I have to go to work, tomorrow morning. I hope that I don’t receive a second ticket,” I slid a pile of traffic paper tickets over to the plate of food, since I had placed the stack of tickets there for the evening discussion tonight.

He looked down with a puzzled brow, reading the first traffic ticket with an open mouth. “O my gawd.” He dropped his fork, reaching and grabbing the stack of traffic tickets, flipped and read each one. “Ya received a pile of tickets…car speeding, no insurance card, expired tags, and a citation for an illegal placement of the child car seat,” he looked up with an angry scowl to see her. “What are you, a murderess?”

“The car seat was moved when you used the van, last night, hauling that set of painted pictures from her house. I don’t understand why you purchased all those expensive paintings.” I exhaled with a puff of defeat, turning with a puzzled brow to stare at the new art work on the far wall across from our dining room table.

Winfred had purchased a set of the numerous ugly paintings from his secretary at his bank job.

He turned with a smile and a nod to the wall of hanging painted art work also. “I like the beautiful paintings of the ocean, the beach, and the sea life like living here in Miami.” He looked back with a sour frown to see Nadean. “Don’t make up excuses to avoid a more important matter of my son’s safety. You could have killed him, sitting in the front seat of the vehicle. Your new van has a pair of air bags, Nadean. Air bags are designed for adults like me, not children like him. What does it take to get through to you regarding my child’s permanent eternal death?” He looks down with a sour frown, flipping and re-reading each ticket.

I turned with a smile to his bald spot on his skull. “You’re a little bit over dramatic, dear. When I entered the car, I couldn’t move the baby car seat. It’s too heavy for me. I was only driving to and from school and asked you to…”

“…put our son’s life in danger.” He looked up with a sour frown and a nasty tone to her. “You were speeding and ran a school zone. You’re a very dangerous driver, Nadean. I’ve warned you over and over again about speeding. You speed around our nice neighborhood in the Gables. You speed on the interstate to my mom’s house. No one makes it to Palmton in less than an hour, Nadean. No one? You’re going get killed. Who cares about you dying? You’re going to kill my son. I’ll delivery my child and pick my son up from school, tomorrow.” He dropped the pile of tickets on top of the table, standing and spinning to the kitchen, carrying back the set of dirty dishes to the sink.

I stood and swung around to the kitchen, following behind his ass with a nod and a smile. “I concur. Whatever I must do and sacrifice for you to pick up our son from school and spend your time with him. He eats at the school cafeteria, every morning. His food account is paid and current. You can eat breakfast with him too at the school…”

“No.” Winfred stopped and stood, gently placing the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, turning with a stern face and scooting by her and to the spare guest bedroom.

“Where are you going?” I stopped and stood by the stove oven, watching his ass move away from me and down the lower stairs to the third bedroom with a closed door.

He flung both his arms above the bald spot with a nod and a stern face. “I’m going to call my mom. She always helps me through my mental issues.”

I frowned at his wiggling ass, “Your mama?”

The guest bedroom door opened.

I rolled my eyeballs with a sour tone, “Fine.” I turned and moved to the second bedroom with my son OT.

Winfred always acted like an ass when he was stressed out. His work day had been rough. He never talked to Nadean about his work, about him person, or about his life. Winfred would feel better after talking to his mom plus a stiff alcoholic drink of gin and water.

Then they did sex.

 

 

6:00 p.m.

Thursday May 2nd

Home of Nadean and husband Winfred

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

The side door on the far wall opened.

I moved from the garage hallway, hearing the washing machine running, and entered the dining room space, seeing a set of upright bodies around our dining room table.

“Buffing the wooden floor…” Winfred tapped on a stack of paper on top of the dining room table with one of the strangers. The stranger wore a pair of blue jeans and a set of work boots. Winfred was dressed in his business suit jacket with a necktie and his dress shoes.

I stopped and stood inside the archway with a confused brow, scanning the strangers. “Winfred?”

Winfred tapped and read out loud from the stack of papers. “You have to sign this document, also, Nadean. We’re buffing out the old wooden flooring.”

“Why…” I said without my smile in my lovely southern twang.

One of the guys turned with a smile and a wink to see Nadean inside the archway.

I came from my third job, fashion modeling, after making 1,000 dollars for easy but exhausting body work. And I wore a blue jean skirt, barely covering my naked butt cheeks, which was made for a younger teen, not a thirty something year old mama of a child. A pair of heeled sandals of naked feet and a tank top, without a bra, baby.

Her mom Jadean was rolling inside her grave from the sight of Nadean, but my real mom Jadean wasn’t dead, only dull.

I did not wear a bra to model the fashion clothes, since most of the outfits were gowns for a dance, a prom, a wedding, or a gala entertainment event. Under those social glamour circumstances, the gown had a built-in bra. Or ya just go naked, ya’ll.

The photographer Herman had learned and shared in the world of fashion that models modeling clothes with no bras sold fast and furious. Therefore, no bra was supporting my flapping tits inside the white tank top, standing underneath the door archway of our house.

Winfred didn’t bother looking at Nadean, only pointed and read the legal document. He did that silly habit especially with a sheet of paper of English words. His index finger followed each line of the sentence from the left to the right like an old manual typewriter and then it returned to the new English sentence.

I giggled with both silliness and embarrassment in front of the rough contract home workers.

“To make our home look nice, that’s why, Nadean?” He finger fucked the innocent paper again.

I faked a smile, moving forward and bouncing my tits up and over the tile floor of pink, orange, yellow, and white geometric figures as the men watched my ass wiggle, probably pig grunting in lusty delight. Winfred should ask for a sexy-walk-discount with my performance for buffing out the wooden flooring too.

I moved and moseyed to our master bedroom, jumping out of my summer heels, removing the tank top and the blue jean skirt. I walked my naked feet to my private walk-in closet, snatching a pink fuzzy bathroom.

Winfred stood and turned, moving from the dining room table, entering their share master bedroom, rattling the legal document and the ink pen in her face with a stern face. “You need to sign. They can start on Friday.”

I turned and accepted the items, looking down with a puzzled brow at the paper. “I’m home on Friday from work.”

“You’re home in the afternoon. They start early at seven then finish by ten o’clock.”

“I don’t want OT to sniff all these nasty chemicals into his lungs. Remember, when the hurricane came through Coral Gables, last year? Then all the kids get sick with asthma. They will be sniffing a set of disposable gaseous inhalers for the rest of their little precious lives from exposure of harsh air molecules, Winfred.”

He nodded with a smile. “Tanner was at your mom’s farm, lucky little gator. Tanner is going to be with my parents, this weekend, since you and I are going on a cruise ship for the bank at my work. Have ya packed your suitcase for the weekend trip?”

I frowned and read the paper. “OT is with your parents, this week? I didn’t know. We’re going on a cruise ship, this week. I didn’t know that, either.”

“Sign the paper. The buffing will occur on Friday morning. Then we open up the doors and windows, letting all the room walls air out. No harm to anyone’s nostrils. I have sinus allergies too. I’d be more worried about my health over Tanner.”

I looked up with a grin and a wink to see his sour puss face. “You’re any old fart, Winfred. Something breaks down on you, every freaking day.”

He said with a sour frown. “I really didn’t like it when you insult me, Nadean.”

I looked down with a sour frown and scanned the paper. “It’s all true. We have been married for seven years ago. Now, you wear a pair of eyeglasses on your eyeballs, a set of steel braces on your teeth, a right knee brace to across the hard sidewalks, can’t hear out of your left eardrum, and are going bald in the rear end. Next ya know you’ll be blinded in a right eyeball.”

He said with a sour frown and a snarl to her silvery white hair roots. “Shut your face. Sign the paper.”

I signed with my personal kiddie signature of a cursory capital letter ‘N’ with a long wavy line. The line represented the other letters of my entire legal married name…adean Orion Sims, since I dropped the maiden name Garland long time ago for two obvious reasons, socially and shitty.

I looked up with a puzzled brow and handed the papers back to him. “Where’s OT?”

“Tanner is not here.” Winfred accepted the papers, looking down with a smile to verify her signature, turning and leaving their shared master bedroom.

I stared at the wall and pondered that statement, turning and moving to my dressing drawer for a new throng.

South Florida weather was warm in the morning at six o’clock, presenting seventy five degrees of hotness. Then air temperature raised and peaked around ninety degree in the summertime.

So, I sweated and smelled between the front door and the car door and from the car door to the front door. At the Herman’s Model Studio, his assistant-girls touched and slapped the dress and my body with a pair of cold dirty hands. I always felt like I needed a bath, after coming home from my fashion modeling job being a private girl.

I started modeling for Herman when I tumbled into the cheerleading thing. I thought it would be fun to be a rah-rah cheerleader for a professional football team, since I liked watching football games over any other sporting event. I couldn’t ever play the sporting football as a sissy and sassy girly girl.

And the cheerleading paid off, very well.

I met Winfred or Winfred met me, depending on whose fairy tale you heard last.

I kept modeling for the money, one. Cash was an alley with everything. Two, Winfred was forced to spend time with his only biological son OT, instead of loving his office desk. I worked part-time at the hospital as a physicist, giving me the luxury of living out the fantasy of a housewife and a career girl.

But I was a mama, first.

I drove and escorted OT to the local public school Coral Rock Elementary School around the corner of our house, tucking him into a school desk with his backpack of food snacks. Then I turned and drove my fanny to work. I worked from eight o’clock until two o’clock, since OT did not want to leave the afterschool play time or the big slide or the four swings or the high monkey bars. So, I left OT until six o’clock.

“When the yellow ball falls behind that tall building, come and get me, Mama.” OT described from his childish point of view, running back and forth over the sandy playground that he never wanted to abandon for food or Mama.

I arrived at 5:58 pm at the school playground for my pickup duty of my son. OT always ran with a smile and a laugh into her arms, giving a wet sandy mouth kiss. Then, we went home for a supper meal and a bubble bath.

Today, Winfred had picked up OT at five o’clock, since he was in charge of playing, feeding, and bathing as I went to model the clothes.

I changed into a new set of clothes, feeling dirty and needing a bath, but the words bothered me: Tanner isn’t here. I turned and stomped on my naked feet into the Florida room, finding all the workers are gone. Winfred was on his hands and his knees, cleaning the low part of the painted wall underneath the mirror. I charged to him with a lady sneer. “Where’s OT?”

“Playing with a friend.”

“Who’s the friend? I know all of OT’s friends. I didn’t get a phone call for OT to come over to…”

“Reed is a new friend. She lives within the 600 block of Leonardo at the end of the street corner. Why are you so bossy?” He grunted and wiped the lower part of the painted wall with a wet cloth.

“I am being bossy. I come home almost night time and my son is missing.”

“Tanner has a new playmate. He’s an energetic youngster.” He sat back, dunking and rung out all the soapy water from the cloth over the water pail.

I parked both my hands on the hips with a sour frown. “You are supposed to be his playmate, Winfred. You are too spend time with your son. Why are you scrubbing the damn wall?”

He sat back on his knees, jabbing a finger at different portions of the low painted wall. “The damn walls are completely disgusting. There’s dried oatmeal here. Dried pizza crust there. This is our home. I want our home to be warmth, love, and clean for gawd’s sake, Nadean.” He leaned over and scrubbed the food stains from another part of the painted wall again.

“I’ll tell Daniela to clean…”

“You need to fire Daniela and her incompetent crew of ugly daughters. They’re taking you and your money for a ride. How much do you pay them anyways?” He sat back, dunking and rung out the soapy water from the soaked cloth over the pail again.

I crossed both arms with a smile and a nod. “Daniela and her girls have been with me for a long, long time. I paid them, very well.”

“For not being American citizens, but illegal aliens, we’re going to get into police trouble by paying a group of illegal immigrants, who illegal live in Miami. Then we’ll lose our jobs and our house…”

“Naw.”

“Do not make that annoying animal sound. Is that the noise of a cow fucking another cow?” He chuckled.

“Don’t know. I’m not a farmer, only a brilliant physicist. Where does Reese, Ruby, this gal live?”

He held the soap wet cloth in the air, turning with a smile to Nadean. “Her proper elegant Christian proper name is Reed. She has a four year old son too. They both live down the street next to the playground park.”

I asked with a sour frown. “I’m marching down there and collecting my son. Did he eat?”

“She fed them.”

“Did OT bath?”

“She bathed them.”

“Winfred, this is our son, not hers. We are responsible for our son’s bodily functions like eating, peeing, shitting, and washing. Jeezus, I’m getting my boy and giving him a bath. And then, I’m talking to you about this entire reckless dangerous subject matter, again, after OT is asleep in bed.”

He leaned over and scrubbed the wall with a sour frown. “You’re being a shit ass, Nadean. I am more concerned about our boy living and playing with a set of invisible germs and growing degrees of black mold inside our dirty damn house.”

“Naw,” I turned and entered my bedroom, scooting my naked feet into a pair of soft flip flops, swinging around and prissing my ass out across the floor and out the front door of our house.

The house was a funny design with a set of double entrance doors, facing the pretty pink colored bricked driveway. The driveway was named Leonardo Avenue, a private road for only Nadean Orion Sims.

I marched down a set of matching pink steps and plopped a right flip-flop onto the driveway of soft rose pink. The front door stared at the side view of the next door neighbor’s rose garden and house and a pink cement guard gate. I swung to the side, flip flopping down the vanilla colored sidewalk.

I stopped and stared at the last residential house on the street corner which was across from the playground grassy park, where OT and I spent Sunday afternoon on the swings, the slides, and hide and seek between the plant bushes. Winfred spent the day golfing with his clubs or fishing in his boat or working on his sports car.

I turned and climbed up three steps, stomping over the front porch of a one-story blue baby paint colored set of cement blocks like my house with a set of four puny white squared shaped columns, stopping and knocking on the wooden beaten old white paint peeling front door. I waited with a sour frown and a couple of soft curse words.

And then I knocked for a second time.

The door opened.

A woman appeared with a smile and a nod. “You must be Tanner’s mama.”

I said with a smile and a nod too. “And you must be from the Deep South, the State of Alabama by chance.”

She did not extend a manicured hand, since southern belles smiled, not shook. “Naw, I’m from Georgia. But we’re really, really close, since we’re neighbors, once again. Hi, I’m Reed Stinger. Our boys are out back in the yard destroying something. Come on in.”

I moved and followed her wiggling ass on a set of pale leg in a pair of the shortest walking shorts through the living room that was corded off by a set of real cloth ropes, turning to stare with a puzzled brow at the clean and white nice furniture setting. “I am Nadean Sims.”

Reed led with a smile and a nod to the rear patio, “Nice to meet another southern belle in Florida. I moved here after college with my ex-husband. Then he moved back to Georgia to live there, permanently.” She stopped and stood at the closed door, grabbing the knob.

The patio door opened.

Reed moved over the patio and stopped, standing in the ugly yard, leaving the patio door open.

I followed behind her wiggling ass and stopped, standing beside Reed inside her ugly yard of scattered toys and tall green weeds with a smile and a nod, since southern belles did not yell but smile, “OT.” I squatted on my kneecaps for his little boy size with a pair of open arms and a smile.

OT stopped playing, swinging around with a confused brow, running with a smile to his mom. “Mama. Mama. This be Reedy. And she be Reedy’s mama like you be my mama. I have fun,” he shook his skull. “Don’t wanna leave, now. Naw. Naw, Mama.”

Her son stopped playing too, turning and running to stand beside OT, looking at his mom Reed in silence.

I grabbed and cuddled his dirty little body with a smile and a soft voice. “Sweetheart, tomorrow is school for you and Reedy.”

Reed stood and cuddled her son, patting his skull, looking down with a smile and a nod to see the hair roots of Nadean. “We should get together after school and go to Dee Dee’s Hamburgers or some place.”

I stood and nodded with a smile, turning and shoving OT back through the patio door. “We can do that but not tonight. OT, let’s go home.”

OT stood in place, shaking his skull, pointing down to the ugly back yard with scattered toy and high weeds with a smile. “Daddy says I can stay here, tonight.”

I grabbed and pulled his arm to the open patio door with a fake smile and a nod, “Naw, sweetheart, we can’t. We have school tomorrow. He’s at Coral Rock Elementary School.”

Reed turned and followed behind the back spine of Nadean, moving to the open archway with a confused brow. “Around the corner of our houses, are you paying for the prestige?”

I gently shoved OT to the open door and turned with a smile to see her, shaking my curls. “Coral Rock is a public school. All the programs are free for all local students between the city streets of US-1 and Coco Plum east to west and north to south between Sunset Boulevard to LeJeune Road. We interviewed for OT to be accepted there. Once accepted, he will enter the Spanish magnet program, enjoying the classes and making new friends, starting next August which will endure his entire academic life until eighteen years old.”

Reed frowned. “You sound like you’ve planned Tanner’s entire academic future.”

OT and I moved forward first through her house as I shook my curls with a smile. “No. I planned out the entanglements of city school crap.”

Reed covered the earlobes of her child with a sour frown. “You dare to curse in front of your child?”

OT took off running and through the front, after Reedy fled onto the front porch.

I turned with a worried brow, pointing to the open front door, dashing through the archway to the front of the house and the city street and stood on her front porch. I watched OT and Reedy run around the grass. “The children are outside on the front porch. I don’t cuss in front of my child. I’m merely pointing out that the school system is excellent here in Miami. But I find the teachers are knee deep in butt shit while the school administrators only care about getting promoted to their next school position.”

She pulled up and turned with a sour frown to see the nose profile of Nadean. “You sound more angry than bitter, now.”

I turned and smiled at Reed. “I am very pleased. OT is…”

“OT, I thought his name was Tanner.”

“Orion Tanner Sims is his Christian name.”

“Orion is a star.”

I nodded with a smile. “Orion is an old family name, being from the South. You know how a mama names her kid from some old dead person?”

She frowned. “O yeah, right, so Winfred calls his son Tanner and you call him initials.”

I giggled. “You’re slick.” I turned with a smile and motioned with a hand. “OT, please come to me. We need to scoot our boots, honey. See ya around, Reed.” I moved down the front bricked steps, moving forward and chased after OT over the front lawn of manicured grass.

Reed stood on the front porch with a hand wave and a smile at the back spine of both Nadean and OT. “Shore thing. See you around the block, Nadean and Tanner.”

I turned and scooted OT faster down the sidewalk to our home.

OT looked up with a smile and a dirty face to see the chin of his mother, “I have fun, Mama. Can I come back to Reedy’s house, please?”

I cuddled him with a smile and a nod, rushing back to the house, stomping onto the private driveway. “Of course, sweetheart, let’s go home and fix you some supper. I bet my bear cub is hungry. Grrr!”

OT ran ahead of Nadean with a grin and a giggle, climbing up the front steps of his house with a rebel yell, “Grrrr, Mama, I be hunger for some good stuff.”

I jogged with a smile behind my precious son to the closed front door.

The door opened.

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:12 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a right wrist slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body. My mental mind continued to daydream away the clicking time and the physical pain, concentrating and reliving another specific moment of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Thirty four years old Nadean and four year old son OT

 

 

7:01 p.m.

Thursday May 22nd

City of Coral Gables in US State of Florida

Home of Nadean and husband Winfred

Dining room setting

Warm temperatures and partly cloudy night with bright stars

 

 

I knelt down near at the dining room table on the floor, decorating the school homework assignment with my four year old son in the pre-kindergarten class at Coral Rock Elementary School.

OT pointed down with a grin and a giggle to the paper poster. “Need hair for the man, Mama.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll use one of my old dolls for some hair.” I reached over within the messy office and art supplies of items on over the tile, finding and grabbed the girly doll. I used the scissors and clipped off some of its black colored hair and then glued it down onto the paper man inside the paper poster, saying with a giggle and a grin. “Too bad, Daddy wasn’t here. Then we could use some of his black hair.”

OT turned with a grin and a giggle and smashed all his fingers into both the water and sand pails on the floor for fun. “Daddy, yeah, and you be the ‘bestest’ mama, too,” he stood, turning with a grin, leaning over and kissed her face, flinging both his hands in the air, getting the floor, the table, and Nadean wet.

I leaned down and kissed his clean hair roots, “You be the ‘bestest’ son, cowboy.”

He turned with a grin and a giggle and pointed down to the paper poster. “Sand go here.”

We covered the paper poster with golden colored beach sand, making a mess over the tile floor of our house. I wiped off the beach sand from his and mine hands on the towel with a smile. “Okay. There’s golden sand for the land of Florida, where Columbus landed in America, so the story goes. Lucky, duckie, we live in Florida with real sand for your poster, OT.”

OT giggled, “Lucy goosy.”

“What about water?”

OT turned and splashed the water bowl with all fingers with a giggle and a grin. “Paint water with finger.”

“Yeah,” I nodded with a grin.

OT turned and pointed down at painted water of the blue color of the poster.

I smiled, “All done, cowboy. We have tree bark for the ships, fabric for the clothes, and dolly hair for the man, and golden sandy sand for the beach plus some fresh painted blue water. Okay, time for bed. Ya got school tomorrow to present your American History poster to the class and teacher, OT.” I stood with a grunt, stretching out my numb limbs from the paint job on the paper poster, slowly turning to his bedroom.

He turned with a grin and a giggle and galloped ahead to his bedroom.

 

 

Private bedroom setting of OT

 

 

I moved from the hallway and entered a semi-dark bedroom, tripping over the objects on the floor of his room, holding both my arms parallel to the floor with a stern face, “Whoa, danger, danger, OT!” OT stood and crawled up and into a small bed with a grin and a giggle, resting over the bed linens. I squatted with a puzzled brow and examined the numerous items over the floor, consisting of a pup tent, a ream of rope, and his polished cowboy boots.

OT cuddled the old smelly baby blanket into his face, resting on top of the pillow, and rolled to the side to see Nadean with a smile. I lifted each item for a better view with a puzzled brow in silence. OT grinned. “Daddy says we go camping with Unc and Grandpops, tomorrow.”

I frowned down at the pup tent, “Tomorrow’s a school day.”

OT yawned. “Daddy says he gets me. We goes to Grandpops then camps. Daddy says you don’t like woods and scared of bears.”

I stood and crawled over his blanket and his body with smile into his precious face with a whisper. “That’s going to be fun, OT. But Mama ain’t scared of no cats…”

“What cats? Is Toot and Poot coming with us, Mama? Toot and Poot live here with me and you. They don’t go outside.”

“Yes, Toot and Poot are our house cats. Mountain cats are called panthers that a live in the forest hills of the mountain. Ask Unc about the cats at the campfire, okay?”

“Okay, Mama?” He yawned with sleep.

I sat back and covered him with the old smelly baby blanket that was his security item, saying with a smile. “Tuck you in good. Give you a bug hug and wet your face with my spit.” I leaned down and spat onto his soft cheekbone as OT giggled. I wiped the spit off and replaced it with my soft kiss, silently praying over my little angel. “I love you, OT.” I pulled back with a smile.

OT yawned, reaching over, patting the bed linen next to his face. “I love you, Mama. Lay here with me.”

I moved down and rested a rear skull on top of the twin mattress with my son, like always, until he fell asleep for both protection and love, every night.

 

 

9:51 p.m.

Florida room setting

 

 

The side door in the Florida room opened.

He stood with a stern face inside the archway.

I stood and frowned to Winfred. “Winfred, I know that you’re required to work late, but it’s almost ten at night. OT needed you. He lost his lunch box, his jacket. We spent the evening decorating his American History project, without you. Now, I learn from OT that you are going camping, tomorrow.”

Winfred said with a sour frown and a nasty tone inside the door archway. “I don’t love you anymore. I have acquired a lawyer and filed for divorce, two weeks ago. You’ll receive the papers on tomorrow on Friday. Our marriage isn’t working and must end, immediately,” he moved and strolled around Nadean, heading to their master bedroom.

I posed in place, parting my lips, looking down with a confused brow at my naked toes “Can I?”

“No. That’s the latest fad in marriage, a divorce.”

I turned with a worried brow and followed behind his ass. “Can we?”

He shook his skull, moving ahead into their master bedroom. “No, it’s over. I want to have fun, before I die,” he stopped and spun around with a sneer into her face. “And you’re no fun, Nadean. There isn’t any more exchange information to tell and discuss.” He swung around to the open archway of the shared master bedroom, without moving.

I smiled with a nod, “Fun? We can go to the Bahamas. I’ll take off work for three days. We don’t have to take along OT. He’ll be at your mama’s house in Palmton, next week.”

He spun around with a sour frown and a sneer to her again. “There you go making a decision, after the fact. Why didn’t you offer me a vacation paradise yesterday or the day before or the day before that.”

“I…”

“This is our life, our marriage. A damn day late, a damn dollar short. You’re someplace else in the present, Nadean. And that place isn’t with me.”

“I…”

“You don’t understand or can’t understand or won’t understand us. You’re busy with OT, with the job, with the house, with the modeling, with the every thing, but me. We are done. I’m young, thirty four years old. I wanna enjoy my remaining days of middle age, before I pass into heaven.”

“But…”

He shook his skull with a stern face and a serious tone. “There are no more ‘buts,’ Nadean. Our marriage is finished. The divorce papers are coming tomorrow by a special courier. Or I can deliver them at your work.”

“Here.”

He nodded with a grin. “Good decision. I’d be very embarrassed, if a set of divorce papers suddenly arrived at my professional work place, too. I’m going to bed. I’m tired of you,” he spun around to the open archway of their shared master bedroom.

“But, we’ve been married for seven years and celebrated our …”

“…un-happy relationship, last week,” He swung around with a sour frown and a serious tone to see her again. “I’m out of this arrangement, permanently. Good night. O. I’m taking Tanner to school tomorrow morning and picking him up from school, tomorrow afternoon. He’s correct. We’re going camping, without you. This is our male bonding time together celebrating the Memorial weekend holiday, without you,” he swung around with a smile and a nod to their shared master bedroom, this time.

The shared master bedroom door closed.

I stood in numbness and tears. My marriage was done, finished, and completed without the benefit of old age, separating me from my soul mate. I did not understand. I could not breathe, puffing out a set of shallow air molecules as my tears flew down both my cheeks, down my chin, and dripped onto my blouse.

Some of my tears hit the floor in silent regret.

 

 

10:10 p.m.

Guest bedroom setting of Nadean

 

 

I did not need any sleeping garments from his master bedroom. I would use our guest bathroom, where my toothbrush hung from a toothbrush holder with OT’s.

Now, OT and I would be a family unit of two people, not three. OT and I would attend all the school functions, church functions, and sporting events, only the two of us.

I slowly swung around and turned to see the Florida room, slowly moving with a slow beating heart inside my chest cavity that echoed between my twenty four bone ribs.

My marriage was over.

I did not understand. I was the one, who had been happily married for seven years, celebrating our wedded bliss, last month.

I moved across the tile and slowly turned with a sad face, stepping down each stairs and stood in front of guest bedroom of our house, grabbing the door knob and entered.

The door closed.

 

 

7:41 a.m.

Friday May 23rd

Guest bedroom of Nadean

Warm temperatures and bright sunshine with slight breeze

 

 

I blinked my eyelashes open, resting on top of the soft but strange bed pillow and bed mattress with a whisper, “School?”

Outside the room, Winfred yelled and beat a fist behind the closed door of the guest bedroom, “Nadean?”

I sat up and jumped from my bed, run, and opened the door with a puzzled brow.

He looked her up and down with a sour frown. “You look like shit, Nadean. I don’t want my son to see you like this. What’s wrong with you, Nadean?”

I pulled and wrapped the loose bathrobe around my nakedness, looking down with a sad face to see the white nice thick carpet. “I’m not recovering very well from losing the love of my life and my soul mate.”

He frowned at her silvery white hair roots. “Are you drinking alcohol? Is a pint of whiskey a southern redneck’s favorite beverage? Right, Nadean?”

I looked up with a sour frown to his grin. “I do not drink alcohol. I have never drunk a tongue tip of alcohol, Winfred.”

He smirked. “I suggest you stick around the house today,” chuckling. “The d-papers, get it? The letter ‘D’ for the divorce papers are arriving by a very special delivery courier unless you want me to delivery them to your professional work office. What’s that city street address, again?”

I shook my curls. “No.”

Winfred grinned. “This is the best for me, Nadean. I’ve wasted seven years, the best years of my life. Now, I find I must continue on without my prime years and face my old age with someone else.” I sobbed with my hidden tears, holding my nose, since I loved Winfred with all my heart and my soul. He reached and patted her collar bone with a grin and a nod. “Get some rest, Nadean. Please try to stay outta the liquor. It only swells your face. You’re a pretty thing, when not drinking or drunk from alcohol…”

“Don’t drink.” I sniffed and sobbed, wiping my face with the bathrobe sleeve.

Winfred grinned down at her slivery white hair roots. “We can make this process so simple by not contesting the divorce papers. That means we do not argue about any item inside the divorce decree. I had the lawyer draw up it for six hundred dollars. Cheap. Cheap like a farm chick. Right, Nadean? I got it cheap,” chuckling. “We just need one lawyer, since they’re sleaze bags and expensive. The decree states you keep the van, your personal possessions, clothes, and things. I receive the sedan, the sports car, the boat, my personal possessions, clothing, and other things. We split the furniture items, the bank accounts, and our pension plans. We must sell the house and use the profit to pay our outstanding money debt. Then we will both start with a new slant. That’s so easy. This is the current fad. Everyone’s divorcing now days. Wait for the special courier to arrive this morning then sign the paperwork. So, we both can get this tragedy behind us, Nadean. This is the start of the USA Memorial holiday weekend. We don’t want our divorce delayed, if we can prevent that. Are you listening to me, Nadean? Please look at me.”

I looked up with a set of rolling tears and a line of runny snot to see his grin. “OT?”

Winfred grinned. “You are his mother. Tanner lives with his mother, unless you want…”

“OT stays with me.”

He nodded with a grin. “Like I say before, Tanner lives with his mother. The divorce decree outlines our visitation rights as stated by Florida Marriage Law. But we can both be civil around this issue. Correct, Nadean?”

“Yes.”

He grinned. “Good. Well, that concludes our marriage business for the day,” chuckling. “Me and OT will be with my parents and my family members. Don’t worry. Tanner won’t miss ya, since he’ll be having fun, swimming inside the pool. We’re roasting hotdogs by the fire and marshmallows later in the evening. And do not call my parents’ home, either or ever.”

I frowned. “I wanna say good night to OT before he goes to bed.”

Winfred grinned. “If Tanner asks to speak with you, then I will oblige him…”

I sobbed with my tears. “I have rights…”

“I have the same rights as Tanner’s father as outlined in our new divorce decree. Do not call the house of my parents for any reason ever. My child is safe with me for the national Memorial holiday weekend. Do you understand my words? Since, you are drunk or stoned or something other than being normal. I will swing by here this afternoon and collect the papers from you. I want to file the D-papers before the end of business today at the courthouse, moving along our d-vorce like a horse,” chuckling. “Get it? Dash like a horse of d-vorce, of course,” grinning.

I frowned. “I need time to read the fine print of any legal…”

He frowned. “It’s a standard divorce decree legal document. I just outlined the details of the legal papers. I get my stuff. You get your things plus Tanner. Children belong with their mother.” He back stepped, rushing a finger to his lips. “Shh.” He turned and moved up the stairs, through the kitchen, and stood with a smile, facing the Florida room and the hidden hallways of bedrooms.

I moved and followed behind his ass, standing by his eardrum, hearing with both my eardrums.

A pair of tiny cowboy boots stomped over the floor, since OT was awake and dressed for a day of elementary school. “Mama,” OT ran with a grin and a giggle from the hallway to his father, scanning the room for his mother.

Winfred stared with a smile at OT, standing by Nadean with a whisper into her eardrums only. “Sign the papers, Nadean. Don’t forget to do that. Or the entire process will be invalid. Then we’ve to start this procedure again. Do you understand me? Nod your head, Nadean. Let’s get this over with and move on with our individual lives. You should hide from Tanner.”

I turned and squatted, holding out both my arms with a smile to OT. “Naw.”

Winfred squatted with a smile and a nod to OT, whispering to her eardrums only. “You’re both scary and smelly. Are you drinking? Tell OT that you are sick.”

I frowned. “I’m not sick.”

He whispered. “Look in a mirror, Nadean. Your face is red and swollen. Your eyeballs are blood shot. Your curly hair looks like a crow’s nest. Tell Tanner that you’re sick with a cold, before you upset his little mind with unnecessary worry. Tanner is too young to understand or comprehend our marriage problems.”

I faked a smile, “Fine.”

OT stopped and stood in a pair of cowboy boots and a new pair of blue jeans inside the Florida room, tilting a face with a puzzled brow, “Mama.”

I pulled and folded the robe around my nakedness with a fake smile and a nod to my son in silence.

I had ripped off all my clothes last night, after Winfred had closed his master bedroom door, since I was hot and heated from crying and sobbing throughout the night. My marriage had ended without a gleeful fanfare or a fist fight.

Poof.

Married one day, not married the next.

I reached and scooped my son up into a hug with a smile. “I love you, OT.” I held back my tears of sadness, knowing that my little boy would grow up without his daddy within the same house.

“I love ya, Mama.” OT wrestled away from her, pulling back with a puzzled brow and a serious tone. “Why ya not dressed? Time for school, Mama!”

Winfred leaned over and grabbed OT by the arm, pulling him from Nadean with a smirk. “Mama is very sick, Tanner. Look at her red face, swollen eyeballs.”

OT back stepped with a worried brow from her, “Uoo, ya be sick, Mama? You be vomiting green sick from your mouth too like some of the other kids at my sick, one day?”

I crossed my arms over my bathroom with a smile and a nod. “I have a little tiny cold. Cough. Cough. I’ll be fine this afternoon when I pick ya up from school.”

Winfred shook his skull with a smirk to OT. “Mama will not be picking you up from school today, Tanner. You’re going to visit with Grandpop Sims this afternoon, including the entire weekend. This weekend is special, because this weekend is a holiday. We all are celebrating the national Memorial holiday with hotdogs, hamburgers, a bonfire, and ponies.”

I stood and turned with a sour frown and a sneer to see his nose profile. “What the f….”

“Fun,” Winfred stood and stared with a chuckle and a nod down at OT, “Fun. What the fun time, Tanner? You and I will have with Granny and Grandpop Sims plus all your cousins, starting today on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, because you don’t have to attend your school on Monday. Right, Tanner?”

OT danced side to side, raising both arms into the air with a grin and a yell, “Yay.”

Winfred stepped forward and grabbed OT by the arm, turning and shoving his son to the closed door. The side door inside the Florida room led down the stairs through the laundry room and to the garage space and the vehicles. He said with a grin and a nod. “Let’s move, Tanner. Is this his art work for school?” He reached and grabbed the paper poster on top of the dining room table.

I turned with a croaky voice and a smile to see the wiggling ass of Winfred. “OT’s completed homework project of Christopher Columbus and the three ships…”

OT skipped beside his daddy with a grin and a giggle to the closed door, “The Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…”

“Correct.” Winfred moved to the closed door with his briefcase and OT’s poster in his hands. “You are a very smart, young man. Let’s move, Tanner. I have a business meeting.”

The side door opened.

OT turned and stood in the archway with a sad frown to Nadean. “Mama?”

I turned and waved with a set of silly fingers and a silly smile. “I love you, OT. Have fun with Granny Sims, cowboy.”

OT frowned. “Will ya pick me up from Granny Sims, tomorrow, Mama?”

Winfred shoved his son into the laundry hallway, leading down to the garage with a fake smile and a serious tone. “No, Tanner. I’ll be driving you there. I’ll bring you back here on Monday. Then you sleep for a few days and then school will be out. Then we have all kinds of summertime plans.”

OT swung around with a puzzled brow to the laundry room, moving through the archway beside Winfred. “What summertime plans?”

They nosily walked and talked through laundry room and down the stairs.

The side door closed.

I turned and ran, standing by the dining room window, sobbing with my tears. Winfred backed out his new sedan from the garage space, taking OT to school at Coral Rock Elementary for the first time.

I felt so helpless and unneeded, watching his sedan disappear around the corner on our quiet city street of Coral Gables. My house lived in a nice friendly child safe city street. No drivers drove fast. Since, they respected the other cars, the other children, the other pets, and each other.

A divorce meant that I would be moving someplace else in Coral Gables which would be close to the elementary school of OT, since he attended a public school, free of charge.

Reed’s child Reedy went to a private school around the corner. The private school expenses were twenty thousand dollars per year, without any cents.

I wrapped both my arms around my robe and my nakedness, turning and moving to the telephone on top of the television cabinet and stopped, standing with a stream of tears and a line of runny nose snot. I reached and lifted the receiver of the telephone landline, punching and dialing the familiar telephone number to call my supervisor. I heard the ring and waited on the connection. “Hi. This is Nadean.”

Paused and listened to the voice of her supervisor on the other end of the telephone landline.

“O yeah, I usually don’t call into work by telephone. So, yeah, something is wrong, Gary. Thanks for asking. OT is sick, this morning. I’m going to see the physician around ten. Therefore…”

Paused and listened.

“I’m glad that everything’s covered today. I can come into work on Saturday and wrap up the calcs.”

Paused and listened.

“That’s a better idea. I can do the work on Monday, since the office is closed being a holiday.”

Paused and listened.

“Thanks, Gary. I’ll definitely see you on Tuesday morn, nine.”

The telephone disconnected.

I sobbed with a stream of hot tears, rolling down a red and swollen face.

I was getting a divorce. My life was shattered. I felt lost and lonely, but I had OT, my little boy.

I turned and scanned with my blurry eyeballs over my house.

Clean.

The maid service did a good job. They were a mother-daughter team that cleaned my home and some of the other homes around my neighbor. They were very nice, sweet, professional, and foreign as in illegal. They had cleaned the house, yesterday afternoon.

So I didn’t have to deal with familiar or unfamiliar company, since I couldn’t handle it today.

And I couldn’t handle any food, either.

I turned and moved back to my new bedroom, since I had lied about work, OT, and my sucky life. I couldn’t go into work with a red swollen face.

I stomped down the mini-steps of three into a furnished guest bedroom, passing a messy bed without thinking about fixing it pretty. I didn’t give a damn. I moved into the bright bathroom mirror, stopping and squirting my sensitive eyeballs from the continuous crying.

The bathroom door closed.

And I turned and stared at a monster.

My face was three times swollen than normal and indented with a set of vertical and horizontal ceases over my two fatty cheeks from sleeping on a set of teary water puddles from my moist eyeballs. My eyeballs were lined with a set of wiggling red lines, looking like red blood but only strained from not sleeping very well.

I cried off and on all night long, being mad, scared, afraid, shock, stunned, and surprised plus thousands of other deep emotions, unnamed. I experienced shock rather than angry and then fright of my future as I was still too stunned to talk to myself, standing and staring at my swollen face of a monster.

I reached and slapped the faucet water to run, leaning down and washed my face, feeling the cold water, looking up with a set of swollen lips into the mirror as wet droplets fell down into the sink. I whispered. “I don’t give a damn…”

I reached and snatched the towel, drying my face, feeling the same numbness with a red swollen face and back stepped from mirror, deciding nothing. I was not hungry, thirsty, tired, or sleepy. I whispered. “I don’t give a damn…”

I turned and left the bathroom, the bedroom, and stomped up the mini-steps into the kitchen.

OT didn’t get any breakfast. Winfred would feed him at the school like I did each morning. I could not eat the school food, without producing mouth vomit from the nasty smell.

I moved through the dining room and living room of the Florida room, stopping in front of the pretty three rows of French doors.

One of the patio doors opened.

I moved forward over the patio to one of the outdoor patio chairs, sitting inside and leaning back and closed my moist eyelashes to sleep in the early morning hot day in Miami, Florida.

 

 

1:03 p.m.

Living room setting

 

 

The front door opened.

I stood with a fake smile to see the young delivery courier body. “Hey.” A southern belle was always nice and proper even unhappy and divorcing.

The delivery courier boy looked down with a grin and read the package. “Hello. I am delivering a personal package for Nadean Orion Garland Sims, that you?” He looked up with a smile and a nod.

“Yeah.”

He leaned over and handed her the clip board. “Sign here, please.”

I reached and accepted the clip board with an attacked convenient ink pen, signing my legal name with a fake smile and a soft tone. “Do I get a copy of the signature page?”

“Yeah,” The boy shuffled through the papers on the clip board, rattling the third page of black carbon, showing the precious handwriting with the letter ‘N’ plus a wiggling line like a slithering snake. The wiggling line represented the other non-descript letters for the rest of her legal name…adean Orion Garland Sims which no one saw or could figure out, without a verbal explanation. He leaned over and extended the paper with a smile and a nod.

I reached and accepted the paper with a fake smile of silence words and a nod.

He swung around, dashing and moving back to his car inside her driveway.

The front door closed.

I stood and ripped open the envelope, seeing a familiar form from my law school days at Birmingham University, flipping to the last page, the signature page. I said with a confused brow. “Winfred’s secretary has witnessed for him on the legal document. Witness? Shit.” I look up with a sour frown to the far wall. “I need a witness before I can sign the thing. Ugh.” I turned and trotted over to his master bedroom for my clothes. “I gotta go to the damn bank. I need a gawd dawn witness signature too. I was a fucking lawyer that graduated from fucking law school. Jeezus, I can’t remember anything at the moment…”

 

 

8:58 a.m.

Monday May 27th

Charity Coral Gables Hospital

Business office setting of physicist Nadean

Warm temperatures and partly cloudy with sunshine

 

 

OT was out of school for the summer, vacationing with his grandparents in the small beach town of Palmton, Florida, an hour north of Coral Gables.

And I missed him more than usual. So I trotted my ass back to work, missing my child during the USA Memorial holiday weekend too, recovering from a major change of my life, divorce.

I moved and slammed a hand on the metal frame of the closed door of my private office at my work with the Charity Coral Gables Hospital radiation therapy department with a stern face.

“Where’s your ring?” My co-worker moved and stood, looking with a puzzled brow at the nakedness of the hand of Nadean on the door frame.

I wore a pair of blue scrubs, a white turtleneck shirt, and a blue colored skull cap over my hair bun and a white face mask over my nose and my lips. Three body parts were exposed: a pair of eyeballs for seeing, two hands for clearly typing my job work, and one ring finger without my big bulky diamond ring.

I turned with a stern frown inside the face mask to see her puzzled face. “I…divorce.”

My co-worker parted her lips, shaking a blue colored skull cap too. “O my gawd. You’re divorced. How long were your married, Dr. Sims? You’re so secretive that I didn’t realize you were having difficulties in your private life?”

I talked through the face mask and stared at her. “Seven years, one weeks, eight hours, and forty three seconds…”

She shook both her skull cap and her naked hands with a wedding band. “O my gawd. You need some major personal counseling. You’re in shock like being in a car wreck, Dr. Sims.”

“I…” frowned at her, feeling okay but sad.

She shook both her skull cap and her naked hands with a wedding band and a great big diamond ring. “Take my advice! You can’t make a simple decision in your state of mind from a divorce. It screws up your mental and emotions.”

“I…” frowned and felt okay but confused.

She shook both her skull cap and her naked hands with a wedding band, a great big diamond ring, and a wrist diamond bracelet. “You can talk to Dr. Patterson’s wife. She’s a certified psychiatrist. You need some major help. A divorce wrecks your emotions. Are you getting the house?”

“I…” frowned and felt okay but frustrated.

She jabbed a finger down to the floor with a stern face and a nod to Nadean. “The bank accounts. That’s the really important stuff to get control of during a divorce. Did you get all or part of bank accounts?”

“I…” frowned and felt okay but puzzled.

She smiled. “Are you getting alimony too? You have a child, correct, Dr. Sims? You don’t have to worry about solo custody unless you’re an alcoholic mom. Do you drink alcohol, Dr. Sims? Or are you abusive to your kid? Do ya beat your child?”

“I…” frowned and felt okay. I did not drink alcohol or hurt my son.

She laughed. “You’re a teetotaler. I forget. That’ll be good to tell the judge in a court of law for your divorce hearing. Dr. Patterson’s wife is right across the street from our hospital. Go and see her! She’s fix ya right up, Dr. Sims. She takes cash, credit, and our hospital’s good insurance. We have a good insurance plan and coverage for lots of psychological sessions.”

“I…” frowned and felt weird about an upcoming divorce hearing in a court of law too.

She reached and patted the collar bone of Nadean with a nod and a smile. “You’ll do fine, Dr. Sims. You’re a good worker here in the radiation therapy department and nice a person too. You’ll get everything, including the furniture, the cars, and the safe deposit boxes,” giggling.

I shook my curls, turning and leaving my office to see the psychiatrist about my upcoming divorce, of course, from Winfred.

 

 

9:18 a.m.

Psychiatrist office setting of Dr. Patterson

 

 

“I…” stood at the reception window and frowned at the hair roots of receptionist, who had taken my insurance card, my driver’s license, my hospital badge, my heart rate, my pulse rate, my height, and my weight.

She looked up with a smile and a nod, turning and moving to a side door on the wall.

The side door opened.

I turned and followed her wiggling ass down a long quiet dark hallway to a new side archway, entering the living setting with a sofa and a chair, sitting down on the sofa.

The physician entered the room with a grin, reading the medical chart, sitting down inside the chair which was next to the sofa and Nadean. “You are getting a divorce, Dr. Sims. The nurse took down all your insurance and personal information for my medical chart and payment method. You have the hospital’s insurance. This is very good insurance.” She looks up with a smile and a nod to Nadean. “This is normal for a delicate dilemma like this. You’re supposed to be upset and cry. You are suppressing your real feelings of depression, defeat, and defense.”

“I…” frowned at her and felt okay but strange.

She nodded. “You feel the need to attack and destroy something and maybe that something has hair and tissue like your ex-bastard husband’s skull. This is a very common deep deadly emotion. Don’t let it bother you, Dr. Sims.”

“I…” frowned and felt okay but confused.

She looked down and scribbled information on a prescription pad over the paper medical chart. “You need a medication pill for sleep, relaxation, work, and dealing with a child. You have a young child. They’re monsters when young and especially without any type of supervision of a second adult like the father.”

“I…” frowned and felt okay but weird.

She looked up with a smile, lifting and rattling a piece of tiny paper near a grin. “You are depressed, denial, and defeated. I’ll have my secretary set a second appointment, tomorrow afternoon. I understand that you are on some type of medical leave from your job and can attend our psychological session on a regular basis. Correct, Dr. Sims?”

“Naw.” I frowned and felt okay but puzzled.

She narrowed her eyelashes at Nadean with a stern face. “Is that an animal sound, Dr. Sims? Maybe, it’s a digression in your emotions, exhibiting the early symptoms of numbness, depression, revenge.”

I smiled with a goofy grin. “It’s just a divorce. Everyone does it. Everyone gets one. It’s the latest fad for a marriage to divorce, of course.”

She frowned at Nadean and then looked down with a stern face, writing information on the top of the prescription pad again. “I’ll adjust my clinical diagnosis. You’re in deep denial. I’ll prescribe a big bottle of anti-depression pills for you to function during the day at work. We don’t want to endanger your children at night either.” She tore the second slip from her prescription pad, looking up with a smile and a nod, handing to the paper to Nadean. “I want you to take the sleeping pills during the evening when you feel overwhelmed to attack and kill your ex-bastard husband. Okay, dear?” She smiled.

 

 

4:01 p.m.

Home of Nadean and husband Winfred

Dining room setting

Hot temperatures and sunshine

 

 

I sat on top of a semi-wet beach towel that was wrapped around my naked fanny from my swimming fun inside the pool and my sun tanning naked inside the chaise on my outdoor patio.

I came home from work around ten am after visiting the weird-ass psychologist for five minutes for my depression, denial, and defense state of mind. So I stripped down naked, trotted, and scooted inside a patio chair, sun burning the nightmare of a divorce from my neurons, my eyeballs, and all the way down to my pink-painted toenails.

I lounged inside the chaise and the sun, keeping up my golden tanned skin, getting really sweaty and smelly, and decided to make some money. I possessed a law degree and worked on the side, reviewing a set of legal documents in the foreign languages of Spanish and French. I could not speak Spanish or French due to my very good southern twang, so I compromised, reading and writing in both Spanish and French.

I ate my supper, sitting at the dining room table, chewing on a candy bar of chocolate, since chocolate cured everything, such as, stress, hunger, headaches, heartaches, divorce, of course.

The front door opened.

Winfred arrived, not his usual time, coming through one of the double front doors.

The front doors were never ever used, since the car was always parked inside the garage space. The side door inside the garage was always opened and used to enter the house through the Florida room from the laundry room.

Winfred banged his briefcase around the wooden door frame, using a door key, since the doors were locked and bolted per Winfred. He unlocked the front door, since he could use the unlocked garage door to enter the Florida room.

I giggled with amusement, working on my computer to make some money.

He exhaled with a huff of defeat. “Nadean, I’m glad you’re home, now.” Winfred turned and relocked the front door like an idiot, swinging and moving to the dining room table and Nadean.

I had moved my computer from the office desk in the fourth bedroom to the dining room table to piss off Winfred.

Winfred moved and stopped in front of the dining room table, standing with a sour frown and slid a paper over the table surface to Nadean. “There is some type of new marriage and divorce law. Before we can divorce, we must be assessed and evaluated that our marriage is irreparable. Or heaven forbade and God doesn’t bless, then we will be married forever.”

I typed on my keyboard with a grin and a giggle. “I professed to Almighty God that I wanted to be married to you forever or until death does us part…until death do us apart…or until death didn’t does us apart…”

He frowned down at her silvery white hair roots, “Nadean, stop being a silly asinine loser wiener dog! Our marriage’s over. I’m getting along with my new life, once the divorce is approved.” He turned and studied the wet towels on the floor and the chair. “Did the realtor call you, today?”

I typed on the keyboard with a sour frown and a matching tone. “I don’t deal with that bitch…”

Winfred exhaled with a sour frown, holding his briefcase, turning to stare at her hair roots again. “You must be more tolerate and patience, Nadean. This is the problem with our marriage. Your insensitivity has led to us seeking a divorce. That bitch is going to sell this estate property for one million dollars. We must leave for the marriage evaluation in an hour. Please ready and get dressed.”

I exhaled with a puff of defeat, closing down my computer lid, and scooted up out from the chair, standing with a sour frown. All the wet towels dropped down to the floor. And then I turned and wiggled my naked ass with a grin and a giggle back to my guest bedroom to dress.

Winfred frowned at her suntanned naked ass.

 

 

6:02 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

Marriage Counselor office setting of Dr. Quinn

Warm temperatures and partly cloudy with sunshine

 

 

The building was bright orange color.

I lived in the pretty city of Coral Gables inside the warm state of Florida, where all the houses were made from a set of concrete cinder blocks, not mud bricks. The concrete was painted with a tone of lovely shades of pastel colors from candy pink to hot orange to electric blue.

They drove and parked, moving out of our separate cars, parking inside the city street slots, moving into the interior of the building side by side like an old married couple.

The interior wall of the building was both smelly and old with a set of white dull walls.

Winfred moved ahead of Nadean to the elevator doors, pressing the button.

I pulled up and stood beside him in silence with wonderment. Why were all the elevator door silver shiny hues? Some television and stereo equipment were colored in black metal.

The elevator door opened.

They moved and swung around to face the empty lobby of the professional building in silence.

The door closed.

Winfred reached and pressed the button.

The carriage moved up when the little bell sounded with a ping to the sixth floor.

Winfred led and turned down into an empty hallway, moving down to the sixth door.

If there were six people waiting inside the reception space, I was outta here, ya’ll.

The office door opened.

I stood inside the archway, checking for six patients, seeing an empty reception space and exhaled with a giggle of fun.

Winfred moved and stopped in front of an open receptionist window, leaning down with a whisper and a smile to the pretty female. The female reached and tapped onto a devise without moving or speaking to Winfred.

A few second later, the side door opened.

An elderly man with a head of reddish gray colored hair smiled with a set of yellow stained teeth, motioning with a hand into the dark hallway and turned, moving and stopping at door number two.

I followed behind and stopped with a giggle and a whisper behind the ass of Winfred. “The curse has been broken…”

 

 

Physician Office visit

Living room setting of Nadean and Winfred

 

 

The psychiatrist entered first, moving and sitting down inside an oversized solo leather chair of golden brown.

Winfred and I moved inside one at a time and parked our asses on a long sofa at the opposite ends, wearing a stern face in silence, facing the psychiatrist.

I stared with a blank face at the unnamed psychiatrist.

He said with a stern face and a serious tone to Nadean and Winfred. “Welcome. I am Dr. Quinn. You are getting a divorce. I am so sorry to hear of that bad news.”

Winfred said with a sour frown and a matching tone to Quinn, jabbing a finger into her nose profile on the other side of the sofa. “She’s absent-minded, misplacing her car keys, her eyeglasses.”

I turned with a confused brow to see the nose profile of Winfred, without the finger motion. “I don’t wear glasses, but you do, Winfred.”

He said with a sour frown, again, “Her sun eyeglasses, forgetting appointments at the baby’s dentist, the baby’s shots.”

I frowned at the nose profile of Winfred. “The baby is a four year old child, not a toddler or an infant. And what dang appointment for OT have I forgotten?”

“The first day of kindergarten, Tanner was not allowed into his designated selected academic classroom, because she didn’t show up at the appointed physician’s office for Tanner’s immunization vaccinations. I had arranged the physician’s appointment for Tanner, but she missed it.”

I gasped, “Hh…”

Winfred jabbed a finger at her sour face. “She can’t articulate the English language, without butchering the alphabetic consonants. Tanner’s speech impediments are horrible.”

“I have a southern accent.” I frowned. “OT is learning to speak three different foreign languages including southern,” giggling.

Quinn nodded and wrote information inside a notebook on top of a small tray inside his lap. “She has blocking. Blocking is a memory malfunction, when the brain tries to retrieve information from the neurons, but another memory interferes. Then, the tip of the tongue literally trips over itself, causing mumbling or grunting sounds from the lips, instead of properly annunciated English words.”

I turned with a sour frown to see the big bald spot of the psychiatrist. “What the fuck? Have I clearly pronounced that fucking-ass English sentence for you, Quack, quack Doctor? I’m leaving this stupid silly nonsense conference,” standing.

Quinn looked up with a stern face and a serious tone to see the tall woman. “Nadean, if you remove your person from that chair, I will not approve your divorce.”

I sat down with a sour frown. “What the fuck?”

Winfred jabbed a finger with a sour frown and a sneer at her nose profile. “Please shush your vile mouth, Nadean. Please look at her dress code. Whore with a capital ‘W.’ She dresses in this inappropriate manner around me and my four year old son, all the time. This was what Tanner and I put up with all day and night inside our dysfunctional home.”

“Dis-fuck-tion-ya’ll,” I grinned, recalling Vester’s clever translation from years ago, which I had found to be so true then and so perfect now.

Quinn turned and smiled at Nadean. “Pardon me?”

I grinned with a nod to the psychiatrist. “A long time ago, I was told the word should be pronounced as disfucktion, ya’ll. Or did she fuck ya’ll?”

Quinn laughed. “Very good, Nadean, that is very clever. Was it one of my colleagues at the Miami-Dade University?”

I shook my curls, “Naw.”

Quinn chuckled. “What animal makes that particular sound?”

I smiled, “A southern redneck with naw sir, naw ma’am, and ah, naw.”

Quinn laughed. “Naw, that’s cute.”

Winfred leaned over with a sour frown to see his nose profile. “Doctor Quack, excuse me, Doctor Quinn. We, her and me are the hot topic of this personal meeting conference.” He sat back, bouncing into the soft cushions of the sofa with a sour frown to Quinn. “As I was saying, I have noted that Nadean watches a specific event with me then she summarizes that specific event totally wrong. A good example is the proper names of each wife of my bank professional clients or professional office coworkers. She toots the first name of every known female wrong all the damn time.”

Quinn stared at her. “Does she select the right appropriate name for a male?”

Winfred shook his skull, “Nope.”

I viewed the far wall with a grin. “I’m good at numbers, not names.”

Winfred turned with a sneer to see her nose profile. “And both start with the alphabetic letter ‘N’ like Nadean.”

Quinn turned and smiled to Winfred. “This is another memory failure called mis-attribution. When she collects datum of important information, or in this case an event, she voices the incorrect recollection of another source of datum from another specific event which is totally unrelated in her scrambled neurons.”

Winfred turned with a smirk to see her nose profile. “I take your interruption to be not good.”

Quinn said. “This brain or memory error of the subject has a profound set of tragic consequences in a professional legal system. The unacknowledged prevalence and misplacement but harmless incompetence will place another person, or in this case Winfred, in a dangerous or embarrassing social situation.”

Winfred turned and smiled to Quinn. “She does at that. Nadean also recalls when she has yelled at Tanner…”

I turned with a sour frown and a matching tone. “I do not yell at my child. I do not hit my child. I yell at you, Winfred.”

Quinn nodded to Winfred. “Suggestibility is accepting a false suggestion made by others. A memory of a past event is influenced by the manner, in which, that event is recalled without the stored neurons. A recalled memory is incorporated into the total memory recollection by emotions, feelings, actions, and reactions, which is associated with a set of physical attributes of both violent and verbal characteristic, such like, a yelling, a screaming, a hollering, or a shouting session.”

I shook my curls at the nose profile of Quinn. “I do not yell at my child. I do not hit my child. I yell at you, Winfred. And I can recall every single instance of the play by play frame with loud sounds, soft touches, and colorful vision…”

Quinn turned and gasped to Nadean. “O my gawd. You have been physically abusing your husband in your marriage relationship for seven years.”

I stood with a sour frown. “Hell naw. I weigh 121 pounds, dude. That’s on a heavy day, bleeding out while PMS-ing on my monthly menstruation. Winfred is five feet, eleven inches tall, over the weight limit, and tipping the bathroom scale at 272 pounds, buddy. Who’s most likely to abuse the spouse here, sir?”

Winfred frowned. “Sit down, Nadean! Tanner and I are tired of putting up with your outrageous burst of self-vanity.”

Quinn looked down with a sour frown and wrote information inside the notebook on the tray over his lap. “She has exhibited another memory failure of suggestibility.”

Winfred smiled with a nod to Quinn. “Thank you, Dr. Quinn. Nadean drowns in bias of my family, my friends, my co-workers, my job…”

Quinn looked up with a stern face to see Winfred. “Bias is another memory failure. It is a Bible sin due to one’s current angry or jealous feelings of the world, in this case, your personal world, sir. Her feels are distorted memory bits of violence or negative past events.”

Winfred turned with a smirk and a nod to see her nose profile. “Nadean talks all the time about her lousy childhood on the farm in the back woods country of Alabama.”

Quinn nodded. “Her memories are encoded with feelings of arousal of lust or sad moody emotions which can be tracked backward with fondness or hated to her childhood on the farm. Her embedded negative memories are representative of her above average life in the rural countryside.”

I crossed both arms with a nod and a smile. “I possess positive memories of my childhood, my mama, my daddy, and my brothers too.”

Winfred laughed. “Nadean admits her bias.”

I turned and looked down with puzzled brow at Winfred’s new shoes and new suit. “Jeezus?”

Quinn said. “I must admit that Nadean has symptoms of every recorded memory failure but persistence.”

Winfred frowned. “What is…persistence?”

Quinn grinned. “Persistence is a failure of a memory system, involving un-wanted loss or love of a set of recalled information, which is usually tragically disturbing for the subject and her family unit or friend block.”

“Friend block?” I giggled.

Winfred smirked. “Nadean dreams a set of nightly nightmares during our evening slumber almost every night. Quite annoying! She disturbs the house, awaking Tanner.”

I shook my curls with a sour frown. “Hell naw. OT can sleep through a hurricane. He snored when the power transformers blew inside our lawn and our interior house lights went out. Plus, as the 176 miles per hour hurricane winds rattled the window panes from the last hurricane, a couple of years ago, OT doesn’t awaken to nothing but the smell of frying bacon.”

Winfred turned and gasped at the nose profile of Nadean. “My gawd, you feed our child pork bacon in fat grease. He’ll have clogged valve arteries by the age of twelve, ripe for a heart attack.”

I turned and grinned to my still married husband. “I don’t cook, Winfred. The fast and quick fast food joint Dee Dee’s Hamburgers down the street and around the corner prepares the pork back in fat grease, keeping the black and white colored kitchen spotless. And Winfred eats his daily and nightly meals outside the house with his many, many clients, keeping the black and white kitchen spotless, too,” giggling.

Quinn looked down with a smirk and wrote information inside the notebook. “I have noted that you use the word ‘the’ in describing your home setting, instead of ‘our.’”

I giggled. “The house, the kitchen, the bathroom…”

“…the smart-ass,” Winfred turned with a grin to see her nose profile. “Shush, Nadean.”

Quinn looked up with a smile to see Nadean. “The un-wanted remembrance can range from a blunder on the work job or a truly traumatic tragic trot.”

“Winfred has the trots.” I recalled the day, when he trotted back home, after blowing a ten million dollar bank loan on the wrong business account. Winfred didn’t lose his job, just his self-confidence. The bank couldn’t get the monies retrieved from the foreign country either.

Quinn said. “The trots can lead to a formation of phobias, post-traumatic stress disorder, and disturbing acts of violence, intrusive feelings of loneliness even suicide.”

I giggled. “Winfred’s afraid of heights, guns, horses, and me. He’s stressed about the job, OT, the money, and me. Winfred’s going to be lonely, without a cute wifey. Me!”

Winfred looked down with a sour frown to see the floor and returned back up to see Nadean with a smirk. “However, I am diligently persistence at getting rid of you, Nadean.”

I giggled. “Whoa the stage coach! A red flag. Warning, warning. Danger, Will Robinson.”

Winfred shook his skull. “Stop, Nadean. You’re performing like a circus clown.”

Quinn grinned. “Do you want to say something to her, Winfred?”

Winfred grinned. “Yes. The monthly child support check will be sent to the state intermediary service and then mailed to your home address, tracking my financial payment, so there is not any misunderstanding. Also you are required to supply me with your new city street address and telephone number, where Tanner lives.”

I nodded, “Fine.”

Winfred said. “The Florida visitation schedule requires an alternative weekend with Tanner. I am telling you in advance that Tanner will be with my parents until the sixteenth of June on Monday morning. You will meet me at the grocery store on the side street across from my parents’ home community. We will exchange…”

“…the prize. Shore, Winfuck.” I giggled.

Winfred turned with a sour frown to see Quinn and jabbed a finger at her smile. “See, how she degrades me? I had put up with this pookie dookie for seven years.”

I giggled, “Called more eloquently shit, Winfuck.”

Quinn looked down with a smirk and wrote information inside the notebook. “I am writing this all down, Winfred. Please continue.”

Winfred said. “You will meet me on the sixteenth of June and not before Monday morning at precisely at seven o’clock, before I am required to go to work…”

“You work in Miami?” I frowned.

Winfred shook his skull with a smile. “I work in Palmton and live there, too.”

“O.” I frowned.

Winfred sneered. “If you do not follow our court order visitation schedule, then I will be forced to file a contempt charge against you.”

“Fine,” I rose and slapped both my hands down to my naked legs with a nod and a frown.

Winfred turned and frowned to Quinn. “See how she acts like a country redneck princess?”

“Thanks, buddy,” I giggled with a nod.

Winfred exhaled. “Dr. Quinn, what shall I do?”

Quinn turned and frowned to Nadean and Winfred. “You should divorce her ass, as soon as possible, Winfred. I will be filing my official medical report with the legal court of law this afternoon before five o’clock, the end of business day.”

Winfred said with a nod and a smile. “Thank you for all your advice and assistance, Dr. Quinn.”

Quinn leaned over with a grin and a business card to Winfred, “My pleasure, Winfred. Good luck with your divorce and remaining days of your precious life. And if I can be of service during or after your emotional divorce, please make any appointment to come and visit with me. Here’s my professional card. Why don’t we set up an appointment next week to discuss your mixed feelings, sensitive sensations, and jumbled emotions? I’m open on Wednesday afternoon, Winfred.”

Winfred looked down with a confused brow at the business card and returned back to see Quinn. “Do you really think that I need an independent counseling session, Dr. Quinn?”

I giggled with a grin. “I have something to say about all this stuff. Sucker and Quacker, ya’ll live happily after ever.” I turned and moved to the closed door, leaving the room with a chuckle to my car.

The door closed.

 

 

2:02 p.m.

Friday May 28th

Home of Nadean and husband Winfred

Florida room setting

 

 

The side door inside the Florida room opened.

I sat and worked at the dining room table on my personal computer to make money as I corrected all the foreign legal documents in Spanish and French languages.

Winfred entered the room and stood in front of the window, blocking the sunlight with his wide body in front of her face.

I asked with a stern face, looking down and working at the computer screen. “Where’s OT?”

“At the grass park with my brother,” Winfred stared down at her hair roots. “I’m verbally informing you. I am removing all my personal possessions from this house before something accidentally happens. Please do not interfere. I will be leaving now for the evening, but I will return next week during your absence from our house, while you’re at your professional working job.” He reached down and touched the dining room table with a nod and a smile, turning and moving to the sofa.

“Information overdrive, Winfuck.” I stood from the chair and left the computer as Winfred stayed and counted his furniture inventory inside the Florida room. I turned and moved down the mini-steps back down to my new bedroom, entering the open archway and kicked out my left foot.

The bedroom door closed.

I moved and slapped my body down on top of the messy bed, rolling to the side to see the French doors that showcased the swimming pool, feeling both depressed and sad. I needed to do something for my temporary depression. I did not shop for clothes, shoes, or even a hand bag, since Winfred had always dressed my body, literally.

He had selected every piece of clothing on my body, in my closet, and in my chest of drawers from my boots to my bras along with decorating the entire house from kitchen to bathrooms.

I was a true redneck belle, feeling comfortable in an old soft slightly tore T-shirt, preferably with the words of my favorite football team Burn U painted across my B-sized breast cups and paired with a set of faded and worn blue jeans which were tucked down into my cowgirl boots.

My country princess image, eons ago.

The weather was too heated in South Florida to wear cowgirl boots. I traded them for a pair of cute sandaled heels with a band of fake gems along with a pair of real diamond earrings, a real diamond ring, and a real wedding band.

I exhaled with a puff of defeat, feeling like getting fucked, since sex made me feel great and sleepy, the great one benefit of being married. Now, I felt like sun bathing, since the heat would melt away Winfred from my active and depressed mind.

I could body tan into a black colored raisin, if I were to rest my naked body every day by the swimming pool.

I found a few ounces of energy and stood from the messy bed mattress, stripping off my clothes, without a fanfare song. I liked to tan in the nude, while the sun colored all the body parts, even.

I heard the sedan leave the shared garage, moving to the closed bedroom door and grabbed the cold brass knob.

The door opened.

 

 

Kitchen setting

 

 

I moved my nakedness ahead and up a set of mini-steps into the kitchen, slamming open the cabinet doors, looking for the suntan lotion bottle and a juice bottle for dehydration. I turned and pulled open the refrigerator door, feeling the ice cold air tinkle my nibbles, pondering the juice selection. I jerked out a beer bottle, since Winfred did not drink beer, preferring wine. His southern Florida dorky friends enjoyed the beer like the southern rednecks of my home state.

I did not drink any type of alcoholic, because the taste was funky, as well as, the barley of beer, the potatoes of vodka, and the sour grapes of wines bothered my tummy with intense pain and suffering.

I turned and dropped the beer onto the specially designed kitchen counter and popped open the bottle. I whirled around my nakedness with the bottle of beer as the wind storm froze my nibbles again. I giggled and tromped by the specially ordered stove top for cooking that I had done once. I had boiled water for hot tea, two years and five days ago.

I stopped and stood in front the specially designed glass cabinets over the specially designed kitchen counter, opening the door, pulling out one of his specially ordered expensive crystal glasses during our engagement period, which I hated with great passion. I selected a beer mug from the cabinet in the hand and turned, staring down at the yellow liquid in the other hand that reminded me of toilet piss, every time.

My brain cells kicked in and decided that I could not carry the expensive crystal glass outside near the concrete pool, without an incident that might involve my red precious blood. I reached and placed the beer mug on top of the counter, reaching and grabbing a paper cup, pouring out the beer. I lifted and sipped, swallowing the tiny taste of beer, violently coughing.

Yup, I hated a bottle of beer even when I was depressed. There was something really wrong with me. When other sad folks got depressed, they drank to drown their sorrow. I concluded that I was not sad but numb, so my emotions hadn’t kicked in.

I dropped the half bottle of beer and the full paper cup of beer down to the counter, reaching and grabbing a warm bottle of fresh spring water from Tampa, Florida. I swung around and hit the beer bottle with my elbow as it sailed over the tile floor and hit the wall, separating into two parts, out of bare feet range.

The bottom of the bottle broke off from the concept of cavitation.

The bottle suddenly moved downward as you struck the top. The beer inside didn’t move, creating a brief vacuum at the bottom of the glass. The beer caught up with the glass and came crashing down to the bottom like rain drops. The bottom couldn’t support the heavy liquid beer and cracked open the bottom of the glass.

“Shit.” I back pedaled from the wet spot with a sour frown, staring down at the wet mess, hiding underneath the cute tall two-seater eating table. I found it at a local antique shop in Coral Gables when I first moved to Miami as a single career girl. I reached and caressed the wooden surface with a smile, deciding that I loved this table and suddenly recalled with a sour frown that Winfred was taking his personal possessions and hopefully not my personal possessions too.

I reached and rested the spring water bottle on the top of my cute eating table, turning and pulling out the drawer and scratched inside, finding a piece of paper, a roll of tape, and an ink pen. I pulled out each item and wrote and taped a piece of paper, moving around, and identifying all my personal property in the divorce, of course. Nadean’s eating table. Nadean’s eating dishes. Nadean’s working computer.

I back stepped and smiled at my handy work, leaving out the office supply items on top of my cute eating table.

I reached and grabbed the bottle of spring water and turned, waltzing back down the mini-steps and into my new bedroom. I stopped and stood, flinging open one of the side patio doors inside the bedroom, moving onto the patio in my fine nakedness with a grin and a giggle. I wasn’t afraid of a peeking Tom or getting arrested for being nude outside of my house. No eyeballs could see passed the solid five feet concrete pink colored wall that surrounded my mini-mansion.

The ninety-seven year old millionaire across the street might could see my nakedness, if he lived, ate, and shitted on the second floor of his big peach colored three story mansion.

I stopped and tossed down a dry towel, turning and resting my ass first and then my legs and head over the soft chaise lounge chair.

I pondered my future, without my legal husband, who had turned into the missing Bigfoot monster. I wondered if I could turn him in for the money award with a giggle, mind switching my neurons to the biggest asset and liability, the house.

The cost of the house was ninety nine thousand dollars which represented a home improvement loan that was used for a pile of new paint cans and brushes, a set of new bathrooms with fixtures, a new air-conditioning system, and a new swimming pool. Our shared married expenses included the van, the boat, and the credit cards, except the divorce decree would separate the assets neatly into his and her.

The patio door opened.

I turned and flipped over onto my stomach, burning a back spine and a butthole.

The door closed.

Winfred stomped down the stairs with a sour frown and a shout, seeing her nakedness. “Nadean?”

I mumbled into the towel, “What?”

“Nadean?” He stopped and stood with a sour frown over her nakedness.

“What?” I mumbled into the towel.

He leaned down with a sour frown and a matching tone to her eardrum. “Taken up drinking, I see. If you’re not too drunk, please clean up the glass in the kitchen.”

“What?” I mumbled into the towel again.

“Nadean, I’m giving you one more chance. Come inside and clean up all this broken glass.”

“What?”

“Nadean?”

I mumbled into the towel again. “I’m changing my name after I get divorce you, asshole.”

“Nadean, we met with the realtor, yesterday. We’re trying to sell the house to pay off our heavy outstanding financial money debts. We don’t want a shitty mess inside the interior. This ugly environment will not sell the house.”

“What?”

“Nadean, the realtor has already cautioned us about keeping the residence clean and shiny for potential buyers. Do you hear me?”

“What?”

“Nadean, please come into the house. We need to talk.” He grabbed and jerked her arm from the patio chair.

I stumbled and rolled sideways, balancing with my legs and my arms into a folded position at my waist, without damaging my face onto the rough concrete patio, sounding with a lady sneer.

Winfred turned with a smirk and a chuckle, moving up the stairs, entering the house through the covered veranda of the patio.

The patio door opened as he entered and then closed.

I reached and grabbed the wet towel, draping it around my body, turning to enter my new bedroom instead.

The bedroom door opened.

I turned and marched up the mini-steps into the kitchen inside my wet sweaty towel, seeing and hearing my husband.

Winfred stood in front the dining room table, facing the sofa with a sneer and a sour face. “Go back home to Alabama, Nadean. I will provide the one-way air plane ticket. There’s nothing…”

I stopped at the edge of the kitchen and gasped with shock at the six broken beer bottles. The broken piece of glass bottles lounged and leaked smelly beer contents over the tile floor which was underneath my cute eating table and against the clean painted wall. I looked up with a sour frown and a lady sneer to his nose profile. “Fuck you, Winfred. I don’t break the shitty bottles of beer all over the tile floor. And you tell your gawd damn bitch-realtor to cancel the tour today.” I dropped the towel, shoving a finger up my vagina, wiggling it side to side with a grin. “I be fucking myself with my finger like a country hick, since I like masturbating for both lust and pleasurement, because I ain’t got fucked in four days from my un-loving husband.” I tossed my head backward with a smile and a sigh of pleasure, bending my kneecaps, pushing the same finger deeper into my vagina, fucking myself good.

Winfred exhaled with a huff of annoyance, turning to stare at her finger fuck and her nakedness with a sour frown. “Shush, Nadean. I will repeat in your country hick language for you simply comprehension. You lost. I won. There ain’t nothing for ya here, honey child.” He turned with a sour frown and a nod to see the sofa in the living room.“Your fault? Quit right, Nadean. The broken beer bottles, do you remember those particular incidents or accidents? Please forgive her outburst. She needs to take her clinical prescribed psychological medication.”

I gagged on my mouth spit of fun, looking down with a cough to see Winfred. He moved forward deeply into the Florida room. I reached down and lifted up the towel, wrapping it around my nakedness, moving forward out of the kitchen, around the spilled beer, and into the dining room with a puzzled brow. I turned and faced the Florida room, seeing Mrs. and Mr. Sims on the sofa.

They stared in shock at Nadean with a set of parted lips and a pair of bugged eyeballs inside a pair of eyeglasses as they were both gray-headed and older.

Winfred turned and stopped, posing sideways to view both Nadean and his parents with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Do you remember this particular incident, Nadean? Do I need to repeat it? I strongly suggest that you eat your medication from the licensed psychologist to encourage your short term memory. Mother and Father…”

I turned and frowned to see Winfred and his parents. “What the fuck’s going on here, Winfred? Hey, ya’ll.”

Winfred moved and slammed her collar bone into an empty spot on the near wall with a chuckle and a grin.

I hit the wall with a grunt and a whisper into his angry face. “That hurt.”

Winfred back stepped from Nadean, crossing both arms, turning with a sour frown to see his parents. “I am sorry for this incident, Mother and Father. We must leave. Nadean can’t be a civil and proper lady, since she be raised like a redneck hick in Alabama.” He swung around and moved to the closed front door archway. His parents stood and followed behind his ass.

The front door opened.

Winfred walked through the front archway with a yell and a grin. “I’m picking up Tanner after school. Remember, Nadean? We agreed in advance yesterday that I’m taking him, starting his summertime vacation with me and my family.” He moved down the steps, looking at his mom with a frown and a yell, again. “She missed work and was not being able to retrieve Tanner from his numerous school activities either.”

The door closed.

They stopped and entered the new sedan of Winfred.

I stood and watched the sedan disappear from my window view, going around the corner of my house. “Bye-bye, Winfuck!” I turned and moved to the telephone, lifting the receiver, dialing the emergency room 911. I listened to the ring tone and waited on the connection. “Hello, police. I want to report a domestic abuse. My name is Nadean Sims. I was assaulted by my husband. My address is 666 Leonardo Street…”

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:22 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a left wrist, slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body. My mental mind continued to daydream away the clicking time and the physical pain, concentrating and reliving another specific moment of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Thirty four years old Nadean and her four year old son OT

 

 

Monday June 16th

Kisla Mountain

(three miles south of Birmingham)

Home of Vester and Vassar

Cool temperatures and partly cloudy with sunshine

Three mph winds south by southwest

 

 

The wide set of double front doors opened.

I moved between Vester and Vassar, entering their three-story mansion of eight bedrooms and eleven bathrooms first. Vester turned with a smile and ventured into the kitchen. OT escaped from his mom and galloped to the set of electronics, the big screen television.

Vassar ran and captured his nephew, hugging OT between his biceps. OT giggled. Vassar said with a smile and a nod into the eardrum of his nephew. “OT, we got lots of places to see and do in B’ham, buddy. Parrots?”

OT giggled, “Yeah.”

“Trains?”

“Yeah,” OT giggled.

“Flowers?”

“Naw,” OT frowned.

“Tigers?”

“Roar,” OT laughed.

“Our first visitation with Master OT is the Birmingham Zoo.” Vassar turned with a worried brow to see Nadean. “You look pooped…”

“Poop,” OT giggled.

Vassar frowned, “Sorry, Sis.” He tickled OT with a grin. “The tick is quick.”

OT turned and punched with a set of tiny fists into the hard chest of Vassar with a grin and a giggle, “Tick.”

I moved with a smile and nod into the grand living room of the house. “Repeats all them bad words rapido, Vassar.”

OT turned and smiled at back spine of his mom. “Si, Mama.”

“Right…” Vassar turned and hugged a wiggling OT with a smile. “Okay, buddy. We go to the zoo. Can Mama stay and catnap?”

“Kitty cat,” OT turned and scanned the room for the cat.

Vassar pointed with a smile to the back spine of Nadean. “Can Mama stay here at the house? She’s tired, OT.”

“Yeah, Mama stays. She tires.” OT turned and ran to his mama with a smile and a nod.

I turned and squatted, holding out my arms and hugged OT. “Thank you, honey. You have fun with Tank, Duke, and Vassar, but you are to obey all the rules with Tank, Duke, and Vassar. Okay, OT?”

“Si, Mama.” OT said with a grin and a nod.

I hugged him again, stroking his back spine and his hair roots with love. “I love you, sweetheart.” I stood, turning and moving to the open front door.

Vester returned into the grand room, toting two cold beverages.

Vassar scooped and toted OT over a shoulder with a smile. Vassar, Duke, Tank, and OT left the house for a fun day in Birmingham with OT.

The door closed.

I swung around, seeing the glass windows of a mountain plateau, hearing the soft classical music, and turned with a smile to see my younger brother. “I’m so happy to be here, Vester.”

Vester moved and hugged his sister, walking backward and sat down on the long sofa. “What the hell did Winfred do to ya, Sis? Ya look beat,” he reached and offered the beverage to her.

I accepted and held the beverage, sitting on top of the softest sofa in the world, exhaling with of puff of frustration. “Beat up.”

“Did that bastard harm ya or OT?” Vester turned with a worried brow to see the closed front door and back to see Nadean. “I didn’t see any physical bruises on OT just the normal boyhood scraps and cuts.”

I shook my curls. “Naw, I’m sorry to upset ya, Vester. Winfred hasn’t ever harmed me or OT.” I reached and placed the cold beverage on top of the side table with a set of shaky hands.

“Please explain your exclamation, since I’m kinda worried now.”

I turned and sobbed with a set of hot rolling tears from days of fighting with Winfred and nights of missing my son, wiping off my hand with my naked hands. “I’m so embarrassed and ashamed. I’m divorced today. Actually, nine minutes ago.”

“Ah, naw,” Vester reached and placed the beverage on the side table, too, scooting over to hug his sister with a worried brow. “Don’t be. These things happen to earth angels, too,” he exhaled with his sad thoughts.

I sobbed with my tears, wiping off my face. “I know millions of folks marry. Millions of folks divorce. I’m not the only one.”

“But, you’re my only sister.”

I giggled inside his hug. “We both have a baby sister.”

He grinned inside the hug of his sister. “Ah, naw. That bitch don’t count in my math book.”

I frowned with a whisper. “Told me. He wanted to have some fun plus he hated my guts. And I have ruined the prime of his life for the past seven years.”

He sneered inside the hug. “Fucking bastard, I can hide a body here forever, Sis.”

I pulled away with a sour frown from his hug, shaking my curls. “Ah naw.”

“Does our dad know?”

I shook my curls, sitting back over the thick soft cushions on the sofa. “Naw, I’ll tell our dad when OT turns eighteen. Then I’ll tell our mom when OT graduates college. Since, we both know that our day never tells our mom nothing. And our mom causes more trouble than a fox inside a hen house. We share joint custody of OT, but he lives with me. That’s all that matters to me. Winfred wants to fly like a rock then let him fall hard on top of the Florida sand. I really don’t give a damn about him.”

He said with a nod and a grin, sitting back inside the thick cushions on the sofa. “Good attitude, Sis.”

“I’m visiting you first, little brother, with OT. Then I fly home on Monday night for my paid working job. I live and work in Miami. I love Miami. I love the hot weather. The sunshine. No Mama. I can read your mind, since we speak bro-sis talk. I know that but I have to think of OT. He’s only four years old. He’d grow up without Winfred, if I moved up here in Birmingham. Even thou, you and Vassar could easier substitute for OT’s daddy and doing a better job, to boot,” exhaling. “OT really needs his real daddy even if the man’s a jerk.”

He smiled, “Good attitude.”

“I moved by myself to Miami, without nobody. I’m lucky now. I got OT and you and Vassar and Tank and Duke. Ya know that’s all I need,” exhaling. “My life has been a mess since Winfuck…” I giggled. “Winfuck told me that he didn’t love me anymore then slammed the bedroom door.”

“Nadean?” He chuckled with a grin.

I nodded with a smile. “I cried that night until morning being broken hearted then Winfuck…” I laughed.

Vester laughed. “No. No. Stop. It’s very funny. I burst into laughter when ya say it. Call him right.”

“Right, Winfuck.” I lifted my arms with a grin and a giggle. “Okay. Fine. You’re a spoil sport, Vester. Winfred took OT to school the next day and stayed at the school, acting like a father for the first ever fucking time.”

“OT was happy.”

“And I did his American History poster.”

He frowned, “For a four year old child?”

“The school system teaches four years old to add and count to the number ten.”

“That’s excellent.”

I grinned. “We finger painted Chris Columbus with sand and water and clothes. Chris can’t be naked, ya know?” Vester laughed. I frowned. “I was a train wreck, the next day. Crying. Tear stains, the whole nine yards. Winfred presented my poster and OT, taking credit for my homework. I found out on OT’s graduation day from pre-kindergarten when he received the first place ribbon on previous International Day at Coral Rock Elementary. Winfred took the blue ribbon to his house, somewhere in Palmton. I wasn’t mad but hurt.”

“OT was happy.”

“Then Winfred took OT that entire Memorial weekend holiday to his family, leaving me all alone, since his birth.”

He frowned. “Winfred took OT from you. You said that you’re the custodial parent. Shouldn’t he have asked for your permission?”

I waved a hand with a sour frown. “It’s okay. Winfred can’t take OT from me. The divorce decree suggests a scheduled visitation. I just didn’t see my child for four long days Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday until after school. Then Tuesday morning was his little pre-kindergarten graduation party with his mini-cape and mini-gown. OT is out of school for the summertime then left with Winfred for OT’s scheduled vacation with the Sims family.”

“OT has been with both sets of grandparents alone and is in good hands.”

I nodded. “I was hurt, I guess. Everyone now wants to see OT during summertime vacation. I predict that all my holidays will be lonely, since Winfred will claim them first.”

He smiled with a nod. “Come and see us, Sis.”

“I will. Then I finally pulled it together and stomped off to work, occupying my active mind. One of my co-workers noticed my missing engagement ring. I feel the phantom ring on my fourth finger.”

He grinned. “Our Grandmother Garland’s engagement ring was a big four shiny caret stone. A blind man could see that ring,” chuckling.

I reached and popped his bicep with a sour frown. “Vester?”

“He could see it,” he chuckled with a nod.

“I’ve worked for seven years at the Miami Hospital with no contact or conversation from my co-workers. Bam. Everyone knows that I’m getting a divorce.”

“Sorry, Nadean. You wear your heart on your scrubbed sleeve.”

I nodded. “Sorta. I visited a licensed psychologist.”

He shook his buzz cut. “What in heavens for? You’re not crazy or mentally unstable.”

I exhaled with a puff of frustration, looking down to see my unpolished fingers nails. “I was hurting. I didn’t go back to the second scheduled appointment. Then I found out that the dirt bag psychologist charged my good hospital health insurance for the missed second visit. Well, I got her financially. I cancelled the insurance and tattled on the bitch. I didn’t get my money back. But it felt good being evil,” chuckling.

He grinned with a nod. “Good for you. Do not see a professional clinician, Sis. You’re acting normal with a broken heart. That’s all.”

I smiled. “I will. I came home to an empty house that was heartbreaking. When ya get used to the familiar bodies and suddenly the bodies are gone, it’s a little distracting and discombobulating.”

“OT shakes a house’s walls.”

“He brings some much joy to my life. He’s my little rock. I telephoned Winfred to talk to OT on Friday afternoon. OT was too busy with the ponies and the balloons. I didn’t call back. I didn’t want to spoil his fun.”

“He loves his mama.”

“Then I came home with the furniture all gone.”

“Hell, naw.”

“Yeah, hell, Winfuck arrived and loaded up a delivery truck with everything that was not nailed down. I’m talking about the living room pieces, the dining room table and twelve chairs, the bedroom frames, including his bed mattress. I labeled the valuable pieces of my furniture: my table, my working computer, and our great grandmother’s china place settings. Winfred took the rest of the stoneware, pots, pans, and stainless steel. The ex-bastard hubby cleaned me out, dude,” smiling.

He reached over and patted her arm with a nod and a smile. “Sis, I’ll take ya shopping tomorrow. Get ya some really pretty stoneware.”

I patted his hand with a smile. “I’m not too upset. Part of a divorce is splitting the assets, furniture is labeled an asset. Winfred found and selected all of our newlywed furniture pieces from a local antique dealer in the warehouse district. The stuff ain’t true antiques just older, scratched, and dented looking ancient. Winfred got a kick out of lying to people about the old stuff. So it be only fitting that he takes it off my hands and out of my house for free,” smiling.

He frowned. “Is that legal? You said today is your official court date, proclaiming your official divorce. Then Winfred technically stole the furniture while breaking the oath of the decree before today’s date. You can report and file this thief with your lawyer.”

I nodded. “I’m the lawyer. Remember, hoss? The furniture is a negotiable item in a vicious nasty divorce. OT is not. He took all the furniture, because Winfred don’t gets no money, honey for some new colorful stuff in his new rental place. And I got money, where the sun don’t shine OT’s bedroom suite belonged to Winfred’s grandmother. He took that piece of furniture with him. But Mama came through. OT has a kiddie fort with a rebel flag made of a double stack of twin bed frames. He’ll love it when he returns home, next month. Winfred didn’t fuck with the guest bedroom furnishings decorated by my bros.”

Vester laughed. “He didn’t want our gay cootie germs.”

“Thank you, Almighty God, for my gay brothers. I guess so. Your sacrifice had saved my bedroom suite, so I didn’t have to sleep on the flooring that night. Son of a bitch.”

“Did Winfuck take the swimming pool too?” He chuckled.

I laughed. “No, smartass, it’s built down into the sandy ground.”

“Just asking…,” chuckled Vester.

“Just annoying…” I smiled.

He frowned. “OT has not seen his new fort bed room suite inside your house since the first of June. Why not, Sis?”

“OT was courted off to Winfred’s house, until today. Actually, I met Winfred at the airport this morning, after screaming my head off at six this morning. My flight boarded at eight am. Winfred shows up right after the last seats are called. I booked first class seats when I travel with OT. It’s easier on me. Usually, we board the plane first as a mama with child, getting him special treatment from the cooing stewardesses, of course, with a wrapped and sterile pillow and a blanket and a cup of water for his fun entertainment. But, of course, Winfred interfered with that fun.”

“He interfered with OT’s fun. I’m getting a stomach ache, listening to Winfred’s bad-ass action coupled with some badass attitude. I think, me and Vassar need to visit Winfred and show that sissy city boy what a badass really looks and feels like.”

“Don’t you dare teach OT that badass attitude! He’s too much physical boy, now. I can’t handle a baby badass too.”

“Move to B’ham. Vassar and me will make a man out of him, hump.”

“Gawd! You’re gay, Vester.”

“A gay badass. Hmm! A fort bed, that’s a great idea, Sis. Maybe, we should build a rocket space cubby for OT. Since, he’ll be spending more time with us, learning his badass turkey strut.” He chuckled with a nod.

I giggled. “You’re too gay for me, bro. I miss OT, but it’s nice having some time for me to reflect upon the drastic change in my life. I’ve been productive, spending all my extra hours working overtime at my hospital that doesn’t mind paying me overtime monies. I work on my legal documents, since legal work never stops. And I’m doing more modeling from the photographer that discovered me and…”

“Nadean, I get kinda worried about your health and your sanity. A person shouldn’t have to work from sunup to sundown. If you need anything come to me and Vassar.”

I smiled. “I work before sunup and passed sundown.” He frowned as I grinned. “Don’t worry, bro. I’m young, healthy, and smart. This is the prime time of my life. OT is with his loving uncles and then sees his crass G-ma, next month. This is a good time period from me to earn and save some extra bucks for a rainy day. I’m doing good financially. And I will not sacrifice OT for one copper penny. Never, ever, I promise, Vester. If I get stuck, I will call for help. I cross my heart.”

“I believe you, Nadean. You don’t lie like Dorcee.”

“Once we sell the house…”

“Sell the house, why are you selling your house?”

“Part of splitting the assets and liabilities.”

“I’ll buy your house. I’ll place a telephone call…”

I shook my curls with a sad face, reaching and patting his arm. “The house is haunted with old memories of Winfred. I want to make new memories with OT, without Winfred. I’ll find another house around OT’s elementary school. A house is a house. I’m not selection of a place, just a safe place. OT is learning three foreign languages, Vester. He can speak and understand Spanish, French, and English. He’s so smart and talented. He likes to draw. O. When he gets fussy at night…”

“Not with me.”

“When your naughty nephew gets fussy at night and don’t wanna go to bed, give him his coloring book and his crayons. I placed a new pack of colored crayons along with a new coloring book inside his suitcase. He’ll color up the empty spaces, calming down his active neurons then he wanna be held and cuddled like a puppy.”

“I like to be cuddled, too.”

I eye rolled with a laugh. “Gawd, you’re so fucking embarrassing, my gay bro. He has a blanket too required for the cuddle part. Cuddle and snuggle him with the smelly blanket into his face, he likes to chew on the fabric edge. Then he’ll fall soundly asleep. And I don’t care if he’s four years old and big boy. OT is a baby.”

“That only needs mega tons of love and attention.”

“You’re going to be a great daddy. Is that happening soon?”

He winked with a smile. “We’re not working on it yet. We’re still in the honeymoon stage, darling.”

I dropped my head into both my hands with a giggle. “Gawd, I’m so fucking embarrassed with my active imagination.”

He laughed. “That’s why I don’t fuck frisky flirting girls.” I looked with a grin and a giggle. Then we silenced. Vester frowned. “There’s something else.”

“Naw.”

“Yes. There is something else that you are not telling me,” he leaned with a worried brow into her face.

I exhaled, “Naw.”

“Spill it. I know Winfuck didn’t threat you, since you own a hand gun and a shotgun which are both loaded and you can shoot better than Scarlet O’Hara. So he must’ve threatened OT.” Vester turned with a worried brow to see the closed door and back to her. “Naw, Winfuck threatened to take away OT from you as a mother. I am correct.”

I looked down with a nod and a worried brow to see the cleanest damn floor on the planet. “He did.” I looked up with a smile to see Vester. “He cannot. He’s a Winfuck. No one will ever take OT from me until that shotgun is emptied and I am dead.”

Vester frowned. “Nadean, I do not like this set up. I wish you would seriously consider moving here with me and Vassar in B’ham. I got four men to protect both you and OT. Nothing gets up here unless by copter. Then I bring out the four shotguns…”

I smiled. “Vester, I love you being so psychotic and crazy. Who needs the psychologist, bro?”

Vester frowned. “He comes to your house to pick up OT.”

I shook my curls. “Naw, I am to meet him at the grocery store in the beach town of Palmton near his parents’ house. I’m familiar with the city street corner, very safe community.”

“You are officially divorced. Winfuck ain’t allowed near you, Nadean, especially if you are without OT. Hear me?”

“Yeah.”

“Naw, do you understand that command? Winfuck is not to be around you, if OT has a scheduled visitation with his other blood-kin. Is your shotgun loaded?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Leave it out. Let Winfuck see it.”

I smiled. “Now, you like to call him, Winfuck.”

“And you remind Winfuck that you’re a country princess that can shoot, spit, and saddle. Or better yet, maybe me and my boys will pay a visit to you in July, after you safely drop OT at our mom’s house.”

I smiled, “Naw, little brother, Winfuck is a big pussy with a little dick. I ain’t scared of him. I just afraid of being alone without OT,” exhaling. “Christmas is going to be the hardest for me. Because of the visitation schedule, Winfred and I have to split our time with OT on that day and night of Christmas. I get him in the morning this year, while Winfred gets him at noontime. So, there goes my Christmastime,” exhaling. “All my holidays too, since Winfred will request every single holiday during the calendar year. I don’t really mind. His biological family lives there in Miami. My only family members live in B’ham.”

“I wish you would come here,” he reached and held her hand with a smile and a nod, “I understand and support that OT needs his daddy.” Vester released her hand.

“You didn’t need your spineless daddy.”

Vester shook a buzz-cut. “Our situation was diff. We were teens, wanting to be men, and we luckily succeeded with both. I give Daddy credit. He pushed me and Vassar into men…” chuckling.

“And he pushed me into being a belle, not a bitch. If I had followed our mama’s poor advice, then I would be married to Lance Morris with a passel of kids.”

“How many is a passel, Sis?”

I smiled, “Five or six. Well, I don’t have to split Christmas time between you, two and our mama anymore. I only present the family part that’s shattered and broken. I win. I don’t have to see Mama until she begs like a stray staving dog…”

He frowned. “Nadean, this is not about winning. OT is not a trophy.”

I nodded. “Right, so right. I mean that my time is going to be very limited. I feel sorry for Winfred. He is all alone, without his house, his son, and his wife. Why would a man do that, Vester?”

Vester frowned. “A man doesn’t. A wussie pussy does, Nadean. I hope you don’t mind, but I would like to offer some of my advice.”

I smiled with a nod. “You’re the smartest person I know and are one of the happiest and wisest men on the face of the planet Earth. Hit me?”

He nodded with a stern face. “Nadean, I fear and my guts tell me that Winfred might have tried to dupe you. You’re too smart for that. Be aware. He is from there in Miami. You are not. I support you wanting to live down there, since Winfred is OT’s daddy. Be careful. And Sis, you are not alone in your life. You live less than two hours from me and Vassar.”

I frowned. “Naw, I live thirteen hours away from here in Miami, Florida.”

He shook a red colored buzz-cut, “Me and Vassar can jet there under two hours.”

“Damn, you be that rich.”

He smiled, “Yeah, Sis. Our privately owned business company is doing tremendously well financially. We work to aid people and change lives. We’re very proud of our accomplishments. I wish you would come and live here in Birmingham. We could use an honest attorney. We hung the last one underneath the two hundred year old oak tree near the cliffs,” chuckling. “We just cut the ropes…”

I laughed with a smile. “You lie.”

“But, I know that you don’t wanna do that. I respect that but…”

“I will always ask, if I need it. Okay, little brother?”

“Big both physically and intellectually,” exhaling. “Naw, you will not. But, I’d like to ease some of your Christmas heartache that will come this year, since I can’t stop your personal mixed emotions.”

“Either, can I.”

“Christmas is Brother Jesus’ birthday, not mine, not yours, not OT’s. If you celebrate Jesus’ Birthday, then you will be teaching OT about spiritualism, instead of materialism. Let Winfred buy the toys and junk. You provide both love and peace. That’s all OT needs at this level.”

“You’re so wise for someone so young, Vester.”

He grinned. “And then in his teens, let his rich uncles buy all the go carts, dirt bikes, drums sets, and ponies.”

“Ponies?” I frowned.

He nodded with a smile. “Tank wants a herd here.”

I turned with a confused brow to see a mountain view through the cleanest damn glass windows on the planet, “Ponies on a mountain peak?” I looked back with a puzzled brow to see Vester. “They’ll fall right off the mountain side. Then you’d have to shoot them dead before they suffer and die a wicked death.”

Vester chuckled, “I think that’s the sick-ass point, Sis.”

I cringed with a set of curled lips. “Jeezus, I think I need to talk with Tank, before I head back home to Miami.”

He smiled. “Ya can’t tell me wife what to do now.”

“You wear the pants?”

“I parade it all kinds of clothing stuff during sex. You wanna see, Nadean?”

I frowned. “Hell, naw, gawd, you are so embarrassing, Vester.”

He chuckled, “Cheered you up, thou.”

“Hell, yeah,” I turned and pick up the cold sweaty beverage with a smile and a nod. “Tell me about your life, Vester? I don’t wanna hear any more about mine. You got a mechanic engineering degree from Burn U, after I abandoned ya’ll in Birmingham.”

He nodded with a smile. “Vassar possesses an electrical engineering degree. Tank has a chemical engineering degree. Duke has an aerospace engineering degree. And we have been educated all the way up to a doctoral degree in our technical specialties.”

“When did you quit the NSI?”

“Actually, the National Space Institute quit on us. They found out our…” he smiled, “…preferences.”

I shook my curls. “The US Federal Government can’t discriminate against sex, color, religion or creed or other nonsense.”

“Gays fall out of that nonsense code.”

“They couldn’t find out unless you somehow tattle-tailed.”

“They planted some female pretty bitch spies that tattled on us.”

“Why didn’t you sue for sex discrimination or harassment?”

“We did.”

I dropped my mouth, “Horse shit.”

He smiled. “Horse shit doesn’t pay the bills, Sis.”

“How much did ya got?”

He laughed. “Lots of good smelling horse shit. It wasn’t just against me or Vassar. The lawsuit included Tank and Duke.” He lifted and held up four fingers with a chuckle and a smile. “Yeah, ma’am, we fucked the US Federal Government, four times. And it was really fun when we won it all.”

I nodded with a smile. “Good for ya’ll.”

“The millions helped us start Orion and Orion Industries.”

I dropped my mouth. “Fuck, I’ve heard of Orion and Orion Industries. I didn’t even know that was the reproductive baby of my genius twin brothers.”

Vester stood with a smile and extended a hand to her. “We like being anonymous. No one bothers us.”

I reached and grabbed his hand with a smile, standing and hugging my brother by the waistline, “Like living on top of a mountain peak.”

He moved forward with Nadean as one with a smile and a nod to a three sets of patio door that led into the back yard of a mountain peak. “I wanna show off our new picnic table underneath the two hundred year old oak tree…”

“…with the former attorney’s blood stains too.” I slapped his chest with a smile and a chuckle.

He chuckled with a smile. “Naw, we got rid of him before the picnic table. Listening to you bitch makes me feel better, because you’re strong in both spirit and mind, Nadean. Winfred wasn’t your soul mate. I have found my soul mate. It’s both wonderful and magically.”

“Did I make a mistake marrying Winfred?”

He shook his buzz cut. “Naw, he made the mistake, divorcing you, pissing me off, and eventually will lose the respect of his son. Once OT gets older, he’ll learn the whole truth, maybe piece by piece. But a snake like Winfuck will always show his fangs, Sis. Your job is to keep OT away from the viper’s fangs.” He stopped and released Nadean, moving to open the door for his sister and a southern bell with a smile and a nod.

I moved through the archway with a nod and a smile. “Yes sir.”

The door closed.

 

 

Mountain plateau setting

Three mph winds with bright sunshine

and endless blue skyline

 

 

I moved ahead on my naked feet over the nicely manicured lawn on top of a mountain peak with a flower garden, a vegetable garden, and the endless sky. Vester pulled beside Nadean, shoving her body with fun as they both strolled ahead toward the edge of the mountain with a chuckle and a smile.

And then Vester and I stopped and stood on the edge of paradise.

I inhaled the fresh mountain air, filling my lungs with the pure odors of wild plants and flora, exhaling with a smile and a nod to the skyline. “The red land and blue sky mush beautifully together on your mountain peak. What’s the christened name?”

“Kisla,” Vester stopped and stood beside Nadean, scanning the skyline, the landscape, and the heavens with a smile.

I nodded with a smile. “A Hebrew word for ‘hope’ associated with the hunter Orion from Greek mythology. My sci-fi reading pays off. The eye view overlooking the back yard lawn just disappears into the baby blue sky of nothingness, kinda like a Hollywood movie.”

He reached and grabbed her hand, patting it with a grin. “How’s your science fiction novel coming?”

I curled my arm around his arm, shaking my curls with a smile, “Stalled. Since the birth of OT, my life has flipped into overdrive of mamaville. I don’t have time to eat, less time to write.”

Vester used his other hand, pointing into the unlimited skyline with a smile and a nod. “Vassar found this piece of paradise. I concurred. He said that he could touch the face of Almighty God here.”

I scanned the sky and the clouds, feeling the fresh thin air on my naked face and arms. “I concur, too. I’ve heard of a nose-bleed section. How high into heaven are we?”

“The elevation has been measured at 903 feet.”

“Why?”

“To use the copter,” smiled Vester.

I laughed with a nod. “I forgot about that helicopter, sitting on top of the helio pad. Where are we exactly?”

Vester pointed down around the ground level landscape and the roaring river that you could almost hear in the clouds. “The Appalachian Mountains is an ancient girl over 300 million years old. A band of mountains start at the northern Canadian village of Newfoundland to right here, Nadean,” he stomped a bare foot. “We live on the pinky toe of the Appalachian Mountain range. This is the highest peak mountain top of Shelby County in Alabama. The other geographical landscapes of Shelby County are flat like a pancake for both cotton and cows.”

I smiled with a nod, scanning the forever clouds, sky, and woodlands landscape which had been personal made and autographed by Almighty God, “Sounds familiar.”

“We’ve seen Mother Nature at work, such-like, beavers, rabbits, chipmunks, squirrels, foxes, raccoons, opossums, skunks, minks, hawks, wood peckers, wrens, frogs, turtles, hognose snakes, copperheads. The fresh water streams of Shelby County drain into the Cahaba River which flows along the northern edge of the landscape and then into a southwestern direction. The Coosa River posed on the eastern portion of the county, flowing down southwestern also. The two rivers mix and flow into a major waterway compartment of the Alabama River and then down into the Gulf of Mexico. We’re a satellite blimp posted between the Lake Logan Martin Dam and the Lay Lake Dam along the southern flow of the Coosa Riverside. If you drive a car, the closest town is Biana, a sweet population of 3,000 which has grown by four. The flat level topography is stable land for the house that is surrounded by steeping slopes that crash down into the river basin from wild Injuns or wilder Dorcee’s brats. The land provides a small space of good crops for cotton and soybeans, if needed to farm for a living. The colored soils of the Coosa River are weathered from pure limestone and red clay soils with silt loam surface layers.”

I scanned the river of dirt and colors with a nod. “Looks like the Tennessee River down there,” I turned with a smile to see his nose profile. “Does it remind ya of your homestead, Vester?”

He turned and smiled to her. “This is my home. Where’s your home, Nadean?”

I smiled. “With OT…”

He nodded with a grin. “Good answer. A short golf tee par three not more than 120 yards of one hole dog leg left and one hole dog leg right.”

I smiled. “Use a two iron for the deer.”

“No deer but mean coyotes. I was thinking of hauling some bucks to feed my pet coyote. Shh. Can ya hear it?”

“I hear nothing but see the bird of prey.”

He chuckled. “That’s a shitty vision. Since, a bald eagle sounds like a sissy gay man. There are bald eagle nests nearby along the grove of dead oak hickory trees in the west. There are massive woodland forests of mountain longleaf pine trees and oak hickory trees. The lake has largemouth bass, catfish, and crappie. Toss out a fishing line, you will bring up something to eat for dinner. A small pond for paddle boats, mostly and a canoe.”

“Romantic night?”

He smiled. “Yeah, I like the canoe best. Tank wants the ponies plus more pets.” He side stepped and dragged her to the picnic table, stopping near the edge and reached, rubbing the wooden surface with a grin and a nod. He turned and sat inside one of the pods, patting an empty seat next to him for Nadean. She moved and sat with a smile, touching the smooth wooden finish. He lifted both his hands and caressed them over the wood with a smile. “Vassar and Tank built it by hand. There are eight pods for each one of us and our future children. The table is rounded, not squared with a set of swirling cords underneath each chair for movement. We spend our evenings here, watching the sun go down, enjoying Almighty God’s graceful beauty.”

I turned and smiled to see his nose profile. “Since you’re planning a baby, I’ll be happy to produce a child for you.”

He chuckled, “Ya know Queen Anne of England lost her head? She was accused of incest with her brother.”

I reached and popped his bicep. “Ya know what I mean, dumbass.”

He smiled with a nod. “I know. And I’m very appreciative and tickled that you want to enlighten my life with a child of my DNA. However, I would like to point out that medical research studies have shown that the bloodline of the family becomes weakened and unhealthy when brothers and sisters mate. My sperm and your egg will produce another gay son. Then I’ll never have a grandchild,” laughing.

I smiled with a sad pout. “I’m butt-hurt but recoverable. If you change your mind, I’m still healthy and fertile. Is Tank going to donate any sperm?”

“I love Tank, but I find that he,” he ticked a tongue, turning with a sour frown to see the table and returned back to see Nadean, “…has flaws.”

I smiled. “He has feelings, not flaws, Vester.”

Vester looked up with a confused brow to see the sky, “Feelings? Ah, that concept is very alien to me.”

I frowned, “Why?”

He looked down with a confused brow to see Nadean. “I don’t know why. I exceed exceptionally with every endeavor that I pursue. But my feeling seems to steady a path of one dimension.”

“You are dimensionally content. Contention is better than sadness, Vester. I find that you are the rock. Vassar is the shovel. A shovel moves up and down and then around and around to accomplish a specific goal. The rock is hard, strong, stubborn, smart ass.”

“I vividly see that analogy representation of me and Vassar.”

“Just go with the flow of life, Vester. We’re only bio-shells looking for happiness in a world of sadness.”

“You don’t seem your happy self, Nadean.”

I exhaled. “I am adjusting to being single again and a single mom. You read about the make-believe social disease but never think that it will apply to you.”

He chuckled with a wink. “You should see a psychiatrist.”

I felt so comfortable and happy around my brothers, especially closer to Vester. I wished that I could uproot and move to the metro city of Birmingham, living closer to them. But my job and my life rested in Miami. I laughed. “I did and ate him. I ain’t going to uproot my life just because I got a divorce. I own a house, a car, a job, and a life down there. I’m done talking about my life. So let’s go and eat someone else’s life like a swimming catfish.” I stood with a smile and a nod.

Vester stood and hugged her with a nod and a smile. “I concur.” The twinkle of light blinked throughout the mountain top as the sun started to sink down from the mountain. “Wait.” He turned both of them, facing and pointing to the colorful horizon with a smile and a nod. “The sun sits below the western horizon at an azimuth greater than 180 degrees as a result of the planet Earth’s rotation. Sunrise and sunset are calculated from the leading and trailing edges of the sun, not the center core. The duration of the day is slightly longer than the night by ten minutes. The width of the sun is unaltered, appearing like a disk, but it is exactly spherical. Therefore, we will see two more minutes of the blue, yellow, and green of a setting sun here upon the Kisla Mountain.”

I study the beautiful sunset on an elevated mountain peak with a grin and a giggle. “That ain’t romantic, Vester.”

He chuckled with a nod. “Tank would strongly disagree with you, Nadean.”

Vester and I stood and hugged as two loving siblings between the two hundred year old over story tree and the picnic table, viewing the valley of Birmingham during the sinking sun.

 

 

2:20 p.m.

Monday June 18th

City of Coral Gables within the US State of Florida

Home of Nadean and former husband Winfred

Florida living room

 

 

I flew home over the roadway of the busy interstate inside a new personal sports car that was purchased and given to me by my loving brothers Vester and Vassar as a divorce gift from Winfuck. Next trip to Alabama, I was booking the freaking private jet that belonged to my brother for faster air flight service to Miami rather than the slower commercial airplane for my next vacation trip to Birmingham.

Then I was going to drive down the mountain peak inside Vester’s 200,000 dollars hot sports car to our mom’s house inside the small farm town of Brier to show off. Jadean would not know or care or bother to notice the car when her grandson visited.

I slowed and turned the street corner, seeing my house, stopping and parking my car inside the roomy garage and exited my new sports car.

Winfred had moved out of the house two weeks ago. And I hadn’t seen his ass either.

I turned and moved from the garage, marching through the bright lighted laundry room and up the stairs to the closed door, touching the knob.

The door opened.

 

 

Florida room setting

 

 

I stopped and stood in the archway with a mouth open.

My cute eating table for two people was located in place of the dining room table that Winfred stole…naw…possessed. It was covered in a pile of my dirty china plates from my great grandmother with a set of my new glass tumblers which glowed in some type of used red sparkling liquid. I turned with a puzzled brow to see Winfred and a stranger bitch. “Who is that?”

Winfred stood in front of the eating table with a sour frown to Nadean. “Nadean, behave! This is Sevilla.” He reached and hugged her collar bone like a lover with a smile and a not to Nadean.

I grinned with a giggle. “You’re fucking secretary?”

“Silent jher, honey. Make jher leave, honey.” Sevilla stood beside Winfred, coming up to his collar bone, saying in a set of broken English as she was short in height, ugly in her distorted face with a set of big breasts.

“O. Ya fucking de secretary,” I turned with a grin and a giggle, moving ahead to the kitchen, since my personal bedroom was behind the kitchen wall.

“Jyes,” Sevilla grinned with a nod, touching and caressing the naked arm of Winfred.

I moved underneath the kitchen archway with a giggle and a grin. “Jfine.”

Winfred turned and frowned at the ass of Nadean. “Nadean, the realtor has been complaining about the shit.”

I tossed the small gym bag with my dirty clothes on the floor and swung around with a smile and a wink to see him. “Shit lives inside the toilet, Winfuck.”

He jabbed a finger over the hair roots of shorty Sevilla to the clean window inside the Florida room. “The shit is outside near the flowers and bushes. The lawn is shitty smelly.”

I smiled with a nod. “Shitty smelly, you learned that term in college. Shitty smelly, gotta remember that vivid description for my sci-fi novel.”

“The dog shit in our yard.” Winfred continued to jab a finger over her hair roots at the clean window with a sour frown and a sneer.

“Tell the dog owners, Winfred! They allow their pets to shit big old turds in my yard.”

“And you’re supposed to pick up.”

I shook my curls, crossing my arms with a smile. “Ah naw, man, I ain’t touching no dog shit. You go and touch it, dude.”

“What is that sound?” Mr. Sims sat inside Nadean’s new sofa, turning with a chuckle and a smile to see the nose profile of Nadean.

“Southern.” I turned with a sour frown to see the elderly Mr. and Mrs. Sims, who sat comfortable inside my new sofa with a set of cold beverages inside my living room of my house. “What are you doing here, Winfred?” I cut my eyeballs back to Winfred with a sneer.

Winfred frowned. “What are you doing here, Nadean? Why aren’t you at work? This is a work day Monday.”

I smiled. “Duh, dude. I live here, if I need to remind all of ya’ll that historical fact, ya fucking rednecks. Gawd, they call me a backwards hick from Bama.”

Elderly Mrs. Sims said with a lady sneer to the ass of her son Winfred. “Miss Garland is being both rude and improper. Make her leave, Winfred?”

I turned with a lady sneer to see elderly Mrs. Sim. “Make her leave, Winfried? Babe, you do not live here, either. Your name ain’t on the mortgage papers that I signed. As a matter of fact…”

“Nadean,” Winfred exhaled with a sour frown. “Please be civil! Or can you try to act like that southern belle your mother had tried to instill into your hick bones? I should call and report your improper behavior to your biological family. They will take action against you for embarrassing them.”

I swung around with a sour frown to my bedroom space. “I’m tired. Please leave all of you, folks.”

Winfred turned and frowned at the ass of Nadean. “Where have you been, Nadean? I called your work at the hospital. I called your office at the law firm. And I contacted the modeling studio. You have not been at work during the entire day. Where is OT?”

I swung back around with a sour frown to see him and look up to the ceiling with a smile. “In the twenty second state of the USA, it became a US State on December 14, 1819 with the capital of Montgomery. The largest city is Birmingham.” I looked down with a wink and a smile to see his face.

Winfred turned red colored with a sour frown and a sneer. “You took Tanner to them?”

I smiled with a nod. “That college education is impressive, Winfuck.”

He mouth spat salvia from his parted lips, jabbing a finger down to the floor with a sour frown. “I demand to know exactly where my son is.”

I swing around from Winfred to my bedroom again. Sevilla spoke in Spanish to the ass of Nadean. I mentally translated her Spanish words into English words, saying with a smile. “You be an ugly bitch, too, chica,” laughing.

I heard the smash of glass behind my ass, moving through the kitchen, down the mini-steps to my room with a laugh and a smile. “Ya missed, bitch or bastard…”

Winfred yelled at the ass and the hair roots of Nadean. “We are going. But I’m coming back to find my son Tanner.”

I sung out loud in my alto timber, marching through the open archways with a smile. “Are you from Dixie? Yeah, I’m from Dixie. And he’s in Dixie, too.” I kicked the wooden door with my foot.

The door closed.

 

 

3:03 p.m.

Guest bedroom setting of Nadean

 

 

The side door inside the Florida room opened and slammed shut as the noise echoed through the house.

Winfred stopped and yelled to the closed bedroom door of her bedroom. “Nadean,” he lifted and banged on the door with a fist. “Are you in there?”

“Buy locks,” I whispered underneath my pillow inside my soft bed mattress.

“Nadean, are your drunk?”

“Buy milk.”

“Nadean, you are stoned?”

“Buy food.”

“Nadean, please answer me?”

“Buy a dog.”

“Nadean, where is my son?”

“Buy a vicious dog.

“Nadean, please come out of your bedroom if you can walk upright like a human being.”

I grunted and rolled off the bed, standing with a wobble, and yawned, rubbing the sleepy crumbs from my eye sockets and moved across the room to the archway. I touched the knob with a sour frown.

The door opened.

Winfred was not standing there at the bedroom archway.

I exhaled with fury and moved ahead, marching up the mini-steps into the kitchen floor, moving into the dining room, turning and stopping to see the elderly Mr. and Mrs. Sims again on top of my new sofa.

Stranger Bitch stood in front of the double sided entrance doors beside Winfred, touching and caressing his naked arm with a sour frown and a nod. He said with a nod and sour frown to Nadean. “Where is my son?”

I exhaled with a puff of fury, jabbing a finger at his parents. “Winfred, you and these bodies are not supposed to here. OT is not here in Miami. Florida. Please leave.”

“Where is my son?”

I grinned. “I killed and ate him,” and then I burped with a giggle, “Yummy for the tummy. OT likes it when I do that being a tough little tike. Good bye ex-bastard husband, mama and daddy of ex-bastard husband, and stranger Bitch of ex-bastard husband to you, too, tooting…”

“Jno…,” Sevilla spoke, saying something like ‘naw’ in southern or ‘no’ in American or ‘negative’ in science fiction. “Make jher leave, jhoney.” She touched and patted his sleeve with a nod and a grin to Nadean.

I pointed with a nod and a smile to the short woman. “I really respect people that can converse in two foreign languages, because my southern accent can’t. But she’s a hoot, Winfuck. Winfuck and Stranger Bitch, please leave, before I sic the-ain’t-got-a-vicious dog but the more vicious Coral Gables police force on ya’ll’s asses.”

Winfred turned with a sour frown to see his mom. “See how she insults me, Mother…”

“Motherfucker…” I turned and grinned to the elderly Mrs. Sims. She didn’t smile back at Nadean.

Winfred turned with a sour frown to see Nadean. “We are here to collect Tanner.”

I shook my curls, raising a hand, spreading my fingers one at a time. “First off, OT is a boy, not a garbage bag. Second off, OT is visiting with my hillbilly side of his family. Third off, OT is not present anywhere inside the entire US State of Florida. Therefore, Winfuck cannot be here. I live here.”

He frowned. “Stop being ridicule and threatening, Nadean. I live here, too.”

“Ah, naw,” I shook my curls.

Winfred turned and strolled to the new landline telephone on top of the new short table inside the wall corner. “I’m calling the police. Since, it was your original suggestion. You’re insulting me, my parents, and my wife. And you have kidnapped my son,” he stopped and stood with a huff, lifting the telephone receiver and dialed the emergency number for the police. He heard the ring, waiting on the connection, turning and whispering into the telephone.

Sevilla jabbed a fake manicured fingernail at Nadean with a set of curls lips of red lipstick. “She poco loco. Jyou be ailed.”

I smiled. “It is j-j-jailed, bitch. The letter ‘J’ is not silent in American words, chica, only the Spanish vocabulary.”

The Coral Gable police force was both fast and down the street. A police car arrived within one minute and twenty seconds of Winfred’s telephone call. They exited the car and approached the front door.

The door sounded with a knock.

I turned with a grin and moved to the loud knock, grabbing the elegant knob.

The door opened.

I back stepped and motioned with my hand, inviting the two police officers into my house, raising both my arms with a grin and a giggle. “Thank gawd, officers. You have arrived. These fucking illegals aliens are about to kidnap me with their x-ray guns to the moon and into outer space.” I spun around, moving to my new sitting chair and away from the Sims family near my new telephone and my short side table.

The tall police officer entered the room and scanned each face with a puzzled brow, stopping and landing his eyeballs on Nadean. “What’s going on in here, ma’am?”

Winfred turned with a sneer and jabbed a finger at Nadean, moving to the police officers near the front door. “This is my ex-wife. She has kidnapped my son Tanner Sims. We are newly divorced.” He lifted a stack of papers near his sneer. The officer accepted and viewed the paper with a stern face. Winfred said with a sour frown and a matching tone. “I am Sims. She is Nadean Sims. Our…”

The short police officer turned with a stern face to Nadean. “Where is young Sims named Tanner Orion, ma’am?”

I grinned. “OT is located at his maternal grandmother’s house in Alabama,” I reached and lifted the telephone receiver. “How about we call OT and ask him?” I punched and dialed the familiar telephone number. My adult family member was quick to answer the ringing tone. I smiled into the receiver, looking at the police officer and the ass of Winfred. “Hey, Dorcee! May I speak with my little angel boy?” I slammed the speaker transmitter on for all eardrums to hear inside the room.

“Hola, Mama,” yelled OT via the phone.

I smiled. “Como estas, OT. Daddy’s here?”

“Hola, Daddy,” yelled OT via the phone.

Winfred turned with a sour frown to see the telephone, the wall, and Nadean. “Hello, Tanner.”

I said. “Granny Sims is here too, OT.”

“Hola, Granny,” yelled OT via the phone.

“Are you having fun with G-ma and G-pa, OT?” I smiled to the two police officers.

OT yelled via the phone. “And the ponies.”

I nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I like riding the pony too. OT, I’m coming to get you…”

“Naw, not now, Mama. Later right, not now, I be having fun. Gotta go, I’m eating ice cream. Love ya, Mama, Daddy, and Granny. Bye.” OT yelled via the phone.

I smiled. “Love ya, OT. Bye…”

Jadean said via the phone, “Nadean?”

“Hi, Mama! Everything’s peachy keen fine here in South Florida. Talk to ya, later. Bye, Mama.” I slapped the speaker transmit off with a grin, dropping the receiver down to the telephone.

The tall police officer said with a confused brow to Nadean. “Is your little son scheduled to be in Alabama, ma’am?”

I smiled. “Answer him, Winfred?”

“Yes.” Winfred stared with a sour frown and pretend set of fireballs at Nadean.

“Then, there is no kidnapping here, sir.” The tall police officer turned with a sour frown to see the nose profile of Winfred.

I stood with a grin and a nod, moving and stopped, pointing down and around to all the un-invited guests inside my house. “They are trespassing on my land. I want them all arrested and locked up based on my rights as a homeowner and US American citizen living in Miami, Florida,” smiling.

Winfred frowned. “Nadean, stop being stupid.”

I pointed to Winfred with a smile and a nod. “Ask him to show you his driver’s license, officer.”

Winfred turned with a nod and a stern face, pointing down to the floor and at the papers inside the hands of the police office. “I live here. See the divorce decree? It contains our home residential address.”

“Ask Winfred Sims for his Florida driver’s license, please, sirs?” I nodded to the two police officers.

“Sir, may I see a valid Florida driver’s license?” The short police officer turned to see Winfred and extend an open palm with a stern face.

Winfred shook a semi-balding skull with a sour frown. “I own this house.” He retrieved and pulled out his wallet, lifting and presenting the license to the police office.

The officer accepted and reviewed the presented license with a sour frown. “Your valid Florida driver’s license shows you a resident in the city of Palmton, Florida. This is also in another Florida County, not Dade County of Miami.” He looked up with a confused brow to see the frown on Winfred, handing back the license.

Winfred accepted and held his license. “We are selling the house for the divorce.”

The tall police officer turned and looked out the window with a confused brow. “I do not see a ‘for sale’ sign in the yard.”

“There ain’t,” I giggled with my secret answer.

Winfred turned with a sour frown and jabbed a finger at Nadean and then lifted up and rambled inside his worn briefcase. “Nadean yanked it from the grass and burned it. I have a copy of the realtor contract.” He lifted and handed another set of stapled papers from his briefcase with a smile and a nod to the same officer.

The short police officer accepted and reviewed the papers with a nod and then turned with a confused brow to see Nadean. “This is a legal reality contract to sale this house on 666 Leonardo Lane. So where’s the ‘for sale’ sign, ma’am?”

I smiled with a nod, crossing my arms. “I pulled it up like Winfred told. Please view the signature line on the bottom of the last page.”

The short police officer looked down with a stern face and flipping through the papers, reading out loud. “I see the signature of Winfred Sims,” he looked up with a puzzled brow to see Nadean. “Where is your signature, Mrs. Sims?”

“Jyes,” Sevilla spoke in Spanish.

The short police officer turned and frowned to Sevilla. “Who are you?”

“Stranger Bitch,” I giggled with a grin and a nod.

“Mrs. Sims,” Sevilla lifted and slapped her breasts with both hands. They jiggled as Nadean giggled.

The short police officer shook his skull. “The other former Mrs. Sims,” he turned with a puzzled brow to see Nadean. “Where is your signature, the former Mrs. Winfred Sims, on this realtor contract?”

I shook my curls with a stern face. “I didn’t sign the legal document. I don’t want my house sold.”

Winfred reached and snatched the paper, flipping through the staples paper with a sneer. “Gimme that. You’re a turd, Nadean. She signed this contract along with our divorce decree. This is not the correct copy. I have it in my business office,” exhaling. “The house is being sold. She is blocking the sell by not cleaning, pissing on the floor, and…”

“…changing the locks tomorrow, buddy,” I giggled with a grin of my new idea.

Winfred exhaled with a huff of frustration. “Officers, she is destroying this house on purpose,” he turned and pointed to the object on the floor. “See the broken plate on the floor.”

I moved to the broken plate on the floor with a smile and then a gasp, squatting and reaching for some of the broken pieces with a sad face. “O my gawd, this is my great-grandmother’s china bone eating plate. O my gawd, this plate is over hundred years old. I would never break my great-grandmother’s china bone dishes. She did it.” I reached and lifted the largest broken piece of the bone china, standing and turned with a sad face to move and show the short police officer. I fingered at the broken piece. “Look at the date of the baked china mixture.”

The short police officer accepted and reviewed the china bone plate with a gasp. “The year is 1832,” he looked up with a sour frown to see Winfred. “Sir, I am beginning to believe her words over your story telling. I believe you should leave this house,” he turned with a sour frown to see Sevilla. “Ma’am, did you break this invaluable piece of china bone dish?”

Sevilla curled her lisp with a hiss, swinging around to the front door, grabbing the knob.

The door opened.

Mr. and Mrs. Sims stood and moved to the open archway with a sour frown.

Winfred jabbed a finger at the floor with sour frown. “I have lived here for seven years. I am not leaving this house. We are really selling this house as stated by the Florida Divorce Code.”

I moved forward through my house and wiped my sad tears, cuddling the broken piece and stopped, placing it on top of my new low table and stared down at the year 1832.

Mr. and Mrs. Sims continued to stare at the ass of Winfred and sit on top of the sofa with a sour frown.

The tall police officer nodded with a stern face. “Sir, you are correct per the Florida divorce code. The divorcing couple is required to split all assets and liabilities. But under these extreme circumstances, you are married to that woman near the open front doors. Thus, she does not live at 666 Leonardo Lane.” He jabbed a finger at the sofa with a confused brow. “And who are the elderly couple near your new wife?”

Winfred swung around with a smile and a nod to the sofa, “My parents.”

The tall police officer shook his skull. “They do not reside here, either. Sir, you and all your blood family should leave here. Ms. Sims did not break her great-grandmother’s china dish. But I do believe that one of you did.”

“I left. Come jhoney.” Sevilla moved down the front steps and exited the house, strolling to Winfred’s sedan.

The short police officer thumbed over his collar bone to the open doors with a stern face. “Tell you what? Why didn’t we all leave at the same time? Our patrol car is parked behind your vehicle, sir,” he turned with a stern face to see Nadean. “Ma’am, thanks for calling the Coral Gable police for your domestic issue. Have a good day.” The officers turned and watched Winfred and his parents leave the house and then they exited and left in the police vehicle.

I cuddled the broken dish with a set of tears and a whisper. “Thanks.”

 

 

5:05 p.m.

Living room setting

 

 

The bright headlights glared into the garage door as the sedan stopped with a shriek.

The car door opened.

Winfred moved and stopped with a sour frown, rattling the door knob, banging a fist on the closed front door.

I lived in the metro city of Miami and had called a locksmith to change out all the locks, two hours ago.

Winfred couldn’t invade the house again. He shouted with a sneer. “Nadean, open this door. I demand to talk to you.”

I opened and blocked the door with my body and a sour frown. “What?”

He sneered. “You think you’re cute.”

“Naw, a beauty,” I giggled with a grin.

“You think you’re funny.”

“Naw, a bitch,” I giggled.

“You think you’re smart.”

“Naw, a smart-ass,” I giggled

“You think you’re slick.”

“Yeah, slick,” I smiled.

He exhaled. “I fucked up missing that you didn’t sign the realtor contract. But I have learned that you are a snake.”

“A viper,” I giggled.

He lifted and shoved a set of new papers with a sneer and a sour frown into her nostrils. “Sign this paper or else? You display that ‘for sale’ sign or else? You do as I say or else? You think you’re getting away with this ploy. Naw, ya ain’t using your hillbilly slang. This house is worth one million dollars. I am getting my money, if’an I have to shove a shotgun up your ass like your hick brothers do. I have learned from ya’ll that hicks only like vicious violence.” He shoved her backward from the archway, entering through the archway and turned, slamming a fist into the wall. It left a tiny hole, a black mark, and a pile of dropping yellow colored plaster. He back stepped with a smirk and turned, moving to his sedan.

I hissed with a yell at his wiggling fat ass. “Fuck you, asshole.”

Winfred swung around with a smile and a laugh to see Nadean. “I already did you. It was sour. Suck that, sweetheart.” He turned around with a laugh and a smile and moved into his sedan, closing the door and driving from the private driveway. I stood inside the archway with a smile and a whisper. “Naw, ya ain’t.” I turned and slammed the door with my foot.

The door closed.

I moved to my work briefcase with a sour frown, pulling out our shared divorce decree.

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:31 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a right wrist, slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body. My mental mind continued to daydream away the clicking time and the physical pain, concentrating and reliving another specific moment of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Thirty four years old Nadean and her four year old son OT

 

 

Sunday July 13th

1:01 p.m.

Sports car ride of Nadean

Six miles south on Interstate 95 from Palm Beach Airport

Hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

I saw a set of blue lights inside the rear view mirror of my sports car with a confused brow “Shit.” I looked down with a gasp to eighty five miles per hour after releasing the gasoline pedal from the flashing color in the mirror. The sports car accelerated so beautifully even for a manual transmission that I couldn’t feel one single bump over the interstate roadway. I slowed and steered the car into the sandy medium strip, killing the engine and rolled down the window for some fresh air. Then I reached and cracked open my car door with a worried brow.

The police car stopped behind the sports car.

The police door opened.

A tall and fat police officer exited and moved, stopping and standing in front of the driver’s door with a stern face, a pair of sunglasses, and a wrinkled uniform. “Stay in the car.”

I slammed the door back into the latch as a second younger police officer curved around the passenger side. The police cameraman moved and stopped, standing beside the tall and fat police officer, recording everyone’s sweaty eye brows from sunshine.

This was the month of July in Miami, Florida and hot as hell with a cool ocean breeze. I drove my brand new convertible sports car from the airport in West Palm Beach to my home in Miami, Florida. I liked flying an airplane out from the West Palm Airport rather than the over crowded and busy Miami International Airport. I liked the long drive over the smooth interstate to clear the cobwebs from my mind with the mental thoughts of divorce, single, motherhood, and OT.

The convertible top of my sports car was down for fun and sun.

My hair was wrapped inside a baseball cap from the flying breeze, since the wind created a set of split ends and whipped my long curls into my face like a riding crop and hurt like hell. When the car stopped, the hot Florida sun beat down on my face, creating more peddles of sweat that dropped down my naked face, my chin, my neck, and my exposed and naked collar bone. I wore a string bikini top getting a good base tan on my body. My ass was covered in a torn-off blue jean skirt, showing off more leg thigh than legal.

My naked feet rolled around the car floor for a set of heeled sandals that was used to prance onto the airplane from Alabama, because I liked to piss my mama off looking like a tramp but not.

I lifted and ditched the baseball cap, tossing over into the passenger seat.

The tall and fat police officer stood over the driver’s window with a sour frown. “ID, driver’s license, car registration, and proof of insurance.” She reached and handed the items to him with a smile. He frowned. “Please step out of the car.” He opened the unlocked door for the woman.

I stood and stumbled from the seat, wearing a pair of slip on high heeled sandals over the loose gravel and hard pavement of the sandy medium strip.

He reached and grabbed her forearm with a sour frown and a sneer, before she fell over. She jerked her arm, standing tall and upright in silence. “Are you intoxicated, as well as, breaking the law by speeding? I clocked you at doing ninety miles per hour, so you are going to be arrested for reckless driving, first offense. But it seems you look a little under the weather which could lead to a second offense, drunk driving.”

I turned and frowned into his sweaty face and his pair of black tinted sunglasses. “No, officer, I do not drink alcohol of any type. The ground is uneven in my high heels,” I pointed down to my pink painted toes, wiggling ‘hi’ at the police officer.

He grinned wickedly. “Well, I’m judge today, little girl. Ron, paint me a straight yellow line from the front bumper of her sports car to my boot toes here and now, please.” The young skinny police office nodded in silence and turned to perform his new task. The fat police officer grinned with a hum into her face. “Hmm, your face is red and swollen? Did you tell me that you do not drink alcohol? Do you like to drink beer rather than whiskey? You’re sweating like you might vomit? Does your stomach hurt? Or your head?”

I reached up and wiped the fresh sweat from my brow with a naked hand and a sour frown. “I’m hot from the Florida heat. This is a heated day inside the convertible too. I’ll been enjoying the wind and sun, a little too much.”

He turned and examined her sports car with a smile and a nod. “Nice ride. Foreign sports job, lots of money. Is this really your car? Or is it your boyfriend’s car?”

I nodded with a sour frown, pointing down to the paper work inside his fat hand. “I provided you my registration that matches my driver’s license. Both are valid.”

“Line painted, sir.” Ron moved and stood beside the tall and fat police office with a nod and a smile.

The fat police officer looked up with a grin and a nod to see Nadean. “Good. Please start over there at the beginning of your front bumper and stand in front of Ron and walk a straight line to me and then turn around and walk back to him.” She turned and lost her footing again within the loose gravel pebbles, wearing the high heeled sandals and almost fell down over to the hard pavement. The tall and fat police officer reached and captured her naked arm again with a sour frown into her eardrum, before she fell over again. “This is not looking good for you, babe.” He laughed.

I jerked my arm away from his loose hand gripe and slowly marched ahead on top of the gravel pebbles, avoiding the sunken holes inside the medium strip and turned, standing in front of the orange colored painted line. I breathed heavy from the heated air and the arching feet inside the heeled sandals plus the annoyance of traffic ticket.

I was tired from traveling by airplane. I left on Saturday morning at five in the morning, because I was anal about catching the first airplane out of the airport, without delays or misplaced pilots.

I awoke at three in this morning for the car drive to the West Palm Beach International Airport, since the Miami International Airport was too close and too crowded for my raw nervous. The flight landed in the metro city of Birmingham, gathering a hype child and then I borrowed Vester’s car and drove to Brier, a ten minute trip. I hand delivered OT to my parents.

I was happy for once to see my blood-kin family as I lied about all the current events in my sorry-ass life. I would rather focus my energy and my voice on OT and his accomplishments of pre-kindergarten in Miami. I didn’t tell my parents about the nasty divorce proceeds, since that’s my business. I kissed and tucked OT good-night and then rested inside my old bed inside my old bedroom, cursing as day of sunlight broke and hit the glass panes.

I swiftly decided to leave Sunday morning, instead of face my mama and my sister afraid of spilling out the truth about my messed-up sorry-ass life.

When I arrived back at Vester’s mountain, he arranged for a jet plane and a nice pilot to fly both of us from Birmingham to West Palm Beach with nothing better to do but whine and cry in his warm loving brotherly arms.

Currently, my red and swollen face contained a set of stained teardrops as I started to walk over the bright orange line and stumbled to the side without focusing on the present. And then I back stepped and start at the front of the orange line again. I was made of mixed up and jumbled emotions of hurt and hate. I stepped forward and then stumbled. I caught my body before hitting ground.

I stood taller, breathing deeper and faked a smile as the tall and fat police officer marked down my actions in his notebook, watching me. I stepped a right sandal ahead and stopped, feeling slightly dizzy from the hot sun and exhaustively tired in my bones from non-sleep for almost forty eight hours, worrying about OT and dwelling on my upcoming divorce.

“Come towards me. Please keep marching,” the fat police-officer motioned with a hand and a stern face. She moved forward in a fluid motion and stomped into his nostrils. He was over six feet which was compared her five feet and ten inches. He smirked into her sweaty face. “Bring me the breathing equipment,” Ron moved and returned beside the fat officer, handing a plastic tube. The fat police officer smiled at Nadean, lifting and bumping the devise into her cheekbone. “Place the tube inside your mouth and breathe out. This devise will measure your alcohol intake.”

“Please.” I smiled.

“What?” He frowned.

I eye rolled as I was not drunk but exhausted. I reached and placed a round tube inside my mouth as fear attacked my body. I breathed and choked then coughed with the plastic down my throat. I removed the tube, feeling a vomit sensation.

The fat police officer shakes his skull. “No, you need to breathe out into the tube. Try this again!”

I breathed a gulp of air, holding it inside my lungs and placed the tube inside my mouth, closing my lips and breathed out as the air flooded the tube and my lips. I felt sick.

The fat police officer jerked the tube from her lips, looking down and checking the gadget. She gagged and coughed, wiping her sweaty face. He shook a skull with a grin. “Not good, the breathalyzer states point ten percent content of alcohol inside your mouth and your tongue. Your tongue likes sour things.”

I frowned. “That is impossible. I do not drink alcohol.”

He nodded with a smile. “You must have mistakenly drunk something made with a good bit of alcohol. Do you partake of sweet wine coolers or…”

“I do not drink alcohol. I request another test.”

“You get one shot. Now, I must check your body for contraband. Hold up your arms!”

I back stepped with a sour frown, extending my arms. “You have got to be joking, sir? I’m in a bikini bathing suit swimming top. You can see my hairy armpits.”

He looked down and marked on the notepad with a smile and a nod. “Yes, you are going to be charged for indecent exposure for a third offense while dressing too semi-naked in the public of children, ladies, and gentlemen. I understand that rednecks like this look. Turn around? I must check the pockets of your blue jeans.”

I had forgotten the skirt contained a set of rear pockets, spinning around.

He dug his fingers into each pocket, rubbing her semi-naked ass with a smile and a chuckle. “Nothing.” He shouted. “Bring me her purse?”

Ron turned and leaned into the open convertible, grabbing her purse and stood, searching through the contents and lifted with a smile a gun into the air. “Found a concealed weapon, Bruiser.” He stood beside the fat and tall police office.

Bruiser grinned with a chuckle and a nod. “Whoa, babe, we hit the jackpot.”

I pointed to my purse with a smile and a nod. “I carry a gun permit. So’s, I can shoot my gun at a flock of uncivilized hicks for my personal protection.” I reached for my purse, but Bruiser snatched it from the other hands, searching the contents too. I smiled with a nod. “Inside my wallet, there is a gun permit, valid and updated.”

Bruiser found and lifted the permit near his face. “Gun permit, check. Check the luggage inside the trunk. Your keys.” She lifted and handed her car key to Ron as Bruiser ordered with a smile. “Record the trunk contents too.”

The police cameraman kissed the lens of the camera with a sour frown, recording the action of Bruiser and Nadean. “I record the driver at all times.”

Bruiser turned and frowned into the camera lens. “Go and record the trunk content, now. We might find some drugs then you’ll be famous on TV. Always, she’s harmless being only a pretty thing.”

The camera man dropped the camera and turned, moving to the rear of the trunk with a sour frown.

I swung around with a smile. “Bruce Grand…”

He winked with a grin. “I’m impressed. Ya remember me?”

I frowned. “I’m pissed at your treatment of me. I do remember you, the best man at our wedding, without the beer gut and the shaggy beard. Heard, you got kicked out of the military for being a bad solider, Bruiser. I bet your daddy’s mad being a long time veteran in the armed forces.”

“Heard you got dumped by Winfred being a back slapping bitch. You were…”

“A good wife…”

“A boring wife, I hear on the juicy grapevine. Well, Winfred be doing well, without your ass…sets. He’s president of First Bank in Palmton, boss of everything, now.” He reached up and touched her hair with a grin. “Yeah, his new wife fills gold into his treasure chest, instead of platinum for his career unlike some country cowgirl. I warned him about your redneck attitude. He didn’t want to hear it until he got burned.”

I parked both my hands on my hips with smirk. “He got burned. That’s an interesting tale. How did he get burned?”

Ron moved from the trunk of the car and returned, standing at the nose profile of Bruiser, shaking a skull. “The trunk and the luggage are clean of contraband, Bruiser.”

Bruiser leaned in and bad breathed into her face. “Search the car.”

I back stepped with a frown. “I say no. There is no probable cause to search my private vehicle, without a search warrant. That is the law.”

Ron nodded with a smile. “Sure, Bruiser.”

Bruiser smirked. “Check her criminal records too.”

Ron looked down with a frown and read the police notepad. “I did that, first thing. There are no tickets or outstanding warrants…”

“In Florida, but she lives in Alabama.” Bruiser smiled. “Check that US State, too. And call for a backup unit with the drug-dogs and a handler to I-95. We need some assistance out here in the hot sun.”

“Sure, Bruiser,” Rob turned with a nod and a smile to the sports car, writing the instruction to record the order, moving back to the driver’s seat.

Bruiser smirked. “Trusting you, believing in you and your lies, then you used these lies against him. You robbed him of his house, his car, his boat, his bank accounts, and his kid. You know a son belongs with the father, not a cheating pussy ass mama? That’s a pretty fancy car there. New?”

I turned and smiled at my new car and back to his smile. “You know a cheating pussy ass mama gets to have her son and her toys, too? I guess you believe them lies, too.”

“Propositioned me right here on the sandy side of the interstate, Your Honor. You are unbelievable. Winfred said that you cheated on him with that lawyer at your firm and then stole all the money from the joint husband and wife bank account, before the ink dried on the divorce papers. He couldn’t find a trace of the money, but he will. He’s a brilliant banker. He’ll figure it out. Then he had to sale his new luxury sedan, his nice sports car and nice boat to pay off all your credit card debt that you purchased on his plastic. You got guts, honey. I’d beat your ass first.”

I smiled. “Good thing, we didn’t marry. Huh?”

He leaned over, reaching up and tried to touch her sweaty face with a grin. “You’re a pretty thing and smart but a mean bitch. You hit Tanner and then threaten your son with more violence, if he tattles to his biological father Winfred. Good thing, there’s another police officer present here. Or I’ll just take you down to the Everglades and beat the shit out of ya. Then let you see how it feels to be a tiny victim.”

I felt the victim here, saying with a stern face and a serious tone. “Good thing, there are too many eye witnesses, so you can’t do that.”

Ron turned and moved from the sports car and returned, standing next to the nose profile of Bruiser, shaking his skull with a stern face and a serious tone. “No citations or warrants on her in the state of Alabama either. And the interior of the vehicle is clean too, Bruiser.”

The police cameraman moved and stopped, standing beside the Ron and Bruiser as Bruiser smirked into her face. “What’s the ETA on the drug-dogs?”

Ron shook his skull. “The drug team can’t come. They’re doing a raid in Miami Springs.”

Bruiser chuckled with a nod “That’s okay. We have matched the physical description of someone recently reported to the police driving under the influence that had struck another vehicle and left the crime scene. Turn around for your arrest,” he reached and grabbed her arm, spinning Nadean around as the handcuffs clipped over both her wrists. He leaned into her eardrum with a grin and a whisper. “You are under arrest for…,” chuckling. “Let’s see how many offenses ring up on your tab, little cowgirl. Reckless driving, possession of a hand gun, excess speeding, under the influence of alcohol, resisting arrest, indecent exposure…”

“Gun running, human trafficking…” I giggled with a grin, since I was a lawful citizen first and a degreed lawyer second.

Bruiser puffed into her hair roots as he was slightly taller with a sour frown and a whisper into her eardrum, out of range of the other police representatives. “Shut up, babe. You’re in deep shit, honey. I guess little Tanner lives with his daddy during your incarceration of your ass inside the walls of Palmton, Florida until his graduation day from high school.” He pulled back with a smile and a nod. “Let’s go and move over my police car. And Ron, watch her carefully for any violent move. One of us might have to shoot the criminal dead,” laughing. Bruiser turned and led her to the rear of the police car.

I entered with a smile as my legal calculated a solution. I slid into the rear seat with a smile.

The door closed.

 

 

4:04 p.m.

Police department lobby setting at telephone booth

City of Palmton within US State of Florida

(45 miles north of Coral Gables)

Hot temperatures and partly cloudy with sunshine

 

 

I stood inside the lobby of the police station of Palmton, after being released from jail like a free bird. I held the telephone receiver into my eardrum and dialed the hospital office, hoping to reach my supervisor, hearing a recorded voice instead.

The automatic telephone operator said via the telephone. “Sorry. That number is out of area.”

“Shit.” I slammed the receiver down and lifted it up again, dialing a bonds man for a paid service, hearing a recorded voice instead.

The automatic telephone operator said via the telephone. “Sorry. That number is restricted for this facility.”

“What the fuck?” I reached and slammed the receiver down onto the hook again with a confused frown and turned and waltzed with a fake smile to lonely and ugly police officer female at the office desk. “Hi! Excuse me.”

The female police officer was not happy to see Nadean at the moment. Since, Nadean had in both verbal and written format accursed a fellow police brother of both thievery and trickery as the newest wickedly witch of the west, actually more southwest. The farm town of Brier was located in the southwest direction of metro city Huntsville.

I thumbed over a collar bone to the wall and the wall telephone with a sour frown. “I can’t dial…”

She stamped the paper on top and shifted to the side and then stamped the second paper, without looking up to see Nadean. “Only local telephone numbers or you receive an out of area warning.”

I nodded with a fake smile. “Yes, I did.”

“Only local telephone numbers or you receive an out of area warning.”

“Thanks.” I swung around with a sour frown and moved back to the wall and the wall telephone, exhaling with a puff of annoyance. I knew one local telephone number, since I lived in Miami, not Palmton, a different county and a telephone area code. “Shit.” I lifted and placed the receiver into my eardrum, dialing the know telephone number, hearing the ring and then a connection.

Pause.

“This is Nadean.”

Pause.

“I am in a jam…”

Pause.

“Yeah, that’s a funny joke. Jam and toast, I like the two food items, too. I’m in jail, Winfred.”

Pause.

“Actually, it’s false arrest.”

Pause.

“There isn’t any bail to post on my ass, if I have quoted you correctly from your high pitched squeal like a piglet on my daddy’s farm. Thanks for thinking of my fanny, Winfred. Looky, I need a ride home. My car’s impounded until I get the money for release…”

Pause.

“You’ll come here to the local Palmton jail house. That’s wonderful, Winfred. On your way, I’ll wait out front. Thanks again, Winfred.”

 

 

4:44 p.m.

Sedan trip of Winfred and Nadean south on Palmton Boulevard

Hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

I moved and stood for two seconds at the street corner like a whore but not. The same four door golden colored sedan pulled and stopped at the curb with the passenger window down.

I grabbed and lifted the door handle.

The door opened.

I slide into the soft leather with a sour frown and a whisper, facing the cleanest window on the planet. “Thanks.”

Winfred drove forward with a smile and a nod. “I talked to Tanner. He’s enjoying his time with your parents in Alabama. Fed the stallion or rode the chickens? I can’t recall what you, hicks do on a farm. He asked about you. I didn’t tell him Mama’s in jail. He won’t understand being only a baby. But I understand clearly.”

“I do not need a lecture.”

“You’re getting one. This is my car and you are in the seat next to me. You were speeding again. Did you hit someone?”

“No.”

“No, you did not hit something or you did not kill anyone.”

“Naw.”

He drove the car with a grin and a nod, looking at the road, “Disorderly conduct of a mother. Disturbing the peace of a mother. Exposure of a mother. All of that makes you a bad…”

“…motherfucker.” I giggled. “Yeah, remember that phrase, Winfuck, ‘cuz boy, you’ll be repeating it soonest.”

“Why are you upset and mad with me, Nadean? I did not give you all those speeding traffic citations.”

I looked at the road, “Naw, because it was your best man Bruce Grand from our wedding, seven years ago.”

Winfred drove with a nod and a chuckle, looking at the road. “Yeah, Bruiser’s a police officer inside Palmton.”

“Inside the city limits of tiny beach town Palmton, very inconvenient for me and my sports car.”

He chuckled. “You should learn to stay and play inside your own back yard. Why are you traveling out of West Palm International Airport anyways? You live in Miami.”

“OT and I do live in Miami and you do not live in Miami.”

His eyelids darted to her and then the road as he sneered. “You stay away from Palmton, Nadean. This is your first warning from me.”

I giggled with a nod at the road. “I ain’t afraid of you, Winfred.”

He nodded with a smile at the road. “You are a most formidable opponent in war, Nadean. But I have allies.”

I laughed with a nod at the road. “Bruce Grand has an IQ lower than a dumbass mule on my daddy’s farm while serving as the arresting police officer in my upcoming legal court battle. I will file a complaint with the Palmton police department.”

Winfred chuckled. “Be honest, Nadean. What in the world would be your legal defense strategy?”

I smiled. “My final response, the number is 82. This is the estimated IQ for the arresting police officer of my semi-naked body on the unlucky day of July thirteenth. He has been given a shield and a weapon by the Palmton police department making life and death decision in terms of protecting and defending your asset. The average common sense person holds a level of 100 IQ points, Your Honor. I rest my case,” laughing.

He smirked. “I heard that Bruiser had probable cause which was based on the offense of the offender and it was coupled with the interest of public safety that had warranted a search and an arrest. I heard you were thrown down to the ground and body searched for illegal drugs, Nadean.”

I nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I got blue bruises on my kneecaps, too.”

He shook his skull, driving with a worried brow, looking at the road. “I fear for Tanner.”

“And I fear for you, Winfred.” I leaned a blistered and sunburned forehead against the cool glass of the passenger window. “Just drive your new sedan, Winfred. I’m dog tired.”

“Nadean, you’re starting to show some recklessness in your single bachelorette female middle aged life. I’m concerned your new lifestyle will influence and affect Tanner.”

“Nonsense, I admitted that I was speeding in my sports car. I enjoyed the freedom from the cramped city traffic lights, soaring like a bird on the interstate. I was mentally thinking, not concentrating on the physical speedometer. The end.”

“You have an arrest record now, Nadean. An arrest record is a very serious matter with the police while creating all types of legal law problems for you.”

I smiled. “I have a speeding ticket. My insurance rates will not increase either, since I got an old lady stamp on my ass now. The end.”

“When does Tanner come back?”

“You know the proper answer to your question, Winfred. We have established OT’s vacation arrangement, since he was two years old with our biological nosy relatives. He gets nine weeks off from his elementary school spending the first three weeks with your family in Palmton. Then, he spends the next three weeks with my family. Then, we entertain him for three weeks until the new school year. Nothing has ever changed for OT. He doesn’t understand our divorce or our battle.”

He nodded. “I concur. Tanner doesn’t understand being four years old. But Tanner will see if his mother is placed inside a jail cell for a nasty illegal criminal record. How are you getting your car out of the police impound lot?”

I stared at the road with a stern face. “My friend Reed will drive me from Miami to Palmton helping me retrieve my car.”

He shook his skull. “Your new friend, I don’t like your new friend Reed. She’s way to wild with her naughty social graces being around Tanner.”

I frowned. “She is not a wild animal, Winfred. Reed has a son, too. They’re pals at play. Jeezus, we were friends long before our finally divorce. Reed lives at the block intersection of my house of my community in Coral Gables.”

He drove with a sour frown, looking at the road. “Since you don’t have to babysit our son, I guess you’ll be partying the next six weekends.”

I smiled. “I guess so, pal.”

He nodded with a smile, looking at the road. “I was right about you all this time. And here I’m driving your ass from the prison cell for alcoholic drinking and good time partying while Tanner is away from his family and home life in Florida.”

“You’re driving me from the Palmton police station for speeding on the interstate. I was traveling over the speed limit in a car, not a bar,” I turned and smirked at the nose profile of Winfred. “And here I’m discussing your ass. What calendar date will your whore girlfriend Sevilla be divorced from her legally married husband?”

“What?” He slammed on the brakes, stopping the car in middle of the road inside Palmton.

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:35 p.m.

City of Birmingham in the US State of Alabama

Underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a right ankle, exhaling and relax into another past event of my adult life.

 

 

 

Thirty four years old Nadean and four year old son OT

 

 

3:03 p.m.

Saturday September 7th

Miami Shopping Mall

Retail store setting

Hot temperature and partly cloudy with sunshine

 

 

Inside the shopping mall of a women’s retail store, I stood between the two merchandise aisles, extending both arms even with the floor, watching OT and Reedy for any finger disasters inside the shop.

Reed lifted the object into her face with a smile and a nod. “These boots are tres chic. That’s French for ‘good bargain.’ You gotta have these boots, Nadean. They are silver colored thigh-high expensive cow leather boots and match your silver colored hair. Girlfriend, you will never know that your want gray headed,” laughing.

I shook my curls and watched naughty OT and Reedy, “Naw.”

Reed nodded with a smile. “The response is yeah, yes, right on.”

I moved to a pair of wiggling tiny hands with a stern face. “No, Reed. I don’t need the boots. No, OT. Don’t touch the girly earrings please, sir.”

Reed dropped and placed the new box of boots inside the shopping cart. “Yes, you do need these boots,” she moved and shuffled to the cash register, “I’ll purchase them for you, so me and you can go out dancing the night in hot and heated Miami.”

OT reached up and shook on her naked arm, “Mama, I hungry. Hamburger.”

I nodded with a smile, patting his skull. “Alright, sweetheart, the boys are getting hungry. It’s three in the afternoon which is passed lunchtime. Let’s go home and get food for the boys, Reed.”

Reed stopped the shopping cart and lifted, dumping each item over the store counter with a smile. “Let me pay for all my shopping items, Nadean. Then we go and get food at Dee Dee’s, boys,” she pointed to the rack of clothes behind the cashier’s counter. “These are mine also.”

The cashier turned with a fake smile and gathered the new clothes, dumping into a pile. She rang up each price tag with a pinging sound. I stand between the Earring and Headband shelves, keeping OT and Reedy from eating first, battling second, and tossing third all the custom jewelry from the wooden spikes as the electronic ping sound continued. The cashier bags the items. “The total is five hundred two seven dollars and eight nine cents. What is your payment method cash, check or credit card please, ma’am?”

“Credit card…” Reed swished the card as the machine thought.

OT reached and scooped up a new shirt as I turned and frowned to him. “OT, let’s place the shirt back onto the table. These are girly clothes.”

“Girls,” he pitched the shirt down over the dirty floor with a sneer.

I swoop down, refolded, and replaced it on top of the clothing counter with a sour frown, turning to cuddle OT with a smile and then realized Reedy had escaped. “Reedy? Please come back to me.”

Reedy shouted in the far distance. “No.”

The cashier frowned. “Ma’am, there is a problem. Your credit card is declined. Do you have another one that you want to swish into the machine?”

Reed gasped with a nod. “O. I forget to pay the monthly amount,” she looked down and scratched inside her purse and lifted and presented a new plastic card, swishing that card, waiting on the machine.

The cashier frowned. “Ma’am, this one has an issue also. Your credit is denied.”

I turned and peeked over her shoulder with a confused brow. “What’s wrong?”

Reed exhaled with a puff of frustration, surveying the plastic card with a sad pout. “I’m over my limit. I forgot to pay the monthly balance.”

I turned to the sound behind my butthole with a stern face. “OT, please come here. Reedy, both ya’ll come back here to me, please, sirs,” I dashed ahead, running after the pair of mischievous four year old boys.

Reed swished another plastic card with a smile and a nod, watching the cash machine. “Let’s try this one.”

The cashier stared and frowned down at the cash register. “Sorry, ma’am, that one is denied as well.”

Reed exhaled, “Poo. I know I’ll call my bank and get the limit upped.”

I held two different pair of tiny and dirty hands, moving and stopped, standing behind her back spine with a fake smile. “Let’s go, Reed. The boys are hungry for food.”

Reed scratched down inside the designer purse for another plastic card, “Just a sec…”

I released the tiny hand of OT, since he would obey my voice, reaching down into a pocket and lifted out, reaching over and swished my personal credit card through the payment machine, before OT tore the store apart, then I would be paying for all personal damages. “There, a gift. Please wrap the clothes. Let’s go, boys. We head outside for a yummy pretzel.”

Reedy jerked his hand from Nadean and turned away from her, running ahead with a yell and a smile, leaving the retail shop, “Yay.”

OT turned away from Nadean too and followed behind the butthole of Reedy with a yell and a smile too, leaving the retail shop, “Yeehaw.”

I turned away from Reed and chased after the two tiny buttholes with a sour frown.

 

 

3:34 p.m.

Dee Dee’s Hamburgers restaurant

Ordering counter setting

Hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

At the food order counter, Reed stood behind, patting a head of black on the skull of her son, saying with a smile and a nod to the nice cashier. “My son Reedy would like three hamburgers, two fries, an apple pie, and a large soda.”

The cashier nodded with a fake smile to the four year old Reedy, “Three hamburgers? You mean that you want to order three children sized hamburgers?”

Reed shook her curls, patting the skull of her son with a smile. “No. My son Reedy can eat three adult hamburgers. I want two orders of French fries, two apple pies, and a large soda.”

OT stood between Nadean and Reed, turning with a smile to see the chin of Nadean. “I want three hamburgers, two fries, two apple pies, and a large soda, toot.”

I squatted and said with a whisper and a fake smile into his dirty cheekbone, “OT. We shall wait for Miss Reedy to finish her lunch order. Then you may order the food, okay?” He nodded in silence, standing beside Nadean.

Reed turned and smiled to Nadean, lifting the plastic credit card. “I got this. Good ahead and order, OT?”

I smiled at the cashier, patting the silver locks of my son. “Please give him one hamburger.”

OT stomped a cowboy boot and said with a sour frown to the cashier. “Three burgers like Reedy. We eat the same thing,” he turned and growled to his neighbor friend, “Right, Reedy?”

“Grrr,” Reedy turned and growled with a laugh to OT.

“Grrr,” OT growled with a laugh at Reedy.

I squatted again, whispering with a fake smile into his dirty cheekbone, “OT, do you promise to eat all three hamburgers if I order them?”

OT nodded with a smile at Reedy, “Yeah, ma’am.”

Reed turned and looked down with a smile to see the hair roots of Nadean. “What’s your food order, Nadean?”

I shook my curls, saying into the dirty cheekbone of OT. “I’ll take a bite from one of OT’s three burgers.”

OT stomped both cowboy boots and shook his curls, since Nadean did not have time to cut his silvery girly locks around his shoulders. “Naw, Mama.”

I whispered into his dirty cheekbone for a third time with a fake smile, “OT, are we not taught to share with other folks like Brother Jesus did when he was a young man, too?”

OT softly said, “Yeah, Mama.”

I whispered. “I’ll like for you to share with me. Is that okay like Brother Jesus does?”

OT spun around with a smile, hugging his mother, pulling back with a smile and a nod. “Yeah, Mama, I wanna share with you, but only you.”

“And I only wanna share with you, but only with OT,” I stood with a smile to the nice clerk. “I would like to replace his order of flavored soda with three pints of milk, please.”

Reed turned and winked at the nose profile of Nadean. “Get him a milkshake?”

I shook my curls. “Too much…s.u.g.a.r…”

Reedy turned and frowned at OT. “That spells sugar.”

I smirked down at the dirty hair roots of Reedy. “You’re very smart, Reedy.”

Reddy punched on OT with a giggle and a grin. “She spells that word all the time.”

OT looked up with a smile to see Nadean. “I wanna milkshake, too, Mama.”

Reed turned and smiled with a nod at the cashier. “Give Reedy a milkshake and a large soda too. I would like to order a garden salad, a cup of dressing, an apple pie, and a large soda, also.”

The cashier smiled at Reed. “Does that complete your order, ma’am?”

OT pulled on the arm of Nadean with a smile. “Pick me a booth, Mama. Don’t like the chairs. Let’s go, Mama. Pick me a booth, please.”

I turned and smiled at the nose profile of Reed, “Alright, sweetheart. Reedy, OT is picking out a booth.”

“No,” Reedy turned and run away from his mother and Nadean, dashing toward one of the food booths. OT turned away from Nadean and chased after Reedy with a yell and a giggle.

I turned and stared at the buttholes of the boys. “I got them covered. Can you tote the food tray?”

She pulled out and searched the inside of her personal wallet with a stern face. “Yeah, I’ll bring the food tray.”

I moved ahead and dashing to the same food booth, stopping and standing over the clean table surface. Reedy had crawled inside the food booth, tearing off the paper and sucking on the drink straws. I turned and stared at the cashier and cash register. Reed held a plastic card in the air, moving her lips. I frowned with worry, “Uh, ho.” I turned and looked down with a fake smile to see the hair roots of OT. “OT, you are in charge of the space mission. Reedy is the co-captain. Your mission is to not step out and onto the hot volcanic ash on the floor, okay, honey?”

Reedy turned and frowned down at the floor with a confused brow. “What hot ash?”

OT giggled with a grin, tearing and sucking on more drink straws for fun. “Make believe, the floor’s red hot, Reedy. We gotta wait here inside the pretend space ship, the booth for Mama to go and get and bring back the grub.”

Reedy stared down at the floor. “O.”

I swung around, slowly marching back to Reed and the cashier, stopping and stood at the nose profile of Reed and sideways to the ordering counter. Reed turned and frowned at Nadean. “My credit card limit has maxed out.”

I turned back with a worried brow to stare at the boys, who were still waiting inside the food booth for the tray of food. “Pay cash.”

She looked down inside her personal wallet with a sour frown. “Nada, I’m poor until the child support check comes next month.”

I turned and frowned down at her hair roots. “Child support is for…” I exhaled with a nod. “Yeah, it comes next month. Well, this is my treat today,” I reached inside my purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, swinging it into the face of the cashier with a fake smile.

The cashier turned and frowned at Nadean. “The total is fifty six dollars and eight two cents, ma’am.”

I exhaled with a puff of annoyance, reaching down and pulled out a set of three individual twenty dollar bills, handing the money to the nice and frustrated cashier. She provided back change to Nadean. I accepted and dumped the coin back down into the handbag.

Reed and I lifted and carried two trays each, turning and moved to the selected food booth, finding the boys gone. They had slipped out and ran inside the outside playground area with a high fence without adult permission.

Reed moved with Nadean, looking down at the object with a confused brow. “How can you afford all the great designer purses and clothes, Nadean? Did the bastard ex-hubby paid for it all, too?”

I was taught never ask a female about her age, her weight, or her money, not her designer. I smiled with a giggle. “Yeah, the bastard ex-hubby had really good taste.”

The door automatically slid open for each guest.

 

 

3:38 p.m.

Playground sand and equipment setting

 

 

Reed led into the pretty blue and clear sky of Miami, stopping and stood in front of an empty and dirty outside table with a set of four chairs, placing the food tray on the table and scooted inside with a puzzled brow. She ripped out the paper from each food item. “Your handbag and your sandals are high designer quality. Who was your bastard ex-hubby, Nadean?”

I ate the hamburger, chewing on the side of my mouth, “Just a working stiff at one of the local banks.”

She ate the salad and swallowed, “Which bank?”

“Third National Bank of Florida.”

She smiled. “I didn’t realize bankers make lots of money.”

“He was an investment banker. They have access to wealthy people’s money making investments for the bank and the rich people. When the investment pays off then they’re nicely rewarded. Winfred always loved money,” chews.

She nodded with a grin and a wink. “I need to find me a banker.” Reed ate the salad, chewing.

I giggled. “That you do.”

Reed turned and swallowed the food, yelling at her son. “Reedy, stop playing in the sands and come and eat. You haven’t touched any of your food.”

I turned with a gasp and cringed in defeat, seeing the sand grains over the boys. Then the two dirty and sandy boys would sit inside the old but clean van of Nadean.

Reed exhaled. “They’re getting absolutely filthy. We shouldn’t come to this Dee Dee’s. Your van’s going to get extremely nasty, Nadean,” she turned and ate, chewing the food with a nod in silence.

I turned and faked a smile at the hamburger meal. “That’s why Almighty God invented car washes, Reed,” I ate and chewed, turning to watch the boys.

Reedy played inside the sand box. OT turned and dashed back to the food table with a grin and a giggle, stopping and stood next to his mom Nadean, reaching out and grabbing, cramming half the hamburger and chewed. He stepped backward from the table and turned running back to the large playground slide, climbing up the ladder and chewing on the food, stopping on the top ream, standing and swallowed the food. He slid down the slide, tossing both arms with a smile and a yell of fun, landing on both feet and rolled over the sands for fun, standing upright and wiped off the extra sand that didn’t stick to his dirty clothes. He dashed ahead with a grin and a giggle to his mom Nadean and the food table, stopping and stood, grabbing and finished the second hamburger.

Reedy leaned down and stood upright, pitching the sand into the air with a smile. “Don’t wanna eat.”

I turned and cringed at the entire uneaten food meal of fifty six dollars and eight two cents that was my hard working monies.

Reed turned and swallowed the food, saying with a smile, “Reedy has the sniffles tossing off a cold from last week. That’s probably why he doesn’t want to eat right now.”

I frowned down at the uneaten food items. “That’s good to know.” OT back stepped from the table, turning and ran back to the playground equipment, chewing the food, swinging on the monkey bars for fun.

Reedy stopped playing and bent down at the waistline, opening a mouth, vomiting green puke over the sand.

“O my gawd.” Reed turned with a gasp, scooting out from the booth, standing and swung around and dashed to her child and the vomit inside the sand box.

I gagged on my spit. The sight and sound of vomit made me wanna puke up my food. I faced the busy roadway, concentrating on the flying cars. There was a red then a green and then a blue one.

OT ran from Reedy, the vomit, and the playground equipment, stopping and stood, sliding into the booth with a grin and a giggle. “Mama, Reedy gots sick. He…” sounded like his uncles Vester and Vassar, the loving twin brothers of Nadean.

I turned and leaned down, hugging and tickled his tummy with a finger and a giggle of love, “Yay, really cool, right, OT?”

He giggled with a grin. “Yay, Mama, really cool, but I don’t wanna do that. Don’t wanna be sick.”

I hugged and stroked his hair like mine with a smile. “Me, either, honey. Let’s finish your French fries before we go home. Once, you wash up at home. Then we’ll hit the swimming pool for some superman laps, how’s that, super boy?”

He giggled with a grin, reaching for the food, “Yay.” OT gobbled down all the food.

I finished the beverage.

Reed and Reedy stood tighter inside the hot sands, turning and slowly moved to the food table. She sneered at the food. “We’re leaving. Reedy needs a nap…”

“…and a bathe,” I giggled down at the food from her son’s sick performance.

Reed turned and sneered down at the hair roots of Nadean. “Did you say something, Nadean?”

I dropped the beverage until the dirty table, pointing at the unwrapped food with a fake smile. “Are you taking the Dee Dee’s food? He can…”

“He cannot.” Reed patted on his skull, shaking her curls with a sour frown. “The food has flu germs over the meat. Reedy can’t consume that seriously contaminated unwrapped food. He’ll continue to be sick. Don’t you know anything about germs and bacteria, Nadean? I do, since I am a nurse at the same hospital with you.” She side stepped from the booth and the door, turning and entered the air conditioned room of the restaurant, patting on the skull of Reedy with a worried brow. “We’ll meet you inside the van. Is it locked?”

“No.” I exhaled with a puff of annoyance inside the seat, scooting from the booth, leaning down and cleaned up the dirty table and tossed away all the unwrapped food with a whisper. “Only that germs and bacteria sticks to the ass, as well.”

 

 

4:01p.m.

Van ride of Nadean north US Highway One

(18 miles south of Coral Gables)

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

OT and Reed were buckled into the rear bench, seating a set of safely belts for safety.

“Bull’s eye, Mama! Reedy hit the side of the door handle with the green vomit. Why’s vomit green, Mama?” OT giggled with a grin, kicking the car seat behind the back spine of his mom Nadean.

“Ugh!” I pressed the gasoline pedal with a grunt and a sour frown, driving faster toward my home in Coral Gables.

Reed looked down with a sour frown to see her non-manicured hands. “I’m so sorry, Nadean.”

I drove with a stern face. “I’ll go to the car wash, today.”

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:42 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a left ankle slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body. My mental mind continued to daydream away the clicking time and the physical pain, concentrating and reliving another specific moment of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Thirty four year old Nadean and four year old son OT

 

 

Saturday September 21st

5:05 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

House of Reed Stinger and four year old son Reedy

Driveway setting

Hot temperatures and parted clouds of bright sunrays

 

 

I pressed the window on the driver’s seat with a right hand instead of a left hand, watching my son OT drop from the van floor and then disappear into the open space of her garage.

Reed did not offer to drive her son and her friends around to the different retails stores within Miami, sitting inside her newly purchased expensive foreign car, but Reed did allow Nadean to act as the chauffer inside the old van for her and her son Reedy during the day long shopping spree.

Nadean had stopped and parked her old van that came from the recent divorce outside the pretty home of Reed, coming from an entire day of clothes shopping and babysitting the two four year old brats.

Reed always insisted that the dirty shoes travel through the unlocked garage door, not the front door of clean and roped off Florida room setting of her house. I did not complain but completely understood. Reed kept her house spotless with her little monster by roping off with an array of cords all the delicate rooms within her house from dirt and damage.

I did not.

OT had complete run of the house, even the master bedroom of his mother, except after eight pm in the evening. I needed my privacy and OT needed to sleep. I was smart enough, employing a fantastic team of mother-daughter to clean my nasty-ass house, twice per week.

The van door opened.

I slid out from the driver’s door, standing and reached over, slamming the passenger door from OT with a shoe toe and a yell. “No pool, OT. Do not get wet. Stay away from the water, sweetheart.” I grabbed and did not tote one of the three decorative shopping bags of the newly purchased merchandise for my friend Reed in a left hand, hearing my son.

“Okay, Mama.” OT yelled in a tiny alto voice somewhere between the garage door and kitchen space, disappearing further into the house of Reed.

I turned and tripped over the low step, moving into the open garage of her house, every dang time.

Reed stood in the rear of the van with a sour frown and a yell, holding a set of clothing bags in each cupped hand. “Nadean, are you going to assist me with all the extra bags of my clothing and the boxes of my shoes.” She back stepped from the rear of the van, turning and moving through the garage space, toting numerous bags of new designer clothes and new boxes of designer shoes.

I led into the kitchen space with a smile, holding up my bandaged wrist.

Reed pulled up beside Nadean, nodding with a skull to the bandaged arm with a puzzled brow. “I saw that. I wanted to ask. What happened to your wrist?”

I giggled with a grin, lifting my homemade wrapped wrist bone into the air, carrying two bags fashion clothes in the other hand. “I was attacked by termites from an infected flowering plant and then tripped and fell inside my own garage. My wrist bone hit a protruded nail from one of the built-in work station around the wall of the garage,” I turned and stared down at the dirty wrapped wound, not bleeding with a set of red blood proteins.

She turned and frowned at the wrapped wrist bone on Nadean. “O my gawd, you could have bleed out and died all alone inside your garage. Did you go to the emergency room at the hospital where you work for treatment?”

I shook my curls with a smile and a nod. “Drown it in hundred percent alcohol and then wrapped it good. One of the physicians inside my office examined it for me, since he is a nice man. He said that I’m fine. The wound will close completely but might leave a scar, since the skin tissue over the wrist is very thin.”

Reed frowned. “If someone sees that white thing double over and wrapped around your wrist bone, a person might think you to be suicidal or something mentally sick. You should cover it up from an eye sight, Nadean.”

 

 

Master bedroom setting

 

 

“Naw,” I turned and followed her wiggling ass through the garage, swinging to the right, strolling through a dirty kitchen with piles of dirty dishes, down a well-lighted clean hallway, and stopped, standing inside the archway of a master bedroom in colors of pink and maroon. Reed directed with a head nod toward the pink and maroon colored bedcovers in silence, parking the two bags of newly purchased clothing, but I knew the Saturday evening routine. I moved ahead and turned, stopping and stood on the opposite side of the large king-sized bedroom mattress, dumping the two bags over the girly ruffles of pink and maroon with a sour frown.

Reed and I had become gal-pals after Winfred had dumped my ass, before the black ink dried on the unfiled divorce papers about six weeks ago. I needed someone to vent my frustration and my worries besides a licensed State of Florida psychologist named Dr. Quack.

Reed had nicely obliged, as long as, Nadean continued to drive Reed and Reed’s son to the Miami Shopping Mall, so Reed could shop with her credit cards, and Nadean could watch their sons for free of charge.

OT and Reed were the same chronological age, attending a different elementary school but enjoyed playtime together at Reed’s house. Her house was similar in architectural layout like Nadean’s with a set of four bedrooms, a set of four bathrooms, and a swimming pool but the yard was smaller with less trouble from two rambunctious cowboys. Both grass and water were premium commodities within South Florida.

People actually murdered each other over a large grassy back yard.

Reed tossed the lid from the box over to the side on the bed covers and fiddled with a pair of new shoes, “Two words, child abuse.”

I opened the lid of the new box of shoes, seeing the smooth shiny black leather and size nine with a sour frown. I wore a size nine shoe, realizing that Reed and I were the same height and almost equal weight. I had lost a few pounds from divorce stress with Winfred and my new status alone. I had hoped beyond hope that my marriage would not end, but it ended epic and nasty. I lifted the shoe into the air from its box.

Reed looked up with a sour frown to see the invasion of the new shoes. “Don’t bruise, Gucci.”

I slapped it back down into the box, seeing the retail price tag of two hundred and thirty dollars, but thrifty Reed had purchased the new box of designer shoes for eighty dollars.

Once upon a time, I owned a full wardrobe closet of designer clothes, shoes, and purses from my Aunt Collie, all of her hand-me-downs to her niece. I had sold it all for money to pay my rent and my food in Birmingham, during my college days.

And I remembered, paying for these particular designer shoes, today, because Reed had forgotten her bank credit card for the fourth weekend in a row.

I stared down with a sour frown at the bleached blonde tinted color with a set of original black colored roots on Reed. “I am confused. So there is a child abuse charge against me. Winfred is claiming child abuse on OT.”

Reed wore and modeled the new designer jacket with a smile, twirling around in front of the full length wall mirror. “OT has blue bruises.” She nodded with a smile at the mirror, removing the jacket, placing on the bed that was full of designer clothes.

I leaned against the bed, folding both arms with a sour frown. “OT has bug bites from the big fat flying Florida mosquitoes. Dang, the bugs grow big here in Florida. He’s a big little boy that climbs, jumps, leaps, soars, falls, and wrecks my house,” giggling.

Reed lifted and examined the new designer skirt, part of the business suit. “Winfred wants a fight with you, darling.” Nadean reached over and touched the soft fabric of the blouse. Reed saw the hand movement from Nadean and sneered at the silver tinted natural hair roots. “Don’t soil, Dior.”

I pulled back a hand with a fake smile, examining the item. The blouse was a size four. I wore a size-four, too. I said with a sour frown at the blouse. “He will get a fight. He didn’t bother fighting for OT before the divorce decree was filed six weeks. Now, I am newly divorced for six weeks and Winfred wants OT. Dang,” I turned and frowned, seeing her bloated closet that was filled with thousands of designer clothes. Okay, I exaggerate. The closet was filled with hundreds of designer clothes. I exhaled. “Reed, why do you buy all these expensive designer clothes and then don’t wear them?”

“Winfred has financial backing for this legal fight trial.” Reed looked up with a smile to see the nose profile of Nadean, turning with a smile to see the rack of hanging dresses with a giggle. “I like to shop for them more than I like to wear them.”

I turned and frowned at her nose profile. “That doesn’t make any sense, Reed. Don’t you wear the outfits to your professional work office? Why does Winfred need financial backing for a legal fight over OT? I’m OT’s Mama, one. I’m not a business corporation, two. I’m an individual with lots of legal connections, three. I’m a lawyer, four. Who is the financial backing for Winfred?” I reached and lifted the newly purchased Prado suit. If I paired with her new yellow silk blouse with the black business suit, then I would look extremely hot, going into my law firm for my consulting job on Monday afternoon.

Reed tossed the lid and fiddled with a new pair of designer shoes, “His new and current girlfriend does. I’m a nurse at the same hospital, where you work. I don’t wear fancy clothes on the nursing floor. Don’t you remember anything from yesterday, sugar? Are you losing your mental capacity for thinking, Nadean? A divorce is very stressful on the mind and the body, of course.”

“Current whore-mama,” I giggled with a grin. “Reed, can I…?”

“Don’t breath on Prado, Nadean.” Reed sneered at the hand movement of Nadean.

I rolled my eyeballs, dropping the clothes back down onto the bedcovers.

Reed turned and walked around the carpet in a pair of new designer shoes with a smile. “His current girlfriend and future wife, she and her former husband have finally settled her divorce case in a court of law. She won almost everything single point. The child…”

“The house?” I frowned at Reed.

Reed removed the shoes and placed them back inside the box, closing the lid with a smile. “No. She received some of the furniture inside her shared house.”

“The art collection?” I frowned.

Reed reached and lifted a new box, tossing the lid, examining a new pair of designer shoe with a smile. “No. She received all the nice stoneware from the kitchen.”

“The speed boat?” I frowned.

Reed looked up with a confused brow to see Nadean, “Winfred has a speed boat.”

I pouted. “O. Winfred took his speed boat, his sports car, and his furniture. How silly of me to forget. I came home from work in the afternoon, finding all our shared and purchased and paid off furniture gone from my mini-mansion.”

Reed frowned. “Mini-mansion, your house is called a mini-mansion. Why didn’t you take that speed boat and resell it for some big money, honey?”

I smiled. “That bitch-realtor nicely called my house a mini-mansion while she un-nicely tried to steal and sell it. Winfred and her eyeballs only saw signs of large dollar marks. And it is Winfred’s speed boat. He paid for it. He used it. He wanted it. He got it in the divorce deal that went rightly my way.”

Reed closed the lips on the new pair of shoes with a smile, “No. Sevilla got the old model van from her divorce settlement, too.”

“So how did she win almost everything?” I frowned.

“She got half of the bank account money, honey. In Florida assets pluses liabilities equal fifty percent.” Reed grabbed the three boxes of designer shoes and shuffled them into the wall corner, resting them on top of a stack of newly purchased designer shoes boxes from last week, shopping with Nadean on Saturday morning.

I shook my curls with a smile. “I don’t think that is a proper accounting equation which filed by the GAAP.”

Reed frowned at Nadean. “What?”

“GAAP, the term means general accepted accounting principals. I’m a CPA, a certified public accountant with money knowledge.”

She smiled. “Any newly divorce ex-married couple by Florida law split assets and liabilities at fifty-fifty percent.”

“Know that.”

She smiled, “So Sevilla got half of her and his money, real cash money, not monopoly paper money, either, coming from their once shared and loaded retirement account. And it is cash dollars, too. The cash is Winfred’s new financial backing for a fight within a new court trial over his son OT.”

I frowned, “I be damned.”

She gasped. “You be damned. Don’t you have financial backing, a sugar-daddy in the South? You go up to Birmingham, Alabama all the time and OT comes back with tons of new clothes and new toys, to boot. Why would that be, Nadean?” Reed nodded with a smirk.

I frowned. “A sugar-daddy is available to a sweet girl, anywhere in the world, Reed. But I have an ace up my sleeveless summer last year’s fashion sun dress.”

Reed smiled, “Who is the male?”

I smiled. “The answer is what, not who.”

She frowned, “A what?” Reed was the next door neighbor, the good friend, and a lady ally from southern Georgia that helped support the mental stress that Nadean was currently experiencing with a new divorce.

I winked with a smile. “Can you keep a secret, girlfriend?”

She nodded with a giggle. “Yeah, of course, I’m the keeper of the secret vault.”

I smiled with a nod. “I was stashing and cashing a set of real dollar bill monies during my marriage to Winfuck.”

She parted her lips with a gasp. “You get wind of the divorced from whom, Nadean?”

I shook my curls with a sour frown, “Naw, I possess and possessed a secret bank account that was filled with my cash money away from Winfred’s eyeballs and nose holes that came from my modeling and my lawyering jobs.”

She dropped open a mouth with a gasp. “That’s illegal, Nadean. The IRS will arrest your fanny for tax evasion, girlfriend. Then poor OT will live with Winfred. You will never see his little smiling face ever again, Nadean.”

I frowned. “Naw, the bank account is housed inside a legitimate bank that is located inside our employer the hospital. Don’t you use the hospital bank and banking services, too?”

Reed frowned. “No, I don’t. And I don’t understand, darling.”

I smiled. “Money comes to me. Then, me places the money inside me bank account, without him knowing about the monies. I got a bundle of cash, earning sky high percentage points of money interest. Of course, I do declare it all on my US Federal income taxes as a set of earned income, just to be legal.”

Her son Reedy appeared inside the archway of the master bedroom, dripping water all over the floor and the carpet with a worried brow, “Mama, I fall in the swimming hole,” he lifted and rubbed the kneecap with a worried brow. “Blood, I be dying, hurry me to the hospital, Mama.”

I turned and shuffled around Reedy with a smile and a giggle, collecting OT and leaving the house of Reed for the evening.

 

 

Friday September 28th

7:46 a.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Nadean and four years old son OT

Driveway setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

The van door opened that was parked outside the house of Nadean.

I stared at the van through the clean window inside my driveway, sliding sideways and opened the front door with a hand wave and a smile at my new house guests, “Hey, Vester and Vassar.”

Vester smiled, helping their elderly mother up the front steps and into the house, “Hey, Sis.”

“Howdy, darling,” Vassar smiled and assisted their elderly dad up the front steps, following behind Vester. Vassar glided Urall to the bathroom and turned around, heading to the kitchen for beverages of the heated day of Miami for his parents.

I stood to the side of the open archway, seeing my family member “Hi, Mama and Daddy,” then I saw a strange face. “You are?”

Jadean moved ahead of Vester and Vassar, strolling around the house with a sour frown. “Your cousin, he be your seventh cousin.”

Dorcee entered behind the back spine of Vester, moving around each room, snooping around each room with a sour frown in silence.

Seventh cousin was a short, bald, fat, and pale middle aged male, saying with a nod and a smile to Nadean, entering the house behind Vester, “Hey, I’m a civil lawyer.”

I pivoted with rolled eyeballs and worded in silence: seventh cousin. “Come on in.” I closed the door and tossed both arms into the air, following behind the back spines of my family members, moving further into the Florida room.

The Alabama hillbillies entered the house and scattered to the refrigerator and the bathroom.

“Where’s OT?” Jadean scooted around the living room with a sour frown and stopped at the non-movable first object, a table. This was her first visit to the home of Nadean and the State of Florida.

“Sweet tea inside the refrigerator, Dorcee,” I stopped and stood between the air space of the dining room and the Florida room, staring at my kin folks. “School, this is Thursday.” Vassar returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cold orange juice for Urall and Vester. Vester returned from the bathroom, stopping and stood next to Nadean, accepting a tumbler of cold orange juice, watching seventh cousin and the other family members.

“Will we see him this afternoon before Sims takes OT?” Jadean moved ahead, stopping and standing in front of the built-in book shelves, grabbing each object and examined it.

“Sims takes him? Yes, I will take him from the school and bring him here to the home. That’s clever, Mama.” I turned and smiled at Vester.

Jadean picked up every movable item inside the book shelf with a sour frown. “Nadean, you be very cautious here. This be a bad hearing brought by Sims against your mothering skills.”

 

 

Florida room setting

 

 

I exhaled with a smile. “My mothering skills are perfect, since I got OT to say ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘no ma’am’ and direct pee into the round water toilet,” laughing with Vester and Vassar. My brothers were the other two pissing males within my family. I reached over and popped the bicep of Vester, making him spill the orange juice.

Jadean picked up another item from the book shelf with a sour frown. “Nadean, you be joking like this. You be losing custody of OT, then what? What will you do? Where will you go?”

“OT ain’t lost. And I will not lose OT, Mama. And I ain’t going nowhere but to pee before we have to drive all the way downtown in Miami, Florida to visit the US Federal courthouse. Everyone should pee before we land inside a dirty courthouse building used by them shitty ass crim-animals.”

Jadean dropped the object with a sneer, lifting a new object to examine. “You’ be the mostest ill-mannered maiden in the land of cotton, Nadean.”

I bumped into Vester and strolled forward in a pair of old heels with a smile and a hum toward the bathroom. “Wish I were in the land of cotton, good times there are not forgotten Look away, look away, look away,” dropping my voice, “…Dixieland.”

Vester and Vassar spat up the juice with Urall. Jadean frowned and examined the new object.

Dorcee continued to bang open all wooden cabinets inside the kitchen, snooping.

I exited into the bathroom and slammed the door, pissing.

Five minutes later, I entered the room, moving through the room, scooting around Dorcee with a smile.

Dorcee stood and twirled her fatness in the middle of the floor with a smile. “Your house be real grand, Nadean. Ya got four great big bedrooms, each with a bathroom. Ya gots these one, two, three big rooms, looking like a living room with a kitchen, and a swimming pool, too.”

I stopped and stood beside Vester again. “Did you bring your swimming trunks for the cement pool? The day’s going to be in the eighty degrees, the pool nice and warm.”

Vassar nodded with a smile. “I did.”

I smiled. “Good, go for it, bro.”

Vester turned and frowned at his brother. “Your skin will tint a light shade of crimson within this heated weather, Vassar.”

Vassar moved and stopped, staring down at the window with the swimming pool with a smile. “I will be very cautious indeed.”

“I got number ninety nine percent sunscreen protection for my pinky-pink brother, Vester,” I turned and smiled at Vester.

Dorcee stopped twirling and pointed to the walls with a confused brow, “The design of the three rooms look really funky, Nadean. What be the name of the room?”

I smiled. “Where are my southern manners?” I tapped into the empty dining room space, stopping and touched the tiny four-seated tall table with a smile and a nod. “This is a called the dining room which usually can hold a formal dining table of twelve chairs. Winfred took…”

“Stole.” Vester frowned.

“…received, a legal term, bro,” I moved and stopped inside the Florida room with the television and a new sofa, smiling at Vester. “This space is clearly the living space. You will note that I use the term space, not room, since the three spaces make up one big really ass-weird room.”

Jadean scooted along the wall and stopped at the new table, picking up a new item with a sour frown. “I hope ya not talk like that in court, Nadean, such ugly language from a lady.”

I winked at Vester. “You should’ve lived with Winfred for seven years. It was the common language. I recalled you approved of Winfred’s Yankee ways, Mama.”

“When ya coming back home to Bama, Nadean?” Urall sat on top of the new long sofa with seventh cousin, watching the new television devise, since Winfred took all the electronic devices, too.

Jadean picked up the object with a sour frown. “I not approved of Sims or his Yankee family.”

I smiled at the rear skull of Urall, “Someday, Daddy. OT is a Sims, Mama. Please remember that, because I will be repeating that phrase foreverly. And I’m kinda half a Sims, sorta like me being half an Italian countess and half an English lady.”

Urall sat and stared at the live television program. “When ya changing your name back to Garland, Nadean?”

Dorcee turned and strolled around the room with a sneer. “Ya ain’t no lady, Nadean.”

I smiled at the rear skull of Urall, again, “Someday, Daddy,” then I turned and sneered at the big ass of Dorcee. “A whore would know that shared information.” Vester and Vassar laughed.

Jadean dropped the object with a frown, “Enough, girls. This day be very serious for OT. He be losing his home and his family.”

I shook my curls, “Naw.”

Seventh cousin patted the wet lips with the paper napkin from the cool beverage, turning with a smile to see the nose profile of Nadean. “May I see the domestic charges in your lawsuit, Nadean?”

I swung a distorted face to see my unknown cousin, “No, seventh cousin! Did my mama happen to mention in her doggie begging that I’m a licensed attorney, too?”

Jadean picked up a new item with a sour frown. “We all know you don’t practice your lawyering skill like that, Nadean.”

“You have a bar license inside the State of Alabama,” the seventh cousin held the tumbler in a hand with a confused brow.

I turned and winked at Vester, “Alabama, Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia, and Florida,” then I turned and smiled at seventh cousin.

Seventh cousin parted his lips, “You possess five attorney licenses from five different states.”

I grinned with a giggle, “Yo, babe.”

 

 

10:10 a.m.

City of downtown Miami

Miami-Dade courthouse

Family Court session

Courtroom setting of Nadean versus Winfred

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

After parking two separate cars inside the expensively downtown Miami garage, I scooted out the lead car and led my family unit, without seventh cousin, into the court room.

The family unit sat behind wooden railing on the side of the defendant table.

Winfred had served the family court lawsuit papers at the professional work place of Nadean inside the hospital. I was extremely mortified when the police officer stopped and stood in person and in silence inside my work office and then I had to file all the lawyering paperwork at the courthouse.

I was my own lawyer, defending the contempt claim with the bonus opportunity of questioning the son of the bastard, myself. I pulled out a paper note pad and an ink pen, placing the objects in the center of my blouse, cupping both hands over the paper, trying hard to look like a cool lawyer with a thousand and one fluttering butterflies inside a nervous stomach. I turned and stared at the nose profile of Winfred. He was sitting his lawyer Andrew Datello and his second wife Sevilla Sims.

I presented a stern face, nervously tapping both spiked heels on top of the wooden floor underneath the table with my first solo legal case as a licensed lawyer. I was a consultant lawyer with the prestigious Prensess and Prensess Law Firm within Miami, correcting misused and abused legal contracts with the proper words in the foreign languages of Spanish and French for a flat monetary fee without a court of law and a judge.

The side door opened.

The bailiff moved inside the courtroom and stopped, standing in the middle of the court square with a stern face, facing the court galley. “Please stand for the judge.”

I stood with the rest of the peopled inside the court room.

The judge entered the court room and turned, marching up the steps, sitting inside a familiar judge’s bench, slamming the gravel for the start of the new legal case in silence and faced the court gallery.

The court gallery sat down.

The bailiff stood in place, lifting and read the clip board with a stern face. “I call before the judge, case number 3682, Winfred Tanner Sims versus Nadean Orion Garland Sims.”

The judge looked up with a smile to see the court gallery and the lawyers. “Good morning. I will take a few minutes to quickly explain that this is not a preliminary hearing, leading into a twelve jury court of law trial. This is family court. Mom and Dad are divorced. We are here today to discuss your child,” he looked down and read the file, looking up to see Nadean with a smile. “Your biological child is named Orion Tanner Sims. Hmm, I can see that the child possesses both of your Christian names, just like he possesses both of your biological DNA strands. That does make me feel better knowing at one time both Mom and Dad shared a love with each other for their son. Now, I expect a clean cat fight here inside my courtroom. I might be a family judge, but I judge rights with an empty jail cell behind my bench. And I will not hesitate to order a contempt charge on either lawyer. That means for the lawyer’s client both of you get to share a small cramped jail cell. Do you understand? Good. This hearing by me is to determine the best interest of young Mr. Sims. Please identify your persons for me. Let us start with the defendant table.”

Datello stood from the chair with a sour frown to the judge, “Your Honor, if I pleases the court, may I remind the court that the plaintiff always goes first within every court proceeding?”

The judge smiled at Nadean. “Andrew, you are not as pretty as the defendant. Who are you, my dear?”

I stood with a smile, flirting and flaunting with my southern belle performance, “Hi, ya’ll! “I’m Nadean Sims, mama of OT or Orion Tanner, sir.”

The judge smiled. “I love your accent, Ms. Sims. Are you a southern belle?”

I giggled with a southern twang, “Yes sir, I’m from Alabama, but I just love South Florida, the warm weather, the hot climate, and the lush pretty flowers,” sitting with a nod.

Datello wiggled inside the chair with a stern face and a serious tone. “Your Honor, our matter for the day, you have stated to me that your time is very limited.”

The judge nodded with a smile. “Welcome to my courtroom, Ms. Sims.” He turned and stared with a stern face at the other lawyer. “Mr. Datello, please present your first witness for the day.”

Datello stood with a smile and a nod to the judge. “My first witness is Mrs. Urall Garland from Brier, Alabama.”

I stood with a fake frown. “What the fuck?” I acted really surprised, knowing that my mom was testifying against me in a court of law.

Vester and Vassar had volunteered to drive their parents from the farm town of Brier to the metro city of Miami as Jadean spilled out all her inner guts on the long sixteen hour car ride. So, Vassar memorized her every word. Then, Vester stopped the car for gasoline.

Thus, Vassar called Nadean on the local pay phone, relaying all the juicy criminal information to her for the upcoming family court trial at work.

Since Vester and Vassar knew how to illegal wire tap into a pay telephone, without dropping coinage into the slot as a pair of twin geniuses with 180-plus IQs.

And then the entire family bear clan of Garlands was spending the night over the empty floor of Nadean’s house tonight for the long drive back home to Alabama on Monday morning, before OT dashed off to elementary school.

Datello turned and pointed with a smirk at Nadean. “Your Honor, my client doesn’t wish to hear such rude obnoxiously vicious psychotic behavior from the biological mother of his only child.”

The judge frowned. “That’s mild. I hear it all the time inside this courtroom. Please call your first witness, Mr. Datello.”

Jadean stood from the chair and moved from the court galley, standing in front of a set of swing doors.

I turned and moved, escorting my mother Jadean from the swing doors into the witness box, since she was nervous, griping the old purse with all fingers turning white. She sat inside the witness box with a stern face. I smiled and rapped a fist onto the wooden railing, “Everything’s okay, Mama. Just answer all the questions.” I turned and moved back, sitting at the defendant table with a stern face, since I was very prepared for this shitty moment as a real true smartass lawyer.

“Okay.” Jadean looked at Nadean without a smile and a nod of nervousness.

The judge leaned over with a smile to see the nose profile of Jadean. “Who are you, ma’am?”

I exhaled. “Please tell the judge your name.”

Jadean looked up with a smile to the judge, “I’m her mama.”

The judge gasped and turned with a sour frown to see Winfred. “Mr. Sims, have you completely lost your mind? Or have you stooped so low to involve your former mother-in-law to testify against her biological daughter? When you divorce your wife, you also divorce her family, sir.”

Winfred stood with a smirk beside his lawyer Datello. “Your Honor, I only seek to expose the truth here.”

I stood and slapped the wooden surface with both palms, turning with a smile to see the nose profiles of Winfred and Datello. “And buddy, the truth will set you free. Amen.” I tossed both arms, sitting back inside the hard chair, looking with a smile at Jadean.

The judge turned and smiled down at Jadean. “Mrs. Garland, welcome to Florida.”

Jadean turned and stared at Nadean with a stern face. “Do I answer the judge’s question, Nadean?”

I smiled with a nod. “Yes, Mama, please answer truthfully the facts after each English sentence from the judge or Winfred over yonder.”

Datello turned and pointed with sneer at Nadean, “Your Honor, I will not tolerate disrespect to an elder senior in my presence.”

The judge turned and frowned at Datello. “What is the claim against Ms. Sims, Andrew?”

Datello smiled at Nadean. “The claim is reckless endangerment to the child.”

“Precede, Mr. Datello,” the judge nodded with a stern face.

Datello moved from the prosecution table, stopping and stood between Nadean and the witness box, facing Jadean with a smile. “Mrs. Garland, do you know her?” He thumbed back over a collar bone to Nadean.

Jadean smiled at Nadean, “Yeah, my daughter.”

He thumbed over a collar bone to Winfred. “Mrs. Garland, do you know him?”

She turned and frowned at Winfred. “Winfred Sims.”

He pointed to the judge. “Mrs. Garland, do you know him?”

“Naw,” she turned and frowned at the judge.

He slapped his shirt with a smile. “Mrs. Garland, do you know me?”

“Naw,” she stared at the lawyer with a sour frown.

Datello smiled with a nod. “Excellent, Mrs. Garland, please explain to the judge what happened on March twenty third, two years ago?”

Jadean looked down with a puzzled brow to see her old purse. “Two years ago,” she looked up with a stern face to see Datello. “That day, Nadean pulled a gun from her purse jerking it into my face inside my house.”

The judge leaned over the bench with a stern face to see the nose profile of Jadean, “A weapon? I will take over questioning of the eye witness, Mr. Datello. Please be seated. Did your daughter steal the gun from your person, Mrs. Garland?”

“Naw,” Jadean turned and frowned at the judge.

“Did your daughter steal the weapon from your gun safe located within your private residential house?”

“Naw,” She frowned.

“Did your daughter shoot any person with the gun inside your private residential house, Mrs. Garland?”

“Naw,” she shook her curls.

“Did you arrest your daughter for that childish stunt with the gun at your private residential house, Mrs. Garland?”

“Naw,” she shook her curls.

The judge grinned. “Did you toss her fanny from your private residential house for that childish stunt with the gun as your biological daughter?”

“Naw,” she shook her curls. “She’s my baby.”

The judge grinned, having to deal with some crazy-ass folks inside his courtroom but this particular one topped the wedding cake. He nodded to Jadean. “Please tell the court what did you do to your biological daughter, Mrs. Garland?”

Jadean turned and frowned at Nadean. “I went to that gay wedding at my church the next week in March.”

I stood with a smile to the ceiling, tossing both arms into the air. “Amen, halleluiah, praise Almighty God, Brother Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, my mom always tells the dang truth.” I swung around and smiled at Vester and Vassar.

Vester and Vassar stood and leaned over the wooden railing, slapping a high five with Nadean.

Datello turned with a sour frown and parked both hands on the alligator belt, staring at the back spine of Nadean, “Your Honor?”

The judge smiled at the back spine of Nadean. “Would you like to add to the story plot, Ms. Sims?”

I swung around with a smile and a giggle to see the judge. “It was truly a beautiful shotgun wedding, making all my blood-kin folks attend a wedding ceremony inside Almighty God’s church in the small town of Brier in the great State of Alabama, sir. I wished that you couldn’t have been there, too, Your Honor,” sitting and smiling.

Datello frowned at Nadean and the judge, “Your Honor?”

The judge smiled at Nadean. “Before I dismiss the eye witness, someone please tell me why this historical two year old event is somehow related to a contempt charge of reckless endangerment of young Mr. Sims?”

I raise a palm with a smile and a nod. “My twin brothers, Vester and Vassar are gay. They greatly desired to be married in the presence of their asshole kinfolks exclusive of me, right, Vester?”

Vester sat behind his sister with a nod and a chuckle. “Right, Nadean.”

I smiled. “I’m first born kid of the Garland family, Your Honor. I keep peace. I am the volatile peacemaker within the Garland family tree that swings from vine to vine for both love and fun, but sometimes, I gotta swing that sharp axe at the diseased rotten limbs, cutting it off before the diseases spread to the other green healthy leaves. Then I gotta blow that sucker to the moon, right, Mama?”

Jadean looked down with a sour frown at her purse. “I be done here. May I leave, sir?”

“Yes, ma’am, you may step down from the witness box, Mrs. Garland.” The judge nodded with a smile.

The bailiff moved from the side wall and assisted Jadean out from the witness box, across the courtroom, and through the swinging doors. Urall and Dorcee met Jadean at the swinging doors inside the court gallery as all three moved ahead to leave the courtroom, strolling to the rental van that Vester drove. The van was parked inside the Miami garage. They were going back to Nadean’s house, waiting for the other family members.

Vester and Vassar were staying behind as both protection and support for Nadean.

Datello frowned at the judge, “Your Honor.”

“I toss out the child abuse case.” The judge saw the courtroom doors close, saying with a stern face to Datello. “Your next eye witness, Mr. Datello, I can’t wait to see what family closet door you intend to open next.”

Datello turned and grinned at Nadean. “Ms. Sims is charged with child abandonment on the night of August thirteen. Ms. Sims refused to pick up their biological child as the primary custodian parent. Mr. Winfred Sims’ claim of abandonment is just and justice, Your Honor. This court humbly asks you to see fit and switch the primary custody parent-ship to Mr. and Mrs. Winfred Sims, immediately.”

I turned and frowned at Winfred. “You are not only a silly idiot, but a stupid dipshit, Winfred.”

Datello moved backward into the prosecution chair, standing and pointed with a sour frown at Nadean, “Your Honor.”

The judge frowned at the nose profile of Nadean. “I hope you can back up those particular colorful words inside my courtroom, Ms. Sims.”

I turned back and stood with a nod to see the judge. “Yes, sir, I can, Your Honor. My child visitation weekend got changed when Winfred begged like a dog for OT on the weekend of August thirteen. So, I nicely changed my personal plans for…”

Winfred stood and jabbed a finger at Nadean with a sour frown. “She lies. She doesn’t have any personal plans. Her weekends are dead like a door knob. She doesn’t have any commitments to family members or good friends or church services or…”

“Stray dogs…” I smiled. “Our son loves his dad and enjoys spending non-school time with his biological grandparents and three uncles, who all live in Palmton. But I digress. I received a telephone call to drive thirty five minutes north of Miami and collect our child, who is sound asleep inside his warm bed, after midnight. Since my boy slept through last month’s hurricane while dog drooling,” I looked up to see the ceiling. “Thank you, Almighty God.”

Datello frowned at the judge, “Your Honor.”

The judge frowned at Nadean. “Is there is a point to your fairy tale, Ms. Sims?”

I looked down with a smile, rattling the sheet of paper with a nod, motioning for the bailiff. The bailiff moved from the side wall and stopped, standing in front of Nadean, accepting the paper. He turned with a stern face and moved to the bench, stopping and stood, handing the paper to the judge.

The judge accepted the paper, reading the information.

I rattled a duplicate of the same piece of paper for my defensive case. “The paper is named Exhibit A, Your Honor. I contacted my telephone company that graciously obligated me, with a proper nominal monetary fee of course, with every telephone number to and from my home address, since June, this year. I have highlighted in pink, since I love that color, the exact telephone call, pinpointing the child abandonment charge with the verbal command to come to Palmton or else. I own a landline that can be traced which is for your electronically challenged brain cells,” I turned and frowned at Winfred. “Technology rules over you, yet again, Winfred,” I turned and stared at the judge, rattling the paper again. “You can see that Winfred’s telephone call came at 1:07 am the next morning for me to pick up our son. Because the special family occasion needing OT’s presence was Winfred’s second wedding.”

The judge turned and smiled at Winfred. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Sims.”

I rattled the paper for drama with a stern face to the judge. “I will back up. I drove our son OT to the usual neutral parking lot at a local grocery store to meet Winfred on Friday afternoon, right after school. Winfred drove away from me then I went home. Normally, I pick our son OT up at that neutral parking lot of the grocery store in the late afternoon around four on Sunday, giving OT time to bath and eat before bedtime. Since I am not allowed to park my vehicle inside Winfred’s private house’s driveway or the new Mrs. Sims will have my ass arrested for trespassing…” I turned and stared at the sight. Winfred was head bumping with Datello.

The judge turned and frowned at the hair roots of Winfred. “Is that an accurate statement, Mr. Sims?” Winfred continued to head bump with Datello.

“Jyes,” Sevilla stood with a nod and a smile. She was the secretary-whore, who was fucking Winfred during her adultery divorce battle. The divorce battle was settled last month.

The judge frowned. “Mrs. Sims, you are not involved in this family court trial. Please sit your ass down, before I toss it from my courtroom.” Sevilla sat down with a sour frown. The judge yelled. “Now, Mr. Sims, is this a true statement that I am hearing from the mother of your child Orion Tanner?”

Winfred and Datello stood together to see the judge. Datello smirked. “Your Honor, my client would like to hold off answering that particular question. We would like to you to hear all the other endangerment claims which should prove beyond a shadow of a doubt why Mr. and Mrs. Sims do not allow her near the other child within the Sims’ household.”

The judge looked down with a confused brow to see the paper folder. “What other child within the Sims’ household?”

Datello smiled, “The other child is the son of Mrs. Sevilla Sims from her previous marriage. He is aged four years old and very impressible too.”

The judge looked up with a frown to see Winfred. “The answer is yes and true,” he turned and nodded to Nadean. “Ms. Sims, please enlighten me more about Mr. Sims’ court approved visitation rights.”

I sat down with a nod and a stern face. “Yes sir. You can see that I tried to contact Winfred’s house on Sunday at 3:01pm for the pickup exchange, which is clearly marked in pink highlighter. No one answered the telephone. And I tried at 3:30 pm…”

Winfred stood and jabbed a finger with a sneer at Nadean. “I would like to point out how she harasses me when my turn to visit my son. She doesn’t give me my allotted time with my son.”

The judge grabbed and pointed the gravel with a sneer at Winfred. “Sit your ass down, Mr. Sims. I am conducting this family court trial. Once Ms. Sims has finished, then I will be asking you more detailed questions. Do you understand me, sir?”

“Yes sir.” Winfred sat and head bumped, cheekbone kissing with Datello.

I exhaled with a stern face, “Short story, sir. I gave up calling at 4:59 pm. Winfred knew that OT had school the next day. Therefore, I assumed that Winfred would kindly drive OT back home for changing into his school clothes.”

“Tanner was at his home, his second home.” Winfred shouted with a sour frown from the seat. “He is four years old for gawd’s sake, Nadean. The school children play all day long. They aren’t robots, learning algebraic equations.”

I turned and smile at Winfred. “OT can write a sentence with a preposition, a noun, and an action verb, tell tick-tock time, and count coinage and dollar money, compliments of the Miami-Dade public school system, a very good learning school system in the USA.”

The judge smiled with a nod at the nose profile of Nadean. “That is a very nice to hear from a supportive mother, living within Miami. Is young Mr. Sim in the gifted program at Coral Rock Elementary School in Coral Gables?”

I turned and smiled at the judge. “OT is in the magnet Spanish program, sir.”

The judge nodded with a grin, “Excellent choice for your son, Ms. Sims and Mr. Sims.”

I nodded with a smile. “Thank you, sir.”

Datello pointed down to his wrist watch with a sour frown, “Your Honor, your limited tick-tock time.”

The judge chuckled. “It sounded much better coming from the southern belle, Andrew.”

Datello frowned, “Your Honor.”

Winfred stood with a smile. “Tanner attended his elementary school class on time at eight am as usual that particular weekday.”

I exhaled. “Your Honor, I would like to add some additional information about the hard evidence highlighted on my personal telephone bill.” The judge nodded as I smiled. “You can see that Winfred calls my house, wanting to talk to OT. That’s wonderful. But sometimes Winfred calls my house at 11:15 pm or 11:46 pm at night. I have pink highlighted these particular times. Your Honor, OT is asleep plus me. I’m single working mom and I need my beauty sleep, too.” The judge nodded in silence. I smiled. “I would like to point out that this was Winfred’s wedding ceremony, wedding reception, and wedding honeymoon night. But I received the telephone call at 1:07 am as indicated on my telephone invoice. There were adults inside the house supposedly watching over OT at one in the morning being his two elderly grandparents and three uncles plus their spousal wives. If Winfred cannot trust his own family members to watch over our precious four year old inside his own house during a family celebration, then I cannot trust them either. I request a motion of reckless endangerment of the entire Sims family. They would be limited with OT’s visitation and supervised by me during san scheduled visitation…”

Winfred stood with a sour frown. “You’re a bitch, Nadean.”

I smiled at the judge. “And you’re a bastard ex-husband, Winfred. Thanks for being within the same fucking ass club with me, darling.”

The judge frowned. “Ms. Sim, I can clearly see your emotional concern in regards to your precious son being trapped inside a party animal house of his father. But there wasn’t any type of incident or harm to young Mr. Sims. Therefore, I will deny the motion of reckless endangerment, but a good show, young lady.” He turned and frowned at Winfred. “Mr. Sims, you have heard my proclamation. However, Ms. Sims has stated and proven her case, very well. For both cat fighting parties, all this information is being typed by the recorder and then will be filed within the courthouse for all people to see and read and review. And I add to the recording. Mr. Sims, she is the custodial parent. You are not. When the custodial parent contacts you, Mr. Sims will answer her telephone call or call her back within thirty minutes, in case it is an emergency. When the custodial parent drops off or picks up your son, Ms. Sims will park inside your private driveway for both safety and protection of your biological child. When the custodial parent is at her home after eight o’clock and one minute, Ms. Sims will not be disturbed unless it is an emergency. Do you understand all the new parking and telephone rules, Mr. and Mrs. Sims?”

Winfred sat down with a nod, “Yes sir.”

The judge smiled. “Good, the child abandonment claim is dismissed. What’s next, Andrew?”

Datello turned and smiled at Nadean. “I present another case of reckless endangerment. Ms. Sim is a lesbian, sleeping with her female love-neighbor with young Mr. Sims inside their shared love bed.”

The judge turned and smiled at Nadean. “Joy! Ms. Sims, gimme your fairy tale, please.”

I sat with a smile and a nod. “My loving brothers are both gay and happily companioned to their wonder mates, whom OT and I enjoy socializing, as much as possible. And my brothers have joined me today in supporting my mothering skills, regarding our son. To address that statement of a lesbian’s tale, I did spend the night at my neighbor’s house, who is a female nurse at a local hospital, because I was required to exchange the old door bolts and locks for new set of door bolts and locks on my house. I let the time sip away. I was at work and then at my son’s baseball game. I arrived very late at the local locksmith’s shop, after the store had closed. My nice neighbor friend was very gracious enough to provide a bedroom for us to slumber the night away in both safe and comfort, instead of going to a strange hotel room for the night with a four year old boy.”

The judge turned and frowned at Datello. “Denied. Next?”

I turned and giggled at Winfred and Datello. “O. The mud slinging can’t wait until after the rock throwing.”

Datello stood and turned with a sour frown, jabbing a finger at Nadean. “Your Honor, Nadean Orion Garland is a drug addict. There is clearly documented the use of sleeping pills and anti-depression medication as prescribed by her psychiatrist inside her medical records on the date of May twenty seventh, this year.”

I raised a palm with a stern face. “May I see these medical records, Your Honor?”

The judge motioned with a hand to Datello. “You didn’t share your toys in the playpen, Andrew.”

Datello grinned. “I didn’t know the name of the lawyer, representing Miss Garland.”

The judge frowned. “You denied Ms. Sims was a good enough attorney to debate your client’s slander. Please show the lawyer her personal medical records.”

Datello leaned over and handed over his copies of the medical records to Nadean with a sneer.

I stood and accepted the medical records without a sneer, scooting back, sitting down and studied the papers.

The judge stared down at the hair roots of Nadean. “Are those your medical records, Ms. Sims?”

I nodded with a stern face. “I admit that I did visit a psychiatrist after learning of my future divorce. The solution was suggested by a fellow co-worker who was experiencing similar chemical emotions during an individual divorce. The psychiatrist told me that I was depressed and defeated. She prescribed a bottle of medication.”

Winfred stood with a sneer, jabbing a finger at Nadean with a sour frown. “I tell the truth. Nadean is a drug addict, since May of this year. I had filed the divorce decree, getting away from her and her drugs.” He sat with a nod and a grin, crossing both arms in victory.

I reached down into my purse and lifted up the object with a smile to see the judge. “I hold in a right hand the medication bottle from the licensed Florida psychiatric. I admit that I stupidity filled the drug medication, but I did not stupidity eat the pills.” I motioned with a hand. The bailiff moved from the wall and stopped, standing in front of Nadean. I extended the bottle to the bailiff. He turned with a stern face and marched, stopping and stood in front of the bench, lifting the bottle over the surface in silence.

I said to the judge. “I present Exhibit B, my drugs. You can count the pills, individually. They all are accounted for. And, I would suggest that you call the pharmacy store and verify the number of pills and the date. Nothing has been eaten by my taste buddies. I quickly decided after leaving the psychiatrist that I was not depressed and defeated but simply divorced, a common trend, right, Winfred?”

The judge accepted the bottle and place on a pair of eyeglasses, reading the tiny print on the medication bottle. “Bailiff, please leave the courtroom and count all the pills inside this bottle. Please contact the pharmacy store using my secretary to verify all the clinical information on this bottle. And please report back to me within thirty minutes, if you can. Thank you very much, bailiff,” he leaned over and returned the medication bottle back to the bailiff. The bailiff turned and left the courtroom, using the side door in silence. The judge turned and stared at Datello. “While we wait, please present your next contempt claim.”

Winfred stood with a sneer, jabbing a finger at Nadean with a sour frown. “Nadean tried to kill herself. And let us all thank Almighty God. Tanner was at his school during the day and then with me that particularly deadly evening.”

I turned and frowned at Winfred. “What?” I reached and tapped on the new white colored bandage, displaying an injury that was peeking out from underneath the jacket for all eyeballs.

Winfred continued to jab a finger at Nadean. “Nadean tried to commit suicide.”

The judge frowned at Datello. “Do you have a physical medical record, supporting that particular clinical claim, Mr. Datello?”

Datello stood and jerked down the jacket with a smirk. “Suicide victims do not need medical records. Suicide victims do not file for health insurance benefits. Suicide victims do not record inside a medical chart, the act of purposeful killing, Your Honor. I would like to physical point a finger at Ms. Sims. I would like for you to view her left arm, especially her wrist bone. There is a white bandage, encircling her wrist bone. This is my client’s proof of suicidal tension along with the act of commitment.”

“For poof’s sake, Winfred,” I giggled at my own silly sentence.

Winfred turned and frowned at the judge. “She denies it. She is in denial of her wasted life, wanting a death wish along with my son OT.”

The judge frowned at Datello. “Do you possess any type of medical chart or a record of the suicidal attempt which obviously failed, Andrew?”

Datello shook a skull. “No, Your Honor, because, she is the proof here inside the court room today.”

The judge turned and frowned at Nadean. “May I see your wrist, Ms. Sims?”

I stood from the chair with a nod and un-wrapped the bandage, moving ahead to the witness box for the judge to see my hand. I stopped and stood in front of the witness box, leaning over, displaying my wound.

The judge leaned down, examining the wound with a confused brow. “Hmm, there is a shallow zigzag cut along the main artery of your anterior arm. What happened to your wrist, Ms. Sims?”

I back stepped from the witness box, stopping and stood in the middle of the court room, tossing both arms into the air with a smile and a nod. “Okay, this is really weird, Your Honor. I had purchased a potted plant, a green fern at the local Lo-Mart store. When I arrived home parking my car inside the garage, I jerked the fern out from the back seat of the car. Then the plant started emitted flying ants. You know insects? I became frightened at the flying bugs, batting them over and over from my face and clothes with both my hands. Then I tripped over my big feet, grabbing the horizontal wooden shelving inside the garage Then, I tapped an exposed nail with my left wrist. Ouch! It hurt and bleed like an artery. You can see that I will always have a little tiny scar from the healing process.”

The judge nodded with a stern face. “That is weird.”

Winfred stood with a sneer and jabbed a finger at the ass of Nadean with a sour frown. “A very weird-ass inventive storyline too, Nadean, she is a worthless mother to my only child. I want full custody of my son before she kills them both, this afternoon.”

I waved both hands with a nod. “O. I have proof, Your Honor.”

The judge frowned. “What proof, Ms. Sims?”

I back step from the bench, stopping and leaned over, pulling out a tiny slip of paper from my open briefcase on top of the defendant table with a smile. “My garage houses a telephone line with an old fashion telephone. So, I called and complained bitterly to the Lo-Mart store that sold me the infected potted fern. I didn’t want the flying bugs inside my car or my garage. They were kind enough to send a delivery driver to retrieve the infected plant, since I threatened to call the police and EPA for foreign buggies.” I waved the tiny piece of paper in the air near my smile. “This is my Lo-Mart store purchasing receipt for the infected potted fern, Your Honor.”

Winfred slapped both palms over the table surface with a laugh and a grin. “That you carry around with you inside your business briefcase, both inventive and creative, Nadean.”

I smiled with a nod at the judge. “The incident occurred inside my garage. I placed it into my briefcase to transport inside my house. So, I have the proof of the defeated plant. I paid with my check, recording the money. Then Lo-Mart gave me a check back for the refund,” I turned and frowned at Winfred. “I ain’t no medical doctor, but I work inside a medical hospital. Mentally sick people usually cut both artery veins, not one. Gawd, you’re such a stupid prick, Winfred.”

The side door opened.

The bailiff returned and stopped and stood in front of the bench, holding the bottle with a smile and a nod to the judge. “Your Honor, the pharmacy store has confirmed the medical physician and the number of medications. There are no missing pills. Ms. Sims is telling the truth. She did not consume a pill,” he turned and handed the bottle back to Nadean with a smile.

I accepted the bottle with a nod in silence, turning and sat back down inside the defendant chair, dropping the bottle back down into my open briefcase with a smile of victory.

The bailiff back stepped and moved back into the side wall.

Datello stood and jabbed a finger with a sneer at Nadean. “She is a doctor. She can write her own medical prescriptions.”

I turned and frowned at Datello. “Naw, asswipe number two, I hold a college doctoral degree in the study of physics. I cannot legally write a script for a bottle of vitamins. I am called Dr. Sims at my employment, because the hospital maintains a standard of respect for both the dying patients and the hard-working employees, attorney Datello.”

The judge nodded with a smile at Nadean. “Thank you for that quick explanation, Dr. Sims. The claim is tossed out.”

I turned and nodded in silence to the judge.

Winfred stood with a sneer to the judge and jabbed a finger at Nadean. “Maybe the prescription drugs are not her thing, since my former wife and the mother of four year old son has not eaten one doctor prescribed pill inside that medical bottle. That is because I now possess her real thing.”

I turned and frowned at the nose profiles of Datello and Winfred. “My real thing is a real mommy to my real son. What are really whining about, Winfuck?” I laughed with my twin brothers, who both sat inside the court gallery behind my back spine.

Winfred exhaled in silence, smirking at the judge, lifting a tiny plastic bag into the air near his smirk that was filled with a small amount of stark white powder. He gently shook the bag with a grin and a chuckle. “I have bagged. Excuse and use the pun. I have bagged her real thing. This is a powerful and an expensive illegal substance that is called cocaine.”

“What?” The judge gasped and pointed with the gravel at the tiny plastic bag inside the cupped hand of Winfred. “Bailiff, please go and retrieve that bag immediately. And I would like a chemistry analysis of that white powder as soon as possible.” The bailiff moved from the side wall, stopping and stood at the prosecution table in front of Winfred with a stern face, opening a palm. Winfred sniggered at first and then placed the tiny plastic bag into the open palm of the bailiff. The bailiff closed a palm and spun around, marching ahead and stopped, standing in front of the judge’s bench.

The judge turned and frowned at Nadean. “Ms. Sims, would you like to tell me about the particles of white substance, before the finished analysis of the contents inside that tiny bag?”

I turned and stared down at the table surface with a sour frown, slapping both hands over an open mouth, saying in a mumbled voice to the table wood. “Gawd, I am so embarrassed, Your Honor.”

Winfred turned with a sneer, jabbing a finger at the nose profile of Nadean. “See, see there. You heard it. She admits it. She used the white powder and it belongs to her, her…”

I mumbled with a sour frown to the table surface. “Yes, I do use the white powder.”

Winfred continued to smile and jabbed a finger at Nadean. “She admitted it. Did you hear her vocal mumblings? You are going to jail, Nadean. Illegal drugs are illegal.”

The judge turned and stared at Winfred. “When did you find the particles of white substance, Mr. Sims? What place do you find these particles of white substance, Mr. Sims?”

Winfred smiled at Nadean. “I scraped the remaining unused white powdery cocaine illegal drug substance off the bathroom counter and down into the tiny plastic bag for further evidence of her drug addiction and her drug abuses at the hands of my only child, Your Honor. Of curse, it is only the remnants of the entire bag or tube or whatever, since I do not engage in illegal drugs or contraband, as such, Your Honor. So Nadean must have finished snorting the entire bag and left the spilled white powdery contents on top of the bathroom counter, hiding out like a thief or a drug addition. That little plastic bag is a powerful and an expensive illegal substance that is called cocaine, which she uses around my son. She has my son all hours of the day and the night as the custodial parent…”

The judged frowned at Winfred. “I know that fact, Mr. Sims.”

I turned and gasped at Datello and then Winfred in shock. “You…you robbed my private bathroom. He found that white stuff over the counter space near the wash sink inside my personal bathroom. We each have a private bathroom. You entered and invaded my personal bathroom. Did you shit inside the toilet, too, Winfuck? You are lowering than a crawling worm, a slithering snake, a shit turd inside the dirty toilet, an as…”

“Not me, Nadean!” Winfred continued to laugh and jabbed a finger at Nadean. “Listen to her, now. She has been caught and captured with major trouble. You are going to jail, Nadean. Illegal drugs are illegal.”

The judge turned and frowned at Nadean. “Ms. Sims, would you like to tell me about the white particles of the substance, before the finished analysis of the contents that tiny bag.”

I stood upright from the chair and tossed my head back with a deep sigh of annoyance, whipping a chin down to see the judge. “Yes, I would like to explain that white substance. I am so embarrassed for me.”

“Yuck.” The bailiff mouth spat on the floor, shaking a skull. “This is not cocaine. I am trained to recognize by sight which is difficult and by taste most of the major illegal drug substances.” He lifted the tiny plastic bag, shaking a skull. “This is not cocaine. I don’t know what it is but it is not edible to the human palette, Your Honor.”

“What?” The judge turned and gasped at the bailiff.

“What?” Winfred gasped at the back spine of the bailiff.

“Ugh!” Datello frowned at the back spine of the bailiff.

I leaned over into my open briefcase and stood upright, lifting and wiggled a white unmarked bottle near my smile with a nod to the judge. “I have the same white substance inside this white colored and unmarked bottle, too. Do you want to compare the tastes of the bottle to the tiny plastic bag, Your Honor? It is part of my defense against my stupid-ass former husband Winfuck.”

Datello sneered at Nadean, “Your Honor?”

The judge turned and frowned at Winfred. “I am beginning to understand your annoyance into her butthole, Mr. Sims.” He turned back and nodded to Nadean. “Yes, I would like to hear a comparative taste testing. Bailiff, if your taste buds could withstand another nasty favor. Go for it! Else, I will do it.”

The bailiff spun around with a sour frown, moving to the defendant table. “No, Your Honor, I am trained to test the difference in chemistry type products. I will perform the job.” He stopped and stood in front of Nadean with a stern face. She handed him the white unmarked bottle. He accepted the bottle and back stepped into the middle of the room, standing sideways for all eardrums and all eyeballs to see his reaction. He opened the bottle, shaking out a tiny bit of the white substance. He used a pinky finger and stamped the white powder, lifting up into a wiggling tongue and tapped the tip and mouth spat onto the floor, shaking a skull. “Yeah, that is the same nasty taste. What is this?” He turned and frowned at Nadean.

I giggled with a grin, reaching over and grabbed the item inside my open briefcase, standing upright and lifted up a pretty yellow colored tiny box near to my smile, pointing with a nod to the label to the judge. “I am so embarrassed for me and my asshole former husband. This is a cosmetic chemistry product to lightened hair on the biological body…”

“What?” The judge gasped at her nose bridge.

“What?” Winfred gasped at her nose profile.

“Ugh!” Datello frowned at her nose profile.

I giggled with a grin, waving the tiny yellow colored box in the air with a nod to the judge. “Yeah, the cosmetic chemistry product is legal. I purchased it at the local drug store around the corner for about six dollars and some odd cents. I have both the sales receipt and the used box from my legal purchase.”

“Why?” The judge gasped.

“Why?” Winfred gasped.

“Ugh!” Datello sat down with a sour frown, looking down to see his notes on top of the table surface.

I exhaled with a puff of drama and a smirk to the judge. “Why, Your Honor? I found that my personal bathroom counter had been cleaned for some reason, since I don’t clean it. I have an excellent maid service, Your Honor. The maid service came two days before. I just wait for them to return and clean my nasty bathroom. Thus, I was kitty-cat curious about the shiny clean counter stop on the top of my personal bathroom that was not cleaned by me or the maid service. I started looking through all my personal cabinets and drawers, since it is my personal bathroom that holds my personal stuff…”

Winfred sneered at Nadean. “Get to your point, criminal!”

The judge turned and frowned at Winfred. “Please hold all tongues and all questions until I hear every piece of evidence or every tongue waggle. This is not looking good for you, Mr. Sims.” He turned and nodded to Nadean. “Please precede, Dr. Sims.”

I nodded with a smile. “Yes, Your Honor! Anyways, I discovered and found that my white colored and unlabeled bottle inside the hand of the bailiff was almost empty, which is very strange, indeed. Because the cream is part of the two-step activation chemistry process to lighten both my arm pit hairs that I perform once a quarter, because they are rich dark black against my sun tanned skin. Anyways, the white powder was all gone from the white and unlabeled bottle. But the cream was almost full, because this was a new purchased that I brought at the store a couple of weeks ago. Thus, I suspected that someone else had been inside my personal bathroom. Our son OT is four years old. He is not allowed inside my bathroom or any bathroom alone. He is always supervised by me, his mommy. And he is too young at four years to reach a counter much less coordinate and wipe it clean with a wet or dirty towel. I brought the almost empty white unlabeled bottle which was resting alone and harmless on top of my personal bathroom counter, after I had discovered it almost empty and the shiny spot on the bathroom counter to embarrass my former husband. So, I rest my case, Your Honor. My arm pits are the guilty party here,” giggling.

The judge turned and frowned at Winfred. He sat down inside the chair, holding both hands into his face, shaking a skull. The judge said. “It is a body enlightener product. This is tossed out. Bailiff, please return the bottle to Dr. Sims and the tiny plastic bag of white particles of body enlightener product to Mr. Sims, since I do not want to be accused of stealing something that did not belong to me inside a court of law as a legal law judge. Is there any more motions here to offer today before I wrap up this custody case within a few seconds of my wasted time here, Mr. Datello?”

Datello stood and pressed down the suit with both hands and a sour frown, staring at the judge. “Your Honor, based on all the…”

Winfred stood with a sneer to the judge and jabbed a finger at Nadean. “Nadean is sick, crazy, and loco poco with vengeance against me, so she attacked my wife, the new Mrs. Winfred Sims.”

The judge turned and frowned at Winfred. “Did either one of you file a police report or contact the police about this domestic matter? Where and when did this occur?”

“No.” Winfred sat down with a nod and a smile.

The judge frowned, “Why not?”

Winfred smirked. “Nadean attacked my new wife…”

The judge looked down with a confused brow, reading the paper file of the case. “You live inside the community of Coral Gables. Why was the Coral Gable police not called?”

I sat and smiled at the judge. “They were.”

The judge turned and gasped at Nadean. “Dr. Sims, would you care to explain that statement to the court?” Winfred stood with a sneer, staring at Nadean.

I stood with a smile and held a new sheet of paper. “On the date of May twenty ninth on Thursday, Winfred and his family members were inside my residential house. I asked them to leave my house, when Winfred shoved me against the wall. Then he and his family members left my house. I filed a domestic violence call with the Coral Gables police force immediately. You can read the details on the copied police report that I have brought with me today in court.”

The judge frowned. “Why did you report him, Dr. Sims?”

I smiled with a giggle. “I’m a bitch, Your Honor.” Some of the occupants of the court gallery softly chuckled inside the court room.

The bailiff moved from the wall and stopped, standing in front of the Nadean once again, accepting the police report, turned and marched to the bench, handing the paper to the judge.

The judge accepted the police report, reading with a sour frown. “Quiet, please. I will have quiet inside my courtroom. At least, one person enjoys telling me the truth inside my courtroom.” He read the police report in silence.

Datello and Winfred back stepped from the table and turned, leaving the courtroom to discuss the police report in privacy.

The door opened.

Vester and Vassar both leaned over the wooden railing into the rear skull of Nadean. Vester sneered into her eardrum, “Why didn’t you call us, Sis?”

The door closed.

I stared at the judge, softly saying to my two loving and overprotective brothers. “I shoot, saddle, and spit. A little shove don’t harm a true country princess. Stay cool, bros! I got my own set of glorious vividly red, white, and blue fireworks to light underneath Winfuck’s ass. Then I will need your brotherly protection.”

“We both are only a whisper away, Sis.” Vassar whispered into her other eardrum, sitting back into the chair with a stern face and a worried heart.

The door opened.

Datello and Winfred returned back into the courtroom, sitting together at the prosecution table, wearing a stern face at the judge.

The judge looked with a smile to see Nadean. “This entire domestic claim is tossed out. Do you have any other domestic charges to add against your former husband, Dr. Sims?”

I shook my curls with a stern face, “No sir.”

Winfred stood with a smile to the judge. “I want to re-open my divorce case that was settled on June sixteenth. I have recently discovered that Nadean possessed a secret bank account worth thousands upon thousands of dollars. The bank account was located at her work employment site. The bank account clearly entitles me to fifty percent of that single money account. Nadean didn’t list the bank account on the financial page of our divorce decree work paper.”

The judge turned and frowned at Winfred. “This is family court, not divorce count,” he turned and smiled at Nadean and Winfred. “Dr. Sims, shame on you for fibbing. Mr. Sims, shame on you for believing the fib. Are there any more additions motions for me to settle today since my calendar is booked until the nightly news?”

Datello stood with a smirk to see the judge. “Your Honor, a divorce decree is all about the children and the assets. The biggest asset shared by Nadean Sims and Winfred Sims is a house that is located within the heart of Coral Gables. The house for certain reasons has yet to sell since all assets and liabilities of a newly divorced ex-married couple splits everything fifty-fifty. The house hasn’t been sold, because Nadean refuses to sign a legal document from the selected realtor. Today, Mr. Sims would like that urgent matter addressed and resolved thus finally ending their divorce on paper.”

I turned and smiled at Winfred. “Geez, Winfred, you can’t have the child, so you take the money and run. You do know that’s a rock and roll song? Take the money and run for them dang hills.” I turned and smiled at the judge. “Your Honor, may I address this particular question please?”

The judge nodded with a sour frown. “I cannot wait.”

I raised a stack of papers with a smile. “I hold Exhibit F, my abstract to my house. The legal document states that I own the house at 666 Leonard Lane in the city of Coral Gables. I hold Exhibit G, a copied stack of cancelled bank check plus the bank statement from my personal bank account, where I paid each monthly mortgage payment by me and on time. I hold Exhibit H, our executed divorce decree. I have two set of papers. One is for the judge. The other set is for Mr. Datello for my verbal explanation.”

The bailiff moved from the side wall and stopped, standing in front of Nadean again, accepting the two stacks of papers, turning and marched to the prosecution table, giving the papers to Datello. He turned and marched back to the bench, stopping and stood in place, lifting the stack of papers for the judge.

The judge leaned over and accepted the papers, sitting back and reading through each paper with a confused brow.

I said. “Your Honor, I had to provide to you all these legal documents to make my law case. I have circled my name in each document for your viewing. Nadean Garland is the only name on the house abstract when I inherited the house from my biological Aunt Collie. Nadean Garland is the name on the bank statement and each signed mortgage check. I re-financed the old house, making some awesome improvements both inside and outside my home. Please note on the divorce decree.”

Datello flipped through each page with a sour frown, “Jeezus, Winfred, why didn’t you show me this before?”

I shook the original papers with a grin and a giggle, “Bingo, lawyers are smart asses.”

Datello continued to flip through the paper with a sour frown. “Who wrote your divorce petition a fourth grader?”

I raised a palm with a smile, looking down at the papers. “O. O. O let me please explain the fucking legal boo-boo, Andrew. Winfred, turn to page four of our executed Marital Settlement Agreement and read the seventh tick! Good ole lucky number seven for me. Inside the equitable distribution category, the wife shall keep all her assets and the husband shall keep all his assets,” I looked up with a smile to see the judge. “My assets are the house, the lawn, the swimming pool, and the mail box plus my car and my clothing.”

The judge looked up and frowned at Winfred. “Mr. Sims, you have lost another battle. You are the petitioner of the divorce, working with a different attorney. His name is located on the second page. Your attorney guided you in the wrong different, Mr. Sims. He wrote the petition ensuring that each asset was safeguarded and protected by its owner, meaning Dr. Sims owned her house, first. And she will continue to own the house until the day she sells it, last. Therefore, you do not have any right to sue, sell, or stroll among her palm trees and her green grasslets. Do I make my invisible presence known here, Mr. Sims?”

Winfred said meekly. “Yes sir.”

The judge frowned. “This is tossed out. What else is left to claim?”

Winfred said. “Based on the Florida Marital Law, the money is split fifty-fifty…”

The judge lifted and rattled the stack of papers from Nadean with a sour frown. “And your executed legal document mutes it and any other monies from any exposed or hidden bank accounts. You should have done more homework or more snooping before seeking out a dumbass lawyer, who has sabotaged your sinking ship, Mr. Sims. What else, Andrew? I’m getting hungry.”

Winfred reached over and tossed an arm underneath the nose of his lawyer with a sneer. “Nadean has a tray full of antique gem stones, diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and sapphires inside a hidden bank safety deposit box at Third National Bank of Florida.”

The judge turned and frowned at Nadean. “Where did your jewelry come from, Dr. Sims?”

I smiled with a nod. “I inherited all the gems from my Grandmother Garland, sir.”

“Tossed out. What else, Andrew?”

I stood with a smirk. “Your Honor, I request an increase in our son’s monthly child support monies.”

Winfred turned and frowned at the nose profile of his paid lawyer. “Do something, Datello?”

Datello reached out and fiddled with the papers, not viewing the judge. “Your Honor, there is no basis for the monetary approval of child support. Ms. Garland receives…looking that numerical figure…” Winfred reached over and jerked the necktie of his lawyer with a whisper. Datello repeated the whispered word. “Six hundred dollars per month…”

I rattled the paper with a smile. “I have re-calculated the new monthly figure based on Winfred’s new job position as the new president of Palmton Bank along with my actually monthly expense for raising our son, including schooling, clothing allotment. He grows faster like a field weed plus food consumption which is a direct proportion of his growth chart. I have provided the clinical growth chart by his personal medical physician.” I extended the papers.

The bailiff moved from the side wall, stopping and stood, accepting the papers from Nadean, turning and moved back to the bench, stopping and stood, handing the papers to the judge.

The judge accepted the papers, reading through the information in silence.

Datello and Winfred were kissing each other nostrils, tossing a set of secret hand signals.

A hand slammed down onto my collar bone from Vester. I did not react.

The judge looked up with a smile and a nod to see Nadean. “I am here for the welfare of the child. I am pleased when both the parents love and care about the most important member of their family, their child. I will approve the monthly financial increase in the child support payment which is executed through the State of Florida child support intermediary department. Mr. Winfred Sims will pay each month a lump sum total of one thousand two hundred dollars per month for his biological son Orion Tanner until the legal age of eighteen years old.”

Winfred sneered into the nose profile of his lawyer. “Do something, Datello.”

Datello sat inside the chair with a smile. “Change her name.”

“Beg pardon,” the judge turned and frowned at Datello.

Datello smiled with a nod. “My client humbly requests to the court to change the surname of Sims, who is currently misused by Ms. Nadean Garland Sims, the former wife of Winfred Sims, modifying it back into her maiden name Garland.”

The judge looked down with a confused brow at the paper folder. “Was that inside the petition for today, Mr. Datello?”

Datello shook a skull with a smile, “No, Your Honor.”

The judge looked up with a sour frown to see Datello, “Why not?”

Datello shrugged with a silly grin. “We just realized the oversight and humbly request the court to honor the request by adding a surname change into the petition, today, Your Honor.”

The judge said. “No.”

Datello nodded, “Yes, Your Honor.”

The judge turned and smiled at Nadean. “Before I dismiss this court of law, are there any more accusations that we have not covered before I go to lunch? Good. Are there any complains any party wishes to express, before I go to lunch? Good. I wish you and your son the best of health, Dr. Sims. Court dismissed.” The bailiff and judge exited the courtroom.

Datello reached over the table surface and grabbed his briefcase, standing and left the courtroom, without his client Winfred Sims.

The courtroom swiftly emptied as everyone else went to lunch also.

Nadean and Winfred were the last family court case for the morning session.

I stood from the chair with a smile, slapping my briefcase shut. Winfred turned and stomped over Nadean, running into her hair roots. I back stepped from his necktie with a sour frown.

Winfred sneered. “Fuck you, bitch. This is not over. I will have my son. You got lucky this time with your cute smile and your smart ass country back talk. You are a sorry piece of shit along with your poor hillbilly mothering skills. I will find another judge and carefully wait and watch…”

“…like a spider.” I laughed with a nod. “That’s a line from Hollywood movie ‘Gone with the Wind,’ dude. That you didn’t like and then called Scarlett a bitch.” I giggled with a grin and a nod.

Winfred back stepped with a sneer from Nadean, moving to stand beside his second wife Sevilla. They turned and moved ahead through the set of swinging doors toward the open courtroom doors and stopped, seeing a wall of muscle. Winfred sneered at the wall of muscles. “Out of the way, fag twins.” Vester and Vassar blocked the open doors, since Winfred had clearly threatened bodily harm to their sister, regarding their nephew.

I turned and frowned at the Vester. “Don’t touch him, Vester. Please allow Mr. and Mrs. Asshole to pass.”

Vester stood in place with a sneer, crossing both arms, flexing his muscles. “I ain’t going to touch him. I’m going to bust his nostrils and see them nose holes bleed red onto the polished marble,” then her brothers side stepped and split apart.

Winfred and Sevilla wiggled both asses ahead toward the open archway, swiftly leaving the courtroom.

 

 

9:09 a.m.

Monday September 30th

Home of Reed Stinger and four year old son Reedy

Front porch setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

The door opened.

I stomped down the front steps of my home, marching down the vanilla colored sidewalk, toting a twelve gauge loaded shotgun underneath an armpit in the middle of the morning, using a vacation day from my work.

She was the leak underneath my sink spying, reporting, and stalking back to Winfred.

I did not have the secret tape recordings, because I did not need them.

Winfred had presented a set of verbal facts that I had secretly stashed cash inside my personal bank account at the hospital, where I worked.

I only possessed that secret information and then I stupidly shared my shared with my gal-pal Reed Stinger.

Stinger, her maiden surname should have been a red flag to my working neurons.

I understood now her husband leaving Florida, returning back home to the state of Georgia and leaving her with the child, best interest of the monster.

I stomped a pair of cowgirl boots up the steps and stood on top of the front porch, knocking with the cold barrel on the wooden door.

The front door opened.

Reed stood with a smile at first and peeing, second.

I laughed with an evil tone, hearing whistles and sirens of the police cars. The police department was really efficient, coming from the nosy neighbor’s 911 telephone calls on each landline while pissing into the wall corner of the elegant mansions on Leonard Street.

I did not enter into the house of Reed, because that was trespassing. I was not trespassing, only pissing off mad for her friend betrayal.

Each police car stopped, sliding over and burning the nice manicured green lawn of Reed. Each police officer slid out from the car, squatting and aimed a loaded weapon at the back spine of Nadean. The closest one yelled with a sneer. “Miss, please step away from the door. Lower the shotgun. Move away from the old woman.”

I reached out and held the loaded shotgun from my body, without getting shot in the back spine.

A second police officer moved and grabbed the weapon, rushing away from Nadean, checking the weapon.

Reed jabbed a finger with a sneer at the nose bridge of Nadean. “She tried to shoot me.”

I grinned at Reed. “I’m a cowgirl and I don’t miss, sweet cakes.”

The first police officer moved from the burnt grass, replacing the weapon and stomped up the brick steps, standing behind the back spine of Nadean, raising a pair of handcuffs. The second police officer moved beside his partner and stopped, standing in place and held his weapon at the cheekbone of Nadean with a sneer. “Miss…”

Reed pointed down the street with a nod and a sneer. “Nadean, she lives three houses down from me, the pink mansion on the corner.”

Each one of the police officer turned to see the house as some of them dashed down the street to investigate the home of Nadean.

I smiled at Reed. “Yes.”

The first police officer moved between the nose profile of Reed and Nadean with a sour frown. “What’s the problem here, ma’am?”

I smiled at Reed. “I came to retrieve my stolen items.”

Reed frowned. “What stolen items? The bitch lies. She tired to assassin me. Arrest her ass. Get her off my property, now, sir.”

The first police officer replaced the handcuffs back into the utility belt and waved off the second police officer with the gun. Both police officers stood between Nadean and Reed without a weapon but a stern face. The first police officer stared at the nose profile of Nadean, “Do you have some kind of proof of your stolen items, Miss Cowgirl?”

I held up the paper, staring with a smile and a nod at Reed. “Yes sir, I do. Here you go, sir. The individual sheets of paper are merchandise receipts paid by my personal credit card, delivered to my house and stolen by Miss Reed Stinger. I suggested crime occurred on the date of September twenty third. I was at my work. She was the babysitter, taking care of my precious son at my home.”

The first police officer frowned at the nose profile of Nadean. “You invited her into your home. Why is that, Miss?”

I smiled at Reed. “We worked out a pre-arrangement of babysitting services for each other. We both are single working moms, living a busy life here in the Gables. We trust each other with our young boys. These days you just don’t drop your precious baby with anyone person.”

The second police officer nodded. “I agree with her. You don’t dump your child with a girl around the block, teen or adult. That’s a valid reason for Ms. Stinger being inside your house.”

The first police officer read the papers with a confused brow. “Miss, this list is long with dresses, purses, shoes, suits, mostly clothes.”

I nodded with a smile to Reed. “Yes sir, officer, most of the merchandise is clothing, shoes, purses of high designer qualify. High fashion, I guess is the term. Miss Reed and I are shoppers and babysitter for our children, since we are both divorced. We tend to be like all females of the world and spend way too much time at Miami Mall retail shops.”

“There are sixteen pages of design brands. Gucci. Prado. Dior. So can you show me one of these clothing items? Then I might be more convinced to believe your legal case, Miss…”

Reed sneered. “Nadean Traitor.”

I grinned. “Hell, naw, that ain’t my name. But her last name is Stinger.” I heard a set of soft chuckles from the gathered police officers. “May I enter, Reed?”

Reed crossed both arms, shaking her curls, blocking the door. “Absolutootly not, arrest her ass, now, officer.”

The first police officer pointed down at the papers with a stern face. “Ma’am, she has a good claim…”

Reed sneered. “Good theory?”

The first police officer asked. “Were you inside Miss Cowgirl’s house on September twenty third, performing babysitting duties with her son?”

Reed nodded. “Yeah, I was there with my son Reedy and her boy. She had a business conference.”

The first police officer nodded. “Well then, she has a great claim. Please allow me to enter your house. Can you kindly show me…?”

“No,” Reed shook her curls. “No, she cannot enter my house but any police officer is welcomed.”

The first police officer frowned. “I am sorry, ma’am. I really need her assistance unless you can locate some of the items on the store receipts.”

Reed shook her curls. “The police officer can enter and locate all these items. I have all day here.”

The first police officer frowned. “I can’t be here all day, ma’am.”

Reed shook her curls. “My answer is no.”

The second police officer exhaled. “Well then, lady, we all are busy, so we all with can take a ride down to the Coral Gables police department. Then you can sit at the police desk whilest we get a search warrant. If you happen to possess on of these highlighted items, then it is called stealing, which comes with some jail time,” he leaned over with a smile at Reed. “And darling, they will like you in police lockup. Do you hear me, lady?”

Reed side stepped in silence from the door.

I moved inside the house with a smile first, motioning with a hand, leading to the master bedroom. “I can assist you in here, officer. I have highlighted some particular items. I know exactly where it is located inside her house. Inside her master bedroom, inside her second wardrobe closet on the right side, there is a blue pin striped business suit, Dior. Size four, my size.” I moved down the hallway and turned and entered the bedroom, stopping and stood in front of the closet, pointing to the item inside the closet with a smile and a nod.

The first police officer followed behind Nadean then Reed and finally the second police officer. All stopped and stood beside Nadean inside the master bedroom.

I smiled at the object. “There it is. Please note the price tag is still attached to the business sleeve of the designer suit. You can verify the stock number, size, and price amount, sir,” I back stepped with a smile. The police officer stomped up the closet and stood in place, reaching out and touched the tag, checking the set of numbers with the paper receipt with a stern face. I said with a nod. “That will match my store invoice number by number.”

He compared the two objects with a nod, “Yes ma’am, the department store invoice matches the suit,” he turned and stared at Nadean and Reed. “What do you, girls want to do? Do you want me to arrest her, Miss Cowgirl?” Reed gasped and crossed both arms with a distorted face.

I shook my curls. “Naw, Miss Stinger can compensate me with money in the grand total of six thousand five hundred ninety seven dollar and twelve cents, please.”

Reed gasped and dropped both arms on her legs with a sour frown. “Shit, I don’t have six thousand dollars. You know my financial situation, Nadean. I’m a struggling working mom with my son, since my son of bitch ex-husband doesn’t pay his child support on time. I’m a nurse at the hospital.”

The officer frowned with a nod to Reed and Nadean. “You really need to contact your former husband or a good attorney for back child support. There are legal laws to handle that situation, Miss Stinger. She doesn’t have the money.”

I nodded with a stern face. “Then I will kindly accept all the clothing merchandise back. She can be a good parolee and help me find each item on the list. I can bring my car into her driveway and dump the items into the rear seat. How’s that, Reed?”

The officer nodded to Reed. “How’s that, Miss Stinger?”

Reed frowned with a nod to Nadean. “You’re mean, Nadean. I don’t have the money. I didn’t steal the clothes. I purchased the clothing.”

The officer frowned at Reed. “How did you purchase the clothing items, ma’am?”

Reed shook her curls. “I mean Nadean purchased the clothing when we shopped. Then I brought the items back to my home.”

The officer frowned. “Did you pay back the six thousand plus dollars and some odd cents over a certain periods of time to Miss Cowgirl?”

“Uh!” Reed smirked. “She didn’t ask for the money.”

The officer shook a skull. “The answer is no or the answer is a lie. I think it best, ma’am, you find all the clothing items. Or I might need to take you into custody for stealing property.”

Reed frowned. “Fine, I hate you Nadean,” she spun around and moved ahead, tossing shoe boxes onto the carpet.

The second police officer leaned over with a smile to Nadean. “You stung her back good, Miss Cowgirl.”

I nodded with smile. “Thanks, sir.”

 

 

1:01 p.m.

Home of Nadean and four years old son OT

Guest bedroom setting

Warm temperatures of light rain with parted clouds of sunrays

 

 

I had retrieved my old van and dumped a hump of designer clothes over each seat with the assistance of sour puss Reed. Then I had lugged the hump of designer clothes into the house, across the tile and onto the guest bed mattress after a few trips and then dropped down to the carpet.

Winfred stole all the furniture before our divorce decree was executed.

I cried with tears. My face was red. My eyelids were swollen. My heart was empty. I didn’t like my life of fight and wanted back my old life of fun. I fell over and rested onto the carpet, falling asleep until sundown.

Then I awoke, blinking my eyelashes open.

Elementary school was out.

I stood with a gasp, running from the guest bedroom, up the three steps, through the kitchen, across the dining room tile and slammed into the closed door.

The door opened.

I ran and stopped in front the closed garage door with a puff of frustration. I had remembered that Winfred had picked up OT from school, since it was Wednesday afternoon. They were going to church service, after the spanking of his ass by Nadean on Monday morning in a court of law.

I back stepped and turned, slowly moving down an empty and dark hallway, where the laundry room with a new washer and dryer stood, since Winfred took the old washer and dryer set. I moved into the dining room, where a high table with four tall chairs stood, since Winfred took all the dining room furniture, including the table, the chair, the buffet table, and the two cabinets. I strolled into the kitchen, seeing the old appliances, since Winfred couldn’t steal the stove oven, the dishwasher, or the garage disposal. But there was a new refrigerator, since he robbed the house of all the movable appliances.

I moved down the three steps and entered the guest bedroom, slamming my legs into the naked mattress, falling down into the heap of designer clothing and felt the softness of the new fabric.

I closed my eyelashes, vowing no more friends, especially bitches of the female kind. Males were much more honest and nicer, not hundred percent of the time but closer than zero percent of hate.

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:49 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a right wrist, slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body for another specific moment of my past adult life.

 

 

Forty four years old Nadean and fourteen years old son OT

 

 

Monday July 15th

City of Coral Gables

Home of Nadean and her son OT

8:10 a.m.

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with light rain and sunny sky

 

 

I was enjoying a week of free time on vacation at home during the summertime while earning monies at the hospital, at the law firm, and at the modeling studio.

OT was enjoying the high school break too. I thought.

I moved out from my bedroom, strolling around and slapped off all the running electronic devices, such like, the television, the radio, the music player, and the video game box. I reached down and picked up all the opened and eaten junk food trash, such as, potato chips, candy bars, soda cans, and popcorn bags, moving into the kitchen. I greeted OT with a smile at the archway.

OT had returned back home, visiting his grandparents Sims in Palmton which was up the freaking road from Coral Gables. Then he would fly by airplane to visit on the mountain peak in Alabama which was owned by his uncles and then he would travel to visit with his other set of grandparents Garland.

I must keep both sides of the divorce happy.

OT scooted around Nadean, pulling out a chair, sitting at the tall table with a sour frown and slapped both hands over the surface, “Food, I’m hungry.”

I dumped the junk food trash into the large trashcan, washing my hand and turned, moving and stopped, hugging the rear of his body with a smile and a nod. “I’ll run to Dee Dee’s Hamburgers…”

“Naw,” he shook his curls, since needed to trim the flowing locks around both the hidden earlobes and the disappearing neck muscles with a sour frown and a sissy whine, facing the window. “I want real food like a home-cooked meal, Mama. No artificial colors and favors.”

I nodded with a smile, back stepping from OT and the dining room. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ll fix up my world famous omelet with green peppers and sweet onions that you love for breakfast. Then I will prepare a tub of thin spaghetti and crumbed up meatballs with the thin angel hair pasta, my special way for lunch. You like that, honey, too. See, I can cook that, not very well,” giggling.

“Whatever.” He slid out from the table, back stepping and stopped, leaning into the window of the kitchen, grabbed new box of cereal and turned, dashing ahead and dumped his tallness into the lounge chair in front of the television and surfed the channels.

I moved ahead and turned, following behind his tallness with a worried brow. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” he grabbed and chewed out from the box, scooping up the cereal with a hand from the open box with a sour frown.

I stopped and stood beside the chair, patting his soft hair with a fake smile. “I’ll run to my law firm first then the grocery store for food of fruits, cereal, and pasta, okay?”

He chewed and watched the television with a sour frown. “Whatever?”

I knelt down at the chair, looking at his nose profile with a worried brow, patting his arm, “Please talk to me, OT.”

He exhaled with a huff of disappointment. “All my friends are going to Key West, boating, today.”

I patted his arm with a nod and a smile. “You can go along with your friend boating, too, today.”

OT stared at the television and chewed. “I go to the uncles, tomorrow.”

I smiled. “We can cancel.”

He stared with a sour frown at the television. “I love both Vester and Vassar, but I wanna go boating and swimming and riding and skiing.”

I smiled. “Well then, you have arranged a set of special teen fun plans from the scheduled one. I can change your plans with your Grandmother Garland also.”

He turned and frowned at Nadean. “You’ll do that for me?”

I smiled. “I’ll do anything for you, honey. You’re my baby.”

He frowned. “But the plane tickets are paid.”

I shook my curls with a smile. “The plane reservations are paid, but the reservations can be changed.”

He stood and tossed both hands with the cereal box with a cheer, spilling the food. “Yeehaw,” he moved ahead and stopped, standing in front of the wall with the table that held a telephone landline. “I’m going to pack. You’ll drive me to Tommy’s house, Mama.”

I leaned over and picked up the spilled food with a smile, “Yes, sweetheart.”

He leaned against the wall, dropping the cereal box on top of the television cabinet and lifted the receiver, dialing the familiar number on the telephone, listening and smiled on the phone. “Tommy, I’m coming to the boat, today.”

Pause.

“Really?”

Pause.

“Naw.”

Pause.

He shook his curls with a sour frown. “Forget it. Have a good time. Catch ya next week sometime. Okay, man?”

I stood with the spilled food with a smile. OT gently replaced the telephone, reaching out and grabbed the box of cereal, turning and moved back to the chair with a sour frown. I smiled. “Do I drive…?”

“Don’t wanna go,” he spun around and sat inside the chair again, eating and chewing the cereal from the open box.

I reached and touched his forehead with a worried brow. “Are you feeling sick, honey?”

He stood with a sour frown, moving ahead to his private bedroom, leaving the box of cereal on the chair, “Naw.”

I followed behind his back spine with a worried brow. “Are you bored?”

“Naw.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Naw.”

I stopped and stood inside the archway of his room with a worried brow and a worried tone. “OT, what’s wrong? You seem distance, honey.”

“Nothing,” He reached out and kicked the door with a naked boot and a sour frown.

The door closed into my face, and as I huffed with deep worry for my teenage son.

 

 

8:32 a.m.

City of Coral Gables

Prensess and Prensess Law Firm

Business office setting of supervisor Jorge

Warm temperature with light rain and sunshine

 

 

I dressed and wore one of the designer suits from Reed and her designer collection that forcefully came to live inside my closet space, entering the business office and dropped down into the soft leather chair with a sour frown. “Angry, irritable, and irrational, my son’s having some sleepless nights, too. He rambles around at three am and then finally gets up around lunchtime. I would suggest a doctor, but he doesn’t appear sick. I won’t know the correct medical symptoms to express for a medical physician. I don’t what to do, George.”

My legal law supervisor was Cuban-born native, spelling his proper name Jorge, the Spanish way. But I liked to tease him with my Southern way. I purposefully pronounced the spelling with my American tongue as George, such like, George Washington, the first president of the United States.

Jorge leaned back into the leather office chair with smile, stapling his fingers, “What does he want to do?”

I exhaled with confusion. “Boating, swimming, riding, skiing.”

He leaned forward with a grin. “I don’t hear the term dating. He’s a teen, correct?”

I nodded. “Fourteen.”

“Get him some girls.”

I shook my curls with a gasp and a sour frown, “No, George, I refuse to do that. He’s barely a teenager, not a college man.”

He shook a skull with a smile. “Young bucks need young does. He’s stuck between boyhood and manhood, Nadean. I suggest get him some girly magazines too help his wet dreams at night. He never say thanks, mommy. But his dick will love you. Does he smoke cigarettes, also?”

I gasped with a sour frown. “You are disgusting, George. No, of course not, OT does not smoke those nasty cigarettes.”

“I quite sure he might have tired one or twelve. They all do it. Look, you want to control their bad habits, not toss them to another corner of the room. Boys find trouble. Boys live for trouble. It’s built into the gene pool.”

I lifted and waved both hands in the air with a frustrated tone. “I am quite sure OT doesn’t since I can smell stinky cigarette smoke on his tallness. You control a bad habit by suppressing it.”

“He finds a route around that.”

I smiled. “You control a bad habit by educating.”

He grinned. “He doesn’t listen and doesn’t care. The boy is caught between childhood and manhood. You give in, Nadean. Go to the store, purchase two packs cigarettes, a pint of whiskey, a six pack of cold beer, three dirty girly magazines, and then treat him like a man. I guarantee he won’t go looking for that more nasty stuff on his own. That’s how boys get into trouble when they can’t find they seek it out, which leads to stealing, cheating, jailing, lying and sometimes murder.”

I gasped, “Murder, for goodness sake, George, he’s fourteen.”

“And he is living in the wild, wild Miami swamps with the gators, where there are lots of drugs, girls and fun. I ain’t taking about the four-legged ones, either, Nadean.”

I frowned. “You didn’t just list drugs. Drugs are illegal.”

“Yes, they are. Yes, I didn’t list drugs, because we’re sitting inside a law office.” He stood with a smile, scooting around the office desk, stopping and leaned down into her eardrum with a whisper. “Go and see Woody. He’ll fix’ you up good. I promise.”

I stood with a confused brow in silence.

Jorge gently led Nadean to the closed door with a smile and a nod in silence too.

The door opened.

Dee Woody lived down a lonely wing of the office building on the fourth floor which was well-lighted and filled with an assortment of golden tinted framed pictures of posters and plaques of old public relations awards from a long time ago.

I tapped over the carpet, smelling fumes of cigarettes from the office of Woody that drifted down and into the empty and quiet hallway. I did not smoke, so the odor disturbed my nose and my lips.

Woody was older than planet Earth with a lean skeletal form as his skin drooped down from the bones of white. He did not suntan within the hot golden sands of South Florida either and was always present with a cigarette in a left hand. The right hand worked a free-standing calculator or a sharpened number two pencil as he was a Last Will and Testimony lawyer at the law firm.

The door was opened.

I entered and sat inside a lonely chair with a blank face. My nose filled with smoke. My mind was dizzy with confusion. Woody continued to smooth the nasty cigarette, without looking up see his new guest. I softly said to his balding skull. “Jorge advised me to seek your guidance, Mr. Woody.”

He slid a wrapped tiny package over to her, without viewing Nadean.

I stared at the tiny package and stood, reaching down and grabbed it, folding the tiny package into the business jacket, back stepping and turned, leaving the office of Dee Woody to return back home to OT.

 

 

10:26 a.m.

Home of Nadean and her son OT

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

I had always heard that things happened in threes or three strikes or three rings of a household telephone.

OT grabbed the telephone landline inside his private bedroom, admiring his new child-man gifts from his mother with a smile.

I did not disturb OT, since I sat at the office desk inside the living room, fixing some legal documents with a grin and a giggle of my victory over the teenly hormones.

OT exited his bedroom and stood inside the hallway archway with a worried brow. “Mama, Dad’s on the line.”

I typed with a stern face on the computer. “Take a message.”

He frowned. “Dad’s in trouble. Please take it.”

I sat back inside the office chair with a deep sigh, reaching forward and tossed an arm with a sur frown, grabbing the landline telephone next to the computer and lifted it into the air. “Okay,” I listen to the other end without a greeting to the former husband Winfred.

Paused and listened to the voice of Winfred on the telephone.

I giggled with a grin into the receiver. “You’re in jail, Winfred. That only means one good thing you killed Sevilla in cold blood.”

Paused and listened.

I smiled. “O. The other good thing, you hit her eyeball or her upper lip. Was there lots of blood on the kitchen floor,” giggling.

Paused and listened.

I frowned. “You’re in jail for reckless driving. Jeezus, Winfred, I can lie better than that. How fast were you speeding?”

Paused and listened.

“Eighty-five, I drive faster than that and never get catch, sir.”

OT moved ahead and stood over the silver tinted hair roots of Nadean with a sour frown, “Mama.”

I giggled with a grin, feeling the tallness of heat behind my rear skull with a sigh, “The child’s worried about you. So, you call me to…”

Paused and listened.

“Bail your ass out of jail. Bring five hundred dollars to county jail on Arrow Road right now. It’s fucking ten in the morning, Winfuck. Do you know that this is my day off from work spending time with my child?”

Paused and listened.

“You got a wife, ask her pretty please to pay bail your ass…?”

Paused and listened.

I giggled with a grin, “Bailed on you, man, she’s smart for a ho…”

Paused and listened.

I smiled. “Come on that one was a given. Fine, you son’s nodding his approval.”

Paused and listened.

I giggled with a grin on the receiver. “Pay back, I mean pay me back. Yeah, you can pay me back for the five hundred dollars later, Winfred.”

Paused and listened.

I shook my curls. “Naw, I’ll find it. I can read the road signs for both streets and numbers,” giggling. “O. I got a great idea you can see your son since…”

Paused and listened.

“Fine,” I released and reached over, hanging up the telephone with a sour frown and a matching tone, “Asshole.” I exhaled with a puff of annoyance, looking up with a stern face to see the ceiling that represented heaven inside my mind. “Please forgive me, son, and Father of Brother Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and all my angels that like to gossip about sinful me.”

“Mama,” He continued to stand over the hair roots of Nadean, crossing both biceps with a sour frown.

I looked down at the office desk surface and stood, leaving the legal work idle, scooting away from the office desk, spun around and shake my curls, moving toward the bedroom for my purse with a sour frown and a matching tone. “I can’t help my angry, OT. It just happens like horse shit hitting at fan paddle.”

OT back stepped from Nadean, spinning around, following her back spine with a sour frown and a matching tone. “I love my dad. You need to be more kind like Brother Jesus and the way that He teaches inside my Sunday school class at our church. I don’t like seeing my dad hurt emotional or harmed physically. Do you understand me, Mama?” He overtook and scooted around her, blocking Nadean before the master bedroom archway with a stern face. “I am coming with you to the jail building. You don’t need to go alone.”

“Naw,” I shook my curls, moving around my tall son with a sour frown, entering my bedroom, without stopping and grabbed the designer handbag that contained a wallet of money and a set of car key, swinging around with a frown.

He moved forward and blocked the master bedroom archway with a stern face and a nod, crossing both biceps with teen business, “Yes, Mama.”

I stood with a worried brow to him. “Is my baby angry at his mama for being mean and rude to his daddy while visiting a jail cell for fun?”

OT exhaled with a huff of annoyance and spun around, moving ahead over the floor to the opposite far wall with a side door that led into the laundry room and finally into the garage door.

The door opened and remained wide open for entrance into the laundry room.

He moved ahead.

I moved ahead with a sour frown and a matching tone to the same wall and the same open door, shaking my curls with shouting fury. I didn’t close the door either, since the garage was always locked and secured from thieves and Winfred. “OT, your dad ruins every one of my weekends, because his social plans change fasting then a baby’s piss. So I comply. Then your dad demands to see you every major holiday, including Christmas day. We can’t visit my family in Alabama, because you are required on Christmas afternoon with his blood-kin folks in Palmton.”

I marched alone through the well-lighted laundry room with the washer and the dryer unit that was running and cleaning our dirty clothes. OT continued to move ahead in silence fury. I moved ahead and yelled, following behind his back spine.

The garage door open and stay opened

He moved and entered the old van, slamming the passenger door shut with a sour frown.

I entered though the open archway into the garage, moving and stopped with a deep sigh of frustration, standing in front of the driver’s closed door. I open the door and slid inside the van with a sour frown in silence, not wanting to upset my son anymore.

OT reached and webbed onto the safety belt with a snort and a sour frown, staring ahead through the clean wind shield. “You don’t even wanna see your blood-kin family in Bama, Mama. And Uncles Vester and Vassar with their partners come here visiting, gift giving, and taking us to Fun World in the city of Orlando, since I was four years old. I love going there with you and them, Mama. My Christmas celebrates for the entire month of December. Please don’t trash my dad and his family whilest around me.”

I exhaled with a puff of annoyance, cranking the cold engine of the van, warming the engine and back out of the garage, steering to the jail house in Palmton, where I was familiar with also.

 

 

11:02 a.m.

City of Palmton (36 miles north of Miami)

House of Winfred and Sevilla Sims and fourteen year old Juan

Driveway setting

 

 

OT and I had driven uncomfortably toward the jail house in silence, collecting Winfred after paying out five hundred dollars to the police department. The ride inside the van was more uncomfortable silence toward the house of Winfred and his second wife Sevilla.

I pulled and stopped the van into the driveway with a stern face, not killing the engine.

The rear passenger car door opened.

Winfred mumbled. “Thanks.” He slid out and stood, moving ahead to the house, wearing a brown colored business suit with a sour frown.

I watched the back spine of Winfred. He entered his house. OT and I sat inside my sports car in silence.

OT turned with a sour frown to see the nose profile of his mom Nadean. “I’m staying with my dad tonight, protecting him from Sevilla’s goddess wrath. She’s a vicious vamp when he’s in trouble. You can object but I stay with my dad, anyways. My dad needs the tender loving care, since Sevilla’s a total bitch.”

I continued to stare with a stern face at the closed front door of the house. “I forbade you to do this, OT.”

OT turned and frowned at the closed front door of the house too. “Why, Mama? So you can hurt me or my dad?” He turned and frowned at her nose profile in fury. “You’re still very angry and mad and hurt from the divorce, ten years ago, Mama. You have been divorced for ten years. Get over it, girl. Grow up, Mama. Get a life. Get a husband. Get a boyfriend. Get married,” exhaling, “Then maybe, you would be nicer to everyone.”

I turned with a smile and reached out, patting his arm as OT jerked a body to the door with a sour frown. I smiled with a nod. “I’m nice to you.”

He reached down and grabbed the door handle, cracking open the passenger car door with a sour frown. “I’m not everyone, Mama. You need to see a doctor or something. My dad goes to one, every week. You can, too. Get some professional medical help,” he slid from the car seat, standing.

The door car closed without slamming.

OT jogged ahead to the front door of the house.

I turned and frowned at the back spine of OT. He stomped and stood inside the open arms of his dad with a smile, without giving his mom Nadean a kiss or a good-bye or a hug. I felt both shitty and upset.

I had driven up here to Palmton from Miami, spending my five hundred dollars for the bail money and then another five hundred dollars for an impound fee to release Winfred’s sports car that had been captured during his joy ride on the local interstate while silently cussing out Winfred’s juvenile behavior.

OT debated with his mom the entire time. As I thought that my son would be a great lawyer one day like me. I loved my son more than my life. I could not help the angry, but I must try to learn to deal with it now.

I backed the van from the driveway, steering toward the roadway, slowly driving home with my sad thoughts of my son OT.

 

 

1:02 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Nadean and her son OT

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with light rain at ten percent precipitation

 

 

I arrived at my home, parking inside the garage, sliding out the car without slamming the door with my heavy thoughts, turning and marched through the laundry room. The washer had stopped with the cleaning process. I side stepped and removed the dried clothes from the dry and down into an empty basket to fold later and then the wet clothes from the washer and down into the dryer, pressing the start button with a set of my heavy thoughts of my son OT.

I back stepped and turned with a worried brow, moving through the well-lighted hallway, through the open archway, slamming the door shut with a foot and marched ahead over the clean tile floor.

I stopped and stood inside the wall corner, grabbing the telephone book, flipping the pages and stopped. My manicured pink-polished fingernail pressed down a dull white colored page with a physician listing for a psychologist, helping with my angry issues. I stopped at the first name and reached down, lifting the receiver and dialed first telephone number with a stern face. “Hello. My name is Nadean Sims. I would like to make an appointment to see Dr. Doleey.” I dropped the telephone book back down, resting over the television cabinet surface.

Paused and listened to the soprano voice on the other end of the landline telephone.

I gasped, “Today? Today, you have an opening for an appointment to see Dr. Doleey, today. This afternoon at two pm. Wow, you offer good service, good speedy service. Well, I guess, I’m available to attend. Where is your office located exactly?”

Paused and listened.

I reached down and picked up the ink pen, scribbling down all the information on the tiny notepad. The items rested next to the telephone for any emergency or new information. I smiled on the receiver, “Your office complex is off of US Highway One which is near the Hamburger Hut, across from the Empress Gas Station. Yes, I do know the location. Yes, I’ll park inside the parking deck of the garage and follow the signs to the fourth floor. Yes, you’ll see me there at two sharp. Thanks so much.” I reached down and hung up the telephone, lifting the receiver and redialed my law office with a smile. “Hello. This is Nadean. I’m dropping off some legal contracts this afternoon. Are there any last minute office meetings on the schedule for me?” I dropped the ink pen, ripping out the paper slip from the notepad for my new appointment with a psychologist to heal my angry issues. I reached down and slid the slip of pocket down into the blue jean skirt.

Paused and listened.

I nodded with a grin, “Good, I will not be available this afternoon for any meetings. Thank you.” I gently lowered the receiver, disconnecting the telephone call, back stepping and turned, moving into my master bedroom to refresh my attitude and my body, before visiting with the new psychologist, helping with my angry issues like my loving son OT suggested.

 

 

City of Miami

2:02 p.m.

4th floor physician office

(6 miles west of Nadean’s house)

Psychologist office setting of Dr. Anthony Doleey

 

 

I had parked inside the four story gray colored garage building, following the slip of paper and the neatly decorated white and black marked signs to the fourth floor and the office of Dr. Dick Doleey.

The office door opened.

I entered and stopped, standing in front of the open receptionist desk without a smiling receptionist with a puff of nervousness. The office door slowly closed behind the back spine of Nadean. I reached out and slammed the tiny bell numerous times for attention with a puff of nervousness.

A side door opened on the forward wall.

A short and fat ugly nurse in white clothing stood inside the archway with a sneer, looking Nadean up and down with a sour frown. “Follow me,” she spun around, moving down an empty hallway and stopped at the end of the hallway, standing in front of a closed door. She knocked two times and then opened the door.

I moved ahead with a puff of nervousness.

A tall overweight man with a head of light brown colored hair sat behind a round conference table inside a single conference sitting chair against the side wall. The office held an executive desk in the middle of the room with two sitting chair in the front. The other side wall held a wall of book shelves with numerous books. Behind the desk, there was a set of closed draped that could have seen the pretty blue sky and the yellow sun, but not here, today at two p.m.

The nurse closed the door, leaving the business office.

He stared at Nadean without standing and pointed with a smile down at an empty chair which was across from his seat at the small round table with a tenor voice and a nod. “Welcome, I am Dr. Doleey.”

“I’m Nadean Sims,” I stopped and sat down into the pulled out chair with a fake smile and a puff of nervousness, placing both hands into a lap. I felt nervous doing this, but I loved OT. OT believed that this visit or treatment or session would make his mom Nadean, making her a different person.

He nodded with a smile to Nadean. “Your accent is different, not Spanish, but very smooth and flowery…”

“Southern twang from Alabama,” I giggled with a grin of nervousness.

He touched and slid a white tinted and blank single sheet of legal paper across the almost empty table surface toward Nadean with a smile and a nod, “A Bama Belle, how delightful? Draw me a picture, Bama Belle?”

“Beg pardon,” I looked down with a confused brow to see a blank sheet of legal paper.

He pointed to the small box of colored crayons on her left side with a smile and a nod. “I have all my new clients draw a picture of their emotions, if you want to reason an excuse. The picture helps me concentrate on your focused negative energies.”

I lifted both hands and reached out, snatching the single sheet of paper with a confused brow and a nervous mumble, staring at the blank page of the paper. “Okay, I’m not an artist.”

He pointed down at the paper with a smile and a nod to her silver tinted hair roots. “While you sketch your emotions, using any different colored crayon, please describe the picture that reflects them to me.”

“Okay.” I reached over and snatched u the small box, opening the lid and selected a blue crayon, slamming the tip of the newly sharpened blue, drawing a box shaped with a triangle rooftop with a smile and a nod. “This is my house,” giggling at the silly childish picture.

He stared down at the upside down childish drawing with a smile and a nod to her hair roots. “Blue is a calming color. You feel comfortable and secure in your house.”

I stared down with a smile at the blue house, “Yeah.”

He stared down at the upside down childish drawing with a smile and a nod to her hair roots. “Please, elaborate you feelings while you draw, expressing joy, angry, sadness, happiness, studious, wise, or dumb that you want to communicate to me.”

I looked up with a sour frown to see his brown colored hair roots. “Dumb?”

He pointed down at the upside down drawing with a smile and a nod. “Is that a feeling that is reflected inside your home?”

“Ass…” I giggled at his hair roots. “No, I’m just feeling the swing of the rhythm in our psychologist session. That’s all.”

He looked up with a smile and a nod to see Nadean. “You have expressed a wonderful blue for calming. Let’s counter that opposite feeling of storming with another color on the picture.”

I looked down and snatched a red crayon from the open box of colors, leaning over the paper, drawing a parallelogram shape of three story type house with a big triangle rooftop. I lifted upright with a sneer and pointed the crayon tip at the childish drawing with a smirk and a nod. “This is the former husband’s house.”

He stared down and studied the upside down childish drawing with a stern face and a serious tone. “I can see your direct anger, fury, madness in the drawing. His house is both larger and bolder than your house in both physically and mentally strengths.”

I looked up with a grin and a nod to see his stern face. “I’m stronger.”

He smirked. “Not if you need counseling, you are not. This is why you have come to me, Bama Belle. Draw a vertical line, running down between the two houses.” Nadean tossed the red one down over the table surface, reaching over and grabbed a new crayon, drawing a wickedly crooked yellow line between the blue box and red box. He nodded with a smile. “Very good, the pathway is both treacherous and vile along with extreme cautious, since you have chosen the yellow color.”

I giggled with a grin, lifting and wiggled the crayon near a smile to him. “It’s just a yellow color.”

He pointed down with a smile and a nod to the childish drawing. “Good, we have identified the stage. Let’s picture the actors.”

I tossed the yellow crayon, reaching over and grabbed a green crayon, drawing two human figures in the form of straight sticks, since I could not draw worth a lick.

The first stick was a woman with a round skull, a pair of two straight arms, a set of two straight legs, a pair of two rounded shoes, wearing a triangle dress with a big green smile on a face. The second stick was a male with a round skull, wearing a baseball cap with a pair of two straight arms, a pair of trousers with a set of two sneakers and a big green colored smile.

He nodded with a smile at the childish drawing. “Very good, this is you and your son. By selecting the earthy tone of green, it represents Mother Nature. This shows me that you deeply care and nurture your child and think about him all the time like nature. Mother Nature is all around us all the time. And your son is the growing tree and you represent the water, clouds, and sun.”

I smiled down at the green-colored drawings with a nod. “I love my son.”

He smirked down at the childish drawing with a nod. “Draw hell.”

“If you insist?” I tossed the green crayon over the table surface near the tiny box and reached out, grabbing a hot pink crayon with my fingers, and leaning down over the paper with a smirk. I drew a female with a big oval skull, a pair of straight pink colored big lips, a set of big hips, and a pair of two straight and fat arms inside a big triangle dress. I tossed the pink colored crayon, reaching out and grabbed a new one. I added a second figure of a male next to the female in the human outline of orange tint with a square skull, a pair of open lips, a set of two straight and fat arms, coming out of a boxy shirt, a pair of trousers, and a pair of tied dress shoes.

He nodded with a smile at the childish drawing. “This is absolutely fascinating as I translate here. She is obviously a female and his new wife and the stepmother to your son. She has an oval head, instead of a round, or square one which clearly represents the egg, which clearly translates into an egghead or smartness. Is she smart?” Doleey looked up with a smirk to see the hair roots of Nadean.

I looked up with a confused brow to see his smirk. “Don’t know.”

He winked with a grin. “She must be to steal your man. Score one for her, Bama Belle. She has a loud voice for being opinioned and overweight, if I read the picture correctly, or maybe that’s ugliness. Finally, you selected the color hot pink for hot tempered and over wrath-ness of angry and madness. Good job, Bama Belle! The male is your ex-husband and is painted in orange. Another interesting color selection, orange isn’t red for angry and isn’t pink for gentle but in-between the color scenes. He can be reasonable one minute then irrational the next.”

I nodded with a grin, “Exactly.”

He stared down with a smile and pointed down at the childish drawing. “The pictures never fib. The stick person is your typical male, but you drew ties on his shoes. He has expensive taste and must wear expensive clothes. Clothes make the man. Hmm, I can clearly focus on your negative emotions with the ex-husband and his new wife. You should avoid them at all costs.”

I shook my curls with a sour frown. “I can’t do that.”

He smiled. “Yes, of course, the child, your son has interaction with his father on a daily basis or weekend scenario.”

I nodded with a stern face. “The intent of visitation started out every other day but his father works long, long hours and comes home which is passed my son’s bedtime. It has drifted into every other weekend, if his father can break from his working job.”

He stared down with a nod and a smile, tapping on the childish art work. “Where is your work within the picture?”

I tossed the orange one over to the box with a giggle and reached out, grabbing a purple crayon. I leaned down and drew a tall triangle, tossing the crayon over the table surface, scooting up the paper and held it in front of my breasts with a nod and a grin.

He looked up with a puzzled brow to see the childish art work of Nadean. “You drew a triangular prism in the color purple. This is very troubling.”

I slammed the paper down over the table surface, looking down with a confused brow to see my slick but sick childish art work “What do you say that, sir?”

He reached over and tapped on the purple colored triangle with a stern face and a serious tone. “The color purple represents royalty, which translates into money. Plus, if you add the shape of your work with the triangle, you didn’t use just a simple three equaled sided triangle. You used a two-equaled sided triangle that represents only two of your mental thoughts, which is both money and job.” He looked up with a nod and a stern face to see her hair roots. “Your money and your job are equal components in your life, which is painted by purple, meaning it’s more important than…”

I gasped at the drawing and Dooley. “No, it is not.”

He stared and tapped down on the childish art work with a stern face and a serious tone. “You used the more elaborate triangular prism, which translates into a prison of your fear of job and money. This means you don’t have enough money and want more money for personal…”

I stood with a sour frown and a matching tone, pointing down at the childish art work. “Look, I used the different shapes on purpose instead of drawing them all the same way, because I am not an artist with good sketching designs. I plucked the simple geometric figures from my former math classes in high school. I could’ve just as well have used a cone for the house and a cylinder for the work. That doesn’t mean, I’m a cone head from the cone or I’m sick of my work for cylinder…”

“Yes,” He nodded with a grin to Nadean. “Actually, these particular math objects translate into those particular emotional feelings. My second psychological evidence is your ex-husband’s shape of a parallelogram for a house compared to your small tiny square, which translates into jealousy of your ex-husband lifestyle. Is he a millionaire by chance?”

I tossed both arms, staring with a sour frown and a matching tone at Dooley. “Gawd, this mental game is really stupid-o,” I looked up with a stern face to see the ceiling, squeezing my eyelashes with a whisper for my eardrums only. “I tried to cooperate, OT. This is really weird,” I looked down with a sour frown and a growl, jabbing a finger at his nose bridge. “Man, you are really weird. I thought I was going to talk about my stuff…”

“Yes,” He pointed down at the childish art work with a stern face and a serious tone. “Your stuff is called issues. You have got a kettle pot overflowing with a set of hot fiery red sauce of mental and physical matters, consisting of angry, sadness, jealousy, revenge, madness, and others that would have to draw out,” chuckling. “Get it. We have to draw out at our next few session under the guidance of a trained psychologist like me.”

I stared at him and jabbed a finger down at my childish art work with a stern face. “Based on art work a child drew in first grade…”

He nodded with a smile to Nadean. “Art is the purest expression of emotion. You have drawn your emotions. You need to deal with this child’s drawing, because you are the child inside the art work. Your attitude proves that to me in this session, alone. Speaking of money, how are you paying for your first drawing session with me? Today, the session is two hundred dollars for the first psychological session.”

“Cash,” I squatted down to the floor with a stern face, reaching for my handbag, pulling out the wallet and stood, opening the wallet and lifted up a wad of cash money.

He looked down with a stern face, studying the childish art drawing of Nadean. “You don’t have health insurance.”

I counted out the money in a set of numerous twenty dollar bills with a smile. “Yes, I have great health insurance. I elect to use cash.”

He shook a skull at the childish art work of Nadean. “I do not take cash. I require payment of a cashier’s cash, a personal check, a business check, a credit card, or a health insurance card. Cash could lead to abuse and fraud…”

“…and only if’an you don’t give me a receipt for your medical professional services from my cash payment for a clinical service. I got burned using my health insurance card by another psychiatrist for double-dipping down into the insurance company. I normally don’t write out a set of bank checks, electing to pay with cash as many circumstances as possible,” I leaned down and counted out the money into two hundred dollars for him with a smile.

He looked up with a confused brow to see her hair roots. “If’an, what type of terminology is that from?”

“Southern,” I slid the cash pile of money with a grin and a giggle across the empty table surface, stopping in front his placement at the table, standing upright with a stern face.

He looked down with a confused brow to see the cash pile of money and Nadean. “You use a payment method of cash instead of checks. What about a credit card? Do you own one?”

I looked down and pointed down to the pile of cash with a smile and a nod, “Yes.”

He reached out and scooped up the pile of cash, re-counting it with a stern f ace. “I will take the money, honey and run. I do not want to waste my precious medical services on someone like you. You have a set of very serious mental issues directly from your nasty divorce and related to your greed of money. I strongly suggest another psychologist to help you Ms. Sims for the welfare and protection of your only little boy before you do something violent.”

I back stepped from the table, the psychiatrist and the cash, turning and moved toward the closed door with a grin and a giggle, “Whatever, Quack-doctor.”

The door opened.

I left the room, turning and moving down the hallway for home.

The door closed.

 

 

Monday July 22nd

8:08 a.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Nadean and her son OT

Florida room setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine and parted clouds

 

 

The sports car slowed and halted, parking inside the driveway of her house. The four occupants slid out the car, gently shutting a car door, swinging to the front door of the house with a stern face. Each occupant moved up the brick stairs one at a time.

The door was opened.

Vester entered the house first with a stern face, saying to his sister Nadean. “Our mama didn’t come, Sis. She doesn’t want to see you lose OT in a court of law, today.” He moved into the room and stopped, spinning around to see the nose profile of his sister Nadean.

I stood at the side of the open archway of the house, greeting each brother and their partner for a business jaunt, not a social visit. Winfred had taken Nadean into family court for a second time for some sucky reason. Honestly, I was totally clueless about the contempt charge, since I had been really nice to Winfred. However, he had back-stabbed Nadean again, trying to possess OT for a second time.

Vester exhaled with a stern face, spinning around to see the noise and OT. “Our daddy or our sister Dorcee didn’t wanna come either.”

I looked up with a smile to see the ceiling. “There is a loving God.” I looked down with a grin and leaned over, closing the door, after the last guest entered, slamming it shut with a smile. I turned and moved into the room with a stern face and a set of nerves.

OT moved from the kitchen, stopping and blocked both Vester and Vassar from advancing into the room with a grin, extending a hand shake and then a hug, pulling back with a smile and a nod. “Hey, ya’ll. Good to see ya’ll, again. Sorry, I messed up the summertime schedule.”

Vassar lifted an arm into the ceiling, measuring OT with a smile, “OT, you’ve grown another two inches since Christmas.”

OT stood up on a pair of tip toes with a smirk, measuring his height against his tall uncle. “Taller than ya, man,” he dropped down and turned, slamming a fist into the bicep of Tank with a chuckle and a grin, titling a chin to the side of the wall. “Hey, ya’ll. Let’s go work out on my equipment while my mama updates Vester and Vassar about this stupid trial over me.” OT spun around, moving ahead into the kitchen and down to the guest bedroom, where all the workout equipment was located.

Tank, Duke and OT left the Florida room.

I stared ahead at the far wall with a worried brow, “The grand prize…”

Vester spun around with a frown at Nadean, side stepping and sitting on the long sofa. “You look nervous, Nadean.”

I moved ahead to the same long sofa with a nervous tongue tick and a nervous tone, turning and sitting beside Vester on top of the sofa, “Noot.”

Vassar turned and sat on the opposite side inside the second sofa across the low table with a smile and a chuckle, “Yes, remember when I told ya that you won’t win the beauty pageant because of stage fright, because your voice would mice squeak in piccolo when nervous.”

I looked at Vester and Vassar, sounding with a nervous tone, “Noot.”

Vassar chuckled at her. “What did you do, this time, Nadean?”

I looked down with a worried brow to see my manicured hands, exhaling with a puff of nervousness, “Something illegal.”

Vester leaned over and hugged his sister with a wink at his twin brother. “Well, just finger point to the dead body, then me and Vester will dig it up. You’re not too bright burying it in Miami. The soil elevation level is too low for an illegal burial. Once you hit sand, you hit water, then the body floats across the waves,” chuckling with Vassar.

I pulled back from the sisterly hug with a sour frown, “Asshole, I don’t murder Winfuck,” giggling.

Vester chuckled and shook a red colored buzz cut with a smile and a chuckle. “Too bad, a murder is a solo act. At the end of it all, one person only knows, since the rest are blinded-witnesses.”

I reached over and popped his bicep with a sour frown. “Ya sick, Vester.”

Vester winked with a grin. “My mate thinks so, too.”

I giggled with a grin. “Gawd, no more bedroom jokes, I might get embarrassed from hearing all your wild thing experiments.”

Vester grinned. “We’re passed experimentation. I thinking of writing a novel on the perfect gay thing.”

I smiled. “Sign my book copy please.”

Vassar frowned at the nose profile of Nadean. “So you didn’t murder Winfuck, because you are fighting with him in a court of law over OT again.”

Vester winked at Nadean with a smile. “So you committed an illegal act that at least two people know. Where do the suckers live? I carry concealed with my gun permit which is good in all fifty continental US States plus the American territories,” chuckling.

I smiled with a nod. “I carry concealed, too.”

Vassar chuckled. “That’s right. You were always a good shot when not pissed off, too badly.”

I turned and frowned at each brother, “Thanks, my brothers. I am nervousness that I will not lose OT ever.”

Vester turned and nodded to Vassar. “That’s why me and Vassar flew down to Miami from Bama, Sis.”

 

 

9:19 am.

Downtown Miami location

Miami-Dade Courthouse

Family Court Division

Court square setting of Nadean versus Winfred

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of sunshine

 

 

I drove my sports car with Vassar inside the passenger seat. Vester followed inside the rental sports car sometimes too close behind with OT inside the passenger seat, shouting for a race between the two sports cars.

I stopped and parked inside the garage building, scooting out of the car, leading through the courthouse building into a new courtroom, hearing the horse playing between the five people behind my ass. I entered the courtroom first, seeing the rear skulls of grayish-brown headed Winfred, his black haired wife Sevilla, and blonde haired new lawyer.

OT stopped and stood in the middle of the courtroom aisle with a chuckle, turning and moved through the row, sitting inside the last row with Juan, the biological fourteen year old son of Sevilla. The two boys were not blood-kin but grew up as a set of semi-brothers within the household of Winfred and Seville for the past ten years, since the age of four years old.

The father of Juan lived in the metro city of Miami, commuting to see his father when OT was with his mom Nadean.

Vester led his brother Vassar, his partner Tank and Duke to the first row inside the court gallery, sitting directly behind Nadean for love and support. He turned and sneered at the rear skull of Winfred.

I moved ahead with a nervous stomach, strolling through the swinging doors, turning and sat down at the defense table for a second time with a sour frown and a worried heart as a defense lawyer, again.

The side door opened and remained open.

The bailiff exited into the court square, stopped, standing in the middle of the room with a stern brow to face the court gallery. “Please rise for the judge.”

The court gallery stood for the judge.

The judge entered the court square and sat down into the chair and reached over, banging the gravel over the polished bench surface, turning and looked with a stern face to see Winfred with a new sleazy attorney named Gene Framme. Then he turned with a stern face to see Nadean who sit alone at the defendant table. “Sit down, please. Where is your attorney, Ms. Sims?”

The court gallery along with the prosecution table sat down in silence.

I continued to stand with a nod and a stern face to the judge. “I am a licensed attorney in the State of Florida, Your Honor.”

“What is your specialty…”

“T…”

The judge reached over and slammed the gravel over the bench surface, staring with a stern face at Nadean. “I am not finished speaking, Ms. Sims. In my courtroom, I rule. I will ask a series of questions and expect a series of answers to continue the flow the valuable datum and control the boring lectures from the lawyers which isn’t needed for my decision. Do you understand, Ms. Sims?” She nodded in silence. The judge lifted and pointed the gravel with a stern face at Nadean. “What is your specialty in law? If your specialty is not child custody law, please do explain how it is related? Finally, do you feel that you require your own attorney as the defendant in this child custody hearing? If so, then I can postpone this hearing until such time.”

I said with a stern face and a nod. “My specialty is law taxation, not related to child custody law in any form as seem from a court of law. I don’t feel that I need further representation in defending my person in this case. I respectfully request that you please continue with the hearing, Your Honor.”

He frowned. “Ms. Sims, I want to point out candidly that this isn’t a tax case but a custody case which determines the best interest of your son and is directly related to your joint custody of Orion Tanner Sims. I hope you are not doing this to keep from paying out the five thousand dollars for an attorney.”

I grinned, “I’m paying the five thousand to myself, Your Honor.”

The judge turned and exhaled to see Winfred and Nadean. “Each of you will be allowed to call forth any and all eye witnesses as needed for the contempt claim challenging the current custody of Orion Tanner Sims. You, Mr. Sims must prove to me as judge. There was a valid court order of custody that she knew about the order and then deliberately disobeyed it. Do you understand me, Mr. Sims?”

Framme stood with a smile and a nod, wearing a bright aqua colored business suit with a yellow tie, “Yes, Your Honor.”

The judge frowned at Winfred. “Do you understand me, Mr. Winfred Sims?”

Winfred did not stand, saying with a sour puss brow, “Yes, Your Honor.”

The judge nodded with a stern face. “Please begin, Mr. Framme.”

Framme nodded with a smile. “We are here today to discuss and decide the best interest of the only biological child of Winfred Sims, who is named Tanner Sims. The child is named after Mr. Winfred Sims’ dearly departed great grandfather. We will prove beyond a doubtful shadow that the child’s custodian guardian does not adhere to the set custody and visitation order outlined by the divorce decree. We will begin with the first…”

I stood with a stern face, turning and faced Framme. “Where’s the letter?”

Framme turned and frowned at Nadean, “What?”

I exhaled. “As stated within the Florida divorce court statue, procedure number thirteen, paragraph eighteen, if the numerous verbal discussions with a primary custodian guardian of the child are not productive and thus useless, then a written letter is sent, stating to a custodian guardian that a non-custodian guardian is preparing for some type of legal action, if a custody order is not followed to the proscribed divorce decree as set by the nasty divorced couple.”

Framme reached down and lifted a paper near his smile. “You had received the document on July third on a Wednesday afternoon. I hold a copy with your personal signature, the date, and your witness notary from your personal bank.”

I sat down with a nod to Framme. “I received a contempt lawsuit for a contempt hearing, not a prep letter of World War III from Winfred, the biological father of Tanner Sims.”

Framme turned and frowned to the judge, rattling the papers. “I want to point out that the verbal and written communication between Ms. Sims and Mr. Sims is very poor, violent, convoluted, and confused. Your Honor, the custodian guardian is not adhering to the court-ordered arrangement of custody with their only child named Tanner Sims. As a matter of fact, she is placing their child in documented dangerous situations without proper adult supervision for both her and the child. Therefore, we ask today within this court of law, after hearing the presented and documented contempt complaint, you act in the best interest of the child. And please award full custody statue to the child’s biological father Winfred Sims.”

The judge frowned. “Mr. Framme, the child is a teenager, who is present inside my courtroom by your legal and personal decree. Please reference the child as a teenager. The mother of the teenager is correct. You have presented that the verbal communication between the parents of the teen is very poor and convoluted. Then Mr. Sims should have presented his numerous contempt arguments in good penmanship as handwriting. That is on a sheet of paper with an ink pen, Gene. Therefore, we will proceed very carefully with this contempt charge for change in the custodial child custody. Please call your first witness, Gene.”

Framme nodded with a smile. “The first custody violation for the safety of the teenage is attempted murder…”

I stood, dropping open a mouth, turning to see Framme, “Wait, what? An attempted murder charge has been brought on me by whom.”

The judge frowned. “An attempted murder charge is presented in criminal court, not family court, Gene.”

Framme smiled with a nod to the judge. “If you would entertain my new concept, then I will prove my point.” The judge waved the gravel. Framme turned and smiled at Nadean. “My key witness is Reed Stinger.”

“What?” I swung around to see the door.

The door opened.

Reed Stinger stomped through the open archway, wearing a pair of designer clothing and a set of spiky heels, moving through the swinging door. When Reed passed by the defense table, I smirked with a snigger at her back spine, “Lick me,” giggling.

Her first name was Reed which was similar to a musical instrument clarinet reed, where a musician would lick the sweet favor off the reed before the musician played it. Human Reed was not much different, since a man licked on her reed, before he played it.

Reed was the old neighbor of Nadean from the current neighborhood within Coral Gables, before she was forced to sale her house and moved out, living inside the town of Doral.

I hadn’t visited her since OT was four years old, ten years ago.

Framme back stepped from the prosecution table, side stepping and moved ahead with a smile to see Reed. She sat inside the witness box. He stopped and stood between her and the edge of the bench, so Nadean could see each eyewitness and hear the eyewitness testimony against her.

I exhaled with a puff of annoyance, staring at Reed in silence, twirling the number two around inside my fingers, without the hissing and the finger pointing, since I was a cool lawyer like my hero Tom Sawyer of the fictitious e-novel of “The Quartet.”

Framme stood and showed off his nose profile to both Nadean and Reed, saying with a smile to Reed and Nadean. “Please tell the judge what happened to you on the date of September thirty on a Tuesday morning at nine o’clock in the morning at your personal residence within your personal neighborhood of Coral Gables?”

Reed jabbed a finger with a sneer at Nadean. “Mean and mad Nadean pointed her personal weapon, a loaded shot gun in my face at my front door of my home in Coral Gable. The police came…”

The judge turned and faked a smile at the grayish-blonde hair roots of Reed, since he had heard a string of silly accusations all day long between a set of nasty divorced couples over their children. “When did that event occur, Ms. Stinger?”

Reed continued to jab a finger with a growl at Nadean. “Nadean pointed her personal deadly and loaded weapon, a shot gun in my face ten years ago inside my front door of my house…”

The judge smiled down at the hair roots of Reed. “Do you still live inside that house within the neighbor of Coral Gables?”

Reed turned and smiled. “No…”

“Why not?”

“I moved.”

The judge faked a smile. “Ten years ago, based on my quick math young Mister Sims would be around four years old of age, would you agree with my math skills, Ms. Stinger?”

“Yes.”

The judge turned and smiled with a yell, “OT?”

“Sir…” OT stood from the chair in the last row, waving with a hand and a worried brow for his presence inside the court gallery.

The judge smiled with a nod at OT. “Do you remember Ms. Reed Stinger from your old neighborhood within Coral Gables?”

OT shook his shoulder length silver tinted curls with a stern face, “Naw, not really, sir! I was only four years old.”

The judge smiled with a nod. “It is very nice and a pleasure to meet you, young Mr. Sims. You are just as magnificent in person as on the football field, son. My children, my wife, and I all attended and graduated from Coral Rock High School, also. We are very proud of you and the Coral Rock football team, this year. Hope to see us in the state of Florida playoffs again, next year.”

He nodded with a smile. “Thank you, sir.” OT sat with a grin, elbowing Juan with a chuckle, head bumping with a whisper of secret words.

The judge turned and frowned down at the hair roots of Framme. “Please allow me to ask one more question to Ms. Stinger,” he turned and smiled at Reed. “Was a minor child present at your home during the gunshot incident?”

She shook her curls. “No.”

“Were you hurt?”

“No.”

“Was the mother of OT hurt, harmed, or arrested by you, the police, or another third party?”

“No.”

The judge nodded with a fake smile at Reed. “You are now dismissed and can depart my courtroom…”

“But!” Reed turned with a sneer and a sour frown and jabbed a finger at Nadean. “She pointed a gun in my face.”

The judge turned and nodded to the blonde hair roots of Framme. “Mr. Framme, you will receive two courtroom contempt charges. May I remind that I require only three for a visit to one of the empty jail cells behind my private chamber? Please proceed with your next witness, very carefully.”

Framme leaned over and whispered with a sneer into the face of Reed. Reed gasped in shock and stood with a sour frown, moving ahead toward the open archway which was held open by a courthouse guard. When she passed by the defense table, I smirked with a snigger. “Fuck you, girlfriend.”

Reed didn’t bother to comment, swiftly moving down the aisle and exited the court room.

The door closed.

Framme back stepped and stood in the middle of the court square, seeing both the nose profiles of the judge and Nadean, saying with a smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Winfred Sims have petitioned for sole custody of Tanner Sims, their soon-to-be fifteen year old son, who is currently a sophomore at Coral Rock High School. Tanner was suspended for a fist fighting with three days of detention during the last week of school this pass May before the start of summer session. This court will show and present that violence of Tanner is directly related to the violence disturbance of his mother. And this court asks that Your Honor award Tanner Sims to Mr. and Mrs. Winfred Sims for the best interest and loving care of his growth and maturity as a teenager into adulthood, after the presentation. Thus, I call in defense of Mr. Winfred Sims’ contempt charge Dr. Anthony Doleey, a licensed psychologist for symptoms of depression and clinical mental behaviors.”

The fat overweight pale skinned middle aged adult male wobbled side to side, moving through the set of open doors, down the aisle, strolling through the swinging doors and turned, stopping inside the court square, standing in front of the bailiff. The bailiff said the swearing ceremony with a rushed mumble of soft words. Doleey raised a hand in the air and a placed one on the Bible, saying with a smile and a nod to the bailiff. “I will tell the truth.” He turned and waddled to the eyewitness stand.

I turned and watched his big ass.

Doleey slid a big ass into the witness box and faced Nadean, reaching over and withdraw a folded sheet of paper from the breast pocket of his dull brown colored business jacket, lifted and displayed the childish drawing in front of his shirt with a grin and a nod in silence to Framme.

Framme moved a little closer to the witness box, still standing between the edge of the bench with the judge and the defense table with Nadean, slightly turning a chin, saying with a smile and a nod to Doleey. “Welcome, Dr. Doleey. Please explain the piece of paper in your hands.”

He nodded with a grin. “My newest client, a mentally disturbed Ms. Nadean Sims drew this picture of their emotions.”

The judge turned and frowned down at the hair roots of Doleey. “Lean the drawing into my direction, please.” Doleey twisted to the side. The judge studied the paper with a sour frown. “It looks like a kiddie drawing to me.”

Doleey nodded with a grin to the judge. “This picture expresses the negative energies of my newest client Ms. Nadean Sims in terms vivid colors and mathematical shapes…”

“…like a kid,” the judge turned and exhaled with a huff at the hair roots of Framme. “Please precede, Gene, very carefully.”

Framme nodded with a smile to Nadean and Doleey. “Please explain the mental interpretation of the drawing, Dr. Doleey.”

Doleey nodded with a smile. “The different array of colored crayons current sketch out all her violent emotions which range from fear, angry, sad, mad, hate, and finally to fury. She selected a blue crayon, drawing a box with a rooftop. Blue is a calming color. You feel…”

I stood with a stern face and jabbed a finger at the childish art work. “This feels really weird here, sir. Can the licensed medical professional just summarize the silly drawing in two sentences or less?”

The judge nodded with a stern face to Nadean, “Yes, summarize the drawing please.”

Doleey exhaled with a huff of annoyance, flipping over to see the paper, jabbing a finger at the triangle with a stern face. “The color crayon of purple represents royalty. The theme of royalty translates into money. The shape of the triangle is not a perfect three-equaled sided triangle like a family unit of mother, father, and child. Ms. Sims selected and used a two-equaled sided triangle, representing two mental thoughts of money and job. Her money and her job are equal components in her life which is painted by purple meaning money is more important than her child.” He looked up with a smile and a nod to see Framme and Nadean.

Framme nodded with a smile to the psychiatrist. “Thank you for that excellent presentation, Dr. Doleey,” he turned and winked at Nadean. “You are invited to question Dr. Doleey, if you dare, Ms. Attorney.”

I continued to stand with a puff of nervousness, pressing both hands down the designer business skirt that came from my ex-neighbor Reed Stinger with a grin and a nod. “Good afternoon, Dr. Doleey. Could you or the lawyer please show me the office medical record chart, stating the clinical mental condition of the client, who has drawn that silly childish picture?”

Doleey nodded with a smile to Nadean. “You drew this picture, Ms. Sims. This is my visual recording of your current mental condition when you visited my private office on July fifteen.”

I nodded with a stern face at Doleey. “So, are you telling me here in a court of law and under oath of the Holy Bible that you do not keep any type of written medical chart for each patient inside your private psychological session that maybe might show the name, the address, the city, the state, the telephone number, and the favorite stuffed animal of the client, who has drawn that silly childish picture?”

He smiled at Nadean. “I do not collect any individual name and street address during my private session. I use a patient’s health insurance card for that information. Then my receptionist records all that data for my private psychological work filing records. You met my receptionist the day, the time, and the date that you visited me on July fifteen.”

I smiled with a nod, “Excellent,” I back stepped from the defense table and then shuffled ahead to the witness stand, stopping and stood a few feet from Doleey, standing and studying the childish art work drawing with a stern face and a serious tone. “You said that I visited you inside your private business office on July fifteen. However, you do not have a hard copy medical record to show my attendance…”

“Your Honor,” Framme exhaled with a huff of annoyance, standing and staring a few feet at the back spine of Nadean with a sour frown. “She is leading the witness. I want to call for you to sustain the outrageous imposition on the eye witness.”

The judge turned and smiled at Gene and Doleey. “I do believe that she is leading this discussion down a different street. This is not a criminal case of law. This is family court, Gene. I don’t call for sustain or over rule.” He turned and smiled down the bald spot on the psychologist. “Therefore, please address the question, Dr. Doleey, for my kitty-cat curiosity, too? Do you possess inside one of your office filing cabinets a written medical chart with her name, her city street address, and her favorite stuffed animal?”

Doleey turned with a sigh to see the judge. “I do not possess any written medical chart for Nadean Sims. She visited me on July fifteen at two o’clock and then drew this picture,” he rattled the colorful sheet of paper with a smile and a nod. “This is my medical record chart.”

The judge turned and nodded with a stern face to Nadean. “Please precede, Ms. Sims, very carefully.”

I nodded with a stern face, jabbing a finger at the art work “Yes, sir. Where’s the client’s name on the childish drawing?”

Doleey dropped open a mouth and looked down, flipping over to see the paper with a confused brow. “O well, normally, I don’t insist upon an artist’s signature on the art work…”

“You just explained inside a court of law under Bible oath that this is your client’s mental evaluation by you and your licensed psychology college degree. How do I know that this particular art work belongs to your new client Nadean Sims from July the fifteenth day of this year?”

He looked up with a sour frown to see Nadean, flipping around the paper, rattling the sheet in front of a dress shirt between both hands. “I remember you. I saw you draw this art work. I suggested that you seek professional help with your mental disturbing attributes of angry and fury toward your ex-husband and his new wife, who is also the step-mommy to your biological son.”

I exhaled with a puff of annoyance, shaking my curls. “I did not draw that childish first grade art work.”

He exhaled with a huff of frustration and a nod. “Yes, you did. Your tiny house is in the shape of a square. A square shaped symbol is calming. However, the red house is a parallelogram for hate and angry. You are hostile toward all people, including me, your son, your boss, your former husband, your…”

“Naw, dude!” I shook my curls with a stern face. “I am not hostile. I did not draw that silly picture, because I can’t draw, but I do like to read adventure novels,” smiling.

He jabbed a finger back and forth from Nadean to the childish drawing with a sour frown. “This is your art work when you visited me on July fifteenth.”

I shook my curls. “Naw, man, I did not draw the silly childish art work. I did not visit you inside your office on July fifteen.”

He jabbed a finger at Nadean and the childish drawing with a sour frown. “You drew in the color of hot pink for the smart ass wife of Mr. Sims. You drew your bastard ex-husband Mr. Sims in orange tint for his good taste of expensive material possessions. These are your words, describing your enemies. You drew yourself in green hue for Mother Nature, handling all the elements of sun, wind, fire, and rain.”

I turned and smiled at the judge, shaking my curls, pointing at Doleey. “I think he needs to see a professional, who can help him with the earth, wind, and fire thing. I did not draw this silly art work. I did not visit Dr. Anthony Doleey. I did not leave my house on July the fifteenth, since OT was with his father for that weekend.”

Framme stomped side to side inside the court square a few feet from the ass of Nadean with a furious dance and an angry tone, turning to see the back spine of Nadean. “For Peter’s sake, your son told his father that you had visited a licensed psychologist. He found the business card of Dr. Doleey on the dining room table,” he spun around with a sour frown and spotted OT in the rear of the courtroom. “Tanner, stand up and defend your mother!”

The judge turned and pointed the gravel at OT with a stern face. “Do not answer that question, son,” he looked down with a growl at the hair roots of Framme. “You are not the judge. I am. Do not ever raise a question to another person inside my courtroom, ever, Gene!”

Framme back stepped from Nadean and Doleey with a stern face and slid back down into the first chair of the prosecution table with a nod, “Yes, Your Honor.”

I back stepped with a smirk from the eyewitness box, moving backward and sat down inside the first chair of the defense table with a stern face, watching the judge.

The judge turned and frowned at the bald spot of Doleey. “I am clearly hearing two different testimonies. I don’t know who to believe.”

Doleey jabbed a finger with a sneer at Nadean. “She was in my office on July fifteen and drew this picture in my hand.”

I smiled at Doleey, “Naw.”

The judge continued to look down at the bald spot of Doleey. “Dr. Doleey, you do not possess a hard copy medical record chart which is usually required by a licensed clinician, except you’re a psychologist, not a medical psychiatrist. You claim Ms. Sims draw that silly art work piece but her name is not on the sheet of colored paper. So you collect the names and the addresses from a patient’s health insurance card.”

Framme stood with a smile and a nod to the judge and the psychologist, “Excellent detective work, Your Honor. Dr. Doleey, we will contact your business office and then request a copy of Ms. Sims’ insurance card, which also will clearly prove her medical visitation to your office on June fifteen. Your Honor, at the request of my client and Dr. Doleey, may we please have a telephone moved into the courtroom to end this ridicule masquerading maneuver by a mental disturbed custodian guardian.”

The judge turned and nodded with a stern face to the bailiff, “Granted. Bailiff! Please arrange for a telephone line to come inside my courtroom, right now.”

Doleey looked down with a worried face to see the colorful art work and returned a pair of worried eyeballs to see Nadean. Nadean lifted and waved with the number two pencil near her smile. He gasped and turned with a worried brow to see Framme. “O dear! Mr. Framme, there is no health insurance card information inside my private office.”

Framme advanced ahead to the eyewitness box, shaking a skull with a confused brow and stopped, standing in front of Doleey. “I don’t understand your statement, Dr. Doleey. You said that all personal information is collected on a patient’s health insurance card during their visit to your office for treatment. Ms. Sims visited your office on July fifteen at two o’clock. You possess her drawing. What is the matter here?”

Doleey turned and jabbed a finger and a sneer at Nadean. “She wouldn’t provide me her health insurance card.”

Framme smiled and spun around with a nod to see Nadean. “Ah! I understand, now. Ms. Sims now has committed a criminal act, not paying for her clinical service. We can sue her ass for that one, too,” he turned and smiled with a nod at Doleey. “Don’t worry, you’ll get her money.”

Doleey shook a skull with a frown. “Ms. Sims paid for your visitation on July fifteen in cash. The sum was two hundred dollars in the dominations of numerous twenty dollar bills.”

Framme frowned. “That is an acceptable payment of clinical services.” Doleey shook a skull in silence.

The judge turned and frowned down at the bald spot of Doleey. “You seemed to have mismanaged Ms. Sims’ visitation from start to finish, Dr. Doleey. She paid you in cash money. Then you must have a paper or an electronic receipt from her medical treatment on July the fifteenth,” he turned and stared at Nadean. “Ms. Sims would have received a paper receipt for her visitation on July fifteen.”

I sat back inside the chair, crossing both arms, shaking my curls at the judge with a grin. “I do not have a paper receipt or an electronic receipt of spent cash for two hundred dollars, since I was not there inside the professional office of Anthony Doleey,” smirking.

Doleey gasped and frowned at Framme. “I didn’t give her a cash receipt. She wouldn’t give me her health insurance card or a personal check. My receptionist left that afternoon. Her son was sick. I am not used to handling the paperwork around my office. She slid money across the table. Then I accepted the cash money for her full payment of her first psychological session. Ms. Sims called me a quack then stormed out of the room.”

“Good fairy tale, sir,” I giggled with a grin at my big victory.

Winfred stood with a sour frown and turned with a sneer, jabbing a finger at Nadean. “See? She visited him. She always called psychologists, quacks.”

The judge continued to frown at the bald spot on Doleey. “Before I release you, Dr. Doleey, as a judge, I strongly advise that you learn the legally required paperwork within your office for every client visitation. You are required to show all collections of monies on your US Federal income taxes. I believe a difficult task when you didn’t possess your client’s name, your client’s address, or your client’s favorite kiddie crayon color. Were your paid to tattle on Ms. Sims here inside my courtroom, today?”

Doleey turned and frowned at the judge. “Paid? I was paid a monetary fee for my professional opinion on her first visitation of her art work drawing on July fifteen for my testimony within the courtroom, today.”

The judge smiled at Doleey. “Good! I heard a confession here. You may leave my courtroom, now, Dr. Doleey.” He turned and frowned down at the hair roots of Framme. “Please call your next witness, Gene.”

Doleey gasped in shock, standing with a sour frown and swiftly exited the courtroom through the open door.

I smiled with a nod into his sour puss face as he passed by the defense table. Dooley only grunted toward the open door.

Framme moved and stopped, standing in the middle of the court square, extending both hands with a frown and a nod to the judge. “Your Honor, I am so sad to report that Winfred Sims with his faithful wife Mrs. Sevilla Sims have found a set of pornography magazines, two packs of cigarettes, and a pint of whiskey alcohol along with a solo joint of marijuana pot. Each single piece of nasty and illegal contraband for a teenager of fifteen years old had been provided to the young Mr. Sims by his biological mother Nadean Sims under her non-motherly direct parental custody. We will prove the set allegations with an eyewitness report directly from the source.”

The judge frowned. “Gene, this isn’t a criminal trial. But we are finally getting to the good stuff. Call your eyewitness, please.”

The door opened.

Framme spun around with a smile to see the open doors, “Jorge Mendoza.”

I stood with a gasp and swung around with a worried brow. Jorge moved through the archway, down the aisle, and strolled through the swinging gates, stopping next to the nose profile of Nadean with a smile. I leaned over with a whisper and a concerned brow into his cheekbone. “I am so sorry, George.”

Jorge winked with a whisper and a smile to Nadean. “Don’t worry about me, chica. I have not done anything wrong, here. But this is going to be really fun. I know Framme from our showed Miami-Dade law school days, a real sleaze bag lawyer with really lousy lawyering skills. Your bastard ex-husband only likes to hang with his kind of scum.” I exhaled with a puff of relief and a nod with a stern face. Jorge moved ahead, turning and stopped, standing in front of the bailiff. The bailiff performed the swearing in ceremony with a set of whispered words. Jorge raised a hand in the air and the other one on top of the Holy Bible, nodding with a smile to the bailiff. “I promise to tell the truth,” he dropped both arms down to the side and turned, moving ahead and slid into the witness box, hanging both arms over the wooden railing with a smile at Nadean.

Framme moved ahead and stopped, standing in front of Jorge, blocking the view of Nadean with a grin and a nod. “Who are you, sir?”

He nodded with a smile. “I am her employer at Prensess and Prensess Law Firm in Miami.”

Framme smiled. “How are you involved in this custody case?”

He shook a skull with a smile. “I don’t exactly know, sir. I was subpoenaed to appear. I am here.”

Framme smiled. “Explain your relationship with Ms. Sims?”

“I am her employer.”

“You are an attorney too. What is your personal and professional relationship with Ms. Sims?”

Jorge smiled, “Nothing personal. She’s a paid professional employee, a consultant. She consults at her home as a translator for both Spanish and French legal contracts for our Spanish and French law clients. That’s all. No court experience is required or needed for this type of legal consulting work.”

Framme smirked. “Do you advice Ms. Sims with her young teenager named Tanner for certain…”

“I did not…”

“Sir,” Framme frowned. “You must allow me to finish my questions, since I am the questioning attorney. You are the invited eyewitness into this courtroom for the contempt charge of abusive child custody. Do you understand me, Mr. Mendez? Please nod your head while I continue.” Jorge smiled. Framme continued to frown. “Have you ever been at the home of Ms. Sims? Do you know her son Tanner Sims?”

Jorge shook a skull with a smile. “I didn’t know the kid. I have seen his picture in the newspaper from the football games. Nadean doesn’t have an office work desk inside our law firm. She performs all her legal work from her home. I’ve never seen her kid in person before today.”

The judge turned and smile at OT, “Young Mr. Sims?”

OT stood with smile and a nod to the judge, “Sir.”

The judge turned and pointed the gravel at the hair roots of Jorge. “Do you know this gentleman?”

OT shook his curls with a stern face, “No sir.”

“Do you know that he is your mother’s employer?”

OT nodded with a stern face. “I recognize the law firm’s name and his proper name. That’s all, sir.”

The judge nodded with a stern face to OT and Jorge. “Very well, you may leave, sir.”

Jorge stood with a smile and a nod to Framme, “Okay.” He moved toward the set of swinging gates and winked at Nadean that everything would be fine.

Framme exhaled with a huff of annoyance, back stepping from the witness stand, moving ahead and stopped, standing beside Nadean. He leaned over and bad breathed over the hair roots of Nadean with a smile and a whisper. “Not only will you lose custody of your precious son, you will be doing some time in the slammer as these southerns like to say.”

I looked ahead to see the middle of the judge’s polished bench and exhaled with a puff of annoyance, feeling the palm of Vester on a collar bone as his palm slapped down for support and lifted for honor of beating the shit outta of Winfred and his sleazy lawyer later.

Framme spun around with a smile and a nod to see the judge. “I call as my next key eye witness Dee Woody.”

The door opened.

I exhaled with a puff of nervousness, looking down with a worried brow at the scratched table surface with a heavy heart, not viewing Dee Woody. This was the reason for the contempt charge of abusive child custody.

Dee Woody had given Nadean three separate marijuana joints, in turn, Nadean gave to her fourteen year old son OT on July fifteen right before Nadean had hauled the ass of Winfred from a prison jai in Palmton for reckless driving.

I had not noted that OT had taken all his man-gifts from with him to visit his father Winfred.

Thus, two separate historical events that had lovingly meshed into one big fucking-ass mess for Nadean.

OT must’ve carried his child-man gifts and then shared with his childish friends within Palmton. Then the parents of the friends had tattled to Winfred.

Dee Woody moved through the archway, scanning the court gallery with a smile, moving down the aisle, through the swinging door and into the court square. He did not bother to acknowledge the hair roots of Nadean either.

I looked up with a worried brow and a heavy heart, watching Woody take the oath and the witness stand, barely breathing.

Woody stopped and stood in place, raising a hand in the air with a grin. The other hand rested on top of a flat Holy Bible with a nod. “I will tell the truth, sir.” He turned and moved ahead, sliding into the witness box, scooting into the back rest with a smile and a nod to Framme.

Framme moved forward and stopped, standing very close to the witness inside the witness box with a smile and a nod. “This is an informal hearing, Mr. Woody. Your Honor, to clarify the eye witness for the plaintiff Ms. Sims. Mr. Woody works for Prensess and Prensess Law Firm as a consultant, also. I find an interesting similar to Ms. Sims, another consultant. He does not in any shape or form represent Prensess and Prensess. However, Mr. Woody had served some of his free time inside a federal prison for possession of a few common illegal substances, including marijuana, cocaine, and other illegal prescribed pharmaceuticals. Therefore, Mr. Woody is not under any police investigation by the Miami-Dade police district. He is a character witness for the defendant Nadean Sims and her alleged illegal action.”

The judge turned and frowned down at the hair roots of Framme. “Let the man answer your question, Gene, before lunchtime rolls around here.”

Framme smirked at Woody. “Yes, Your Honor, I have introduced the character witness for the plaintiff. Mr. Woody, I will remind that you are under the oath of the Holy Bible and our Almighty God inside a court of law within the city of Miami and the US State of Florida. Please address this question most truthfully for the judge and my client Winfred Sims. Did Nadean Sims purchase a single marijuana joint from you at any day or at any night time session between the dates of July thirteen and July eighteen of this year?”

“No.” Woody smiled at Framme.

Framme frowned. “Mr. Woody, I will restate the question for more clarification to the judge and Ms Sims. Did Nadean Sims offer you a wad of money in the form of lump sum pile of cash, a personal check, or a credit card in exchange for the purchasing one single marijuana joint between dates of July thirteen and July eighteen of this year?”

“No.”

Framme leaned over with a tongue of sour breath and a sneer into the smile of Woody. “Mr. Woody, perjury is punishable crime in Florida and…”

“Stop it, Gene.” The judge slammed the gravel over the bench wooden surface with a stern face. “The man’s answer is no. Do you have a second character witness for the question or the contempt charge of child abuse? If so, bring him or her to the eye witness stand, now. I grow inpatient with your silly mind games.”

Framme back stepped with a sour frown at Woody, “No, Your Honor.”

The judge exhaled. “You are dismissed, Mr. Woody.” Woody stood with a smile and exited left the courtroom without acknowledging Nadean. The judge frowned at Framme. “What else do you want to present to the court room, Gene?”

Framme extended both hands even with the floor and spun around with a smile to see Nadean and OT. “I call to the witness box young Tanner Sims.”

I gasped in shock, standing and swinging around to see my son OT. OT stood from the chair with a stern face, moving sideways through the row of people, standing inside the aisle, huffing with a set of nerves.

The judge slammed the gravel over the bench surface, staring down at the back spine of Framme with a sour frown. “Before we lead young Mr. Sims onto the witness stand…” he looked up with a smile and a hand wave of the gravel to see OT. “Son, do not be afraid of me or this courtroom or that prosecution table. This is the way all court proceedings work. I believe that you will find the event, most fascinating.”

OT marched down the aisle with a stern face, moving through the swinging doors and stopped, standing next to his mom Nadean with a worried brow.

I leaned up and gently kissed his soft cheekbone, pulling back with a nod. “Tell the truth inside the witness stand, OT.” I nodded with a fake smile and a heavy heart.

OT looked down with a worried brow to see the floor and his mom Nadean. “But, the truth…”

“Always tell the truth, OT. No matter would the consequences, okay, darling?”

OT nodded with a stern face. “Okay, Mama. I will always tell the truth for you, only.” He turned and moved ahead, stopping and stood in front of the bailiff, placing a hand on the Holy bible and a palm in the air. The bailiff mumbled the swearing ceremony words. OT nodded with a stern face. “Yes sir, I always tell the truth to Almighty God and Brother Jesus.” He back stepped and turned, moving ahead, sliding into the hard chair of the witness box, looking with a stern face to see Framme.

Framme advanced forward and stopped, standing to the side of the witness box, so Nadean could see her son OT. He smiled. “Young Mr. Sims, may I call you, Tanner?”

OT shook his shoulder length curls with a sour frown, “No sir, I am young Mr. Sims to you.”

Framme frowned at OT. “Did you smoke pot on the date of July fifteenth?” OT turned and stared at his mom Nadean, his dad Winfred, and the prosecution lawyer Framme, shifting uncomfortable inside the hard chair. Framme smirked, discovering the truth from the teen, saying with a sour frown. “Young Mr. Sims, I want to remind you that this hearing is about your mother, not you. Of course, while the sale of pot is illegal and the possession of pot can cause jail time for any individual, I want to remind that you are a minor, a child within the eyes of this courtroom and protected by law that requires you to receive adult supervision at all times. I want to remind everyone this court hearing is seeking out the rightness or wrongness of all the adults that are associated with you, young Mr. Sims, who is both the son of Mr. and Mrs. Winfred Sims. I want to remind here. The judge will determine the best interest of the child, who is the biological son of the former Mrs. and current Mr. Winfred Sims. I want to emphasize that you, young Mr. Sims, have placed your right hand on The Holy Bible which represents honesty and truth. Don’t ever be afraid to tell the truth, son.”

OT smiled, “I tell the truth as taught to me by my mama, sir.”

Framme smirked. “Did you puff a joint of pot on the date of July fifteenth?”

OT said with a stern face to Framme. “Yes.”

I held my breath, sitting inside the first chair at the defense table, watching without tears my son OT.

Winfred and his wife Sevilla danced inside an individual chair at the prosecution table, bumping an elbow into each while smiling and chuckling with happiness.

Framme spun around with a smile to see Nadean and then back to OT with a smirk. “You are a minor as seen in the eyes of the court. You quite obviously did not purchase the illegal substance on your own without a set of quick legal ramifications from a local law enforcement officer at a crime scene. Therefore, an adult must have acquired the illegal substance for you, since you have admitted under oath of God that you did smoke on an illegal marijuana joint on the date of July fifteen. Please tell this court, the judge, and your father who provided you the illegal marijuana joint, containing the illegal marijuana which is commonly called pot by the other teens?”

“Juan.” OT turned and stared at Juan inside the last row of the court gallery.

Sevilla stood with a gasp and turned with a yell. “Juan,” she looked at her fourteen year old biological son with written fury on a distorted face. Winfred stood and turned with a gasp to see Juan also.

Framme spun around with a gasp to see the unfamiliar teen and a single row of high school teenagers against the rear wall of the court galley.

I sat inside the chair with a grin and turned, straining a neck muscle to see the rear wall of the court galley, scanning the amusing sight of dancing and cheering teenage males, too.

Juan stood upright from the chair with a grin and bowed down with a fit waist, standing upright with a chuckle and then slid back down into the chair as his chair was between his high school buddies. He tossed both arms into the air as each teen male slapped an ear-popping high-five into an open palm with a loud chuckle that echoed throughout the quiet courtroom.

I swung around with a smile and a snigger to see OT.

OT stared with a smile and a nod at Juan and turned with a wink and a grin to see his mom Nadean with his slick answer.

I was not concerned about the court gallery seeing that sly maneuver from my boy. All eyeballs on each body and each brain were attacking poor Juan both physically and mentally.

OT wiped out the stupid grin from a face and stared at the back spine of his father Winfred.

Winfred spun around with a confused brow to see OT.

Sevilla spun around and slammed the chair back into the wooden railing, jabbing a sneer and a finger at OT, “That boy…”

The judge slammed the gravel on the bench surface with a stern face and a serious tone. “Silence here! I will have silence here inside my courtroom. Everyone, please sit down. That’s a command, not a request.”

Framme swung around and rushed back to the witness box, leaning into OT with a sneer and a sour frown. “Young man, lying under the oath of the Holy Bible is a called perjury which can be assigned jail time in a real prison setting immediately. As a high school student, you do not want any type of mark on your citizenship record which might interference with a future sporting scholarship from a college university.” He stood upright and jerked down the business jacket down from the bowtie, calming a redden face with a growl. “I will ask a second time. Who provided you that single joint of pot? I warn you to tell the truth.”

OT frowned. “The truth is I don’t lie. I’m a southern Florida gentleman as I have been taught by my mom, who practices and preaches her southern manners down here in Florida. And the truth is that bitch, my step-mommie abuses me by starving me, without food, when I visit my dear daddy at his personal house. For some reason, you can ask that bitch, since there is not any food, especially when I’m left alone at night in the darkness house.”

“Lies,” Sevilla continued to stand with a hiss and jabbed a finger at OT.

The judge turned with a sour frown and pointed the gravel at Sevilla with a growl. “Silence and sit down, Mrs. Sims. Do not make me state that twice. Please precede, young Sims.” He turned and stared down at the silver tinted hair roots of OT with a stern face.

OT frowned with a nod. “When I visit my dad, my dad is at work until nightfall. Then he meets Sevilla for dinner. Then I don’t see him until the next morning on Saturday. Sevilla is required to pick me up at the high school, because she was ordered by my dad. Or she does not receive her dress shopping money for the week. Then she dumps me at the house alone without food and supervision. Her son Juan is picked up by his dad who lives in Miami and spends the entire weekend with his dad and his dad’s family while I sit alone and hungry and scared.”

Framme frowned. “Scared, son, you’re almost a man at fifteen years old?”

The judge reached down and slammed the gravel down on the bench surface with a sour frown. “Silence and sit down, Mr. Framme. Do not make me state that twice, either. Please precede, young Sims.”

Framme spun around with a sour frown, moving ahead back to the prosecution table in silence.

OT turned and stared at the face of Winfred. “Then when they come from outside dining with full bellies…”

Framme strolled toward the table with a sour frown and a matching tone, “Your Honor?”

The judge bangs the gravel, “Silence.”

OT nodded with a stern face. “They come home. I hug my dad for two seconds then I am sent upstairs into my bedroom inside his house that is located at the top floor of a three-story structure, most people call an attic. It’s tiny and hotter than hell…”

Framme turned and sat down inside the first chair of the prosecution table with a sour frown at OT, “Your Honor?”

The judge shook a skull with grin and a chuckle at OT. “Hotter than hell, that’s quite an aggregation son.”

OT shook his curls, turning with a stern face to see the judge. “No, Your Honor, it is an understatement. The temperature gets up and over eight five degrees or at night inside that little room. I sweat like a booger and toss and turn, can’t sleep and tired and hungry and irritable all the next day. I just wanna leave and go back home to my mama and her nice home. I discovered that my dad’s expensive house has a separate air condition and heating element for that tiny room, which is not used, when I’m not there due to the expense of money for the high electricity power bill. So Sevilla cuts the air conditioning off, well, actually she doesn’t bother to flip it on before I arrive or during my visit or after my department. The tiny room faces west, the hottest part of the day. Man, at night I sweat. One time, Juan gave me permission to use his private bedroom with the cooling air conditioning unit functioning. So I snuck down from my tiny room and inside there and get catch by Sevilla, who threatened bodily harm on my mama, if I tattled on her and the air conditioning.”

Framme stood with a huff of annoyance, jabbing a finger at OT with a sour frown. “Your Honor, this young boy is fourteen years old and much too young to know fact from fiction with his highly imaginative and creative mind. I request all datum be stricken from the record as I path towards the real issue in this child custody case.”

The judge turned and smiled at Framme. “That was the opposite argument to me for allowing the teenager’s testimony to uncover the truth about the pot smoking and the adult responsible for his academic probation and demise of teen character, a week or less ago. I believe that those were your exact words Gene,” he turned and nodded with a stern face to OT. “Young Sims, please tell the court what words Mrs. Sims describes to you about your mother.”

OT shook his curls with a stern face to the judge. “Your Honor, I’m too ashamed to say those nasty words in public, since my mama has taught me to behave like a southern gentleman, at all times. And I don’t want my mama to hear that filthy stuff going into her precious ears, sir.”

The judge smiled with a nod, “Well said, son! Would you be interested in repeating those filthy words into my ears with a private session in my office?”

OT nodded with a stern face. “I can do that, sir.”

The judge nodded with a smile, “Excellent, we will make it so.”

Framme frowned at OT. “Are you going to punish for the child for filthy language exhibited in this courtroom today, Your Honor?”

The judge smiled at OT. “Good point, Gene. I think I will personally reprimand young Sims for his non-gentleman conduct during the fit of fury,” he turned and frowned at Framme. “Is this good enough for you, Gene?”

Framme exhaled with a huff of annoyance, “Yes, Your Honor.”

The judge smiled with a nod. “Excellent. Mr. Framme, any more questions for young Sims, because this will be your only chance to examine him, again, inside my courtroom?” Framme shook a skull in silence. The judged turned and smiled with a nod to Nadean. “The child custody order will remain in effect until the child turns eighteen years of age along with a monetary increase of child support for an additional three hundred dollars per month as it was requested by the custodian guardian, who had prepared, provided, and attached a new supplement financial statement to her contempt charge.”

Winfred leaned over and hissed into the face of his lawyer. “What the fuck is this, Framme?”

Framme stared down at the scratched table surface with a sour frown in silence.

“Justice,” I stared at the judge and whispered for my eardrums only with a second victory until OT was eighteen years old and ready for college.

Both Vester and Vassar reached over and gently slapped a hand over each collar bone of Nadean with a smile.

 

 

12:02 p.m.

Courthouse parking garage

Sports car setting of Nadean and her son OT

 

 

Vester and Vassar and their partners surrounded and escorted both Nadean and their nephew from the courtroom into the two separate vehicles. Vester and his brother and their partners entered the single rental vehicle, driving away from the courthouse and toward South Beach for a night of partying and fun. They would meet with Nadean and OT tomorrow for lunch.

Nadean stopped and stood by the driver’s door, waving a hand to her twin brothers for the visit with her to the courthouse, turning and entered the sports car.

The door slammed shut.

OT stopped and stood by the passenger door, waving a hand with a smile to his uncles, turning and entered the vehicle.

The second door slammed shut.

OT turned and frowned at Nadean without buckling into the seat. “What’s this all about, Mama?”

I stared with a puff of annoyance at the steering column, without starting the car. “You, OT,” I turned and frowned at him. “You are the trophy prize that your dad wants to capture and hang on the fireplace mantle for the world to see.”

He shook his curls with an angry face. “Cold, Mama.”

“True, OT.” I did not start the cold engine, saying with a worried brow. “Why did you slap my hand when I cussed your dad out the other day?”

He exhaled. “I wanted to give my dad that one chance in hell, showing me that he really is an asshole. I couldn’t do that with you bad rapping into my eardrums.”

I smirked, “Your conclusion, Your Highness?”

OT turned and looked down with a sad face to see his hands. “My dad is grade a-plus asshole.”

“And I am a…”

“…an angel, Mama,” he looked up and turned with a smile to see his mom Nadean then frowned with worry. “Is Juan going to jail?”

I turned to face the wind shield and started the car with a stern face, “No, sweetheart! Juan, your dad, and Sevilla will be thoroughly investigated by State of Florida local chapter of Children Care Agency. The worse that can happen is that Juan’s dad will receive sole custody of him until he is eighteen years old with visitation rights from Sevilla. Does that bother, Juan?” I backed out of the parking spot, steering the vehicle from the courthouse and toward our house in Coral Gables.

OT shook his curls with a smile at the nose profile of his mom Nadean. “Naw, his plan worked perfectly. I helped too. I’m glad that I helped. Juan wanted to live with his dad for years, but Sevilla halted it somehow by blackmailing his dad. Now, that’s all gone.”

“When you visit your dad…”

He shook his curls with a sour frown. “Naw, I ain’t visiting with that bitch, again. My dad can come and see me at your house. We live close by. And he can drop by for his total ten minutes once a week. It don’t make me happy or sad. He only wants money, his real baby son, money. You pulled a bunny rabbit out of your ass, Mama.”

I steered into the city street with an annoyed frown, driving toward our home. “How many times have I insisted that you don’t cuss in front of me, baby boy?”

He grinned at her nose profile. “I lost count. Anyways, you conned my dad out of his first love,” laughing. “Man, you shocked me into a heart attack, Mama. You got hairy balls, Mama. Presenting a motion for more money…”

I steered with a smile and a nod. “Good lawyering…”

“Slick lawyering, I’m going to be a lawyer like you, well, not like you. You don’t really practice the real stuff just read those stacks of papers.”

I drove with a smile. “Don’t knock my stacks of papers. You’re old enough to understand complex math equations. I get paid three thousand dollars for each folder.”

He smiled. “Whoa, really, just reading a piece of paper?”

“I review all the pieces of paper which is sometimes as many as twenty pages of a single legal agreement in Spanish or French for grammar errors. I correct the error and charge three thousand dollars for their little mistake and my big reward.”

He nodded with a smile. “That’s cool, Mama. I’ve finally learned and will never forget that you’re willing to sacrifice all your resources, time, and yourself for me even going to jail. I really appreciate and love you, Mama. But please don’t do murder for me, okay?”

That’s a ten-four and a never ever, boy,” I steered with a grin and a giggle. “I will never do that not even for you. I do follow and live by the Ten Commandments of the Holy Bible.”

He smiled with a nod. “Good.”

I drove with a confused brow. “We’re even, sweetheart. I just don’t understand. Why didn’t Woody turn me into the judge? He lied with his testimony on the witness box.”

He frowned at her nose profile. “Woody lied about what, Mama?”

“He lied about giving me the three marijuana joints.”

“Did you give Woody money, Mama? Did you exchange money for the joint?”

I drove and shook my curls with a stern face. “No, that particular day, I walked into Woody’s office and then he handed me a wrapped green foil without even speaking to me like a secret ritual. I came home without opening the foil and handed it to you, OT.”

He chuckled with a nod. “Woody didn’t do anything wrong or illegal, Mama. He gave you a gift like money or beer or Dee Dee’s cards for food. It’s only illegal to purchased marijuana joints from a drug lord using money. So old man Woody just answered the question truthfully, because my dad’s stupid-ass lawyer only asked if Woody received cash money for the marijuana joints?” He shook his curls, reminding his mom to find the scissors and then whack out his silver tinted shimming locks of wavy hair. OT grinned. “Next time, you wanna make me real happy get me three female bouncy stripers, instead of three skinny joints. Sex acts last longer.”

“OT, no, absolutely not, so go and ask your uncles for that entertainment tickler?” I turned with a red face into the driveway of my house, entering the garage and killed the engine.

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:53 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a right wrist, slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body. My mental mind continued to daydream away the clicking time and the physical pain, concentrating and reliving some specific moments of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Forty seven years old Nadean and seventeen year old OT

 

 

Monday March 1st

10:10 a.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Nadean and son OT

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of sunshine

 

 

I had never entertained as a southern belle like some many of my former Bama school mates, since I was a working girl. I reached down and place the round glass tray of apple slices, cheese sticks, and chocolate cookies, not home-made on top of the low table. I was a successful working girl.

My son OT was a senior student at Coral Rock High School, interviewing for a sport scholarship to college.

The door sounded with a knock.

OT ran and slammed into the front door with a nervous chuckle, back stepping and opened the door in silence, glazing at the head coach of the Birmingham University football team.

I turned and waved with a hand and a smile. “Please come inside.” The Coach was tall and overweight, entering the house first and then two more slightly tall and overweight males with a third short male as all of the males followed behind the leader.

OT moved backward with a smile and a nod, stumbling over the sitting chair with nervousness that he knew lived there since his birth. The Coach stopped and sat inside an oversized sitting leather chair beside the long sofa, where the three other coaching staff members sat with a grin and a nod to OT.

I stood in front of the other long sofa with a smile then did not smile, then smiled and finally clear a dry throat, pointing down at the food tray of purchased goodies. “Help yourself to the refreshments. I’m Nadean, OT’s mother. Why don’t you explain this process to the both of us please?” I reached over and grabbed the arm of OT, shoving him down to the sofa beside me with a smile and a nod. OT sat in silence with a permanent grin on a face, staring at the coach.

“OJ was not our first, second, third, or fourth round pick,” the Coach smiled with a nod at OT. OT nodded with a smile in silent nervousness.

“OT,” I frowned at the Coach. “I never played as a young adult within the female sporting leagues like some other talented sporting girls. But I know that the fifth string athletics ain’t the sharpest tools in the garden shed. So’s…”

The tall male pointed with a smile and a chuckle at Nadean. “Hey, ya sprouted a southern accent. Ya from Bama?”

I smiled with a nod to each coach. “I was born and raised like a pinky piglet from the small cotton farm town of Brier in the great state of Alabama, a triangle farm land within the middle of the metro cities of Huntsville, Decatur and Athens.”

The Coach smiled with a nod at Nadean, “Burn U fan?”

I smiled with a nod to each coach, “Burn U graduate.”

The Coach nodded with a smiled. “Well, Mrs. Sims, we want OJ to play for us as a defensive lineman. He isn’t. His performance at the annual high school bowl game caught our eyeballs, changed our minds. We got us nine good defensive linemen, this year.”

OT nodded with a smile of nervousness to the Coach. “Burn U is predicted to carry off the National Championship, this year.”

The Coach turned and nodded with a smile to OT. “That’s right, boy. We are and we want OJ with us…”

I frowned with a huff at the Coach, “OT for Orion Tanner.”

The Coach nodded with a smile to OT. “He’ll be a red-shirted freshman, of course. That means no playing time in his first year at Burn U. But ya know sometimes things happen for the best, son. Now, if’an your mama agrees to all the Birmingham University rules, regulations, procedures, laws, and all that other horse shit then you will be playing with us this fall. The springtime football practice will start in June, but you can catch up with us there, son,” he reached over and patted the collar bone of the shorter male. “This is our roaming accountant for Burn U, who needs to talk with your mama.” He stood with a nod and a smile to Nadean as the other two coaches stood with a grin and a nod at OT and Nadean.

I stood with a smile and a nod to each coach.

OT stood with a smile, dancing side to side with happiness, leaning over and hugged, lifting Nadean from the floor as her son was seven feet tall with a smile, “Mama?”

I whispered into his smile. “Put me down, honey.” He lowered Nadean to the floor with a chuckle and a grin. I continued to smile with a red face and a nod of excitement for OT. “Yes, I do agree. I am sending you to play football at Burn U, OT.”

OT danced side to side with excitement with a smile and a nod. “Thank you, Mama. I love you. This is the happiest day of my life. I’m going to play university football at Burn U, your old school.”

I smiled with a nod. “I’m very happy, OT. I can’t wait to see you pounce on Bam U’s quarterback.”

OT winked with a grin, “Just for you, Mama.”

The Coach reached over and tugged on the shirt of OT with a grin and a chuckle, “OJ, let’s toss some balls while your mama wraps of the business stuff.” He turned and moved to the closed front door, exiting first.

The coaches and OT turned and followed behind the head coach of Burn U football team.

The door did not close.

I turned and frowned with a yell at the back spine of each coach. “OT for Orion Tanner,” smiling. I enjoyed watching OT act like a silly little zoo monkey, feeling like I was going to vomit or faint or both.

My son OT was going to play football for my old alumni Birmingham University within the city of Birmingham that was nicknamed Burn U.

The three member of the Burn U team stood and moved to the tall table with the four chairs, pulling out a chair and sat, lifting and placing a stack of papers from the briefcase with a stern face.

I continued to watch through the front window with a smile as OT tossed the football to each coach. I bumped into the leg of the chair at the tall pub table, stopping and stood, back stepping and pulled out a chair with a grin and a giggle, sitting and stared down at a stack of thick paper for the college entrance of my son OT. I reached and lifted up, rattling the provided blue colored ink pen in a writing hand, feeling sickly nervous about the financial commitment of paying for the apartment, the car payments, the wardrobe, the food meal tickets, weight fitness program fees, the paper notepads, the number two pencils, the ink pens, the erasers, the bed linens, the bathroom towels, and all the other personal needs for my son OT as he moved and lived away from his birth city of Coral Gables to Birmingham for college.

I exhaled with a puff of worry. If OT had accepted the local sports scholarship to Miami-Dade University, then he could have lived her at home with his mom without spending money from her personal bank account. I stared down at the dotted line with a smile. “Where do I sign in the big stack of papers?”

The accountant stared down at the stack of paper with a sour frown. “Mrs. Sims?”

I waved the ink pen in the air over the dotted line with a smile. “Dr. Sims, I am divorced for many years now from Mr. Sims. I’m OT’s custodian parent responsibly for everything.”

He nodded at her silver tinted hair roots with a stern face. “Dr. Sims, I would like to point out some very important regulations before you sign this legal document.”

I continued to stare down at the papers with a smile and a nod. “I’m a lawyer and understand the importance of legal documents.”

He smiled down at her hair roots. “That’s excellent news, Dr. Sims. You and your son live in the State of Florida, not in Alabama. You are residents of Florida, not Alabama. OT will be an out of state academic student at Burn U.”

I continued to stare down at the papers with a smile and a nod. “Yes, I understand that. The out of state school tuition is more expensive than a legal resident of Alabama.”

“Good, I am coming through. Young Mr. Sims also possesses an associate-degree in foreign languages being a graduate of the Florida School system.”

I looked up with a smile to see the accountant. “Yes, I’ll very proud of OT.”

He frowned. “Burn U is not.”

I gasped. “I do not understand.”

He turned and stared out the front window, where the coach was signing autographs with the neighborhood kids. “Coach is a teacher of football, not an academic professor,” he turned and frowned at Nadean. “He sorta misled you, Dr. Sims. Burn U will not be providing young Mr. Sims with a football scholarship this year.”

“I definitely understand that OT is a red-shirted freshman on the Burn U football team not being eligible to play football in any of the twelve games. But he must surely qualify for a free education.”

He shook a skull with a stern face. “No, he will not. Young Mr. Sims will be accepted onto the football team. Burn U will accept him as a transfer represented as a junior student within his college academic studies. He only needs two more years of accounting classes. Then he will graduate with an accounting degree. The university has evaluated his grades and his longevity and has decided to rescind any financial obligation such as any scholarship.”

I parted my lips, “Wait, my son has obtained an associate’s college degree but isn’t eligible for any type of scholarship at Burn U.”

He nodded with a stern face. “Yes, ma’am, that’s the bottom line for him to attend Burn U. You as custodial guardian are required to pay the school’s tuition, books, meal ticket, and housing. He must live within the football dormitory for both protection and security.”

I frowned. “The football dormitory isn’t free either.”

He frowned. “The football dormitory is completely filled with the scholarship candidates for the upcoming academic school year. Young Mr. Sims will be inside the new apartment complex exclusively for the football players. I am afraid that everything costs money at Burn U. I heard said that you attended…”

“…many moons, ago. I lived off campus, too.”

“You completely understand.”

“I lived off campus being close to the campus but away from the crowds. Yes, I completely understand.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What else do you need to tell me?”

“The tuition and books plus the above mentioned items total ninety eight thousand dollars.”

I gasped. “F…fine, the monetary amount is ninety eight thousand dollars for nine months, when is that amount of money due?”

“Actually, the ninety eight thousand dollar total represents a time frame of twelve months. Football practice commences for the rookies on June first. Young Mr. Sims needs to be enrolled into classes and set up in his apartment by June first or he doesn’t play football. The ninety eight thousand dollar payment is due upon signature of this legal document by May thirty-first or before,” smiling.

I frowned. “Can I set up a payment structure?”

He shook a skull with a stern face. “Uh, ma’am, college doesn’t work like a bank with a parent financial loan. You might want to visit your personal bank before you sign the legal document now ensuring a monetary loan of cash for his freshman student year.”

I turned and stared out the front window, seeing the neighbors. They slapped on the collar bone on OT with a set of smiles. OT was so happy, smiling and laughing with the coaches and his neighbor friends. This was a wonderful dream for him playing university football.

OT might not be professional football material, needing a good job for his future work. This was a wonderful dream for Nadean, helping to complete the education of her son for a real paying work job.

I turned and smiled at accountant. “I can write you a personal check now. Is that okay?”

The accountant smiled with a nod. “Yes, ma’am, that would greatly rush through the paperwork guaranteeing OT his apartment suite.”

I frowned. “What about his academic classes?”

“I am leaving a new summer class schedule for both the short academic mini-sessions. OT can select any class he wants for the first session months consisting of June and July.”

I stood from the table, back stepping and turned, moving into the kitchen, grabbing my purse and pulled my checkbook, swinging around and returned into the dining room table, standing in front of the table. I slammed the checkbook down to the table, lifting the flap with a puff of worry, reaching and held the pen, looking up with a stern face to see the accountant. “Ninety eight thousand dollars, is this the total amount you require for my son to be enrolled into Burn U?”

He smiled with a nod, “Yes ma’am.”

I looked down with a stern face and scribbled out the amount, signing and ripped out my personal check, looking up and offered the check with a smile. The accountant reached over and tapped a finger onto the first tab for her signature of the legal documents. “You follow the yellow tabs, Dr. Sims.” I had a set of monetary US federal government saving bonds ready for cashing. I had scrimped and saved since I divorced Winfred for this awesome moment when the university dream of football plus a higher post-education for my son.

Vester had told Nadean that their mother’s wet dream had failed when she was pregnancy with her first child Nadean. So their mom had lived out a wishful dream through her first born child Nadean.

I was not my mother, one. I had a son, two. I did not want to play football but OT did.

I sat inside the chair, leaning over and wrote out my signature on the last page.

The accountant stared at the hand signature with a smile and a nod, “That will be it, Dr. Sims.” He reached out and pulled back, straightening the stack of loose papers into a neat pile, stapling the check on the first place and placed the papers down into his worn brown leather briefcase. He closed the briefcase and looked up with a smile to see Nadean. “You and OT come to Burn U for the apartment key and other school permits. You are solely responsible for the university’s leased property. And there are more papers to sign before the university releases the key to OT.”

I nodded with a fake sign and a worried heart. “I understand.”

The accountant stood from the chair and scooted back from the table, leaning over and extended a handshake with a smile and a nod to Nadean. She shook and released the hand with a fake smile and a worried mind. He turned and moved toward the open door, exiting her house and strolled down the front porch brick steps to the coach and the coaching staff, stopping over the manicured lawn and nodded with a smile and patted his worn briefcase to the coach.

I followed behind and stopped, standing in front of the front window.

OT passed the football back and forth to one of the assistance coaches with a laugh and a grin of happiness. He had been accepted into Birmingham University, a redneck school known for football.

I smiled then frowned with a whisper. “You are solely responsible for the university’s leased property.” I turned and moved to the wall with the small table that held a landline telephone, reaching out and lifted up the receiver with a smile, dialing the familiar telephone number and waited on the connection of the ring. “Hello, Winfred.”

Nadean paused and listened to the voice on the other end of the telephone receiver.

I exhaled with a laugh. “I’m always intrigued that you answer the telephone on the first ring when I call. I’m not coming after you for not paying the last two months of child support. I have received the child support check on time like the previous one hundred and sixty seven ones. What do I want then? OT is going to Burn U.”

Pause.

I smiled with a nod. “Burn U, the redneck school in Birmingham, Alabama that I graduated from and the redneck state that birthed me, too.”

Pause.

“Yes. OT is going to call you with the great news, too. So, please be very surprised. The Coach is here on the lawn, passing footballs with OT. This is very exciting and thrilling for OT. He’s going to play defensive lineman. Our son might even be good enough to go Professional Football. O yes, my point of this telephone call, I only call ya when money is involved being OT’s only biological father who lives and breathes…”

Pause.

“Naw, that ain’t a threat. I’m a southern belle, not a southern bitch. OT turns eighteen years old in May. Are you planning a birthday party?”

Pause.

“It needs to be soon before the graduation day and the Memorial weekend. He’s going with some high school friends to the islands of Key West. They’ve rented a fishing boat for some deep sea fishing off the coast…”

Pause.

“Yeah! My twin and gay brothers are paying for the entire fun trip. They’re also supervising the teen trip too. I love and trust my brothers too.”

Pause.

“You invite then I will remind OT to go directly to your house after the graduation ceremony ends. You can applaud and accolade him to death before his big send-off on June first to the great state of Alabama after the Memorial Day weekend. You do know where the State of Alabama is located, don’t you, Winfred?”

Pause.

I exhaled. “I know that we have discussed OT’s post graduation education. And he will receive his associate’s college degree in the month of May along with his high school diploma. Are you and Sevilla coming to the graduation?”

Pause.

“Each parent gets four tickets, Winfred. And don’t ask me. No, you can’t have my extra tickets. My brothers are coming with me. Ya know there’s a waiting list for free graduation tickets but an unlimited listing of paid graduation tickets.”

Pause.

“Yeah. I did take all your money to raise your only biological child with proper food, water, fresh air, sunshine plus clean but ripped blue jeans. OT grows like Johnson grass. I think he has finally finished. He stands at six, eleven, taller than my brothers.”

Pause.

“I called for another very good dang reason, Winfred. College is very expensive. Yeah, he does receive a football scholarship not in his first year. In sports the athletes have to wait out the first year. So the scholarship doesn’t care everything like…”

Pause.

“Naw, you haven’t heard all my arguments. He has a college fund. We started then I kept it up since his first day of life. OT didn’t get an academic scholarship anywhere around the State of Florida. His grades are not superior to the true geniuses of the world. Yes, I agree. He did receive a sport scholarship from Palmton Junior College near your house. That’s a tiny school. Listen to me, Winfred. OT is going to Birmingham University, a great big school. The football games are televised on your seventy inched plasma screen, every Saturday afternoon.”

Pause.

I giggled. “Sell some of my jewelry. I can’t believe you’re still stinging about our ugly court date room encounter when not getting any of my gems or money. That jewelry is old but not as valuable as you think.”

Pause.

I nodded. “I understand. OT is your son, Winfred. Your only son unless…”

Pause.

“Sevilla hates with the capital letter ‘H’ our biological son. Sevilla hates my son because she lost her son. Juan wasn’t framed, Winfred. OT smoked it and then admitted it right in front of a judge. What was the judge supposed to do turn his cheek or blind an eyeball?”

Pause.

“I understand that Juan’s very happy living with his dad all these years. That’s very clear. But OT is fifty percent of your responsibility, too, Winfred. You’re his dad. Children are a blessing from Almighty God, Winfred.”

Pause.

I nodded. “You did pay me an average of one thousand five hundred dollars per month. Where’s the money? It is called living expenses for your only biological and breathing son. Yeah, I guess our deal is done. I promise not to fuck on you anymore, Winfuck. You know being a father is more than…”

Pause.

“Yeah. I like using that name when appropriate. You’re his biological dad whether you admit it or like it. You are also responsible for your biological son’s needs, including food, water, clothing, shelter, and education. We both want OT to get a college degree and go to work, not depend on us.”

Pause.

“Sell my mini-mansion? Where did that term come from? I will be selling my house that I have purchased and paid. I’m moving to the small metro city of Birmingham along with my son. My home town is near there too.”

Pause.

I giggled. “I can’t cut the purse strings. Mamas don’t own scissors.”

Pause.

“You will play some of OT college expenses, if I allow OT as a deduction on your US Federal income taxes. Geez, my answer is no. I pay income taxes on the child support checks. Therefore, I earn the right to take OT as the deduction. And I pay for his food…”

Pause.

“Your final answer is no.”

Pause.

“Yeah. I understand fuck off very easily,” I released and leaned down, slamming the telephone receiver over the hook with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Fuck you, Winfuck. One resource down,” I lifted the receiver, standing at the window. OT was passing footballs with the male neighbors. The Burn U football staff had left my neighbor community with friendly handshakes, photographs, and autographs. I was good at math numbers, recalling the bank telephone number, tapping out 5550818, listening to the tone ring. It connected, “Good afternoon, my name is Dr. Nadean Sims. I have a son graduating in the month of May who wants to attend a college out of state. I would like to set an appointment to speak with one of your financial planning consultant along with securing a financial loan for my son’s college expenses.”

Nadean paused and listened to the female voice on the other end of the telephone.

“Good! You can assess my credit line on the telephone. That would be marvelous, darling. My bank account number is 101000768291.”

Pause.

“Thanks. I do have excellent credit line and am in good financial relationship with the bank. Can you guess the max limit on my bank loan?”

Pause.

“Ten percent of the bank account or another asset, the asset is my house at two hundred thousand dollars. That’s a nice lump sum. That’s excellent. Tomorrow morning at fifteen minutes after nine o’clock is an open time from my busy schedule. Who’s the assigned financial planning consultant’s name?”

Pause.

I frowned. “O goody, a surprise, I’m very appreciative of your swift service. That’s why I enjoy banking with the Third National Bank of Florida. Good day.” I leaned down and gently replaced the receiver on top of my pink princess telephone.

The landline telephone was a ‘wife gift’ as Winfred verbally described it on our wedding day.

I paid for both our wedding bands and then supplied for free of charge a four-caret engagement ring that belonged to my Grandmother Garland. The diamond ring wasn’t her personal jewelry. One of her sons had given it to her during a holiday treat.

My Grandmother Garland didn’t wear it, having her own engagement ring from her husband.

During our first months of marriage to Winfred, the telephone was a very thoughtful and kind present that represented the color of pink for my pretty girly beauty and femininity belle manners which had received and remembered years ago.

Now, all my pretty pink plans had changed from a puke green vomit halt into a green light go to a midnight emerald of danger. I would survive like always.

I back stepped from the wall and the telephone, turning and strolled to my office desk which lived near the wall of the living room and stopped, standing at the drawer. I pulled out the drawer, grabbing the bank statements and the listing of all my current bills expenses. I held up a safety deposit key thinking that I might have hidden some extra money cash inside the box living with the ancient jewelry.

I had lived within the US of Florida for almost thirty years a long time ago after graduating Burn U. Then I suddenly daydreamed of Teague, an old forgotten name from my past youthful life. He was probably an old hairy farmer with an old plow horse, mowing down the back forty cotton boll crops.

I back stepped from the office desk, turning and moved into the Florida room, stopping and leaned down, grabbing the tray of goodies with one hand. I stood upright and slowly turned, moving into the dining room, stopping and stood in front of the tall pub table, sitting down the heavy tray of goodies. I slid into a chair, slamming all the papers over the naked table surface, spreading the papers into some type of order for my active brain cells.

I reached over and grabbed a cookie with a giggle and a whisper. “Stress makes me eat. Okay, I have saved up two hundred thousand dollars for the past ten years, not bad for a single working mother with a single overgrown teen boy. However, ninety eight thousand dollars minus two hundred thousand dollars leaves me with one hundred and two thousand dollars Geez, gone in a second. Okay, Burn U is paid for the twelve months from June to May next year along with the college shelter, the college tuition, the college books, and the college food for OT.

“Electricity, water, and sewer for the new apartment are paid by mommie, me. OT isn’t living in the cheap-ass student dorm but the new expensive chic football complex. The amount is estimated at seven hundred dollars per month. Ugh, that is eight thousand and four hundred dollars per year. Vester and Vassar are going to present OT with a new car next week. Ugh, a new car means more car insurance for a teen. I will take OT’s newer car then sale my older van for some quickie cash, too,” giggling. “That should help with the annual utilities inside OT’s new apartment.” I read the fine details of the college papers from the Burn U accountant. “Ugh, the apartment is empty. No furnishings are provided,” I turned and stared at my furniture with a nod. “Well, OT can have all my paid and free furniture, since teen boys do teen things. I’m moving into a small house in Birmingham, just me. And there’s the moving van fee for all the furniture from Miami to Birmingham. Geez, that’ll probably be about ten thousand dollars, if I’m a lucky ducky,” giggling. “I need a new mattress, a loveseat, a cheap table with a couple of chairs. OT can have all the electronics, including the television, the musical stereo, and the vacuum cleaner,” giggling. “I gotta teach that boy to cook and clean between now and June first.” I turned and studied the papers again with a sour frown. “Geez, my girly intuition is working overtime. There is an addition monthly expenditure for the telephone, the television, and the computer hookups, of course. The monthly amount is five hundred dollars. I am paying one thousand two hundred dollars for an apartment that I will not sleep an eyelash inside. That sucks.”

I reached over to the edge of the table, grabbing another cookie and the morning newspaper, rattling the paper and find the real estate property section and read in silence with a grin. “There’s a house for sell over two blocks from me, selling for seven hundred thousand dollars,” I stood with a smile, looking through the front window at the front landscape with a nod. “My mini-mansion, this grass lot is four times bigger with four bathrooms and four garages. Hmm, I might be looking at two million dollars for my mini-mansion.” I chewed and swallowed the cookie with a smile. “Then all my money problems are solved. I’ll place a ‘for sale’ sign in the yard in the month of May and sell this sucker myself. I’m a lawyer, excluding the realtor and keeping the commission. So fuck off, Winfuck!” I reached over and grabbed another cookie with a laugh and a smile, enjoying the sweet taste of victory.

 

 

Tuesday May 12th

 

9:10 a.m.

Downtown Miami

Third National Bank of Florida

ATM machine setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

I drove the car from work and stopped inside the crowded parking lot. I exited the car, dashing to one of two ATM machines before the other working people. I stopped and stood at the empty machine, shoving the ATM card through the slot, accessing money for gasoline and other living expenses. Then the ATM ate my card. I exhaled with a puff of annoyance and a loud grunt, “Shit.” I back stepped from the machine and turned, stomping over the hot brick and into the cool air condition lobby with a heat temper. I stopped and stood in front of the reception table with a sour frown. “My card got eaten.”

The nice girl at the reception desk nodded with a smile to Nadean, turning and typed on the computer keyboard. “I’ll release it. Usually, the ATM card is repossessed when you have an insufficient bank account.”

I stood and shook my curls with a sour frown. “Well, I don’t.”

She stopped typing and stared at the computer screen, turning with a fake smile to see Nadean. “Please have a seat inside the reception lobby. I will be contacting the bank manager for you.”

“For a freaking ATM card….” I back stepped from the reception desk with a sour frown, hitting the soft fabric of the chair and sat with a stern face.

 

 

9:20 a.m.

Business office setting of the bank manager

 

 

The bank manager moved from his personal business office and stopped, standing over the silver tinted hair roots of the elderly woman with a fake smile. “Mrs. Sims.”

I sat inside the chair and looked up with a sour frown to see the business suit of an unfamiliar male. “No, I am Dr. Sums.”

He nodded with a fake smile. “I can help you today. Please follow me into my private office.” He spun around with a stern face, marching ahead to the office.

I stood and exhaled, turning and followed behind his back spine with a sour frown in silence.

He led into an open door, allowing Nadean to enter. Then he closed the door for the private bank conversation.

I moved and sat down inside one of two business chairs in front of his desk with a sour frown in silence.

The bank manager sat down into the office chair, turning and typed on the computer keyboard, puffing and huffing and swung a stern face to see Nadean. “Your student bank loan for the academic institution has been denied. Are you going back to post-graduate school, ma’am?”

I cringed at the old maiden term and faked a smile. “No, my college age son is starting his post-graduate school. That’s okay. I have reserve monies to pay for his schooling. I was hoping for a bank loan to help you spend all your customer’s saving accounts lying lazy and idle.”

He frowned. “Do you work for us, ma’am? You seen very knowledgeable about banks, bank accounts, and banking process.”

I smiled. “I am smart. A bank uses all the combined customer’s saving accounts to lend and load cash monies to low-risk persons and businesses. That’s why I can’t withdraw over three times from my healthy personal saving account within a month without paying you a hefty monetary penalty.”

He smirked. “All your financial liquid assets are frozen including your personal bank account of checking and saving.”

I gasped. “My son Orion Tanner Sims has a trust fund.”

He nodded with a grin. “The baby trust fund is under his authority and your control. You were very smart setting it up with access age limitation being he is only a teen.”

I frowned. “OT has thousands upon thousands of dollars of saving bonds that was acquired from his first hour of birth. What about my personal bank accounts? What’s the cause of my frozen ass…assets, sir?”

“I have some rather unfortunate news based on the newest electronic notes. Winfred Sims is being sued.”

“So’s?”

“Pardon me, sew.” he frowned.

“I’m from the South. That’s Bama language. So’s, the word is equal to a violent nasty verbal quotation instead of rudely mumbling the exclamation: what the fuck for, sir?” I was pissed that the bank didn’t honor my bank loan application as a very good customer for a million years and more pissed that my money was inaccessible to me as a current bank customer.

“Winfred Sims is being sued for an undisclosed lump sum monetary amount.”

I frowned, “So what?”

“Your bank account has been frozen by the US IRS Office. Do you know what the IRS is, ma’am?”

I exhaled. “I know what the IRS is and does. Why is it affecting my bank account?”

He turned and pointed at the computer with a stern face. “The letter explained it.”

I shook my curls. “What fucking letter? I didn’t receive a letter.”

“Mrs. and Mr. Winfred Sims received a letter from the US IRS office. He emptied his entire pension plan.”

“I am a CPA. That’s legal.”

“He didn’t report the monies to the IRS, ten years ago. He owns seventy fifty thousand and six hundred dollars.”

I looked down at myself painted red colored toe nails and back up to see him with a confused brow. “Ten years ago, we were married. I filed our US Federal income taxes. There wasn’t an additional 1099-form for any type of additional business revenue.”

He frowned. “Winfred Sims depleted his pension account, ten years old. The US IRS claims that he didn’t report the amount on your joint US Federal income taxes.”

“Fuck, you’re fucking with me.”

He frowned. “Ma’am, I don’t approve of your language.”

“And I don’t approve of blackmail. I’m simply stunned and sorry. Winfred owes the money, not I, to the IRS.”

“The US IRS believes both of you owe the monies of seventy five thousand and six hundred dollars. The US IRS letter has directed us to freeze your liquid assts until a lump sum payment of seventy five thousand and six hundred dollars or a discussion meeting with the IRS or an arrangement with our bank. I am sorry. I am following the IRS regulation. You cannot access any bank account monies.”

I looked down with a confused brow to see the desk surface and back to him. “I haven’t received a letter.”

“Did you check your mailbox? We received this letter Friday afternoon.”

“Fu…fun non-stuff, fine, good advice, I will do just that. I need…”

He turned and typed on the computer keyboard with a sour frown. “The second item, Winfred Sims has managed to wreck the cigarette boat. The bank is seeking monetary damages for the late monthly financial loan payments.”

“The baby cigarette boat?”

He turned and smiled at Nadean. “Ah, you’re familiar with the popular sea craft transport.”

“So what?”

“All these collective money transactions have required the Third National Bank of Florida to freeze all your personal banking assets both the checking and saving account.”

“What?”

“The TNBF has contacted your husband Winfred Sims…”

“He is not my husband. I have been divorced for him for over ten years.”

“He can relate fully. His personal assets have been frozen, including the house, the cars, and all the credit cards also. I would strongly advice for you getting a lawyer to expedite this financial matter quickly with TNBF, Mrs. Sims.”

I frowned. “I need some cash. My son has a trust fund that I rob, never. Could you provide me one thousand dollars until I clear up this minor incident with my ex-bastard husband?”

He nodded with a smile, turning and typed on the computer keyboard. “I will gladly provide you the monies, as long as, you are civil, Mrs. Sims. I’m divorced too with a child. My former wife and I work very hard to maintain being civil to each other and others.”

I exhaled. “You didn’t divorce a monster.”

 

 

9:43 a.m.

Prensess and Prensess Law Office

Downtown Miami

Business office of supervisor Jorge

 

 

I left the bank with money and fury, speeding down through some of the red lights and squeaked the black rubber, stopping inside the crowded parking lot of the law firm, where I worked a second job for money, too.

I scooted out the sports car and moved to the front door.

The door opened.

I moved inside, nodding in silence to the receptionist, turning and dashing down to see my supervisor and entered the open door. I slid into the nice leather chair with a smile and a nod. “Hey, George! I’m leaving you, babe, for another hunky young male,” I winked at him. “OT is going to Burn U.”

Jorge smiled with a nod at Nadean. “Burn U, the university might, maybe, almost possibility win the National University Football Championship, this year.”

I frowned. “Bull with baby bull shit patties, they will win the championship with OT as the newest and greatest linebacker. So, I’m selling my Coral Gables estate and moving back home to Alabama.”

He grinned with a nod. “I might have a prospective client. You’re Gables property is very, very nice. When are you moving to Alabama?”

I smiled. “The seller can just write me a check tomorrow or faster. And Winfuck owes the US IRS seventy five thousand plus dollars in back US Federal income taxes. Can you negotiate a settlement for me, since my name is on our shared joint income tax form, ten years ago?”

Jorge turned and typed on the computer keyboard, accessing the IRS records as legal lawyer, seeing the information with a frown. “You and your ex-husband were ten years ago. Chica, the time limit is older than my grandmamma in Cuba. He owes more in IRS money penalties than the real paycheck income taxes. The IRS gets their money in penalty mode, not the other way around. You pay or prison. Your draw, chica? Are you being audited by the IRS, too?”

I shook my curls with a smile. “I don’t look good in vertical orange colored stripes. And I haven’t received any notification of an IRS audit of my current income taxes yet.”

He turned and winked with a smile to Nadean. “I bet you look good naked, Nadean. You’re the hottest old chica that I know.”

I smiled. “Fuck you, George.”

He chuckled. “When the US IRS office audits you, do not tattle about me. I pay you underneath the table behind the closed door with no windows and no telephone or television cameras.”

I lifted and handed over a second piece of paper with a smile. “Fuck you, George. Can you response to this frivolous case with the Third National Bank of Florida for me as my defendant’s lawyer? The bank has frozen my other ass cheek.”

He accepted the letter with a chuckle, “Your assets?” Jorge turned and typed on the computer keyboard again, searching and viewed the outstanding lawsuits underneath Nadean with a confuse brow. “That’s weird, chica. Are you involved in lawsuit litigation, Nadean?”

I shook my curls at his nose profile. “I’m a sleazy lawyer, not a bank teller. I need money for food, whiskey, and a gun. O wait, I do possess a loaded weapon.”

“Please don’t mention with my eardrums that you bring a loaded fire arm into my private lush office. Or I’ll piss on my new Persian rug, Nadean.” He grinned at the computer screen, reviewing the information. “Frivolous law is the practice of carrying on a lawsuit that has little chance of winning.”

I smiled at his nose profile. “Frivolous is legally worthless for my ass as well.” He chuckled. I exhaled. “This a frivolous law suit for me, without any legal merit. The bank is just harassing Winfred’s ass which happens to include my ex-butthole. Then I can sue the bank for bringing about a frivolous suit liable for damages of malicious prosecution making me some fast cash, darling.”

Jorge turned and nodded to her, “Community property law of husband and wife.”

I frowned. “I’m not married to the asshole.”

“The husband and wife are each given an equal interest in everything. You provide OT with necessaries, as such, food and clothing and shelter. He lives with you. It is a criminal offense for a dad to fail to meet a support child obligation for his son.”

I frowned. “What is this thing about, George?”

“Florida is a state that adheres to the community property laws. The husband and wife are given an equal interest in everything that they own, including transportation vehicles with the exception of the separate property or vehicle in their individual names. Winfred owns a boat.”

I frowned, “Shit, and that boat was in both mine and Winfred’s name.”

“At the time of the divorce, based on personal desire, Winfred picked the boat, you received the van. There was no prenuptial agreement for the boat, since the item was acquired during your marriage which presents with both your names. The trend now in the court system is that the husbands and wives of dedicated loved ones are attacking and winning law suits for damages from injuries to their dead kin precipitated by such things as medical malpractice, automobile accidents, false imprisonment and wrongful death.”

I frowned. “I didn’t kill the man. I didn’t drive the boat. I wasn’t on the boat. I wasn’t at Winfred drunken party on the Atlantic Ocean.”

“Today, a married husband and wife are equally liable for their own criminal actions. And the privileged communication law extends to you, but you can’t be compelled to testify against your spouse. You know this, Nadean. You’re an attorney.”

I exhaled, “Sorta.”

“The key word here is former spouse. The key court case of US Supreme Court in Trammel versus United States, husbands and wives can talk against each other when permitted to testify against one another voluntarily in a federal criminal prosecution matter. A dead man equals a dead beat ex-husband, chica.”

“The boating occurred over two years ago.”

“Lawsuits take lots of time and lots of patience, resulting in lots of monies for the non-criminal party, if the victim can wait. Sometimes, the reward period is longer than two years. I find it very lucky that you were given this now.” He turned and smiled at her.

“I…” wanted to kill Winfred.

“Blame your elected and voted for congressman, Nadean. Because, under the Dangerous Instrumentality Doctrine that was created in the year 1999, an ex-wife can be found liable for a boat title. On June tenth, two years ago, Winfred was sailing intoxicated by himself operating his speed boat, when he struck and killed the plaintiff’s husband. She has named both you and Winfred in the lawsuit, and is suing both of you involving a claim for wrongful death. In Florida the title holder of any moving transport involved can be held liable to the victim of any moving automobile or sea craft or flying accident. The boat purchase, the loan payment schedule, and the legal title are autographed by you and Winfred. Winfred was still paying the monthly payments on the boat.”

I gasped. “Jeezus, I thought he sold that dang boat. He told me that he sold that dang boat.”

“He sold the dang sports car. He kept the dang boat. Apparently, Winfred only pleasures himself with the boat, not his wife. This will go to a trial court to be decided by a trial jury, you can testify for your absence on the boat trip and then death accident,” exhaling. “I hope they find you are not the one of two owners of that dang boat at the time of the accident.”

“But I am not.”

“Under the Dangerous Instrumentality Doctrine, the Florida legislation imposes limited liability on the owner that all the owners are permitted the use of any vehicle. The owner, who permits someone to list their name and use their vehicle, is liable for the operation of the boat…”

“I wasn’t there…”

“Or the act of the driver in connection with the boat as cited by Florida Statue 71.90 defines the owner or owners as a person or persons who hold the legal title.”

“Me.”

“They’ll flee bargain for a big monetary settlement instead of trial time…”

I gasped, “Jail time for Winfred.”

He nodded with a smirk. “He’s in jail, my stupid new girlfriend.”

I smiled. “There really is a loving Almighty God. Amen.”

“Winfred is in big shit trouble, Nadean. He might lose his professional job which will domino down into his lovely house, his sports car, and that bitch of a wife he married.

“Too fuckingly bad.”

“You like reading the Quartet e-novels, too.”

“Well, my…” I smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

“Their lawyer is citing two legal propositions of this case in which you…”

“Me.”

“You are the most popular girl on the planet today, chica. You, not Winfred, failed to do the following two items. One, as a matter of law, a former and formal wife must take action to divest her self to avoid liability on de dang boat. Two, as a matter of law, releasing possession of the boat during the divorce is not enough to release the wife’s legal interest or in this case involvement.” He frowned. “What do you want to do, Nadean?”

“Shit.”

“…not in my office please, darling. This is a new Persian rug. I wanna remind you a bit too late. A legal liability can reach out and bite your cute ass, touching with cold creepy finger pads those who are completely unaware of the possibility of jail time or blackmail.”

“You’re not a big help, George.”

He chuckled. “Did you cuss him out when he called you from his prison cell yesterday?”

I smiled. “I didn’t call the bastard. I came straight to my lawyer first. And I don’t have an assessment on my house just to be nasty.”

“Actually, Winfuck did as soon as he became sober from the alcohol, after crashing the boat, killing the male, before he got dumped into jail, last week. I gots, using your cute belle slang, the assessment of your mini-mansion.”

I frowned, “Mini-mansion?”

Jorge grinned. “The bank analyst called your residential home on Leonardo a mini-mansion. He was very impressed. I’m very impressed with the great big fat number. Your mini-mansion is worth three million dollars, chica.”

I leaned over the desk surface, holding my skull in both palms with a sour frown and a grunt, “I’m finally rich to be exhorted into bankruptcy. Ugh, I hate my fucking life.”

He stared down at her hair roots. “Lucky for you, they want exactly three million dollars. We counter with one point five million. They demand two million. Then we counter with two point five million.”

I looked up with a sour frown to see Jorge. “The math number is going the wrong way, George. It’s supposed to go down.”

He nodded with a grin. “This is a courtroom auction, babe. Everything goes your way or their way. Which is it to be, Nadean?”

“Start the counter at one point one million for my shitty fun, after I sale my pretty house. I came in here to tell you that I’m moving back to Alabama anyways. So, selling the mini-mansion ain’t breaking my heart, since my heart is my son OT, not some plot of Augustus grass and artificial cement pond.”

“You’re a good brave bold mother, Nadean.”

“And where is Winfred’s ass in this shitty mess? He should cough up the other millions. What did his lawyer fib to you about this time?”

He shook a skull. “Winfred ain’t got no money, honey. I have sixteen voice messages from the son of a bitch, wanting to meet, desiring to party, pissing on my front door, since I ain’t opening the door. Winfred wants, needs, desires and has to knowledge of what you can bring to the table, the chair and the bed, sweetie.”

“Ugh, I can’t pay everything at once. I have a son going to college in June.”

“That means your court-ordered child support is gone. Winfred isn’t obligated to pay anything for OT’s college and can’t really, since he’s in jail, temporarily.”

I tossed both arms with a smile. “I crashed and burn, Commander.”

He exhaled. “I strongly recommend a bank recovery counselor.”

“A what?”

“A who? The Third National Bank of Florida has a new division called Bank Recovery. You, chica are highly qualified. Winfred can’t wipe his ass with a piece of clean toilet paper. He can’t buy any. You are going to have to huff up and pay the IRS plus the lawsuit of three million dollars or do some jail time. I am very frank and serious, Nadean.”

“Understood.”

“The bank will act as a mediturd…”

I smiled. “Ah, they get a piece of my ass when my turd falls out. That’s clever, George,” giggling.

He turned and tapped on the desk calculator with a stern face. “The seventy five thousand and six hundred dollars will be divided by three years for two thousand and one hundred dollars per month. Then, the bank will add about five hundred dollars for a grand total debt of two thousand six hundred dollar per month, making you pay out to pay ninety three thousand and six hundred dollars.”

“That’s about ninety three thousand and six hundred dollars paid out over a three year period of time. Can’t I expand the debt for five years, instead of three? Even a bank car note is five years.”

“This calculation is based on your current salary, chica.”

“Dang, I am too smartie. Wouldn’t it make better sense to pay off the IRS debt then carry the seventy five thousand and six hundred dollars plus some heavy interest for three years?”

He frowned. “Do you have that kind of cash, Nadean? Do you have a money source with that much liquid cash like an uncle or a sibling? That would solve all your financial worries.”

I looked down with a sour frown to see table surface. “No, I do not.”

“You have a son in college. Colleges are worse then churches wanting your money for every little thing. And they don’t take credit cards. Go and see the bank recovery counselor. She can work magic with your monthly financials so you can function while OT enjoys his time in college. Then when OT graduates you will be debt free.”

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:55 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a left ankle slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body and relived another specific moment of my past adult life.

 

 

 

Forty eight year old Nadean and eighteen year old son OT

 

 

Friday May 29th

City of Brier within US State of Alabama

(747 miles north of the city of Coral Gables within US State of Florida)

10:01 a.m

Home and farm of Jadean and husband Urall

Kitchen setting

Warm temperatures with parted clouds of sunrays

 

 

I stopped and parked the old van from my divorce inside a familiar and newly painted driveway, banging the steering column with both hands, without banging my forehead from frustration.

My bank recovery counselor was very nice and sad that I was leaving the state of Florida. Duff Loyce set up Nadean very nicely with a monthly payment plan, balancing all her outstanding debt and the yearly expenses.

So I needed three jobs to make and meet the monthly budget. I received a new first primary job at the Birmingham Hospital as a physicist in field of work in one day after spending my hard working George Washington’s for the air flight and the face-to-face interview in Alabama.

I had sold the old sport car of OT to one of his high school buddies, getting enough peanuts to pay off the bank car note, making my son happy. That was the point of life, happiness, especially, seeing him smile and kissing my face.

I had left OT and my old smelly and banged up furniture at Birmingham University campus, barely filling up the brand new university apartment. The newly calculated nine hundred dollar monthly luxury suite did not come furnished, not even with a single tall kitchen garage trashcan. So Burn U needed an additional two hundred dollars that bit into my ass and then my money’s butthole for something else, thou.

Her dad’s ancient and historical antebellum house looked freshly painted but plain. Urall couldn’t afford all the extra monies for a fancy new trim around the windows or some glossy new color on the old wood.

I wrecked my sports car last week, when a stupid drunk driver ran through a stop sign while OT was fishing with Vester and Vassar, Tank, and Duke off the coast of Gulf of Mexico. I spent the first evening inside my own hospital within a hospital bed and then rode inside a taxi cab back home, the next day. I slept the entire Memorial holiday, not really remembering the days and the nights. Then I met OT at the sea port, getting off the boat, the early morning of Tuesday.

Her twin brothers and their partners immediately departed for a business trip, not knowing the mental or physical condition of Nadean.

I didn’t want to worry them and they didn’t notice my sports car was missing, either.

The mountain paradise of Vester and Vassar could only be accessed by a helicopter at the local airport, so they would never know about the wrecked sports car of Nadean. However, I was getting my revenge by suing the bastard for wrecking both my body and my car which shall provide some financial comfort by the end of the calendar year.

Since, the double wedding of both her gay twin brothers, our family was totally disfuckation, ya’ll like her brother Vassar had predicted almost twenty years ago. However, I enjoyed visiting my brothers, not my mom in Alabama.

The large lawn was neatly trimmed, lacking an array of pretty colorful pink or yellow or orange flowers, since her mom Nadean was not a gardener or a cook or a housekeeper, only a bitch.

Moving to a new place was a sucky experience but moving out-of-state was a shaky evolution as I drove an old rusty van from the state of Florida into the state of Alabama with a combination of mine and OT’s clothes, an assortment of big and working electronics, and columns of cleaning and good smelling linens for his college apartment and my new living apartment within metro city Birmingham.

OT left the day before, race car speeding from Miami, Florida to Birmingham, Alabama in record time, apparently, based on the three traffic citations in his new sports car which was a gift from my twin brothers Vester and Vassar for high school graduation.

The old van door creaked open.

I slid out the worn leather seat, standing upright, huffing and puffing with nervousness of the impromptu meeting and marched forward up the broken brick stairs and stopped in weathered front door, wheezing with nerves, sneezing with from the fresh air. I knocked.

The door opened with a creak too.

Jadean stood inside the archway with a sour frown and a pair of black colored bedroom slippers. “Nadean, well, I can’t say that it’s a wonderful surprise. Ya keep yourself hidden away down yonder far away in that big international city of Miami, Florida away from the hillbillies, including my grandchild for months.” She back stepped and turned, moving into her favorite hold, the kitchen.

“I work, Mama,” I entered through the archway, turning and following behind her ass inside a bath room during the middle of the morning time.

She led into the kitchen, stopping and slid down into the padded chair at the breakfast with a sour frown. “Still working your three jobs?”

“Yes, Mama,” I stopped and slid into the same table, exhaling with a puff of annoyance of her nosey questions like a southern bitch.

She stared with a sour frown at Nadean and stirred the coffee. “Doesn’t Winfred contribute to OT’s welfare? He should. He’s responsibility for the boy being a shit ass of a husband and an asshole of a daddy. Ya married too soon after you meet that man, Nadean.”

“Love is deaf, dumb, and blind, Mama.”

“Look at Dorcee’s life. She has Lance Morris, a nice boy and five good kids.”

First, her mom had always called the husband of Dorcee by his first and his last proper Christian name. Nadean had learned from my college psychology class, the mental technique was called inference.

Her mom Nadean mentally inferred, exerting her authority power over a poor horse whipped Lance Morris with the same sour note tone plus the long winded inflection of the letter ‘L’ and then added the sick hissing sound of the letter ‘S.’ She bragged on the five wicked children of Dorcee who each really needed a big thick hickory switch popped on the denim of blue jean cracks, whipping some proper southern belle manners into a hard headed skull. Social manners were beaten into your brains via your bee-hind.

Ponder that one, ya’ll.

Jadean never mentioned that she had birthed a set of twins, since the marriage and exodus of Vester and Vassar from the tiny farm town of Brier. Her two brothers escaped making Nadean feel both sad and shitty. She was part of the cause of defeat within the family relationship when she had brought a hand gun to force her mother to attend a beautiful gay wedding. Her mom didn’t talk to Nadean for a lovely and quiet nine months after that wonderful social event that had been eye witnessed in silence by the biological blood-kin family of Garland and blessed by Almighty God.

I didn’t give a shit and neither did Vester nor Vassar, since I stayed in touch with the only family that mattered to me, not a weak-mined dad or a bossy Dorcee or an arrogant mom.

Now, the tides had turned from the Atlantic Ocean shoreline. I needed some intermediate tender loving care and financial help along with a physical place to stay and shit my turds.

I nodded with a stern face, staring down at the old wooden table surface of scratches. “That’s great and wonderful for Dorcee. I have great news. OT and I have returned back home to Bama.”

She smiled. “Thank the Lord, my baby girl has returned home. Are ya running away from Winfred?”

I shook my curls. “Naw, Mama.”

“Is Winfred beating and bleeding on OT?”

I looked up with a sour frown to see her nose profile. “Naw, Mama. Winfred would never do any violent act to his biological child.” Even thou, Winfred did ram my skull against the wall, before we divorced. However, I did not feel like leaving the great State of Florida under his dictatorship along with my great job, my great mini-mansion, and my great bank account.

Gawd, I was a dumbass for not seeing Winfred’s faults, fake motives, and false moves. I truly honestly loved him with my open heart and two wandering hands.

“Do ya gots a paying job?” Jadean stood from the chair, back stepping and turned, moving around the counter tops, reaching out and grabbed a cloth, wiping down the clean counter tops. She only thought in terms of money, one, and two, money.

I smiled a grin and a nod, staring down at the scratches over the breakfast table. “OT’s going to attend Birmingham University and play college football.”

She nodded with a grin, continuing to wipe down the clean kitchen counter. “Good school. They be predicted to win the college football national Championship.”

“Burn U is always predicted to win the football championship, every year. And that don’t happen not last year, not the year before that.”

“Ya shouldn’t shush your school. Burn U won the National Football Championship when you twirled as a majorette for the Burn U marching band. You were a real pretty majorette, the prettiest majorette on the baton twirling squad. Then ya up and quit the majorette squad, knocking your chance as a Hollywood actress. Why ya do that, girly? You were about to be famous Nadean. Get an acting job in Hollywood as a movie star, make lots of money, be a millionaire. Buy stuff, clothes, shoes…” she looked down with a confused brow to see the boots on Nadean. “When the last time ya mouth spit polished your cowgirls, girly?”

I stared at each table scratch with a blank face, “Three years ago,” I spun around inside the chair with a smile to see Jadean. “Mama, I plan to return back home to Brier but I need a place to stay.”

She stopped cleaning and frowned, “What?”

I smiled with a nod. “OT is living in the college football dormitory, so I can stay in my old room.”

She shook her gray curls with a sour frown, “Naw, Dorcee’s first born gots your old bedroom after ya cleaned out your shiny tiaras and big trophies, carting all them boxes down to Miami, Florida. Ya displayed that stuff in your house? What about your pretty house?”

“Who’s in Dorcee’s room?”

She frowned, “Dorcee, who else? Don’t ya know that Dorcee and Lance Morris have lived here since long time right after her graduated from high school? They stayed right here. Lance Morris is a good field hand and helper, helping your daddy all the long day and hot night with the cows, cotton, and corn.”

“Uh huh,” I parted my lips as she started that lecture, again. I had left my homestead, abandoning my dad, rejecting my family, leaving my home town, and giving up my right as the head cowgirl.

She nodded with sour frown. “Your daddy promised you as first cowgirl. But, naw, you be to good for the country living, girly. You up and drove your sports car to Miami, Florida for a fancy paying job. What ya called, again?”

I giggled. “Unemployed.”

“Physissy.”

“Physicist.”

“Physissy, you impress our town folks with your fancy car, your fancy clothes, your fancy title. Ya call yourself, Dr. Garland.”

I spun around and smiled down at the scratches on the table surface. “Only at my work, I’m required to be respectful of all other co-workers.”

“See we be plain folks around here in Brier? We don’t call folks, Dr. Garland. I be Jadean. Dorcee is Dorcee. Urall is Urall. You is Nadean.”

I nodded to the table surface. “Yes ma’am.”

She stared down with a grin at the rear skull of Nadean. “What happened to your fancy house, Dr. Garland?”

“Part of the divorce…” I stared down with a stern face at the table and fibbed to protect my ego.

She smirked. “We visited ya for that court trial where ya beat OT.”

I spun around with a sneer and a sour frown to see her smirk. “I have never touched, beaten, slapped, or harmed my son. I will never touch, beat, slap, or harm my child. Mama, please remember that.”

She smiled. “So’s, ya got no house in Miami, Florida.”

“No ma’am.” I stood from the chair as it slammed into the wall. I side stepped and moved forward, moving into the living room with a sour frown and a yell. “I gotta go. I gotta get to my job. Bye, Mama.” I turned and left the kitchen, moving toward the front door.

The front door opened.

I moved and stopped over the freshly painted porch.

The door closed.

I marched down the brick stairs and moved toward my old van.

 

 

10:20 a.m.

Driveway of Jadean and Urall

Old rusty van of Nadean

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

The door opened.

I slid into the worn and ripped front seat, leaning over, staring the warm engine. I had not been there long or successful enough, saying with a sour frown. “Damn you, Mama. I really need a place to stay and eat for free. You don’t understand my situation and you birthed me into this cruel world.” I backed out the driveway, steering toward the end of the road and stopped with a worried brow and a nod. “OT didn’t get a money scholarship for his tuition or his books or his meals. I’m solely responsible for his entire college education plus his food and his clothes. Dear Lord, please don’t let OT grown any more in inches. Ugh, my son has studied and earned an associate’s college degree in foreign languages. If I was a mean bitch like you, mama, I would make OT get a paying job and then pay for his own college like I did.” The street traffic cleared.

I drove onto Brier Road at a slow speed and turned onto the interstate, driving less than the speed limit, going back down to metro city Birmingham, my new home. “I’m not a bitch like you, mama. I want OT to enjoy his college days, not work for pennies to pay for hamburgers at Dee Dee’s. So I’m smart and resourceful. I have a good job as a physicist. Geez, I make hundred dollars per hour for two hundred thousand dollars per year. Then I pay sixty percent in income taxes. Geez, I wished Uncle Sam was really my uncle,” laughing off the stress.

 

 

1:01 p.m.

The Donut Hole

City of Homewood within US State of Alabama

(66 miles south from Brier)

(6 miles south of Birmingham city limits)

Dining room setting of Nadean

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of sunshine

 

 

I exited from the interstate to think, pulling and stopped the old van into the parking lot of a restaurant for a break and a brain storming session, feeling depressed and hungry.

The door opened.

I scooted out the van leaving the door unlocked but slammed it shut. You had to slam it to shut completely closed.

I moved ahead to the door.

The door opened.

I strolled into the cool air conditioned dining room and sat down into the cool feeling leather booth, pulling out the old worn notebook of paper and an ink pen with a stern face.

The waitress approached and stopped, standing down at the silver tinted hair roots of Nadean with a smile and a popping gum. “What’da ya want, honey?”

“Three vanilla crème donuts and milk, please,” I ordered and scribbled down the floating numbers from within my brain.

My head spun out of control with my monthly expenses, including the hefty IRS payment of two thousand and six hundred dollars plus adding into the mix all of the expenses from OT. The expenses included an apartment, the food, the personal teen items, the utilities, the gasoline petro, the mobile telephone, and the car insurance plus car payment.

OT had crashed his brand new sports car that came from his uncles, yesterday. So I had swiftly purchased the same car for OT, yesterday, too. I didn’t have the black heart to tattle-tale to my brothers, because my only child is too dearly loved and dangerously reckless.

Her twin brothers had earned their assets with hard work and long sacrifice. They would not understand OT’s fun things or funky ways of his teen enjoyment. The teen year of both Vester and Vassar were spent on a working farm or studying rocket ships. Therefore, OT and I had sworn a black secret down into our graves about crashing that dang car.

I added in the extra expenses of my lifestyle, consisting of the car insurance on the old van, the gasoline, the food, and the storage center of junk boxes minus the cheap-ass apartment. I was left with two dollars of free spending, each month. I had to pay for a hotel room for the next two nights, since I was not invited to stay my parents. My new job started on June first while I hunted for a cheap-ass apartment.

The waitress returned with a smile, popping the gum, placing a plate and a cup of milk near the elbow of Nadean. “What else do ya need, honey?”

I exhaled with a puff of defeat, “A cheap place to live in B’ham,” I lifted and ate the first donut, chewing and nodded to her in silence at the good food.

She popped the gum with a smile and a nod. “Ya just moved here, sugar? Well, up the street, the Valleydale Apartments goes for two hundred bucks per month, including water and trash, not power. Ya gots to pay for heat and air.”

I swallowed the food, saying with a smile and nod. “I don’t have a job.” I lied. I did have a new job but I did not want to embarrass the hard-working girl.

I swiftly remembered when Zeeta had embarrassed me. I worked as a lowly waitress to pay the rental of townhouse for my family members, because my Grandfather Sloan could not, since he was about to die and pass into heaven.

She smiled with a wink to Nadean. “Ya can works here. Can ya runs a cash register, sweetie?”

I smiled with a nod. “Yes, I possess…I am good at numbers.”

She smiled, popping the gum. “Well, I be short on staff, today. If’an you run the register for me. I give ya a paper that you works here, then they rent you an apartment,” she snapped her fingers and the gum at the same time with a giggle. “Like that, the apartments are clean. No spiders. They gots ninety nine channels of TV, too. There is a special move-in at two hundred bucks. And if’an ya tell them I sent ya over, then I gets one hundred buck off my rent for the month, too.”

I nodded with a smile. “That’s sound lovely for both me and you. You can write your name on a sheet of paper too for the hundred dollars discount on your month rental. May I start the cash register sales, now?”

The waitress popped the gum with a smile, back stepping and turned to the cash register.

I stood from the booth and turning with a smile and a nod of hope.

 

 

Saturday August 18th

3:03 p.m.

City of Birmingham

Birmingham Hospital Radiation Department

Lobby setting of physicist Nadean

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

I lounged inside the radiation department lobby space within Birmingham Hospital on top of the long and soft sofa with a pair of socked feet over the low table, a beverage in my right, and a bowl of potato chips on my left. I watched on the biggest hundred inched television device and ate all the snacks, seeing the Burn U football team, not dominate the University Eastern Florida Football Team which was nicknamed Manatees.

I had been working on the calculus calculations while setting up my football tail gate.

No one saw or bother Nadean, since the rest of her co-workers were outside in the pretty sun playing or shopping or goofying off the weekend days of Saturday and Sunday.

I worked on Saturdays afternoon, since I did not own a television monitor, seeing all the Burn U televised football games, and once in a while a bench-warming OT.

The television sporting announcer said via the television screen without a face, showing the players on the football field. “Burn U is down by five points which is less than one touchdown of seven points, being so close to the end of the football game, folks. This is not looking good for Birmingham University, losing the first game of the season with eighteen seconds left on the time clock.”

I chewed with a sour frown, mouth spitting the used food particles over both hands and my shirt. “Put my son into the game, Coach. Geez, I’m paying for all this entire ‘mule and horse’ show. At least, let him get a bloody nose. Naw, let OT give the manatee quarterback a bloody nose. Yeah then, I’ll feel a helluva lot better about paying you ninety eight thousand dollars with no cents for twelve calendar months.”

The television sporting announcer said via the television screen without a face, showing the players on the football field. “A new player from the Burn U side is running onto the game field. It’s number ninety, OT Sims.”

I jumped from the sofa, spilling the bowl of potato chips over my clothes, the furniture and floor with a scream, waving one hand, not the soda. “That’s my boy. Go, OT. Yay, Burn U, go, OT. That’s my son.” I stopped jumping, placing the soda can down over the low table, staring up at the television screen with nervousness.

The television sporting announcer said via the television screen without a face, showing the players on the football field. “The ball is snapped. The manatee quarterback looks for a tight end and pow down into the chest. It is a quarterback sack on the manatee team, the first one of the entire game by a new powerful quick defensive end, OT Sims.”

I jumped up and down, screaming with happiness and waved both hands with a smile, “That’s my son. Go, OT. Go, my boy, my little angel.”

The television sporting announcer said via the television screen without a face, showing the players on the football field. “Both teams have lined up. This is fourth down action play for the manatee team. They must punt to finish off the Burn U Bolts and win the first game of the season. The ball is snapped for the last play of the game. New kid OT Sims swiftly dodges the opponent and then beautifully blocks the football kick, missing the field kicker purposefully, watching the ball bounce over the kicker’s helmet and onto the green grass. He elegantly scoops up with two open palms the football with a pair of two black leather gloved hands, without tumbling down onto a toe. He runs on cleats down the field like a roadrunner for a winning touchdown. Burn U wins the football game, folks. It is an incredible finish by Burn U and their newest hero, OT Sims.” The Burn U crowd stood and cheered.

I moved and danced around the empty lobby, waving my arms, shaking my ass and smiled at my boy on television, all seven feet and no inches of solid muscle, a defensive end for the Birmingham University Bolts, who had helped Burn U win the first game of the football season.

 

 

 

Present day and place

2:59 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a left wrist, slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, relaxing within a physical body and relived another specific moment of my past adult life.

 

 

Fifty two years old Nadean and twenty two years old son OT

 

 

Thursday September 15th

8:18 a.m.

Birmingham Hospital

Business office setting of physicist Nadean

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

I drove to work like usual and sat inside my private office like always, reaching out and tapped on the flashing red colored light on the business telephone at my office desk. I lifted and listened through the receiver to a recorded message from Birmingham University that was left yesterday afternoon, asking for Mrs. Sims to call the school. And I deleted it with the touch of a button with a grin and a giggle. I loved high tech computers. This was the fourth voice message from Burn U about money.

Everything was about money, even from your kid.

OT had broken the data usage on the internet, passing the three mega bits on the leased mobile telephone as he had posted a series of vile messages over the internet site about his evil step-mommie. He didn’t want to use the personal laptop to track and trace it back to OT, because the mobile telephone access was safe and more expensive, within the mind of OT. Burn U owned and operated all the communication devises for the footballs, including the plasma television, movie player, the musical player, and the mobile telephone.

I had paid for every item that was needed for college for the rest of the school year, except when OT went over the data usage plan on the mobile telephone. Then I received a nasty telephone call or three from a pissed off Burn B accountant on my professional business landline, my professional email address, and a physical letter that required payment of six hundred thirty five dollars and forty one cents to Burn U.

“OT and the phone,” I exhaled and dialed up the bank, tapping math numbers, reaching my personal tiny money bank account and heard the mechanic balance of one hundred and twenty one dollars and fifteen cents. I gently replaced the receiver with a sour frown. “I can’t pay the phone overage, today. I get paid next Monday. Then I will call back, get the address, and send a check. Good plan!” I smiled at my executive decision as the mommie and the manager of OT. I turned to the desk and looked down, calculating the figures, typing the numbers into keyboard to set up the next three radiation treatments for tomorrow.

The business telephone rang.

I reached over and grabbed the phone, pulling into the right eardrum with a stern face. “Hello, this is Dr. Garland.”

Nadean paused and listened to the voice of OT on the other end of the business telephone.

I looked up with a smile to see the wall before my desk. The wall was covered in a nice array of art painting of seashells and crayon colors of a Florida rose that had been drawn by the sick and dying children here inside the radiation therapy department. I nodded with a grin to the wall of flowers. “OT, sweetheart, I’m fine, honey, just working.”

Pause.

“Yes, I received three phone messages from the school. Why have I received three telephone messages from the University, Mr. Hotshot Defensive end? Did you abuse the internet usage again, OT?”

Pause.

“Good kid, sometimes.”

Pause.

“Yes, dear, I’m holding the letter from Burn U. What exactly did the wall do to your friend’s fist?”

Pause.

“Yes, sugar, your mom has a great sense of humor along with a tiny cent of money.”

Pause.

“The second cent is spelled…c.e.n.t…as in money cents. I love you, dearly. Is this the west wall inside our rental apartment at Burn U instead of the east or south wall that had magical caved in too as stated in the police report filed by the University campus security? The invoice is three thousand and one hundred dollars even, no cents.”

Pause.

I laughed out loud. “Burn U doesn’t have a sense of humor like me, babe. What did the campus security do about the fist fight inside your apartment, dear?”

Pause.

“Nothing. They drove the drunkard boys back to the student dorm. That’s really nice of them. I thought you weren’t allowed fight parties inside the football apartments.”

Pause.

“It was over a female. And did you receive special permission to fight or party, darling?”

Pause.

“Okay, young man, I’m paying this invoice, too, but this will be the last one.”

Pause.

“I should use your money trust fund. Do you wanna guess where the previous three thousand plus dollars came from, OT?”

Pause.

“Your trust fund, too. You are a smart ass, boy,” laughing.

Pause.

“Are there any more caved-in walls or other physical damage inside your apartment that might be coming to me on another expensive vanilla-colored Burn U stationary?”

Pause.

“Yes, OT. I carefully read all my postal mail even the letters from Burn U. I love you, OT.”

Pause.

“Yes, darling. I see you on television all the time, sweetheart. I have to work on Saturdays. I take care of dying children.”

Pause.

“I need to sign some papers today. Okay, I’ll dash by the Dean’s office before I come over to you at lunch. How’s that?”

Pause.

“Okay, honey. That’s a date. I’ll park at your dorm parking lot. Bye, sweetheart. I love you.” The telephone disconnected. I held the receiver with a smile, slowly lowering the telephone back down to the hook with a giggle, returning to work, gratefully for my son OT.

 

 

Birmingham University

5th floor accounting department

11:31 a.m.

Business office setting

 

 

I left my business office at the hospital, driving the old van to the parking lot of the familiar building, strolling up the familiar steps, the familiar hallway and the familiar business office. I sat inside a new slick leather chair, staring at the fugly ugly face of the familiar accountant.

The ugly accountant did not smile. “Ms. Sims.”

I had been paying for the college education of my son for four years now. OT had graduated two years ago, earning a bachelor’s degree and then two years later with a master’s degree from Birmingham University. However, Burn U still would not address the properly name.

I said with a sneer and a sour frown. “Dr. Garland, my name is Nadean Garland, not Mrs. Sim, not Miss Sim, not Ms. Sim. There exists within this world another Mrs. Bitch Sims and that is not me. Have you got that, sir?”

He frowned. “Yes, Dr. Garland, the good news is that OT has not damaged anything inside his apartment. He is a very good student, well-behaved beau, and overall a good redneck from Florida. Do they call guys, rednecks down there, too?”

I shook my curls. “Naw, the bad ones are called assholes like his biological dad.”

He cleared a throat and turned with a tern face to see the computer screen. “The lump sum financial invoice is three thousand and five hundred dollars for the other wall, not the ones that have been repaired.”

I exhaled with a nod. “The total is three thousand and five hundred dollar for the other wall.”

“The amount is due next week. I can escort you to the accountant’s office for working out a payment schedule date, each month.”

I lifted and waved my own but useful checking book with a fake smile. “Thanks.” I stood from the leather chair, turning and burned a set of invisible fire balls into the nice mahogany conference room table, wishing that I could steal and sell it. The long meeting table held twenty four leather matching chair. I could steal one…naw…two chairs, selling for two thousand dollars each and my money problem would be completed resolved.

 

 

Burn U Football Apartment building

12:12 p.m.

6th floor and apartment number thirteen

Apartment living room setting of OT

 

 

I parked the old van inside an empty spot of the tall and shaded private football garage building and scooted out the van, moving swiftly through the heated deck, through the open archway and down the air conditioned hallway to see my son with a hum and a smile.

My visits with OT were secret, planned, and illegal, since no other female, including the other mothers were allowed to visit a biological son on the popular football team.

However, the star football player was granted a few wishes.

I stopped and stood in front of the closed door, gently knocking with a smile, having lunch with my son.

The door opened.

OT stood inside the archway with a grin and a chuckle, “Hey, sexy mama. Come into my casa, cookie, and eat some of my spaghetti, babe.” He back stepped from the archway, allowing her to enter.

I moved ahead, reaching out and slapping his bicep with a smile, “OT, ha, ha, funny little man.”

He pulled up next to her, leaning over her hair roots with a sour frown, “Little man?”

I smiled. “My funny big man, did I bruise your ego, darling?”

He leaned over and stared at her face with worry. “You’re sunburned, Mama. Does your face hurt?”

“Naw, sweetheart,” I turned and scanned the apartment, moving toward the long sofa from my old living room set in Florida.

He turned and stared with a stern face at the broken wall of plaster. “Am I in trouble with you, Mama?”

I shook my curls, twirling around in the pink tinted hospital scrubs and sat down on the old sofa, smiling at my only child. “No, honey, you’re good with the university and me, now. I’m glad this is your last year in the Burn U apartment complex and your old rowdy friends. When will you graduate…” I exhaled and shook my curls. I sounded like my dad when I struggled within my academic classes, attending Burn U while working two part-time jobs and making pennies count toward rent and food.

I stood upright and leaned over, hugging my son with a smile, pulling back with a nod, patting his shoulders, “I mean. When you leave Burn U and finally get a real job, you can pay for any physical damages yourself inside the new apartment, OT?”

OT reached down and grabbed her arm, turning, dragging them to the abused and used old dining room table with the four chairs from his home in Florida. “Vester and Vassar promised me a new car and the use of a rental apartment. I can ask them to pay a future fist or skull damage.” He stopped with a chuckle and stood, pulling out the chair for his mom Nadean.

I moved and sat down inside the pre-offered chair with a smile. “You can ask but that doesn’t necessary mean that you shall receive. My brothers have worked very hard to be where they are at in their happy life. A reckless teen is fun to watch, not fun to wait.”

He leaned over the table with a smile, scooping up the food into a set of two borrowed plates from his mom, too. “I thought about what you said, Mama. I believe that I’ll go into the Professional Football League for one year collecting some fast cash then go into law school. I wanna a lawyer like you.” He reached over and placed a pile of thin-sized spaghetti with scattered meat and tons of red sauce, scooting the plate in front of her chest.

I lifted the utensils, looking down and cut up the tower of food before eating with a smile. “I believe that to an excellent career path.”

He scooped up a plate of spaghetti, sliding it over the opposite chair of the small pub table with four seats, sitting down and cut the food with a sour frown at his mom. “Mama, is my dad blackmailing you or something?”

I chewed and swallowed the food, shaking my curls. “No, child, where did you get an idea like that?” I lifted the fork and ate the food with a puzzled brow.

He chewed and swallowed the food, saying with a puzzled brow. “You gave him your four football tickets which are the best seats within the entire Birmingham stadium, so you can’t come and watch me play football.”

The pub table with four high chairs was both small and close for a hand hold with a son or a nose rub with a husband. I reached over and patted on the naked arm of my son with a smile. “OT, I want your father within your life for this special short-lived time. You will be graduating very soon this year and then your college days are gone. Winfred is very proud of you.”

He stared down and cut up the food with a sour frown. “Funny, Winfred didn’t ever show his peacock tails of pride in Florida. He never believed in me,” he looked up with a smile to see his mom. “You believed in me. Getting out in our yard and tossing your lousy ball passes I caught every single one of them. Then you allowed me to play with the entire Coral Rock male line up of fire fighters at the fire station which was down the street in Coral Gables for fun, improving my sporting skills. Vester and Vassar worked me hard during the summertime plus breaks in-between school and then called me every Sunday, whether rain or sun or ice or wind or hurricanes. They talked to me about my personal game performance, giving my good pointers or kicking my ass, virtually by telephone. They were…acted more like a real dad, not Winfred Sims.” He lifted and chewed the food.

I frowned down at his silver tinted hair roots like mine, “OT?”

He stared with a sad face at the food. “Funny, Winfred Sims didn’t notice me when I was eight or ten or thirteen or seventeen, but at the age of twenty one. Yay, man, I am the infamous linebacker for the Burn U football team that has helped to win four back to back championship games. We are predicted to win our fifth national championship, Mama, next year in January.”

I exhaled with a puff of frustration and a fake smile. “Winfred is very proud displaying your tons of football pics at his work office. It makes him look great.”

OT looked up with a puzzled brow to see Nadean, holding the fork of food. “You don’t?” He ate the food, chewing.

I exhaled. “Sweetheart, I work in a sterile area, first. And second, I wear scrubs with a face mask and a shower cap that covers my earlobes and hair roots like now. No one even knows my first name. I’m called Dr. Garland, because the environment is very somber and serious. We treat dying children out of respect to their heartbroken parents. Does that make sense, honey?”

He swallowed the food, nodding with a stern face, “Yes ma’am, I sorry. I sometimes forget that your primary job is the hospital. You work, so much and so often. I really appreciate your short visits here to the university to come and see me, Mama.”

I smiled with a nod. “I’m not really allowed to visit the handsome linebacker in suite number thirteen. You only get one special pass for sneaking me into your apartment complex once per month, because of my pretty smile. The university’s security is very tight. I had to flirt with the guard…”

“Mama?”

I laughed, “Ha, ha, little man.” I lifted and ate the food, chewing with a nod.

“My dad doesn’t deserve your football tickets or my recognition. He doesn’t even pay for a penny of my college tuition.”

I grinned. “Lucky, you’re a pretty good linebacker and the university covers that, right sweetheart? What’s wrong? I can tell you’re upset at me.”

He shook a skull. “Not you.” He lifted the fork and ate the food.

“Him, don’t be angry at your dad, OT.”

He swallowed the food, saying with a confused brow. “You didn’t get to see my play in the game.”

I nodded with a grin. “I am at every single game from a television screen inside the lobby of my office department, a great big gigantic hundred inches of wiggling plasma that almost peels off my makeup. I have never missed your game or your performance since a red-shirted freshman. I sneak in at night for the night games,” giggling.

“Mama?”

“I work on Saturdays…”

“For the money, you should use my trust fund for your living expenses. Then you don’t have to work, so hard.”

I frowned. “OT, your father paid for your child support that I saved for you for your future. When you get out of college, you will need a couple of new business suites. You can’t walk around in a Burn U T-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, every day.”

“If’an you used…”

I reached over and patted his arm with a smile. “Listen to your redneck slang. I’m not paying good money for you to learn southern.”

“If you use the money…”

“Then I sit beside your dad and…”

“Her?”

I exhaled. “O yeah, her, that’s the problem.”

He exhaled. “Every person on planet Earth thinks that bitch is my real mama.”

I shook my curls with a smile. “She’s not. I’m pretty. She’s ugly. I’m smart. She’s dumb. I’m a southern belle. She’s a non-southern bitch.” He laughed. I smiled. “I love you. You’re my angel from heaven. And we have discussed that exposure thing on me. Your dad lives far, far away within the state of Florida…”

“The media cronies…”

“The media will find me, locate me, and harass my ass. Lookie, we agreed. I didn’t want to be stalked by un-desirables. I really do live right here in B’ham. But no one else knows that secret, but you and me.”

“I suggested a big mean dog.”

“Cat lover.”

“Gun.”

“Can’t shoot.”

“High rise.”

“Country girl.”

He stabbed the food with a sour frown. “You’re impossible to please, Mama.” He ate and chewed.

I smiled with a wink, “Naw, I gots you, babe.” I ate and chewed the good food which was made by my son OT.

“Mama, you’re too sweet on me and to him.”

“Love your neighbor as thy self.”

He smiled. “I know these words for me, but I would like say these words to you. This is my last year of college and football for me. If Burn U makes it all the way to the national championship game in January, then do you promise to come and see me play in my last college football game ever, Mama?”

I nodded with a smile “Yes sir, I’m there to see your toss the quarterback into the wind being good at something besides eating a tub of spaghetti in ten minutes flat.” I stood with a smile, holding the clean plate of food that I had eaten in eleven minutes flat, back stepping and turned, moving to the wash sink. OT stood and grabbed the dirty plates, rushing to the wash sink too. I slowly paced like an old woman toward the sink and stopped, standing over the clean sink with a confused brow, without dropping down the dirty set of dishes. “Enjoy your life, OT, even the little stuff too.”

He stopped and reached around her waist, grabbing and placed the delicate china plates over the side of the kitchen counter top.

The apartment door opened without a sound.

A tall young pimple-faced teen male entered the apartment of OT with a sour frown and a yell, pointing at the back spine of the pink hospital scrubs which was a girl. “Hey, OT, there ain’t no girls allowed during school days, boy.”

OT turned and whipped them around to face the college football player with a smile, wrapping an arm around her collar bone, nodding at the other teen. “This is my mama.”

The teen male moved closer with a grin and a wink at Nadean. “I believe the hot mama part. Can you be my sexy girlfriend, too?”

OT quickly released Nadean, rushing forward without stopping and shoved the other teen into the wall.

The teen recovered quickly, standing upright with a silly grin, rubbing a rear skull without a hurt marks on the wall plaster.

I exhaled with a sour frown.

OT back stepped and stood next to Nadean, turning with a smile to her cheekbone. “I love ya, Mama.”

I leaned over with a smile and a whisper. “I love you, OT.”

The teen male moved again closer for a second time with a grin, “Can I get…?”

OT advanced ahead with a growl and shoved the other teen male against the far wall for a second time. The teen sailed backward at great speed and hit, breaking the white plaster with a chuckle. OT back stepped and wrapped an arm around his mom with a stern face, moving her toward the open door, “Naw, now, get out, bubba, before I break your nose for the sixteenth time this year.”

 

 

2:22 p.m.

Third National Bank of Florida

Downtown Birmingham

ATM machine setting

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of dull sunlight

 

 

I left the apartment of my son OT without an escort but a big hug and a wet peck on the cheekbone at the archway of the door, sneaking through the hallway and back to the old van. I started the van and drove into the crowded parking lot of the bank, swinging my tallness out the door, not bothering to lock an old rusty van.

Please steal it!

I tapped to one of the two outside ATM machines and stopped, standing and sliding the ATM card into the vetted slot, watching it think.

The screen did not but showed the three words in a neon green: See Bank teller

Then the ATM stuck out the edge of the plastic card at her and then disappeared down into the darkness of the mechanical machine. I tossed both arms with a loud grunt, “Shit.” I back stepped and turned, moving into the bank.

 

 

Bank lobby setting

 

 

I moved forward and stopped, standing in front of the reception desk. The girl was watching the computer screen. I smiled with a nod at her nose profile, “Hi. My ATM was eaten by the machine.”

The ugly girl banged a pair of fake fingernails on the computer keyboard with a stern face. “You are either overdrawn on your account or a thief. I need to see your driver’s license.”

I ripped off the cheap handbag from a shoulder, scratching inside and lifted, showing off my Alabama driver’s license. I received it after waiting two hours, failing my eye examination as an old maiden from the land of cotton. But I had promised, swearing to almighty goodness to go to the eye doctor for a check up, white lie fibbing to the nice elderly DMV clerk about four years ago.

The girl reached over and grabbed the driver’s license, comparing to the screen, verifying the person with a sour frown, “Oohmm, you have bad credit.”

“Yes…” I turned with a whisper and scanned the crowed lobby as some of other people turned and whispered at hair roots of Nadean.

She pointed to the screen with a sour frown, “Ooohmm, your accounts are temporarily inaccessible,” she turned and frowned at Nadean. “Lemme go and get you one of the bank recovery counselors. He can explain the problem and guide you as one of our customers.” She back stepped from the computer, moving around the office desk, leading to a side wall o the wall which was away from the bank teller booths.

 

 

2:33 p.m.

1st floor suites

Business office of the bank recovery counselor

 

 

I swung around and strolled behind her back spine.

On the side door, the single door opened.

She moved down an empty hallway and stopped, standing inside an archway, pointing to the overweight and pale tinted male inside the chair with a fake smile, “This is your new bank recovery counselor, Mrs. Garland.” She back stepped and returned back the same hallway, leaving the first floor business suites for her reception desk.

He stood with a smile and extended a handshake, “Good morning…”

I stood inside the archway, tilting a chin with a smile. “Mr. Loyce, is that you? I remember you from Miami, Florida.”

Loyce dropped the hand with a grin and a nod, pointing down to an empty chair in front of the naked desk surface. “Ah, Dr. Garland, a very nice surprise indeed. I’m flattered that you recognized me. I’m glad to see you again. You seemed to have successfully moved from the big bad metro city Miami to the small town of Birmingham. Please have a sit in front of my desk.”

I moved inside and sat down in the empty chair with a smile, “Thank you.”

He turned and touched the computer keyboard, “What is the financial problem that I can assist you with, Dr. Garland?”

I smiled at his nose profile. “My ATM card has been gobbled into the machine, one. Two, my bank accounts are frozen.”

“Let us take a look-see here.” He hummed and typed on the computer keyboard with a smile, “Hmm, are you certain that you have not been robbed, Dr. Garland? You are missing roughly three million dollars from your bank account.”

I shook my curls. “No, I received three million dollars when I sold my house in Miami. Then I moved up here, my birth place. I just missed the moon and the mountains. Home sick, you know. Anyways, I received the monies then I had to pay off all my debts. I’m debt free now.”

He frowned. “Apparently not, you own money to the IRS money, your car note money, and a lawyer in Miami.”

I gawked in shock. “You…you can see all that inside my personal bank account at the Third National Bank of Florida.”

“Yes,” he turned and smiled at Nadean and then the computer screen. “The bank is the second party that the IRS contacts when it is owned monies. I see clearly. Your joint account is overdrawn.”

“O.”

“It seems that your husband has jerked the last bite of money from the personal bank account, without your permission thus creating a penalty and a monetary fee. I would remove Orion Tanner Sims from your account, immediately, Dr. Garland.” He typed on the keyboard and nodded at the computer screen.

I shook my curls with a smile to see his nose profile. “He is my son, not a husband. Orion Tanner is my son, but everyone calls him OT.”

He gasped and turned to see Nadean. “OT Sims is really Orion Tanner Sims. OT Sims, the infamous defensive linebacker for the Burn U football team that has helped won three championship games in a row.”

I smiled with a nod. “It will be a fourth championship in a row. I promise, Mr. Loyce. So you should always bet on Burn U.”

He smiled with a nod. “Yes, I do see, very clearly,” he turned and stared down at the computer screen with a smile. “Your bank account balance is a negative number, two dollar and sixty seven cents.”

I lifted and wiggled the cash inside a cupped hand with a smile. “I guess OT withdrew money before I could deposit this. I have in cash one thousand dollars to cover the lack of sufficient funding inside my checking account and a second pile of cash of five hundred dollars to place inside my saving account.”

He turned and gasped, reaching out and grabbed the money, spreading the stack over the office desk and recounted the money with a stern face. “I will deposit this, immediately. You should not carry around a large sum of cash inside the pockets of your hospital scrubs, Dr. Garland. You must be careful walking around the tenth nastiest city within the USA.”

I giggled with a grin at his balding skull. “Naw! I ain’t afraid of nothing.”

 

 

 

Present day and place

 

3:03 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the State of Alabama

Hidden underground cavern with red clay soil and gray limestone walls

Humid temperatures with damp air conditions

 

 

“OT…” I whispered and felt the burn on a right ankle, slowly exhaling, closing my eyelashes, drifting into another moment of my past adult life.

 

 

3:04 p.m.

City of Warrior

(20 miles north of Birmingham)

Home of landlord Mrs. Abercrombie

Dining room setting

Cold temperatures of wintertime with bright sunshine

 

 

Elf exhaled with a huff of worry, typing on the computer keyboard with a sour frown of worry for the life of Nadean Garland. “Stop making noise, Duckie. I can’t concentrate over here.”

Vassar typed on the computer keyboard with a stern face, searching electronically for a ping on the life of his older sister Nadean Garland. “The retransmitted signal was measured underneath the 5,800 ms ping which is barely heard over a single radio station frequency without a talk-show host.”

Vester sat inside a hard dining room chair, posing slightly behind the rear skull of his twin brother, searching the electronic screen for a ping location on the life of his older sister Nadean Garland. “Ping time refers how long it takes for the specific information to reach the specific destination. The time unit is averaged and measured in ms or milliseconds. One thousand milliseconds or ms are equal to one second. Ping times are all ground-based over the internet and range within one hundred ms category. A satellite usage is six hundred ms ping time.”

Teague sat inside a hard dining room, wiggling side to side, exhaling with a worried brow and watched the electronic screen as Vassar typed on the computer laptop. “I don’t need a science lesson. I need the location of Duchess, before the championship football game starts, right now.”

Duckie stopped and turned, jabbing a finger at the television with a nod and a smile. “OT has his game face on like normal just watching him chase the Bam U quarterback around the field like a mouse. Sic him, OT.” He hummed with a smile, watching the football game.

Bull pulled up a chair, sitting at the nose profile of Elf, pointing down with a stern face at the computer screen. “Can you break the re-transmitted signal like Vassar says, Elf?”

Elf exhaled with a sour frown, typing on the keyboard. “This encryption is a bitch. Some of the finest hacking I’ve seen in years.”

The television announcers said via the plasma device. “There’s a man open getting the check down. The Bam U quarterback is brilliant with the check downs. A check down is when the running backs are blocked and then the quarterback passes down the field to an open man who runs straight down the middle of the field for a touchdown. The football ball is located on the twenty yard line. It is Bam U’s first down position.”

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a stern face. “An airborne signal requires a flight of microwave to attack one of the many orbiting outer space satellites.”

Teague frowned at the computer screen. “GPS device technology is solely based on outer spacey satellites, so what?”

Elf typed on the computer keyboard with a sour frown. “Naw, I must say that I’m rather impressed and wished that I had conceived this algorithm, since I can’t break it.”

Bull turned and stared at the rear skull of Duckie, who was watching the football and OT’s behavior. “What the fuck are you humming over there, Duckie?”

Duck stopped humming and thumbed back over a collar bone with a smile to Teague, watching the football game and the performance of OT. “Blame, Tomcat. He came back into the office yesterday whistling a rebel song.”

Bull frowned at the rear skull of Duckie. “What rebel song?”

Duckie shrugged a shoulder, watching the football game. “Don’t know. I mean I do know. It’s an old, old southern hymn.” Bull stood from the chair and turned, moving and stood behind Duckie, watching the football game too.

Vester watched his brother. Vassar continued to type on the laptop. “Loyce pinged into a satellite array within the geostationary orbit that travels at twenty two thousand miles per hour within outer space and then the ping is relayed back by a retransmitted arriving signal through a wireless transponder on planet Earth. A transponder is an automatic electronic monitoring control device that receives, cross-examines, amplifies, and retransmits.”

Teague frowned at the nose profile of Vester and the rear skull of Vassar. “I don’t care about outer spacey. I care about finding Duchess before the game starts.”

Bull back stepped from the television plasma screen and turned, sitting back down into the hard chair beside Elf. Elf smiled. “I have another vector in pursue. If I trace the fling backward and then track the ping forward, I can uncover the hidden location of Duchess,” he typed on the computer keyboard with a set of strange symbols and words in the computer language.

Bull reached over and slapped the bicep of Elf with a smile. “Hurry up, bro.”

Elf wiggled both shoulders with frustration and a sour frown. “Don’t rush, the man.”

Bull frowned. “I am sorry. I am worried about Nadean.”

Elf said. “Stay cool. Stay calm. Level heads will get the work done, smoothly.”

Vassar typed on the keyboard computer with a stern face. “When an American reporter conducts an interview with an international reporter over the Atlantic Ocean, there is a noticeable time lag in the vocal conversation. You hear a pause, after the American reporter asks a question and before you see the international reporter acknowledge the question and then reply.”

Teague frowned at the rear skull of Vassar. “How the hell do you know that?”

Vester smiled at the rear skull of Vassar. “There was noticeable time lag in…hello.”

Teague tossed both arms into the air with a worried brow and a worried heart, “Fine, now, ping me into Duchess. Where is she?”

Vassar stopped typing with a sour frown on the computer keyboard. “We lost her. We lost Nadean, Vester. Loyce is the only person on planet Earth that knows her secret location.”

Elf turned and frowned at the face of Bull. “What the fuck is that song that you’re humming into my earlobe, Bull?”

Bull smiled with a musical baritone tone. “Are you from Dixie? I say from Dixie. Where the fields of cotton beckon to me? I’m glad to see you. Tell me I’ll be you. And the friend, I’m longing to see…”

Duckie watched the football game, nodding with a smile, singing in tenor tone. “Are you from Alabama, Tennessee or Caroline? Any place below the Mason Dixie Line. Are you from Dixie? I say from Dixie. ‘Cuz I’m from Dixie too,” chuckling.

Teague turned and frowned at the nose profile of Bull. “Loyce was humming that song.”

Bobcat turned and frowned at the nose profile of Teague, “Naw.”

Elf looked down and typed on the keyboard computer with a stern face. “Duff Loyce is Florida-born and raised-up like a seashell Miami, a true South Florida native.”

Bull smiled with a nod at the television screen, watching the football game, “Picked up redneck habits.”

Elf frowned and typed at the computer screen. “Naw, assholes do not pick up redneck habits ever, never, period.”

Teague exhaled with a huff of frustration, turning and stared down at the computer in front of Vassar. “Don’t give a shit about rednecks or assholes. Please, find Duchess before I have a heart attack.”

Vassar looked up with a confused brow to see Elf on the opposite side of the dining room table. “Loyce was singing a Dixie hymnal, but he was born in US State of Florida. That’s weird.”

Bull whipped his mobile telephone, typing and reading the information with a stern face. “That’s a southern song that was written in the year 1915 by lyricist Jack Yellen and composer George Cobb.”

Vester looked up with a confused brow to see Elf too. “That’s weird-ass. What’s the Dixie tune Loyce was singing?”

Teague looked down with a confused brow to see the floor. “Loyce wasn’t singing it. He was humming it.”

Vester gasped and spun around inside the chair to see Teague. “When, Teague? Where was Loyce humming a Dixie tune?”

Teague looked up with a puzzled brow to see Vassar, shaking his curls. “When I was at the bank, investigating the bank account for Duchess…”

“Shit.” Vester gasped. “It is a message, a subliminal message. Loyce or the sub-conscious of his mind knows the location of Nadean.”

Bobcat frowned. “His sub-conscious mind has and holds Duchess.”

Elf smiled with a nod at Vassar. “We just found out where Duchess is being kept.” He typed on the computer, looking up a geographical map of the State of Alabama.

Bull pointed down to his mobile telephone with a smile. “Ya’ll, there is a Dixie Avenue or a Dixie Highway. Long time ago, in the 1830s, Dixie Highway was called the Nashville Turnpike, making up US Highway 31, coming from Nashville, Tennessee down to Birmingham, Alabama. Duchess is in Nashville, not Birmingham. The metro city of Nashville is only four hours north of Birmingham.” He looked up with a stern face and a nod to see Teague. “Loyce grabbed her last night and whisked her away up there. We need to leave and contact the Nashville FBI folks.”

Elf stopped typing and read the map on the computer screen with a stern face. “And adding to that particular possible geographical placement, present day US Highway 31 also parallels Interstate 65 along certain specific tracts of land. I believe that Loyce has sub-consciously pinpointed and placed Duchess inside a hiddy-hole between the cities of Nashville and Birmingham. Specifically, the tracts of land, paralleling Highway 31 and Interstate 65 should be investigated. I got a computer map here on my computer.”

Every FDA inspectors accessed a map of Alabama on a mobile telephone as Tank, Duke, and Elf, and Vassar accessed a map of Alabama on the computer laptop screen. All eyeballs read the new information as all the eardrums listened to the conversation.

Bull sat next to Elf, typing and accessed a map of Alabama on his mobile telephone with a stern face. “Interstate 65 connects the north-south cities, starting from the southern seaport of Mobile, Alabama up to the northern farmlands of Gary, Indiana. The interstate parallels US Highway 31 for much of its roadway route with the exception of the stretch of northwest portion of Alabama.”

Bobcat moved and dragged a chair, stopping and sitting next to Teague. Teague sat inside a chair behind Vassar and Vester in front of the computer screen. Bobcat read from his mobile telephone. “That’s not good, ya’ll. The entire roadway of Interstate 65 goes for 367 miles from the top of the Appalachian Mountains, coming down to the tip of the Gulf coast waters.”

Teague whipped out and read from his mobile telephone the new information to all eardrums. “The northwest section of Alabama for Interstate 65 part is mostly made up of the seven miles of concrete and steel bridge that is above the Tennessee River, coming from the dry land of Limestone County running through the river part of Morgan Country. Duchess is not there underneath a seven mile bridge or inside a paddle boat of fresh river water, since Loyce is pale skinned and overweight. The man has never sees a sunrise or a sunset or a solar flare of sunlight.”

Bull read from his mobile telephone, “The major cities along the interstate exchange in the state of Alabama include Athens, Decatur, Cullman, Birmingham, Clanton, Montgomery…”

Teague looked up with a stern face to see each inspector, shaking his curls, “Stop. Loyce is not inside the city of Montgomery. That’s too far south from the national championship game by two hours. And he is not inside the city or Nashville being too far north of Birmingham also. So we concentrate our study between the cities of Athens and Birmingham.”

Bull pointed down to the mobile telephone with a stern face. “The first intersection of Highway 31 and Interstate 65 is the first Alabama rest spot for vehicle travelers near the city of Athens in Limestone County.”

Duckie smiled with a nod at the television screen, watching the game. “I’ve been there. There’s a gigantic rocket ship that went up into outer space and then splashed back down into the ocean waters. NASA captured it and brought it to live in Athens. It stands upright like it’s going to blast off into the sky again.”

Teague typed on his mobile telephone with a stern face, shaking his curls. “Naw, Duchess is not there, either.”

Bull read from his phone with a stern face. “The second interstate exchange is at the location of Elkton Road. The road acts as a frontage road into the freeway through Holland Gin and Sandlin Road at the interstate exit of 361.”

Teague typed on his phone with stern face, shaking his curls. “Naw, that’s too much rural country for a city slicker like Loyce. Forget about the interstate portion that passes through Limestone County and the city of Athens. I was born out there, not much but cotton and cows.”

Bobcat nodded with a smile, typing on his mobile telephone. “And I plan to see, soonest, since I’m retiring after this bullshit run.”

Elf frowned at the computer screen, following the route of the interstate, “How about the city of Decatur that is off the interstate grid, also?”

Bull read from the phone. “Pike Road leads west one mile from interstate 65 to highway 31 in the city of Falkville.”

Teague typed on the phone with a stern face. “Naw, there’s more rednecks with guns. Loyce would be dead before he slammed the car door for gasoline and Duchess would be safe as a country princess.”

Bull read from the phone with a stern face. “We move down into Blount County. There is Reid Gap on the interstate exit 284. Highway 31 merges onto the freeway for a three mile stretch that overlaps into the cities of Hamilton and Garden City.”

Vassar read from the computer screen with a stern face, “Naw, the original roadway path of highway 31 alignment was discontinued because of the new freeway system through the Reid Gap. Loyce couldn’t find his butthole up there in the Bryant Mountains.”

Bobcat reached over and slapped the collar bone of Teague with a smile, “And either can Teague.”

Teague sneered down at the phone. “Fuck off, Eckward.”

Bull read from the phone with a stern face. “Ya’ll, at exit 271 in the city of Gardendale, Highway 31 stems west from Interstate 65.”

Elf read from the computer screen with a stern face. “Naw, it is three miles west of the interstate exit ramp. You are thinking about the ramp exchange right off of Highway 31 at exit 266. Interstate 65 kisses the pavement at highway 31 going north into the city of Birmingham or south into Fultondale.”

Duckie nodded with a smile, reading his mobile telephone, “Yeah, that’s the hidden location of Duchess. Bring up a viewing map of exit 266 on the laptop, Elf.”

Elf shook a skull, looking at the computer screen. “Don’t bother. I’m from Fultondale. There’s nothing but residential houses, small Mom and Pop retail businesses, and lots of cotton and cows. And Loyce would not be very welcomed there. He doesn’t speak with a sweet twangy southern accent. The sheriff would be tailing his ass out of Fultondale back into B’ham, to swiftly with a boot toe.”

Bobcat exhaled with a huff of worry, staring down into the phone. “Okay, after the city of Fultondale, there is the messy bridge construction of Interstate 22 that is coming from Memphis, Tennessee. Then you hit ‘malfunction junction’ that connected the big three ugly three interstates of 20, 59, and 65. And we are back into the heartland of downtown Birmingham.” He looked up with a worried brow to see hair roots of each inspector.

Teague looked down to see the floor, singing softly and stopped, looking up with a puzzled brow to see the hair roots of each inspector. “There are more words to that Dixie song. What are the rest of the song lyrics?”

Bobcat looked down and typed on the mobile telephone, reading out loud for all the eardrums. “My home was way down in old Alabama, on the plantation near Birmingham, and there’s one thing certain I’m sure flirting, with those southbound trains….” He looked up with a puzzled brow to see the nose profile of Teague. “Where’s the train station?”

Elf typed on the computer with a smile. “The city street address is 1919 Morris Avenue. It is the local of both the train and bus station for people leaving Birmingham with freight and passenger trains.”

Teague shook his curls with a stern face, “Naw, not the current train station.”

Vassar typed on the computer with a smile and a nod. “The first train station was established in the month of December 13 within the year of 1819 along with a few plantation cotton farms. The first owner was…”

“….McLendon was the first plantation owner on the outskirts of Birmingham in the old South.” Vester nodded with smile, reading his mobile telephone.

Bobcat turned and parted his lips to see Teague. “There’s a McLendon Park surrounding Eighth Avenue and Gray Avenue.” He stood with Teague.

“Old Gray Man,” Vassar stood from the chair and spun around with a smile and a nod to see Teague and slapped the collar bone of his brother Vester.

Birmingham Vulcan Stadium was located on Gray Avenue. The ball field was constructed in the year 1925, seating 22,000 spectators. Today, at the annual National USA Championship University Football finale game, the stadium seated 100,000 individuals. The stadium consisted of six press television media boxes, forty-four private sky boxes, massive rows of curved bleacher seating that covered the radius of the interior of the stadium, and seven eating areas for food service.

The stadium had existed for so long. It was now affectionately termed as the “Old Gray Man” for an ancient silver-tinted statue of the Greek god named Vulcan that reigned over the healthy green grass.

“Everyone, grab a gun and a ride and get to Old Gray Man, pronto.” Teague back stepped from the twin brothers, turning and leading from the dining room, through the archway, and out from the residential house, dashing toward his sports car. Since he had lived within the city limits of Birmingham longer than the twin brothers and knew all the shortcuts and he was anxious to see Nadean again.

Vassar swung around and grabbed the laptop for information, looking up with a nod in silence to Duke and Tank. They didn’t need instructions, since Duke and Tank would follow closely behind Teague inside the two separate sports cars. The sports car carried more equipment that might be needed to save Nadean and kill Loyce. Vassar turned and followed behind the back spines of Vester and Teague.

 

 

3:33 p.m.

Outdoor front yard of Mrs. Abercrombie

Cold temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Teague slammed open the front door, hitting the wall without a care, leading over the front porch, down into the grass. Vassar and Vester surrounded him. Teague looked down at the nicely paved driveway with a stern face, dashing toward his car. “The entire city of Birmingham is built on top of caverns. Thousands of tunnels and sink holes surround the radius of the city. The Birmingham Vulcan Stadium was built in the year 1925 and then collapsed after a massive summertime thunderstorm. Then the city council re-built the thing in the year 1926 by pouring columns of concrete, making a set of cylinders like building a set of birthday candles on top of the chocolate frosting icing. Loyce is down there with Duchess. He is hiding her there between the columns of concrete while watching the National Championship Game on a cell or a laptop.”

Vassar moved next to Teague with a nod. “I concur. Loyce is closely watching to see if OT will toss the game in favor of Bam U.”

Vester stopped and stood next to the passenger door. The door opened. He allowed Vassar to climb into the rear seat, saying with a growl. “And I have conceived a better idea. We are going to find and watch Loyce suffocate to death between my two bare hands.”

“Yeah,” Teague stopped and stood in front of the driver’s door, raising an arm, slapping the other hand over the handle. The door opened.

Vester slid into the front passenger seat, without belting into the leather and closed the door. “Call up the specs on the Old Gray Man, Vassar. Let’s find that bastard and then have some deadly fun,” chuckling.

Teague slid inside and ignited a cold engine for .005 seconds, jerking the stick into first gear, heading toward the Birmingham Vulcan Stadium, moving away from the driveway and onto the highway, illegal speeding without a set of flashing lights and a worried brow. “Don’t ya, boys leave me out of this.”

Vester reached up and held the hand bar on the ceiling with a smile and chuckle, staring out the wind shield. Teague was driving too fast to watch the trees fly by without upsetting the stomach or the eyeballs. “We won’t dream of it, Tomcat. Talk to me, Vassar.”

Vassar stopped typing and stared down at the computer screen, reading out loud for all eardrums. “Old Gray Man began in the year 1926 at the cost of 439,000 dollars. It was completed in the year 1927 and named Legion Field in honor of the warrior Americans. The city council approved new modifications which were granted in the year 2006. The capacity of the stadium increased from 66,000 to 69,901 spectators. The lower tier can seat up to 20,000, the middle tier up to 24,000, and the upper tier up to 22,000. There are 10,400 seats in the lower tier corners which can be converted to standing room to allow an additional 3,120 spectators. The total capacity includes 2,000 business seats, 400 seats for the press, 106 luxury boxes with seating for up to 174, and 165 berths for wheelchairs and the like.

“The Old Gray Man offers three daycare centers and a mega fan merchandise shop. There are numerous restaurants and fast-food establishments around the stadium’s exterior. There are four team locker rooms. One each home teams and their respective opponents, four coach rooms, and two locker rooms for referees. And there are 851 toilets…”

Vester growled with a sour frown at the wind shield, holding onto the hand rail. “Useful datum, Vassar.”

Teague drove the sports car illegally with a chuckle and a grin. “I’ve been there many times for sporting events, since becoming a native of Birmingham, not permanently, thou. I plan to retire back to Brier, tomorrow. But to me, it looks like a great big fucking-ass black rubber tire tread, resting on its side.”

Vester stared out the wind shield with a smile and a chuckle, “Precisely, it is a great big fucking-ass black rubber tire tread, Teague.”

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a smile and a chuckle. “The unique property of rubber exhibits the Mullins Effect plus the Payne Effect, creating a unique physical and chemical product called hyper-elastic. Therefore, natural rubber offers good elasticity. The two solvents of rubber are turpentine and petroleum. The French gentleman Francois Frenau discovered the petroleum component of rubber in the year 1764. However, rubber does not dissolve easily.”

Teague drove the car with a stern face. “Everyone knows that. You see stacks of damn rubber tires that could touch up to the heaven for miles.”

Vester stared out the wind shield, holding onto the hand bar from the wild driving of Teague. “On a microscopic scale, rubber is a disorganized cluster of wrinkled chains. Cooling a chain permits conformational of the cluster bed, creating longer wrinkled chains. However, a cold-ass rubber produces a low elasticity property and strains the chain, producing a wrong-o change in the linear bond length. This was the cause of the space shuttle disaster, where the series of flattened o-rings which were made from elastic rubber and then failed to relax, filling the gap.

“The wrinkled chains of stretched rubber are susceptible to crystallization. The twisted chains turn and spin while growing crystallites. Crystallization occurs when an inflated kiddie birthday party balloon withers, when touched by a hand. The temperature of the human hand is warm enough to melt the crystals.

“So, the vulcanization of rubber creates a bond between the wrinkled chains, limiting the freedom of the crystals, tightening the strain. The elasticity is constant, making the rubber harder and less extensible.

“Rubber particles are formed in the cytoplasm of specialized cells called laticifers within the rubber plant. You call latex. Latex is the polymer cis-1, 4-polyisoprene with a molecular weight of one hundred million daltons, including five percent dry mass of proteins, fatty acids, resins, and salt.”

Teague drove at an illegal speed, passing cars over the interstate with a smile. “Salt, fatty acids, and proteins live in rubber like me, a breathing human being.”

Vester smiled with a nod, “A very perceptive observation, Tomcat.”

Vassar said. “Rubber trees exist and live, too, producing latex.”

Vester said. “Natural rubber is an elastomer and a thermoplastic, meaning the rubber is heated and then is cooled but is degraded into a usable geometric shape for every day people’s lifestyle for business usage. But it cannot ever be destroyed.”

Vassar said. “Rubber has only one enzyme. Latex has small molecular weight proteins. The proteins serve as cofactors. About thirty million tons of rubber is produced each calendar year on planet Earth. Around forty two percent is natural rubber. The fifty five percent is synthetic rubber which is derived from petrochemicals. Around seventy percent of natural rubber is used in vehicle rolling tires. Some everyday latex products include rubber gloves, condoms, balloons, and such-like.”

“Got it,” Teague drove around the slower cars over the roadway with a smile and a nod.

Vester said. “The first use of rubber was found by the ancient civilization called the Olmecs, passing their entertaining knowledge of natural latex plant from the rubber tree in the year 1600 BC to the ancient Mayans. Then the two ancient kingdoms hot boiled the harvested rubber, making a rounded ball for the first ever Meso-american football game.”

Teague turned and frowned at the nose profile of Vester and then viewed the road with a laugh. “You’re fuckingly shitting me, man.”

Vassar chuckled. “Vester doesn’t fuck or shit like a regular man, Teague. And his academic lecture is both historically accurate and pictorially complete.”

Teague drove with a smile. “Bullshit, I will after we rescue Duchess.”

Vester stared out through the windshield with a stern face, still holding onto the hand rail on the rooftop of the sports car. “Natural rubber is vulcanized, a process of heating and adding sulfur, improves the resistance and elasticity, preventing it from perishing. Charles Goodyear in the year 1839 developed a rudimentary version of vulcanization. Before World War Two, carbon black was added to rubber, improving its strength, especially in vehicle tires. The Birmingham Vulcan Sports Stadium is completely composed of used and abused black rubber vehicle tires. However, natural rubber is also susceptible to microbial degradation during the vulcanization process by one single solo gram bacterium belonging to the genus Gordona. An actinomycete isolette called Gordonia polyisoprenivorns. It degrades, not destroys both the natural rubber cis-1, 4-polyisoprene, thus allowing the exterior façade of the new Stadium live and breath as a new entity.”

Teague turned and frowned at the nose profile of Vester and then back to the road with a puzzled brow. “How do you know that, Vester?”

Vester turned and smiled at the nose profile of Teague, “Because we discovered it, Teague.”

Teague drove and parted his lips with a whisper, “That’s means.

Vester turned and smiled at the wind shield. “Yeah, that’s means.”

Vassar stopped typing and stared at the computer screen, reading out loud for all eardrums inside the rear seat. “Vester, the stadium construction includes an underground two-tiered parking deck allotment for two thousand vehicle spots.”

Teague drove with a sour frown and a worried heart, “Damn, USA’s biggest underground car parking garage, just fucking great.”

Vassar read from the computer screen with a stern face. “There is an underground subway tunnel, coming from the Vulcan parking lot, transporting east to west for all spectators with a personal vehicle, stopping at an elevated platform with six elevator carriages. The main entrance design allows for foot traffic from both the ground surface and four sets of below ground elevators. The roof has in-built roller blinds which may be drawn back and forth from sunny days and rainy nights. There are ten thousand parking places into the Vulcan parking garage, five hundred spots for the buses, and two hundred more spots for reserved disabilities. Nadean is not hidden underneath the stadium’s platform of 200,000 tons of concrete and 36,000 tons of steel.”

Vester nodded to the wind shield, “Agreed.”

Vassar stared down at the computer screen with a stern face. “In point four miles, you will see a red bricked six story tall new building on your right which is across the street from the north bleacher seating of the Stadium. Travel straight ahead into a grassy soccer field like a redneck, who doesn’t have an entrance ticket into the Championship Football Game, Teague. The Vulcan Tower is 457 feet tall, Vester. The executive administration rents out the panoramic penthouse view for numerous sporting game and party celebrations.”

Vester nodded at the wind shield with a stern face. “Good work, Vassar.”

 

 

3:48 p.m.

Old Gray Man

Dead brown and tan winter grass parking lot setting

Cold temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Teague slowed and stopped, parking the car over the dead brown and tan colored winter grass, killing the engine and opened the door. He slide out and stood over the dead grass, scanning the landscape of the stadium and the buildings and closed the door with a stern face.

The passenger door opened.

The twin brothers exited the car and moved, stopping and huddled around Teague.

Vassar stood on top of the dead grass, looking down with a stern face to see the laptop. “Nadean’s heated signal would be impossible to ID within a crowd of 100,000 for both us and Loyce. And Nadean could have been found by a drunken Bam U fool. Therefore, Loyce has hidden her underground. Plus, a single heartbeat will never been reflected from a ping time of the satellite covered within tons of red clay dirt,” he pointed at the electronic map. “The Old Gray Man does not have any tunnels, since the parking lot covers the soil.” He looked up to see the building. “The only logical conclusion, there is an ancient underground passage underneath the newly built structure, the Vulcan Tower. There is a natural land opening that is located on the southwestern corner of that building, probably holding a set of big heavy work equipment and such-like that would used to construct the foundation of the building.”

Vester turned and stared at the building. “Agreed. It is an elegant entrance nicely out of the way of an eye viewing crowd of wild fans and calm police for those attending a grand sporting event.”

Vassar looked down with a stern face to see the computer screen. “Loyce is a true genius, plotting his plan to the letter.”

A set of four other vehicles illegal sped drove down the same avenue and turned, sliding over the dry dead grass, splitting and stopping between the sports car of Teague.

The doors opened.

Each FDA inspector moved from a vehicle, dashing and stood in silence inside the huddle with Vassar, Vester, and Teague.

Tank and Duke exited from the individual sports car and ran, stopping and stood inside the huddle too. Each one carried and wore a backpack. Tank turned and handed out a piece of metal equipment to each member in silence.

Vassar turned and nodded to each team member with a smile. “These are the newest faddie by me and Vester, a wrist communicator that works like a mini-cell phone for the arm for our new set of FDA friends.”

Teague turned and scanned each face with a stern face and a new order, thumbing back over a collar bone to the building. “There is a tunnel underneath that new building on the southwestern corner. We believe that Duchess and Loyce are there. Go back to the FDA issued vehicle and capture every piece of survival and rescue gear that you can carry between your two hands and over both your two collar bones, around your throat and over your back spine and then hustle your ass to come and help me tote out the dead body of fat ass Loyce from the cave. I will run ahead to find and to kill Loyce. You come inside the tunnel without the rebel screaming for my victory. We will all party hardy when this is over with. And I want all of you to meet my girl Duchess,” smiling

Bobcat nodded with a smile, “Got it. And I get to shoot one bullet into Loyce, before he dies. Don’t leave me out, Teague.”

Teague turned and winked with a grin. “I won’t, Eckward.” Teague, Vester, Vassar, Tank, and Duke turned and dashed toward the southeastern corner of the building.

 

 

3:59 p.m.

Southwestern tunnel entrance

Cold temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

A lonely tall male paced side to side inside the dark entrance way of a rectangular shaped darker hole. If you did not notice him, then you would not be interested for a dark journey down inside a dark cold tunnel that was sucked underneath a new building.

Teague stopped before the entrance of the cavern and turned, slammed a back spine and slid down the smooth brick of building with a sneer, sitting in a crouch. Vester, Vassar, Tank, and Duke surrounded Teague, leaning around the edge of the building to see a lonely sentry also. They squatted around Teague. Teague raised a gun with a sneer into the face of Vester. “I’ll take him out. Then you run inside for…”

“Naw,” Vester reached up and grabbed the arm of Teague with a stern face, shaking his buzz cut. “You stay here, Teague. My guess is that there are more sentries than a single male at the entrance point.”

Vassar looked down and typed on the computer with a stern face, reading out loud the information for all eardrums. “The Vulcan Building is 457 feet high with thirty-three floors, measuring 600,000 square feet of office space. The base floor is 140,000 square feet. I am converting the 140,000 square feet into acres. One land acre is 43,560 square feet. The building square footage is equal to the math ratio of 3.21396 of an acre. One acre of land equals seventy six percent of a football field plus both end zones. A football field is 360 feet long and 160 feet wide. Therefore one acreage that is inside a man-made building structure is seventy six time 360 feet equal to 273.6 feet. Then I will multiple 273.6 feet by the math ratio of 1.60698, equaling 879.33 or roughly about 880 feet of base flooring.”

Vester nodded to Teague. “Loyce is not located on the far side of the building, so half of that math figure is 440 feet. And Loyce is not located at the mid-point either, since a tunnel is always a set of un-stable dirt cave-ins. So I take half of that math figure, marking at 220 feet. And if I guess here, the four dumb ass sentries would be precisely fifty five feet apart, guarding the dirty smelly red clay before we locate Nadean.”

Teague exhaled with a huff of frustration, turning with a growl to Vester and Vassar. “Fine, test your math theory, boys. But if you are gone from here more than five point six seconds, since that is the travel time for killing a man up close and personal, then I am coming with a gun in both hands.”

Vester nodded with a grin in silence and stood upright, leading Vassar, Tank, and Duke toward the entrance cave.

 

 

4:03 p.m.

Underground cavern

Red clay soil and walls

Humid temperatures with damp air currents

 

 

Vester continued with a swift pace without showing a weapon or a beverage or a back pack of gear, moving toward the entrance tunnel and stopped, standing in front of the tall male with a smile and a chuckle. “Loyce sent me. You’re replacement. Have you been following any of the football game, buddy? Burn U is up by seven points. I think my team is going to win.”

The tall blonde male turned and stood with a sneer, leaning into the face of Vester. “Password?”

Vester smiled. “Fart face, right?”

He frowned with confusion. “Fart? Face?”

“Okay, penis ball.” Vester chuckled.

“Penis? Ball?”

Vester reached up and cupped a palm with a wink, squeezing the fingers together with a smile. “You look like you might have a nice penis ball that could fit into the palm of my hand which would be round, hard, and juicy. Is that right, dude?”

He looked down with a puzzled brow to see the flexing hand of Vester, “My penis ball?”

Vester smiled down at the blonde colored hair roots. “It is these round things between our dicks which a guy like me likes to lick with the tip of my pink tongue.”

He frowned down at the flexing hand with confusion, “Guys? Lick?”

Vester folded his hand into a fist, punching it into the open mouth of the first sentry.

The sentry drew a nose and a mouth of blood first, seeing a cloud of yellow stars second. The sentry stumbled backward into the dirt wall hitting a rear skull first and an ass last down onto the dirt cave.

The mate of Vester, Tank stood upright and advanced from the building, shoving a hand on the collar bone of Vester in silence to move forward, finding Nadean.

Tank dropped down a heavy backpack of weapons and electronics from a shoulder, turning with a sneer to finish bleeding the idiot, who had dared to piss off his mate.

Vassar and his mate Duke dashed ahead from the edge of the building, entering the cavern, catching up with Vester. They jogged down a tunnel of floor of red soil that was mixed with touches of limestone gray rock and densely packed red clay.

Each one hauled on a back spine a total of three heavy backpacks with equipment and electronics to rescue Nadean plus eliminate Loyce.

 

 

4:07 p.m.

55 feet ahead within the cavern

110 feet from the entrance of the cavern

Second sentry post setting

 

 

He moved ahead with a smile and a wink without a back pack or a beverage of water.

The second sentry was a tall young blond-haired male slowly pacing side to side and stopped, turning to stare at the new stranger who possessed a red buzz cut like a military man.

He stopped with a wink. “Hi there, I’m gay. And you’re so cute.” Vester leaned over and sweet breathed into the face of the male and lifted, firing a hand gun into the guts of the second sentry, burning a hole out the other side into the dirt wall with a chuckle, “Works every damn time.”

 

 

4:05 p.m.

55 feet ahead within the cavern

165 feet from the entrance of the cavern

Third sentry post setting

 

 

The third sentry with a head of blonde hair sliced his eyeballs side to side, standing and faced the entrance of the cave, listening and watched.

Vester approached with a smile and a nod, “Dude?” The sentry lifted and pointed the rifle barrel into the face of Vester. Garland lifted both hands with a smile, “Peace, man, do you want some cold fresh spring water from Tampa, Florida?” He wiggled the cold wet sweaty bottle of water in one hand.

The sentry turned and stared at the bottle, reaching out and grabbed the bottle with a left hand, cuddling the rifle between an armpit and right hand. He jerked the bottle of water up over the lips, tossing a skull backward without a drop of water. He looked down and checked the stout of the bottle. It was sealed shut with the plastic ring intact. He handed the bottle toward Vester in silence.

Vester chuckled with a smile. “Dude, open your bottle or hold your gun?” He reached out for the rifle and drew back the hand quickly, sliding a hand left toward the bottle then drew it back. He reaches a left hand for the gun and then shifted the horizontally side to side.

The sentry was intrigued with Vester shuffling hand motions.

Vester stopped both hands in mid-air, paralleling both arms to the ground and reached out with a left hand toward the gun but folded and lifted the fist into the jaw line of the sentry with a hard punch.

The fourth sentry dropped down and landed over the dirt soil, unconscious.

Vassar dashed ahead and reached over, slapping the collar bone of Vester with a chuckle and a grin, “Slick move.”

“Next.” Vester back stepped and turned, jogging over the fresh clay.

 

 

4:07 p.m.

55 feet ahead inside the cave

220 feet from the entrance of the cavern and sunshine

Fourth sentry post setting

 

 

The tall blonde haired male aimed the rifle barrel with a sour frown at Vester and then Vassar with a sneer. “Halt there and identify yourselves?”

Vester and Vassar halted and stood between two cheekbones of the sentry guard with a smile. Vester thumbed back over a collar bone with a smile, “Sleepy. Grump. Bashful,” He pointed at the fourth sentry with a confused brow. “Who are you, again, dude?”

“Angry…” Vassar reached over and popped the side of the nose bridge on the fourth sentry with a growl and a sour frown.

The sentry stumbled backward from the violent pitch into the dirt wall, landing into a crump of mixed limbs, bleeding from the nostrils, unconscious.

Vester and Vassar turned and slowly moved over the dirt soil to the next surprise.

Tank moved slowly behind, toting numerous back packs for him and Vester.

Duke moved behind Vester and Vassar and dropped the three backpacks and a folded body down onto the dirt soil, attacking with the hunting knife for a permanent rest of the last stupid sentry that wanted to work for an evil man like Duff Loyce. Now, each sentry was dead and descended down into fiery hell.

Then, their evil master Duff Loyce would be joining them, soonest.

Teague ran down the red soil without a backpack, quickly catching up with Vester, Vassar, Tank, and Duke, passing them all, dashing ahead and looked for Nadean without shouting.

Vassar dropped the gear inside the back pack and dashed ahead, reaching out and slammed a hand over the collar bone of Teague, stopping in place and twisted Haywood around to face a sneer and a sour frown. “I lead this posse. Nadean is our sister. I don’t know her medical condition, Teague. But I shore as hell don’t want your cowgirls and your cowboys fucking this up. You pace two steps back, boy. Let me analysis the delicate situation. Vester or I will issue the command. Then you can lead, deal?”

“Done,” Teague nodded with a stern face.

Vassar and Duke moved ahead together and stopped, dropping down the gear within the numerous backpacks onto the dirt soil, scooting around Teague, advancing down the cavern dirt, slowly pacing side by side, looking down with a stern face at red clay soil, examining the foot prints of Nadean or Loyce. Vassar stopped and spotted a set of shiny metal pieces the size of a pink finger within the red clay, sliding toward the objects, kneecapping without touching the object but studying.

Duke dashed behind the rear of skull of Vassar, pulling out the hand gun, standing over, protecting his lover/husband from harm and a crazy-ass misplaced Duff Loyce.

Vester and Tank slowly moved around Teague and the other standing FDA team members, splitting up, moving beside the walls and studied the walls, ceiling, and the ground soil. Then they stopped and stood behind the red colored buzz cut of Vassar without speech.

Vassar reached and grabbed one of the objects, slowly lifting a small skinny horizontal fragment of silver-tinted metal into the air with a stern face as a set of four eyeballs studied the tiny object.

Without wording, Vester side stepped around Vassar, moving ahead and looked down and stared with a stern face at the soil. Tank moved parallel with the body movement of Vester, holding a hand gun, going deeply into the red underground cavern for both protection and love of his lover/husband.

The underground natural red clay cavern did not contain a set of water puddles over the dirt floor or a batch of vegetable growth from the dirt ceiling, since the tall concrete and steel office building suffocated all the oxygen molecules and the warm sunray for life within the damp and cold cavern.

Vester had advanced forward another twenty feet from the last sentry without encountering another gun or another new face, calculating the distance at 220 feet. The four sentries were exactly fifty five feet apart. He felt this was the correct direction, since Loyce was a genius, too.

Therefore, the next gun or face would belong to Loyce, himself.

Vester reached over and pulled out the hand gun from a rear-mounting shoulder hostler, cuddling into both hands and as, his eyeballs sliced to the left and to the right for Loyce. Then Vester slid to a stop over the semi-moist clay soil within the semi-moist air molecules, creating a sweaty pinky-pink face, dropping down on one kneecap with Tank.

They both observed the mess.

Tank aimed the hand gun at each object which occupied a semi-circle of scattered pieces of equipment pieces. There were furniture items, such like, a gray metal non-rolling chair, a pine wooden bar stool, a wooden television eating tray, a gray limestone boulder rock, and a set of numerous components of wiring that shot upright from a set of numerous small and medium sized brown packing boxes.

Vassar had stood upright from the dirt soil with the tiny metal fragment and moved forward over the dirt, stopping and stood behind the rear skull and the back spine of Vester. He lifted and held up a cupped hand with the metal fragment in the air near his eardrum, quietly signaling for the FDA team to halt in place inside the cave. A loaded hand gun rested inside a right shooting hand, aiming between air space of Vester and Tank for love and protection of his kin.

Vester lowered down into doggie position, crawling on threes…(two boot toes, one left palm). He held and aimed a right handed gun at the new set of metal friends, and as his eyeballs cut side to side and up and down for some quick-ass action from Loyce but seeing nothing, feeling intense. He slowly stopped and stood in place, easing a face around one of the man-made cylinder concrete columns, sitting on both kneecaps.

The vanilla-colored column of solid concrete represented one of many vertical anchors that held up the concrete foundation of the tall office building in place without the entire structure drowning down in a sea of red clay dirt within a naturally formed underground cavern.

Vester could see a clearing…naw…an opening on the left side of the column formation of a naturally looking cave-room with a red clay dirt ceiling that elegantly curved into three solid walls of red dirt clay. The fourth wall appeared as an entrance and exit way, measuring twenty feet in width and height. He crawled forward on his kneecap for a closer look with a worried brow.

There was a solo vanilla colored square shaped set that displayed a set of flat mattress box springs on the bottom of the dirt soil and a matching naked bed mattress on top of the mattress box springs, without a set of nice colorful bed linens.

Nadean was tied down inside the middle of a naked bed mattress as her body was formed into a spread eagle position with a set of ropes…naw…wires. The four silver tinted wires sparkled with the artificial lights inside the cave-room.

A natural cavern did not contain a set of natural lighting, coming up from the dirt soil or down from the dirt ceiling like a single ray of direct heat from a solar sun.

Loyce had trucked by hands and by dolly inside the natural forming cave-room a set of four portal flood lights. Each portal flood light sat prettily upon a thickly wooden pole that was buried and anchored into each corner of the cave-room like a beautiful and mental sick bedroom setting. The pole measured at fifteen foot in height, beaming down a 200-watt single lighted bright bulb directly down on the body of Nadean like she was a Hollywood movie starlet.

Nadean was semi-naked, wearing only a pair of girly panties and a bra, posing underneath a white colored blanket in the shape of a rectangle. The white blanket covered both her kneecaps, moving up to both her elbow points and then hung down straight across her throat and collar bone. Her leg shins, feet, toes, both forearms, both hands, and all fingers were naked and exposed to the cool elements of the natural cavern.

A single thin band of silver wire looped around each ankle bone and wrist bone of Nadean. The wire looped in a complete oval circle, returning back into the red dirt wall, attaching to an individual white metal devise that was buried and burrowed deep within the red clay dirt wall.

Vester felt a folded shadow of Tank on the left. A pair of binoculars appeared in the air. Vester didn’t blink an eyelid, reaching out and grabbed the object, moving toward the eye sockets, contacting on the left looped ankle wire which was closest to his face.

The wire shape was presented in a series of round elongated lines, meaning the roundness and smoothness of the thin wire was not slowly cutting down into the delicate skin flesh and hard bone of Nadean. The entire wire set up and the cave-room represented a showcase of something weird-ass.

Once Vester had cut through the four thin wires with a hunting knife, releasing Nadean into his protection and safety, then he would find Loyce and kill him with both bare hands, without a fucking weapon like his favorite fictitious badass e-novel character Austin Bartholomew Berrington, the fourth always did. Since the e-novel character was based on the true life and personality of Vester, because he and Vassar had created and wrote all The Quartet e-novels, publishing on the internet for fucking fun.

Vester scooted the pair of binoculars around the cave-room to see her right ankle bone, then her right wrist bone, and then her left wrist bone, not seeing a set of heavy volumes of red blood proteins but observed a set of tiny whacks of red stain on each limb of skin as Nadean shifted a limb back and forth from air breathing. She peacefully slept with a set of closed eyelashes closed like a princess.

Her breathing was steady and deep like catnapping, but Vester felt that she was totally conscious, not sedated, since the posture of the four human bones on Nadean that were wrapped inside a looping wire occasional tensed from her breathing and blinded eyesight movement on top of the naked bed mattress.

Nadean knew that she was tied and trapped but rescue was on the way.

Vassar crawled over the dirt soil, stopping and crouched beside the cheekbone of Vester with a whisper and a worried brow and a worried heart. “Alive.”

“No damage.”

“A showcase.”

“Agreed,” Vassar crawled backward from Vester, moving back fifteen feet and stood, swinging around with a stern face to see a row of visitors. Teague, Eckward, and the rest of FDA field investigators stood in a semi-crooked row, dropping down numerous container tubs of survival gear and back packs from different body parts, blocking the exit of the cave. Vassar lifted and held both arms into the air, moving ahead, motioning for the crew to back away from the cave-room showcase and alive and trapped Nadean.

Teague approached with a sour puss face, stopping and stood, blocking Vassar with a six feet slightly thin frame against a six feet and eight inched giant of man. The Garland twins were taller than a pine tree and wider than a small pick-up truck. Teague had recognized the exact height and weight body frame on OT like his uncles while kicking into his neurons for not figuring out OT’s biological family unit. Then maybe, Teague would have saved Nadean from the greed of money and ambition of freedom of Loyce, in which, Loyce had tried to use and abuse her son OT to rig the National Football University Championship between the Birmingham University and the Birmingham State University.

The odds of both teams from the great State of Alabama playing in a dog fight championship game were outer space astronomical unless you were a crazy genius person with a single of crazy goal of immediate money wealth, without the necessary local fame.

Loyce had rigged all the saving bank accounts of each bank customer, pulling and accumulating a grand total liquid asset of three million dollars from the Third National Bank of Florida, which was the only Florida bank within Birmingham. Since the Third National Bank of Florida was an exclusively Florida chain of both bank and bankers, while the banking system was invading the southeast with one branch location in each major city, creating excellent customer competition.

The Birmingham customers immediately jumped onto the new bank wagon with a set of slick interest rates and promise of no banking fees as Loyce electronically linked all saving bank accounts into one personal bank account of Nadean Orion Garland. Then Loyce sent the three million dollar account into one of the gambling accounts at one of the Las Vegas football gambling computer systems. Since, he didn’t really need to produce a cloth bag of hard cash, if his gambling bet on the champion Birmingham State University win had paid off at three to one Las Vegas gambling odds.

This was where OT came into game play. Loyce had captured and kidnapped Nadean, the biological mother of OT, holding her as his electronically ransom. If OT missed or did not mess with the Bam U quarterback sack like always and he allowed one extra math point upon the score board over the Burn U football team, then the football game time would expire out.

Loyce would receive three dollars for every gambled dollar bill, so three million dollar multiplied by three which equaled nine million dollars all US income tax free. Since he had illegally setup a new and empty bank account within the Cayman Islands for a permanent retirement and a one-way travel airplane trip today at six pm.

But first, Loyce had to get passed nosy FDA Inspector Teague Haywood, who had taken an interest in the old maiden Nadean for some reason.

Loyce was a chicken shit without violence as he was extremely overweight from eating too many Dee Dee’s hamburger and ketchup-covered French fries, since he would not kill Nadean but only allow her body to fall into light coma from starvation and weakness. OT would immediately report Nadean missing, since she was supposed to attend the championship game. However, the police plus the rest of the pissed off Burn U fans would have delayed the searching and seeking of Nadean Garland, especially since she was hidden out of eyeball sight inside an underground dark and damp cavern.

Teague was impressed and pissed at Loyce’s genius and guts. However, Loyce had forgotten to research all the biological relatives of OT, including the brilliant Garland twins. Vassar had intercepted and captured a single voice transmission from Loyce’s personal mobile telephone that had been made from a mysterious location within Birmingham, going directly into the personal mobile telephone of OT inside the stadium, right before the start of the game.

However, Vassar had brilliantly redirected the single solo personal telephone call message into Vester’s personal mobile telephone. Vester perfectly imitated the baritone timbre like his nephew. Vester had play acted as OT, promising to blow the national championship football game for Burn U and Loyce while keeping Nadean safe and alive.

Then Loyce would provide a set of geographical directions by a single mobile telephone text to OT, revealing the secret location of his mom Nadean.

It did not take a South American monkey one second on the clock to figure out that Loyce was hiding someplace inside the Old Gray Man, since he and the other bank employees had received a free football championship ticket and an access pass into the skybox of the Third National Bank of Florida. So, the final act of killing Loyce might look really ugly in front of his co-workers.

Vassar leaned over with a stern face and a whisper into the face of Teague. “Nadean is here. We found her.”

“Time for the rescue,” Teague jerked back from Vassar with a smile and a nod.

Vassar reached out and grabbed the arm of Teague for a second time, man-pulling him into a chest, saying with a sour frown and a sneer. “Naw, she is bound by a set of thin wires around her delicates bones like a prisoner or worse a victim.”

“Cut the wires. Get her into a hospital.” Teague frowned and tried to pull away from Vassar without success.

“Naw,” Vassar whispered. “This is more complicated then cutting the wires, Teague. This is our sister. This is our rescue. This is our plan. I really appreciate you and Bobcat, especially uncovering Loyce’s deceitful plot. But we are executing the rescue our way. So you just stay out of our way, Tomcat.”

Teague sneered. “You and Vester may be rich bastards, but ya’ll ain’t the Quartet. That’s a fictional book with fictional characters and a fictional fairy tale ending.”

Vassar smirked. “Know that, Sawyer. Because I created and wrote all those damn e-novels, since I represent the fictional badass character of Franklin Ferdinand Mangrove, the third. Dr. Mangrove is the one with only robotic feelings.”

Teague parted his lips. “What?”

 

 

4:14 p.m.

Underground cavern of red clay soil and gray limestone rock

Location of Nadean

Fourth game of the National Championship game

Humid temperatures with damp air currents

 

 

Duke moved ahead and stopped, standing beside Vassar, reaching out and gently touched the cheekbone of Vassar, looking down with a worried brow at the new mobile telephone wrist watch. “The football game has started the fourth quarter that translates into forty five minutes or less, sweetie.”

Vassar continued to block Teague with a sneer. “How many time-outs are posted?”

Duke reached down and fiddled with at the mobile telephone wrist watch. “Each team possesses three time-outs.”

Vassar smiled with a nod, “Excellent, that translates into one hour and more, my beauty.” Teague jerked away from Vassar with a growl and turned, moving ahead to see Vester with a sour frown.

 

 

4:15 p.m.

Cave-room setting

Humid temperatures with damp air currents

 

 

Vester stood and studied the empty air space between the nicely created cave-room and the interior walls and ceiling of the cavern, parking both hands on a belt and as, his eyeballs darted side to side, memorizing the showcase. His neurons calculated all the visual information.

Teague pulled up and stopped beside the nose profile of Vester, seeing Nadean inside the cave-room with a gasp and a worried heart.

Vester leaned over with a whisper into the cheekbone of Teague, “Stay put. Stay quiet.”

“Rescue…” Teague pointed at the cave-room with a sour frown and a furious shout.

“Stay quiet, Teague,” Vester reached over with a worried brow and man-pulled Teague into a chest, blocking the lips of Teague with a forearm. They back pedaled like a three deformed monster toward a small huddle of people that was composed the FDA inspectors, Tank, Duke, and Vassar.

Vassar did not talk but moved back toward the entrance of the cave, lifting into the air and motioning with two hands, signaling for all the visitors to move far away from Nadean and her cave-room.

Vester stopped and stood beside Vassar which was fifteen feet away from Nadean. Vester, Vassar, Tank, Duke, and Teague huddled in one small group near the wall of the cavern. The rest of the FDA inspector stood and gathered inside a loose circle about twenty more feet behind the cave-room.

Vester turned and frowned at Vassar. “Vassar, there is something weird-ass, here. The clay dirt just didn’t happen to create a lovely bedroom setting along with that man-made bed mattress. The clay dirt has been hauled and molded, forming an almost perfect square living space like a bedroom. And the two columns of concrete are part of the man-made setting but clearly are two of many foundation anchors that support the tall building, where we stand and breath. Nadean is resting on top of the soft naked mattress in an eagle-spread position. Her ankles and wrists are tied and bound with a set of four separate individual ropes of thin wiring. The wiring, whether steel or aluminum, is a natural conductor of heat.”

Teague frowned at Vester. “It is a cave…”

Vassar leaned down with a whisper and a stern face into the eardrum of Teague, “Please, whisper your idea into my face.”

Teague exhaled and whispered with a stern face into the tight huddle. “The cave is cool, almost cold with the wet humidity.”

Vester turned and scanned the walls of the cavern, collecting more visual data, saying with a whisper into the tight formation of the group. “The wet cave produces more vapor moisture, creating an excellent source of power for something weird-ass, also.”

Vassar nodded with a whisper and a stern face, “Loyce, set up this showcase for a particular scientific purpose.”

Vester leaned over with a whisper into the cheekbone of Teague. “Teague, go and grab that furniture piece and scoot it around the natural made gray colored rock formation along with the television tray over here. The metal chair over there, and place the short bar stool next door to the metal chair.” Teague nodded in silence, back stepping from the huddle and turned, dashing down to the FDA team huddle with a set of new instructions.

Vassar turned and whispered each face. “Set up the laptops. Scan for all electro-magnetic force field activity inside the cave-room.” The four computer geeks dropped down, kneeling on top of the dirt soil and unzipped a backpack, staring to remove all the electronic gear.

 

 

4:20 p.m.

Underground cavern

Cave-room setting

 

 

The FDA inspectors and Vester and his family members had setup a nice working computer laboratory environment, using a flat table surface of the trashed furniture pieces with an individual silver-tinted laptop on top

A set of four computer geeks knelt in front of a made-shift small uneven table surface, typing on a tiny computer laptop keyboard with a stern face.

Teague back stepped from the row of computer geeks of Tank, Duke, Vester, and Vassar, swinging around and motioned with a hand and a stern to the FDA team to stand behind one of the four computer geeks while watching, learning, and waiting.

Vassar pulled up a new colored computer screen of bright yellow, dark green, and hot pink wiggling horizontal and vertical lines and then the screen swiftly translated the information into partial English sentences in words and alphabetic letters with a black tinted background.

Vester stood from the dirt with the laptop, holding his mobile telephone in the air like taking a photograph.

Without any vocal command, the three other computer geeks stood with a laptop, holding an individual mobile telephone in the air too, making clicking sounds with the free hand. They continued to take electronic digital pictures of the interior of the cave-room, squatting down on kneecaps again, locking the mobile telephone into the rear of each laptop.

Teague spun around with a puzzled brow, moving ahead and knelt down beside Vassar, staring at the pretty colored computer screen.

Vassar smiled and typed on the tiny computer laptop keyboard. “We are creating a 3-D image with the laptop. The mobile telephone camera lenses will re-create a hologram right here in the middle of the cavern air space between the concrete column anchor and the screens of each recording computer camera.”

The air molecules shifted and twirled into the colors of hot pink, bright yellow, neon orange, sky blue, and puke green before the naked eyeballs of Teague.

The image was an outline of the cave-room with Nadean. The square archway was outlined in the color of hot pink, forming a perfect square. The bed mattress was outlined in the color of bright yellow with the same length, depth, and height of the real naked bed mattress that Nadean rested upon.

Nadean was a she-ghost of colored neon orange without a set of eyeballs, a head of hair, and without clothes, resting on top of the yellow bed mattress.

The four sets of individual wires were attached to each ankle and wrist on Nadean and each one was colored in dark blood red. The electronic image made Nadean appear like a sleeping puppet on a set of strings.

Each wire was connected to a limb and then sailed slightly upward at a 120 degree angle toward one of two hot pink colored perpendicular walls. Around the colorful outline, there was a small circle of puke colored neon green and pretty sky blue colors, bumping and bouncing off each other like a set of floating baby cloud puffs.

Teague was impressed and pissed, leaning over and bad breathing into the cheekbone of Vassar with a growl, “Nice touch, man! But you’re wasting my precious time. Let’s get Duchess out of there, pronto. Get her to a doctor and find that bastard, Loyce.”

Vassar exhaled with a frown, typing on the computer keyboard. “Teague, Loyce will not harm Nadean. She is the primary key for activating OT to blow the football game in favor of Bam U. He will kill her and OT after Bam U secures the championship title, not before. However, the Calvary has truly arrived inside the cavern.”

“What is with the blue and green circles?” Teague turned and pointed at the 3-D hologram in the middle of the air space.

Vassar stood and back stepped from the computer, side stepping to the left, motioning with a hand for the gang to huddle again, moving away from the electronic hologram, the real Nadean, and the cave-room. The FDA inspectors, Tank, Duke, Vester and Vassar formed a tight circle, standing fifteen feet away from Nadean.

Teague sat on both kneecaps, staring at Nadean with a sigh of worry, standing upright and side stepped, stopping inside the huddle and stood at the nose profile of Vassar with a sneer and a sour frown. “What the fuck is going on here, Vassar?”

Vassar turned with a stern face and a whisper to see the cheekbone of Teague. “We are trying to determine the echo-location of matter around Nadean.”

Teague shook his curls with a growl. “I don’t follow, fellow.”

Vassar turned and smiled at the nose profile of Elf. “How far can you mouth split, Elf?”

Elf turned and smiled at Vassar. “A redneck has been documented to spit twenty seven and one half foot at the local spitting championship fair in Huntsville. The secret is for your mouth spit to hold lots of phlegm, drinking sweet milk will create lots of phlegm. You move the mouth spit ball to the front of your teeth and hold your lips tight shut. Then you start to blow out, slowly building up air pressure inside your mouth and cheeks and teeth gums. Then you part open your lips, allowing the air to escape very rapidly like a blow gun. Thus, the mouth spit flies far, far away from your lips.”

Vassar turned and nodded to each face within the huddle of people. “A llama of the camelid family can split six feet and six inches. That particular disgusting animal behavior is executed while showing dominance toward the rest of herd members for either fighting or for defense. A human being can detect light bad breathe within their nostrils from three feet away. When you talk, it causes the air molecules in front to bump into the air molecules in front of it to bump in to the other bunch of air molecules. This is how sound travels. Sound requires matter to function as sound is the vibration of matter. In outer space, there is no solid matter, therefore there is no sound. The matter is both composed of the blue and green circles inside the mini-room. Therefore, I do not want to disturb the blue and green matter around Nadean. When you whisper, there is a loss of bumping energy, creating a low wave form.”

Vester leaned into the huddle and handed out a pea-shaped mechanical devise that was painted in dull gray to each team member with a whisper and a grin. “Place this single ear bug implant into your dominate eardrum and then whisper. Each one of us can hear your vocal idea or response. Please move back around the 3-D hologram as we figure out how to retrieve Nadean from the spider’s web set up by Loyce.” He placed one inside his eardrum without testing the device, back stepping and spun around, moving back to the make-shift uneven table with his laptop.

Vassar placed the ear bug into an eardrum, swinging around and moved back to his assigned make-shift uneven table surface, kneeling and screwed a tiny joy stick into the middle hole of the laptop. He stood from the dirt, holding the laptop in a left palm, back stepping from the make-shift table, moved ahead, slowly scooting around the side of the 3-D hologram, whispering as his ear bug captured all the words and transmitted them to each team member. “This is not a magnetic field of an ideal cylindrical magnet with axis symmetry inside the plane image, Vester.” He continued to record information with the computer and his eyeballs of the 3-D hologram image.

Vester sat in place on both kneecaps, typing on the keyboard and whispered as his ear bug transmitted to each team member, too, “Agreed.”

Teague exhaled with a huff of worry, back stepping from the loose circle of people, spinning around and side stepped, moving and halted, kneeling down next to the cheekbone of Vester and whispered as his ear bug transmitted to each team member. “I’m whispering to you. What are you doing besides wasting my fucking precious time here? Duchess needs an ambulance, a hospital, and a physician.”

Vester studied the 3-D hologram in the air space. “We are trying to determine why Nadean is tied by ankles and wrists with silver-tinted wiring.”

Elf spun around and side stepped, stopping and halted, kneeling down behind the back spine of Tank, watching everything with a puzzled brow and whispered as his ear bug transmitted into each team member. “What do you think is it?”

Bull moved and side stepped, stopping and halted, kneeling down behind the back spine of Duke, studying the computer screen and each wire on Nadean and whispered as his ear bug transmitted to each team member. “Bobbed wire for fencing comes in a variety of lengths and strengths to meet all your animal control needs on the farm.

Vassar whispered and typed on the computer keyboard. “Each coil of wire comes together to form a strong magnetic field, Vester.”

Ram moved and side stepped, stopping and leaned against the dirt wall, standing behind the back spine of Elf with a confused brow and whispered as his ear bug captured and transmitted to each team member. “Looks like plain ole conductor wire to me.”

Moose moved and side stepped, stopping and leaned against the dirt wall, standing behind the back spine of Bull with a confused brow. He stared at each wire and whispered as his ear bug captured and transmitted to each team member. “An electrified fence must be kept insulated from the earth or clay dirt, working properly. That’s why the wire is string end to end hovering in the air waves like a kite.”

Bull whispered and stared at the wire on Nadean. “Most electric fence wiring is used for cows and horses. I got a set of three mile rows of that silver stuff inside my cow barn.”

“Naw,” Elf whispered and stared at the wire on Nadean with a confused brow, “The gauge measurement of the wiring diameter is too thin. Four-gauge is used as automobile wiring. Six-gauge are in all household appliance like ovens. And twelve-gauge is for animal fencing around my pasture.”

Teague exhaled with a huff of worry, leaning into the cheekbone of Vester with a growl, “Don’t bother analyzing shit, now. Cut the damn wires down, take her to the hospital.”

Peacock side stepped, stopping and leaned against the dirt wall, standing behind the back spine of Teague with a confused brow. She stared at the wire and whispered as her ear bug captured and transmitted to each team member. “Can the computer analysis the component of the wiring?”

Vassar typed on the keyboard computer with a whisper. “The readout says silver colored, no rust aluminum conductor wire, unpolished finish, soft temper, 26-gauge measurement, .04 millimeter diameter, twenty feet length, all four pieces.”

Lamb side stepped, stopping and leaned against the dirt wall, standing beside Peacock and behind no back spine with a puzzled brow. She stared at each wired on Nadean and whispered as his ear bug captured and transmitted to each team member. “What’s the purpose of the wire?”

Teague exhaled with a huff of worry, sitting back on kneecaps, staring at Nadean with a worried heart. “Just cut it, now. I can ask Loyce that particular question, once I beat his ass.”

Bobcat side stepped, stopping and leaned against the dirt wall, standing behind Peacock and the back spine of Teague with a worried brow and whispered as his ear bug captured and transmitted to each team member. “Naw, Tomcat, I agree with Vassar. Cutting a six-gauge wire requires a good pair of diagonal wire cutters. Anything over that you need a small pair of bolt cutters.”

Bull stared at the wire with a whisper. “And a piece of wire over the size of ten-gauge has to be stripped, before it can be cut.”

Peacock whipped out and looked down with a stern face to see her mobile telephone, whispering all the new information into each ear bugs. “Here, I got some wire data to share with all of you. Number 36 AWG is 0.005 inches in diameter. Number 0000 is 0.46 inches in diameter. The ratio of these diameters is 1:92. And there are 40-gauge sizes from number 36 to number 0000.”

Each FDA team member reached down and whipped out a mobile telephone, searching for more wire information.

Dove side stepped, stopping and leaned against the dirt wall, standing next to Snake, looking down with a stern face to see her mobile telephone, whispering the new information into each ear bug. “Wire is a single cylinder elongated strand of drawn metal that was first invented over 2,000 years BC. And it was discovered within Ancient Rome from a set of gold nuggets that had been pounded into a set of flat sheets.”

Chipmunk looked down with a stern face to see her mobile telephone, whispering the new information into each ear bug. “Wire is manufactured by pulling a solid metal cylinder through a draw plate with holes of a defined size until the desired size is reached. Today, wire is used for post fencing to the electronics industry to electrical distribution and finally in the making of jewelry.”

Lamb looked down with a stern face to see her mobile telephone, whispering the new information into each ear bug. “Here, I found this. Two-gauge wire is large like a pencil lead while 30-gauge wire is fine like a piece of sewing thread.”

Snake side stepped, stopping and leaned against the dirt wall, standing next to Lamb in the row with a puzzled brow. He stared at the wire and whispered as his ear bug captured and transmitted to each team member. “That particular piece of silver tinted finely woven wire is not used for sewing. It looks more like wire that used for my wife’s earring.”

Peacock typed on the mobile phone with a smile and a nod, whispering the new information into each ear bug. “That’s it. This is a piece of jewelry wire. The wire is a measurement of the diameter or gauge of wire used to manufacture necklaces and such.”

Dove typed and whispered the information on the mobile telephone into each ear bug. “For jewelry applications, the gauges most common are between 12 to 28 math sizes as defined by the American Wire Gauge or AWG and are presented in measurements of millimeters. A bracelet wire component is 16-guage. A necklace is 18-gauge. A nasty nose stub is 20-gauge while an earring wire is 26-gauge or 0.4 millimeters. We found it.”

“Let’s cut Nadean out of the earring wiring. Everybody, empty your pockets for some cutting implements.” Bobcat looked up with a smile to see the nose profile of each inspectors, since all good rednecks carried around one or more deadly sharp pointy instruments, such like, a hunting knife, a pair of sewing scissor, or an eating forks.

Bull reached down into the pocket of his blue jeans and pulled out, lifting up with a grin and a whisper a weapon, showing it to each face, “One hunting knife.”

Peacock reached down into the pocket of the blue jeans and pulled out, lifting up into the air near her smile a weapon, showing it to each face, “A pair of scissors.”

Duckie lifted up near a grin his weapon to each face. “I got a pair of needle nose pliers from my back pocket, just for such emergencies.”

Bobcat reached down into the pocket and grabbed, lifting up with a smile a smile and a nod his weapon. “I got a switchblade. Now, we have four pieces of wire cutters to relief Duchess of her jewelry bracelets.”

Vassar back stepped from the 3-D hologram image and stopped, side stepping and knelt back down in front of the make-shift table surface, placing the laptop on top of the uneven surface and typed on the keyboard with a stern face in silence.

Teague exhaled with a huff of worry, scooting sideways on both kneecaps and stopped leaning over and bad breathed into the cheekbone of Vassar with a growl as the ear bug captured his raw feeling of worry and announced to each team member, “What are you doing, now, man? We have the new hand held cutting equipment. Please cut Duchess loose from her bondage. I can see dried blood forming over her right ankle.”

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a smile and a whisper. A tiny side panel on the computer opened. Then a tiny object flew out from the side of the opening on the base of the laptop computer, slowly lifting into the air and held in air space like magic. All eyeballs turned and stared at the object, and as all eardrums heard the explanation from Vassar. “Meet FRONE. The capital letters represent Flying Remote ONE instead of a bulky ugly gray drone. It serves the same purpose without weapons but in miniature tiny fingernail size. The devise is the size of a green round pea that is colored in tan for disguise into an ear hole or a nose hole or up an ass hole, if necessary. And I hate green peas just to update your FDA records, Teague. The vegetable makes me vomit up green puke over my dinner plate.”

Teague turned and frowned at the floating tan colored pea shaped device. “Who uses this technology?”

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a smile and a whisper. “The NSI has purchased for five point six billion dollars in US from me and Vester which is really our business company with a delivery date of January first, next year as planned.” He drove the pea with the tiny joystick on the laptop in forward motion, flying it two feet up from the clay dirt soil toward the open archway of the cave-room.

All eyeballs stared at the floating pea.

Vester typed on the computer keyboard with a whisper. “Halt right before you enter the archway, I wanna measure the oxygen protons and electrons on my computer.” Vassar stopped the pea, floating in the air between the vanilla-concrete columns that acted as an entrance doorway into the cave-room with Nadean. Vester whispered into ear bug. “Excellent. FRONE barely shifts the air molecules. Travel the pea into the right eardrum of Nadean, so she can hear us.”

Vassar shifted the tiny joystick and flew the pea in forward motion through the invisible archway. The pea shifted upward and flew toward the earlobe of Nadean. She still presented like a sleeping princess with a set of non-moving limbs and a pair of closed eyelashes.

 

 

4:32 p.m.

Archway cave-room setting of Nadean

 

 

I heard a faint buzzing sound then tensed both wrists as the wire cut into the delicate skin. I mentally relaxed, breathing deeply. Bumblebees did not live inside an underground cavern for pollinating the clay or stinging a stinger on a helpless old maiden.

I opened my eyelashes, seeing the red clay ceiling and a tan round object. The object made the buzzing sound without reacting or panicking or celebrating. The tan round object was a tiny devise, maybe for communication from Teague…naw…Vester.

Her brothers were here.

I exhaled a deep breath without seeing my brothers but feeling that my brothers were here to save OT. And they would.

The pea flew ahead and stopped, hovering near the earlobe of Nadean, saying with a sissy soprano voice. Vassar said via the pea. “Nadean, Vassar. Don’t move. Old news for you,” chuckling.

I parted my lips, feeling some mouth salvia drop across a chin and held my breath, whispering softly, without moving my arm biceps. The arm movement caused the wire to shift toward the right. Then the wire sawed into the right side of my bone, feeling the sting of the cut and heat of the blood.

I whispered into the floating pea, “Sharpshooter. OT.”

Vassar said via the pea into her eardrum, “We are getting you out, soonest, Sis. Just be very silence and still for a little while longer.”

“Sharpshooter. OT.”

Vassar said via the pea into her eardrum. “It will be another fifteen minutes. I promise, Sis.”

“Sharpshooter. OT.”

Vassar said via the pea into her eardrum. “We love you, Sis. I will be back at you in a few more minutes. I promise.”

Outside the cave-room, Vester typed on the keyboard with a stern face. “Bring FRONE back. I do not want to disturb any more air molecules until we have figured the link between the wiring, the cave, and Nadean.”

Bobcat shifted sideways along the dirt wall and stopped, standing upright between the rear skulls of Vassar and Vester with a worried brow, holding up the switchblade and whispered into each ear bug. “Damn it. Cut the wires. Get her out, now. We’re ready to make the move. She needs a physician and a hospital.”

“I heard something.” Teague leaned down with a puzzled brow into the laptop of Vassar. “Nadean spoke to us. Send the pea in back in there.”

Vester shook a red colored buzz-cut with a stern face, “Too dangerous, Teague. The pea awoke Nadean out of a light slumber, causing the wires to shift. She is blooding a little more on her right wrist bone and her right ankle bone. Nadean is dominantly right-handed. So that makes perfect sense. She violently reacted from FRONE, moving her right sided limbs.”

Teague narrowed his eyelids, staring in the distance at the stillness of Nadean on top of the naked bed mattress and whispered into each ear bug, “Naw. Nadean spoke a couple of words. Can you play it back for me, Vassar?”

Tank stood upright from his assigned make-shift table surface with the laptop and moved sideways, stopping and lifted, ramming a kneecap into the back spine of Teague, whispering into each ear bug. “I have the recording on my laptop, Teague. Let us move away from the Command Center. You can see and hear it over and over again as long as you want, Teague.”

Teague stood upright from the dirt soil with a sour frown and back stepped from Vassar, side stepping along the wall and away from the Command Center, consisting of four pieces of mismatched furniture pieces, including a flat top limestone boulder. He cleared the scattered pieces of equipment and the three assholes that made up the Command Center, turning and moved ahead toward the entrance of the cave that was 150 feet away from the warm sunrays of a winter day in January inside the State of Alabama.

Tank side stepped along the dirt wall and turned, moving forward to the entrance of the cave and halted in front of the numerous backpacks and containers from the FDA office, standing sixteen feet away from Nadean and the cave-room, kneecapping down into the red clay dirt, holding the laptop between two open palms with a stern face of silence.

Teague, Bobcat, and the other FDA inspectors shifted and side stepped from the Command Center too and stopped and formed a circle, squatting down into the dirt and around the laptop and Tank to see the computer screen for more information.

Teague stopped and squatted down into the dirt and next to Tank, removing the ear bug, interfering with his natural hearing.

Tank pressed a button and replayed the complete scene on the computer screen.

 

 

 

The pea floated in place at the archway and slowly flew into the cave-room, over the red clay dirt, over the middle of the bed mattress between the spread legs of Nadean underneath the white blanket.

 

The pea steered toward the left side of the mattress, traveling over her right breast and then halted and floated outside her right eardrum, saying with a sissy soprano voice of Vassar. “Nadean, Vassar. Don’t move. Old news for you,” chuckling.

 

Nadean parted her lips as mouth salvia dropped across a chin, saying into the floating pea, “Sharpshooter. OT.”

 

Vassar said via the pea into her eardrum, “We are getting you out, soonest, Sis. Just be very silence and still for a little while longer.”

 

Sharpshooter. OT.”

 

 

 

Teague reached over and slapped the arm of Tank in silence to stop the recording of FRONE. Tank pressed the halt button with a puzzled brow, staring at the computer screen. Teague leaned over a stern face into the laptop screen with a worried heart, viewing screen for more eardrum clarity.

Tank, Bobcat, and the other FDA inspectors removed the ear bug for better audio from the tiny speaker of the laptop too.

Teague slapped the arm of Tank to continue the recording.

 

 

 

Vassar said via the pea into her eardrum. “It will be another fifteen minutes. I promise, Sis.”

 

Sharpshooter. OT.”

 

Vassar said via the pea into her eardrum. “We love you, Sis. I will be back at you in a few more minutes. I promise.”

 

 

 

Teague heard the soft two words from the lips of Nadean with immediate panic, standing upright from the dirt soil with a worried face and a worried heart, turning to Bobcat. Bobcat stood upright, turning to see the worried pupils of Teague. Teague did not replace the ear bug, pocketing the devise down into the blue jeans, since Vester could over here the set of dangerous disturbing words: Sharpshooter. OT.

Loyce was going to kill OT on the football field, whether win or loss.

Each FDA inspector and Tank stood upright from the dirt soil, staring at Teague with a worried brow.

“Fuck…” Teague moved into the center of the circle, slowly spinning around with a soft tone and a worried face to see each inspector. “Duchess just whispered Loyce has a sharpshooter on OT, if he wins or not that boy is dead. Move it, Bobcat! Take all them up to the top bleachers and spread out like fingers, looking for that sharpshooter who is probably hiding within the shadows or dressed as vendor or a stupid cougar man. Elf, Bull, Dove, and Peacock stand high guard and help get Duchess to safety. Then all of you get her ass to the hospital, pronto, now. We are going and grabbing OT right after the game’s complete. Go!”

Bull did not move, leaning over into the face of Teague, shaking a skull with a worried brow, “Gawd, there’s over 100,000 fans, here. Unless, the assassin is right next to a redneck with a concealed weapon, the assassin will successfully escape from his bird perch and then walk an upright body right out into the parking lot, above, or underground and be gone from Bama foreverly.”

Snake did not move either and frowned at each face. “Shit, all the Burn U fans are drunk. And the Bam U fans are crazy.”

Duckie did not move from the tight huddle and turned with a nod and a worried brow to see each face. “There’s a boat load of fireworks set to ignite right after the game has been won by Burn U.”

Peacock turned and smiled to Duckie, “Bam U.”

Bobcat turned and frowned to each face, “Shut up, boys and girls.”

Teague pointed to the selected individuals with a stern face and a serious tone. “Elf, Dove, Peacock, Bull, all of you stay and sit right here inside the cavern and assist Vester and Vassar. And do not tell them. Hear me? They are busy saving Nadean from death. They do not need more worry or heartache.” He turned and stared into the worried eyeballs of Tank. “Do you hear me, too, Tank?” Tank nodded in silence, holding the computer, back stepped from Teague, spinning around and replaced the ear bug. He swiftly moved back to assist Vester and Vassar and save the life of Nadean.

Elf, Dove, Peacock, and Bull back stepped from huddle and spun around, slowing moving in a tight group of soft whispers, stopping and collecting the loose backpacks and containers of rescue equipment that would be needed to save the life of Nadean. They lifted and toted each piece, moving back toward Vassar, feeling too many conflicting emotions.

Teague turned with a stern brow to see each face. “Everyone else follow me. We’re locating and killing Loyce. He knows the location of the assassin, since he has to pay him the other fifty percent of the monies.” The inspectors parted, making an opening in the huddle. Teague advanced ahead toward the entrance cave surrounding with faces and moving legs.

Bobcat moved ahead and was surrounded by the rest of the FDA inspectors, saying with a stern face to each face. “Listen to me. Go and find a local police officer. Flash your FDA badge and swear them to secrecy. Then tell them OT is in ultimate death danger. The assassin is going to be up high, probably on the highest top two rows or inside a skybox. Tell your police contact to grab binoculars, search the ceiling for an upright asshole holding some big elongated game merchandise like a flag or a piece of finger foam. Then the police officer stays puts and relays the physical location to you, personal.”

Ram moved beside Bobcat with a worried brow, “Our agents…”

“…are everywhere with some from the FBI, CIA, NSA and warriors from the USA military units.” Teague halted, moving into the middle of the row of inspectors, typing on the mobile telephone with a worried brow, advancing ahead with them, “I just texted the Alabama governor. He will contact the local, state, and national security teams to watch over OT. Look, we planned for something like this. A drunk outraged angry fan waning a gun and wanting to take out one or two of the winning football players. OT is going to be safe and sound. Nadean is going to be safe and sound. And Loyce is safe and sound, if not found.”

Snake turned and nodded with a smile to the bright and warm sunshine rays at the entrance cave. “Say that three times really fast.”

Teague turned and sneered at the nose profile of Snake and returned to the sunshine outside the cave entrance. “Shut up, Snake! I’m taking the level of executive skybox rental suites. Ram, you lead the other FDA inspectors to the west bleachers and find that sharpshooter.”

The row of FDA inspectors hit the entrance point and shaded a pair of burning eyeballs from the blinking sunshine rays, running to Old Gray Man to save OT from death.

 

 

4:39 p.m.

Underground cavern of red clay soil and gray limestone rock walls

Cave-room of Nadean

Humid temperatures with damp air currents

 

 

Tank side stepped along the dirt wall and halted, kneecapping and leaned into the cheekbone of Vester with a stern face, staring at Nadean with a whisper into each ear bug. “What do you think, Vester?”

Vester frowned down at the computer with a whisper into each ear bug. “I think that these wires aren’t magically hanging around for beauty just to be snapped off Nadean’s wrists and ankles like a puppet string.”

Vester turned and stared with a confused brow at the back spines of Teague and the FDA inspectors. They were leaving the cave. He said with a whisper into each ear bug. “I agree. Where are Teague and his FDA party going?”

Tank exhaled with a worried brow, staring at Nadean a whisper into each ear bug. “To kill Loyce, they gotta a new lead.”

Vester nodded with a smile at the back spine of Teague and a whisper into each ear bug, “One down and one to go.”

Vassar stared down at the computer screen with a smile and a whisper into each ear bug. “I’m creating an electric field around the hologram for our eyes and neurons.”

Vester turned and stared down at the computer screen with a stern face and a whisper into the ear bug. “And create me a field line too. A field line will visual the vector field like longitude and latitude lines on a globe or topographic lines on a map. They are not physical touchy feely lines with naked hands, only visual electronic tools for analysis to figure out why Loyce has stringed Nadean like a puppet.”

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a smile and a whsiper into each ear but. “The vector field is an oval shape going round and round and round in an enclosed circular direction as described in your tenth grade geometry class.”

Elf moved ahead of the huddle, replacing the ear bug into an eardrum, standing on the side of the Command Center, studying the 3-D colored hologram of Nadean and the cave-room with a whisper and a confused brow. “Why are you saying that this is an electric field? Loyce is a genius scientist, who was kicked out of NSI. Don’t you believe that he used some kind of a fancy electro-magnetic static field around Duchess, protecting her from us invading like a troop of real USA warriors?”

“Naw,” Vester looked up with a stern face and pointed the real wires on Nadean, “Come over here, Elf.” Elf sidestepped along the wall and stopped, standing behind the back spine and rear skull of Vester, watching the computer screen with a puzzled brow. Vester looked down with a stern face and pointed at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “See the tiny red heat bumps on the computer screen. These are like tiny red dog fleas jumping and bouncing along the electricity flow like an electrified river from one single solo power source. There are four individual power sources for four individual wires. That’s the fucking mystery, Elf. But please continue to brain storm, since my brains are working in overdrive along with my emotions.”

“Shore, Vester.” Vassar smiled with a whisper into each ear bug. Elf squatted down into the dirt soil with a nod in silence, looking up into the cave-room, inspecting the four different power sources with a set of naked eyeballs and an active brain.

Vester typed on the keyboard with a whisper into each ear bug. “Our electronic hologram shows an oval region of space containing two charged particles, protons and neutrons. There is not any type of big or small electro-static or electro-magnetic patterns created here. Just an electric field…”

“…for holding a herd of cows.” Bull had replaced the ear bug to hear and whisper into the active conversation, stopping and stood beside the Command Center, watching the computer geeks, the 3-D image, and Nadean inside the cave-room.

Vassar typed on the computer keyboard with a smile and a whisper into each ear bug. “I did what you asked, Vester. I believe our answer lies within the massive collection of colorful charged blue and green air molecules.”

Vester stared at the computer screen and whispered into each ear bug. “An electric field is the ratio between a solid force and the feel of a small stinging charge.”

Vassar stared at the computer screen and smiled with a whisper into each ear bug. “Yes, I believe that the small charged blue and green air molecules are being felt specifically by Nadean. The molecules surround her and the wires float in a steady pattern, without rotation. That’s why she appears almost dead, but breathes in REM sleep. The wrist and ankle bone subtle movements of Nadean are the feeding the manual source, stimulating the electrical charges along the hanging wire. Or else Nadean would be vocalizing more complaints or compliments to us.”

Vester stared down at the computer screen and whispered into the ear bug, “Hmm, the blue and green air molecules are quiet along with Nadean. The molecular structure of the air molecules is composed of the blue circles representing the positive protons, while the green are neutrons.”

Elf stared at Nadean and frowned with a whisper into the ear bug. “Do you mean positive and negative air molecules?”

Vester stared down at the computer screen and smiled with a whisper into each ear bug. “Correct, Elf. The air molecules with the atmosphere are made up of only five natural gases which are nitrogen, oxygen, water, argon, and hydrogen. The dry air molecules are a mixture of gases where the molecular weight is adjusted and re-calculated by adding in more weight from a different component.”

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a chuckle and a whisper into each ear bug, “Which different component, Vester? Please specific.”

Vester stared down with a stern face into the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “The composition of air doesn’t change as you travel up to the heavens, only the air molecules become less available for breathing.”

Peacock had replaced the ear bug and stopped, squatting down into the dirt soil next to Snake, reading her mobile telephone, whispering the new information into each ear bug. “When air leaves the human lungs, it contains fourteen percent oxygen and four percent carbon dioxide. A breathing atmosphere with less than sixteen percent of oxygen can become life threatening to us, earthlings.”

Vester smiled down at the computer screen with a whisper into the ear bug. “That is a breathing human.”

Vassar smiled down at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “This is a breathing cave.”

Elf whipped out and typed on his mobile telephone, whispering the new information into each ear bug. “Air for a life form is a standard mixture of many gases. Seventy eight percent nitrogen and twenty one percent oxygen, these percents are composed within the trace elements of water vapor, carbon dioxide, argon, and others.”

Vester typed on the computer keyboard with a smile and a whisper into each ear bug. “Water vapor contents in one air atmosphere can vary the standard mixture for a life form by heated or cooled temperature.”

Vassar stared down with a soft chuckle at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “The humidity is a constant along the flat elevation this dirt cave within Planet Earth’s gravity, Vester.”

Vester stared down with a sour frown at the computer keyboard with a whisper into each ear bug, “Smart ass. Check for changes in the minor gases, such as, sulfur dioxide, methane, carbon monoxide, and etc.”

Vassar typed on the computer keyboard with a smile and a whisper into each ear bug. “Yes, master. However, the composition of the cave air is unchanged, since we raided and killed the four sentries, moved the furniture, and built the hologram.”

“Air alters one atmosphere by common pressure units of mercury, water or force.” Vester stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug.

Vassar typed on the keyboard with a smile and a whisper into each ear bug, “Specifically, a common pressure unit of 406.78 inches of water. However, there is not a visual set of water puddles within the dirt ground or a flowing stream of downward drips of water, coming down from the dirt ceiling.”

Tank lifted and wiped off a sweat face with a sour frown and a whisper into each ear bug. “Moisture, I’m sweating like a dog. There is water in the air, making the air molecules heavy.”

Vester looked up with a stern face to scan the walls and the air with a whisper into each ear bug. “And a single invisible puff of water vapor is a different component that varied within the air molecules. Show me the field line? Magnify by hundred times, Vassar.” He looked down to study the computer screen with a stern face.

Vassar stared with a gasp down at the computer screen with a whisper into the each ear bug. “The field line is not looping around the entire length of the oval wire.”

Vester smiled down at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “Yes, it is skipping along like a pair of little girl summer sandals over a broken crack within the flat concrete sidewalk but at a microscopic level which is below the naked eye. Show me both the static and moving air molecules by magnifying it by five hundred times?” Then each tiny red bump became a gigantic baseball-sized mound, making the new wiggling images block the entire monitor screen.

Vassar frowned with a whisper into each ear bug, “Sorry, Vester. The bio-cell app has reached the max-out payload between programming code and ram of the portal laptop. The computer can’t process the request. You’re looking at the field line, too close and personal. The electric field has magnified in the color of yellow, the positive charges on the left in the color of green. The negative charges in the center and an uncharged object will appear hot pink.”

Elf looked down and pointed with a confused brow at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “Why is the almost circle in the color of sky blue?”

The other FDA inspectors sidestepped along the dirt wall, stopping and standing behind a back spine of Vassar, Vester, Tank, or Duke with a puzzled brow to see the computer screen in silence.

Vassar stared at the computer screen with a stern face and a whisper into each ear bug. “The blue circle represents oxygen which is the most abundant gas within our cave dwelling. The mass number is sixteen with an atomic number of eight. There are eight electrons and eight protons. The number of neutrons is always equal to the mass number.”

Vester stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “The wire is dancing with a set of air molecules. Protons and electrons live within the air atmosphere, but something does not.”

Dove stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “The dance pattern is a completed circle.”

“Naw,” Vassar stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “There is a skipped air pocket somewhere, maybe as tiny as .0001 millimeters in width. We just have to locate it.”

Peacock exhaled and stared down with a worried brow into the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “Another thing to locate…”

Vester stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “Please reduce the computer image back down to hundred time magnification. Then drive FRONE along the roundness of the wire looking for any mechanic defect that might be molded into the metal wiring. That might account for the looping pattern, where we are seeing on the computer screen.”

“What are you trying to solve, Vester?” Elf stared with a confused brow at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug.

Vester stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “There might be a dent, brace, or bump allowing the electricity to jump across like a deer leaping over a water stream. That would be our snap target with Peacock’s scissors while hopefully avoiding 8000 volts of electrified shock,” chuckling.

Elf stared down with a smile at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “So, Loyce does want Nadean to live.”

Vester stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “Yes, Loyce is not dumb just dangerous and not deadly. If Nadean or OT becomes hurt or even accidentally killed, then Loyce will be an American fugitive on the run. Then Teague and Bobcat with their combined hunting experience and our combined hunting brains will locate, find, and kill his ass, anywhere in the world.”

Bull stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “Loyce wants the money, giving him escape time while OT panics the entire State of Alabama looking for the most valuable player’s mama of championship game.”

Moose stared down with a stern face at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “We charge in with the pair of scissors and cut Nadean out of the puppet wiring.”

Vester stared down with a stern face at the computer screen, shaking a red colored buzz cut with a whisper into each ear bug. “I don’t like that idea. The wiring is rigged to sever a limb if the wrong amount of torque is applied to the right bone.”

Moose looked up with a worried brow to see Nadean, whispering into each ear bug. “I don’t like that concept, either.”

Elf turned and scanned the walls and the ceiling with a worried brow and a whsiper into the ear bug. “We haven’t discussed the possibility of floor bombs or ceiling tacks or wall traps.”

Vassar turned and scanned the walls and the ceiling with a stern face and a whsiper into the ear bug. “The computer accurately displays all type of man-made metal components within the cave-room. Everything else is densely packed Mother Nature’s red dirt clay particles on a western wall, a northern wall, and an eastern wall, except for the four floor lamps, the four wires, and the single bed mattress.” He turned and looked down with a stern face at the computer screen, shifting the joy stick on top of the laptop. The side flap on the computer laptop had opened. A small round colored tan object lifted and halted in the air.

Elf turned and stared at the tan colored pea which was named FRONE, whispering into each ear bug, “What are you doing, Vassar?”

FRONE slowly flew forward over the dirt soil, through the archway of the cave-room, steering and scanning as it traveled toward the nearest wire dumping mathematical percentages, letters, and numbers.

Vester leaned down into the computer, almost face-kissing the screen with a pair of lips and a pair of eyeballs, whispering into each ear bug. “I am seeking dead space.”

Duckie stared at FRONE and the wire, shaking a skull in confusion of the intense scientific conversation between the twin brothers, whispering into each ear bug. “Dead air is used for sound like music in a radio.”

Vester continued to lean down into the computer, almost face-kissing the screen with a pair of lips and a pair of eyeballs, whispering into each ear bug. “And dead space is air inhaled through any open vessel that does not take part in the gas exchange, in physiology of a life form. I am seeking a piece of dead space on the metal wire, specifically any or all non-dancing air molecules on the wire.”

Vassar continued to study the computer screen, shifting the joy stick on top of the laptop, moving FRONE up the wire, whispering into each ear bug. “When Nadean breathes, mixed gas must flow in both directions, inhaling and exhaling while increasing her lung respiratory of usable air for existence then release accumulated carbon dioxide in the form of air molecules. A deep slow breath of five hundred breaths per minute is more effective for releasing accumulated carbon dioxide rather than taking a quick shallow breath of two hundred fifty breathes per minute. Therefore, her shallow breathes have created dead space without a tea tiny amount of released carbon dioxide. Since Nadean is mentally upset, she is not releasing carbon dioxide, anymore. We must hurry and locate the dead space pinpoint, Vester.”

Vester continued to lean down into the computer, almost face-kissing the screen with a pair of lips and a pair of eyeballs, whispering into each ear bug. “Negative ions are around us, every day, Duckie. A charged air molecule carries an extra electron, conferring a net negative charge to the particle…”

“…that clings to the ass when you shit, Duckie,” Elf smiled at the computer screen and whispered into each ear bug. “And dead space is air inhaled through any open vessel like your mouth, your ears and your skin. An air purifier is a commercial product that generates negative ions to keep nosocomial infections from your hairy nostrils. In the Far East like inside the country of Japan, they have created numerous home appliances, using the concept of negative ion generators for a toothbrush, a refrigerator, an air condition unit, an air cleaner, and a washing machine.”

Vester continued to lean down into the computer, almost face-kissing the screen with a pair of lips and a pair of eyeballs, whispering into each ear bug. “In a set of clinical research studies performed and documented by Birmingham University within a hospital setting, bacterium dust particles carry nasty microorganisms, causing them to settle onto any horizontal surface, especially a metal table and a chair. An electronic negative air ionization device like an air purifier reduces the air ionization of an aerosolized virus T1 bacteriophage by fifty two percent, thus eliminating any additional body infections for a recovering patient. One negative air ionization neutrals one airborne micro-organism, therefore, one single solo dust particle carries many micro-organisms when the dust particle is attacked by one single solo negative air ion. Thus, the zero space creates a dead space.”

Vassar fiddled on the computer keyboard, shifting the joy stick on top of the laptop, moving FRONE up the wire, whispering into each ear bug. “I have reconfigured the bio-cell app inside the computer and two of the mobile telephones.” He pressed a button. “Let’s see the dead space on each one of the four wires inside our 3-D hologram model.”

A lavender colored laser line shot up from each mobile telephone on the opposite ends of the limestone rock, forming a perfect horizontal line straight between the two vertical parallel wires. The horizontal line connected on the right side to each wire on the ankle and wrist bone of Nadean. On the left side of Nadean, there was a second perfect horizontal line that connected both wires of the ankle and wrist in lavender color also.

Vester smiled at the 3-D hologram model with a whisper into each ear bug, “I’ll be Nadean’s brother. That’s the prettiest straight line from point A to point B that even a computer can’t paint.”

Vassar smiled at the 3-D hologram model with a whisper into each ear bug, “Loyce has created one single solo negative air dust particle for each wire, Vester. It clinks onto the wiring in the exact same spot in lavender color on the 3-D image, happily bouncing between the real protons and neutrons of air. Do not bend the wire. It must be cut straight across or it will snap and sting a body part.”

Elf gasped with a worried brow, staring at the 3-D computer image in the middle of the cave, whispering into each ear bug, “A mastermind evil mad scientist genius, who is this guy?”

Vester stared at the 3-D image and sneered into each ear bug, “Dead.”

Bull turned and looked beyond the 3-D image to see the interior of the cave-room, whispering into each ear bug, “What’s the source of the electricity?”

Elf turned and recognized the object with a smile inside the cave-room, whispering into each ear bug, “A 12-volt battery energizer.”

Vester exhaled with a huff and a whisper into each ear bug. “Loyce is a genius mad scientist.”

Vassar typed on the computer keyboard, splitting the screen, whispering the new information into each ear bug. “This particular model is very versatile, Vester. It draws 4.5 watts per hour which lasts for approximately fifty days on a clean or a weedy fence post line. It will power one mile of three strand cattle fence, one-half mile of five strand sheep fence, six of 164 feet goat nets, and three of 164 feet chick nets, ensuring enough volts on the fence line keeping animals in and predators out…”

“Useful datum, Vassar,” Vester stared at the sneered into the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug.

Vassar read from the computer with a smile and a whisper into each ear bug. “The battery stores seven joules of shock, four joules in moist soil, or two joules in dry soils.”

Tank reached down from the make-shift table surface and touched the semi-wet red clay with a grin and a whisper into each bug ear, “We are moist in here, dearest.” He sat upright on both kneecaps with a chuckle, wiping off his hands.

Duke tossed both arms into the air with a smile and a whisper into each ear bug, “Yeehaw, I love getting shocked and then knocked down to my kneecaps. Are you going to fuck me from behind after that social encounter, darling?”

Vassar smiled at the computer screen with a whsiper into each ear bug. “Hell, naw! And it requires one foot of ground rod.”

Tank looked up with a worried brow to see the real wires on Nadean, whispering into each ear bug. “Man, that hanging wire is a live rattlesnake with fangs and claws.”

Duke turned and smiled at the nose profile of Vester, whispering into each ear bug. “Think it might kick you in the guts, when cut?”

“Naw,” Vester turned and winked at Duke, whispering into each ear bug. “But it will make you piss inside your pink panties, when touched.”

“My girly panty throngs for all fun sex parties are fire engine red, big boy.” Tank turned and winked at Vester, whispering into each ear bug.

Moose pointed a floating FRONE with a smile, whispering into each ear bug. “It’s a battery with a shut-off button. Use your metal boy FRONE to sting and kill the single power source. Then we can invade the cave-room and rescue Nadean from death.”

Vester looked up with a smile to see FRONE inside the cave-room, still scanning the wire that was attached to Nadean, whispering into the ear bug. “That is an excellent suggestion, Moose, except FRONE has no weapons, not even a baby sword. We will need to upgrade FRONE upon returning home, Vassar. And secondly, the power source is buried between two sliced rock beds for security and safety. If the hanging wire shifts too often, Nadean will be without a limb. I can promise that event for all eyeballs.”

Vassar frowned down at the computer screen with a whisper into each ear bug. “Loyce is indeed a brilliant villain. Based on the new metric configuration, if you cut the nylon on the left wrist, the body jerks almost at super speed to the left, breaking her right bone at the wrist, maybe ripping the arm socket from the joint.”

Vester frowned down at the computer screen with a whsiper into each ear bug. “Agreed.”

Vassar continued to frown down at the computer screen with a whsiper into each ear bug. “Based on visual presentation, the length and taunt-ness of the angle holding her joint bones are precisely the same distance. We have to cut all four angles at the exact same time or the last one will definitely rip a socket from the bone marrow.”

Elf raised a palm into the air with a smile, standing behind Vester, whispering into ear bug. “I can help here.”

Duckie tossed an arm into the air with a smile, standing behind Tank, whispering into each ear bug, “Me, too.”

Vester looked up with a worried brow to see Nadean, shaking a red colored buzz-cut, whispering into each ear bug. “I’m her brother and will always be a whisper away for Nadean. I suggest that four men of equal strength, not necessary physical statue with four sharp axes cut the nylon precisely together, releasing Nadean from harm’s way.”

Vassar looked up from the computer screen and turned with a stern face to see the nose profile of Vester, whispering into the ear bug. “If OT does toss the Game or not, I strongly suspect that Loyce will release Nadean and then kill both of them, together. He will hide the physical evidence inside another locale. He would not desire any loose ends, especially inside the belly of the famous national championship game stadium. Therefore, my theory is sound and proven coming to the conclusion of the free safety of the floor and walls. We should proceed, immediately.”

Vester turned and smiled at Vassar with a whisper into each ear bug, “Agree, twice. What did you notice about the hired help?”

Vassar grinned with a whisper into each ear bug. “All blonde and dumb, same height, weight, body mass, and arm strength.”

Vester nodded with a whisper into each ear bug. “Four dumb asses to cut the wire at the same time, in the same exact spot.”

Duke turned and smiled at the nose profile of Tank with a whisper into each ear bug. “So we just need four dumb asses.”

“Naw,” Tank turned and grinned at Duke with a whisper into the ear bug. “We need four men with same height, weight, and arm strength.”

Vassar smiled with a whisper into ear bug, “The Quartet.”

Vester softly chuckled into the ear bug, “Ah naw, the Garland boys.”

Duke turned and launched a hand kiss over to his lover Vassar with a whisper into each ear bug, “Yeah baby, kiss me, too.”

Vester exhaled and turned to see the wires, whispering into each ear bug. “The wires must be clipped at the same spot and all at the same time or Nadean will lose a foot or a hand.”

“Agreed,” Vassar turned with a worried brow to see the wires inside the cave-room, whispering into each ear bug.

Tank turned and narrowed his eyelids at each wire, whispering into each ear bug. “So, we cut the wiring at the precise point of dead space. Why did Loyce make it so complicated?”

Duke turned and laughed, viewing each wire, whispering into each ear bug. “There’s not a ground rod for the wiring, hot foot, baby.”

Vester exhaled and stared at each wire, whispering into each ear bug. “That’s why he made it so creativity to scare us into thinking that there is not a way to remove Nadean from her four puppet strings, without his assistance or his money. He wasn’t certain that Bam U will win the championship game. This is his default plan while being out of the USA. Telecommunicates is remarkable and remarking efficient away from home.”

Elf stood upright from the dirt soil with a worried brow and waved both hands in the air, whispering into each ear bug. “Hang on here! Safety comes first.”

Vassar spun around and winked with a grin at Elf, whispering into the ear bug. “You sound like my man Gage of the Quartet.”

Elf turned and frowned at the rear skull of each computer geek, whispering into each ear bug. “You need a set of eye protection and a body of armor gear, preventing any serious lacerations, Vassar.”

Vester stared at Nadean with a worried brow, whispering into each ear bug. “One, there is no more time, Elf. Two, the limp wiring will momentarily hang in space then swiftly glide back toward the dirt wall, stick there for eons. Three, the dead space pocket will not shock us. Loyce has thoroughly ensured our safety by creating somehow a single solo negative ion even among a flowing river of 8,000 volts of electricity that operates on a meek 12 volt battery energizer. Four, there is not an assassin waiting in the wings to murder OT. Loyce wants everyone to panic while he gets away. The man is truly a mad scientist genius.” He typed on the computer keyboard, shifting and moved the 3-D image, overlaying the electronic colorful lines on top of the real naked mattress, the real Nadean, and the real wires. The lavender horizontal line pinpointed the four exactly dead space spots, where four hands needed to cut four spots all at the same time. Vester stood upright from the dirt soil, stretching out his numb limbs, staring at Nadean with a worried heart.

Vassar stood with a stern face and stared at 3-D image and the thin lavender colored line, whispering into each bug ear. “We can’t enter a moving body through the archway between the concrete columns. Our air motion will disturb the molecules around Nadean’s ankles. The wires will slice off her foot.”

Vester stared at Nadean with a smile, whispering into each ear bug. “Not agreed, Vassar. Loyce used the same space of air to escape or move out of the room shell without disturbing the air molecules. Or Nadean won’t still be alive with all her body parts.”

Vassar spun around and grabbed the arm of Elf with a nod and a stern face, swinging around and shoved the short man down onto the dirt and into the computer laptop. He dropped down on one knee, patting the computer, whispering into the ear bug. “Elf, I would like for you to monitor the air molecules on the computer. Sit here. Right now, the molecules are happy, dancing around in the colors of blue and green. When an object cuts into their dance pattern, the blue and green will separate. We, four are going to enter the rat cave, locating the dead space. I do not know what is going to happen in there, Elf.” He stood upright with a grin, side stepping along the wall, spinning around to see a row of inspectors, winking at Dove. “Ya’ll stay sharp.” He spun around, moving ahead and stopped, standing a few feet from the entrance of the cave-room, staring at the 3-D image. He concentrated on the lavender line that was the dead space point between the ankle and wrist bone that would release the two wires and save the limbs and the life of his sister Nadean.

All the other FDA inspectors each side stepped along the dirt wall, turning and dashed to the row of rescue backpacks and containers, removing all the emergency gear for use. They stood in place and spun around, staring at the quartet of Vester, Vassar, Tank, and Duke.

Vester sidestepped along the wall and cleared the messy command center, stopping and moving ahead toward the entrance of the cave-room with a stern face and a whisper into the bug ear. “Vassar and I will crawl with fingers and toes like a common garden snake along the dirt clay on our belly without disturbing more of the protons air molecules that are attacking Nadean. Tank and Duke stand outside the archway until we are in a crouched pose near each wrist bone of Nadean. Then I will stand first upright and move toward the right wrist bone wire. Then Vassar will stand second upright, moving to the left wrist bone. Tank will move third to the left ankle bone. Duke will move last to the right ankle bone. We pose for the one single solo snap with each pair of sharp cutting implements, all at the same time. The minimum and lax movement will tickle then relax the air molecules, without changing the position of the dead space negative ion.” He stopped and stood a few feet from the brightly lit entrance of the cave-room, staring at the lavender electronic glowing line where the dead spot must be cut to save the limb and the life of Nadean.

Duke stood upright from the dirt and sidestepped along the wall, staring the each wire, leaving the Command Center, moving ahead and stood beside Vester in silence.

Tank stood upright from the dirt soil, side stepping along the wall and stared at each wire with a worried brow, moving away from the Command Center, whispering into each ear bug. “Our body motion might create vibration producing more sound waves. The sound waves will shift the wires, cutting and slicing off one or all of Nadean’s bones.” He moved ahead and stood between next to Duke.

Vester reached out and shoved Duke toward the opposite column that was on the left side of Nadean with a stern face, whispering into ear bug. “The dirt will disguise both movement and vibration, being soft and noiseless. Sound only reacts to vibration.”

Duke turned and winked to Vassar, whispering into the ear bug. “I wished I was an earthworm.”

Vester stared at Nadean with worried brow and a whisper into the ear bug. “I wished I was a god.”

Moose moved from the dirt wall and stood, handing off a set of four cutting instruments to each computer geek, consisting of a pair of sewing scissors for Vassar; a pair of pliers to Tank, a second hunting knife to matching the first hunting knife to Duke, so he could cut the single wire sideways at same time with the three others. A pair of small garden shears to cut the wire and slapped Vester on the collar bone with a smile, whispering into the ear bug. “Get moving. “Go, guys. Ya’ll are making me sweat bullets and piss pee with nervousness.” He back stepped from the row of computer geeks, staring at each back spine and the glowing 3-D image with the pretty colors with a worried brow and a worried heart. He stopped and stood on the side of the messy Command Center, without blocking the eyeball view of the other inspectors.

Vester stared at the lavender line and sneered into the ear bug. “Good thing, Nadean has chosen to save her life, because I’m the one that bleeds Loyce in the upcoming dog fight.”

Vassar stared at each wire and Nadean with a worried brow and a worried heart. “I would advise here for all the FDA inspectors to remove your ear bug. For me, I yell and curse when I encounter biting ass pain.”

All the FDA inspectors removed the ear bugs, dropping the devise down into the dirt, moving ahead and stopped, standing around Elf. Elf stood on both kneecap and stared down at the computer screen with a worried brow and looked up to see the four set of back spines of Vester, Vassar, Tank and Duke.

Vester and Vassar, both dropped down and crawled over a belly button over the soft dirt, wiggling side to side until each one crawled underneath the wire and stood upright.

Tank and Duke dropped down and crawled over the dirt and underneath the wires of the ankle bone and stopped, standing upright and posed a weapon at the lavender painted spot of dead space on the real wire.

Vester stood next to the right hand wrist of Nadean, holding a pair of garden weed shears with both hands in front of the lavender dead spot of the 3-D image that was painted onto the real wire, whispering into each ear bug. “We snap the pretty colored lavender spot on the number three. One, two, three…”

Vester cut the dead space on the jewelry wire that was connected to the left wrist of Nadean, hearing a series of numerous sharp pings.

Nadean listened with the eardrums and watched the dirt ceiling with the eyeballs, holding her breath of pain and fright, feeling the swift release of each wire from a bone. The wire swiftly jerked away from her bone and recoiled back through air space toward the dirt wall.

Vester jerked back a face and a torso away from an upward retreating metal wire as the wire retreated back into the dirt wall. The lower portion of the whipping long wire slammed and sliced into the upper leg of Vester and as, his eyeballs stared down with worry at Nadean. She lifted up all four limbs from the mattress into the air and then swiftly dropped them back down onto the naked and soft mattress in fear and exhaustion. Vester felt intense pain from numerous wire slaps over the body, growling into the ear bug. “Son of fucking bitch, I thought my mama was a nasty ass cunt.” His face turned and swung to the left side of the cave-room.

Vassar received a head slap from the left sided jewelry wire and dropped down, falling over the dirt soil, disappearing behind the naked bed mattress and grabbed a face in pain and curses.

Vester leaned over to the left side of the bed mattress and scooped up with both arms underneath the weak body of Nadean, feeling a stinging pain of sliced outer epidermis on a right thigh. The thin wire had deeply sliced an angle into his femoral artery, feeling hot boiling liquid that was wetting inside his blue jeans.

The major artery of the right leg flooded a stream of precious blood all the way down into his set of five toes then the same veins rushed the blood back up into his pumping heart. The spinal nerves were sending signals into his brain, indicating intense pain, sudden coldness, and growing numbness of his right leg.

The legs were fed by a set of femoral arteries that carried three-fourths of the entire eight pints of blood to each two leg muscles which left one-fourth of the entire eight pints of blood for his two arms and a torso.

A human could lose two pints of blood per minute through a severed artery. At fifty percent blood loss, his biological life form would pass out into dark consciousness, blooding out three pints of blood from a severed femoral. In three short minutes, Vester would bleed to death and die.

He softly cursed an active genius mind with too much academic knowledge.

Vester weakly stood upright, cuddling Nadean inside the tiny soft blanket like a baby into a chest, slowly waddling forward on a set of ten numb toe bones, moving out from the cave-room, passing upright through a pretend door archway of a pretend bedroom setting. He pushed a weak body into the outer corridor of the cave, feeling a fresh cool breeze on his sweaty face.

All the FDA inspectors shuffled sideways from the dirt wall, turning and grabbed emergency supplies from the top of the back packs, running around the cave to an injured computer geek.

Dove lifted her mobile telephone into a face and dialed the 911 emergency telephone number, personally talking to the dispatcher, explaining the situation with a worried brow.

Vester dropped down and fell, landing on both kneecaps over the soft dirt soil, folding a torso over the upper body of Nadean. He whispered with weakness and worry into each ear bug. “Vassar?”

“Present.” Vassar rolled side to side, holding both hands into a bloody face from the slap of the thin wire, whispering into the each ear bug.

Vester whispered with worry and panic into each ear bug, “Tank?”

Tank was curved into a ball of pain on top of the dirt soil inside the cave-room, whispering with soft sneer into each ear bug. “Fuck, it hurts, mama.”

Vester whispered with worry into each ear bug, “Duke?”

Duke whispered and panted between the rough growls of pain into each ear bug. “I kill Loyce first. I kill Loyce first…”

Vester leaned over and smiled down at his sister, “Nadean?”

I blinked my eyelashes open, feeling pain and happiness with a slow grin and a soft whisper to see his smile, “Vester, thank you for saving me.”

Vester smiled with a whisper into her grin. “You’re very welcome, Sis.”

I whispered with worry with a blank face, “OT?”

Vester nodded with a whisper and a grin. “OT’s safe. I promise.”

I closed my eyelashes, feeling weak and safe. “Thank you, again. I love you, Vester. Let’s have a family picnic at the oak tree on your mountain peak when the football game ends.”

Vester smiled down into her placid face, “Anything you want, Sis.” He closed his eyelids with a silly grin, slowly falling over Nadean from weakness and pain, drifting down into a deep slumber inside the cool breeze of the underground cave.

“The paramedics are coming. The paramedics are coming. They’re close and inside the game stadium. They will be in here in ten minutes or less.” Dove shuffled sideways from the dirt wall, clearing the Command Center, swinging around and dashed to the pile of emergency gear, grabbing a couple of blankets and a bag of bandages and stood upright. She spun around and raced ahead with a yell and a worried brow. “How’s Nadean? What is her medical condition? Is she alive?”

Peacock ran forward with two blankets and a bag of bandages from the emergency pile of supplies, slipping and fell down into the moist dirt soil, leaning over Nadean, touching one of her cut and blood stained limbs with a worried brow. “She looks really pale. She has lost a lot of blood.” She lifted the hand and reached down into her pocket, whipping out her mobile telephone, taking a digit picture of Nadean and then transmitted it.

Elf moved ahead with a worried brow with a yell, staring at each fallen body. “What about the medical condition of the boys?”

Bull dashed ahead with the blankets and a bag of bandages, shaking a skull with a worried brow. “The wire sliced into meat, lots of bleeding and blood. They need doctors. Where’s the damn ambulance?” He dashed toward the cave-room.

He stopped and squatted down over the body with a worried brow. “Jeezus, she’s bleeding.” Elf lifted and ripped off the red stained blanket down from the kneecaps of Nadean, searching with his eyelids for the skin wound.

Peacock reached over and gingerly touched the face of Vester, lifting up to see her blood stained hand in the air with a worried brow. “She’s not the one bleeding, Elf.”

Dove dashed into the cave-room and stopped, squatting down and covered two blankets over an unconscious and bleeding Vassar as he was curved up on top of the dirt soil inside the cave-room with quiet stillness. She said with a worried brow, patting his shoulder. “The 26-gauge jewelry wire recoiled like a gun shot back toward the dirt wall. The slender bands of wire sliced into Vester, Vassar, and their mates like an individual soft marshmallow, ripping at each human limb like a horse whip.”

Inside the cave-room, Bull stopped and squatted, staring down with a sad face at the bleeding and unconscious Duke, covering him with two blankets. “Recoil is a movement ass-backwards from one solo single impact. When Duke clipped the wire, he caused momentum, slapping that wiring like a rattlesnake over his tallness.” He stood upright and carried more blankets, scooting around the mattress and stopped, squatting and placed the two blankets over the unconscious and blooding body of Tank with a worried brow. “A high compression terrain motor vehicle uses a stock recoil rope which is rated at 5,000 pounds of torque with a diameter of three/sixteenth of an inch. And that jewelry wire was less than one-sixteenth of an inch in diameter. Damn, these boys didn’t have a fucking chance in hell here.”

Elf stood upright and stared down with a smile at Nadean. “She does.” She was peacefully sleeping with a set of closed eyelashes on top of the naked mattress. An unconscious Vester was tenderly holding her torso with a pair of two loving arms and a set of cupped hands, while his red blood proteins bleed all over her white blanket.

Dove stood upright from the unconscious and bloody body of Vassar, turning and stared at the each injured person, wiping away the tears of sadness with a worried heart. “I hope that Teague finds the sharpshooter or OT doesn’t.”

 

 

5:09 p.m.

Birmingham Vulcan Stadium

4th floor of skybox suites

Warm temperatures without sunshine inside the building

 

 

The skybox metal door opened.

“Fuck!” Teague moved out from the last executive suite of the rental skyboxes on the top level, stomping into the hallway and stopped, standing and heading bumping into a sour puss Bobcat with a confused brow and a sissy whine. “No sharpshooter. No gun. No Loyce. Have we been duped? Is this a ploy for us to leave Duchess unprotected inside the underground cavern?” He looked down with a sour frown and double-checked his mobile telephone for a new text, seeing nothing and typed a text to the FBI team for an update status of the search Duff Loyce.

Bobcat looked down with a stern face at the colored digital picture on his mobile telephone that came from Peacock inside the underground cavern. He silently read the text from Elf who was with Peacock inside the underground cavern too, swiftly pocketing a set of mixed emotions down into his rolling guts and quickly scrolled over the other new texts from each FDA team member with an angry face. “Yes, a dupe for a couple of dopes,” he looked up with a stern face and a serious tone to see Teague. “But we ain’t dopes or dopers, Tomcat. There isn’t a sharpshooter or a gun for an assassination attempt on OT. It’s a lie,” he turned and stared with a worried brow at the cheering crowd of spectators inside the bleachers that was display upon large television screen on the side wall. “And Loyce isn’t inside the bleachers either. There are too many folks from his home town, his home street, and his work bank office here who could and would and will ID his ass for police purposes.”

“So, where he is, Bobcat?” Teague looked up with a confused brow to see the nose profile Bobcat.

Bobcat turned and frowned at Teague. “The last damn place that a couple of dopes wouldn’t ever think to look,” he turned and stared at the building. “The new and tall Vulcan Tower, where we left about thirty minutes ago, he is inside one of the rental suites eating, drinking, and partying, while we sweat and worry in an overheated car tire while searching for a fake person.”

Teague shook his curls with a worried brow. “But he specifically told Duchess in her face and OT on his cell phone call, giving out the same damn information from his cell phone. There is a sharpshooter trained on OT during the game if OT doesn’t play along losing the game for Burn U.”

Bobcat looked down with a stern face to see the lush thick carpet and back to see Teague. “And we’ve scouted and interviewed every man and woman who has been hiding within the shadows or holding a flag or dressing like the mascot. No sharpshooter. No gun. No Loyce. There is fifteen seconds on the score clock left within the championship game. Clearly Burn U is going to win the championship trophy unless Bam U scores a final touchdown. And clearly Loyce is fidgeting and prepping for his timely escape, not realizing Nadean’s brothers have…hope…of getting Nadean out alive from the cave-room.”

Teague looked down with a worried brow and a worried heart at his mobile telephone, typing through the old texts. “I haven’t heard from Elf.”

Bobcat gritted the teeth with a stern face at the silver tinted hair roots of fifty two year old Teague. “Tomcat, our job is to find Loyce. Let the other team do their work.” He reached out and grabbed the arm of Teague, turning and dragging both of them toward the one of the three shiny closed elevator doors. “These elevators shoot us directly up into the main lobby of the penthouse suite level, since this is the only entrance and exit point, coming and going from many rental luxury suites. I have texted Bull and his team to come up here and catch and grab Loyce, if we don’t kill the bastard, first.”

“I wanna kill him.” Teague pulled beside Bobcat and leaned over with a sneer and a sour frown into the cheekbone of Bobcat.

Bobcat sneered back into the cheekbone of Teague, reaching forward and slammed the elevator button and stopped in front the closed elevators doors with a sour frown, staring the shiny silver tinted steel. “Right now, I don’t give a shit who kills the bastard. I just want Loyce dead and then his soul descended down into hell for a permanent visitation with Satan.”

The elevator doors opened.

They entered and spun around to face the wall with the television screen, where Burn U was winning a very close football championship game by six points.

Bobcat reached over and slammed the button for the penthouse floor, standing upright with a sneer, pulling out his hand gun with a soft growl.

The television announcer without a face said via the plasma as the plasma showed the players on the green colored field. “There is eighteen seconds left on the score clock. Bam U has the football on its own thirty five yard line. This game is not over with, folks. So, stay put inside your chair and your eyeballs glued to the plasma, since a touchdown of six points could win the national championship game for…”

The doors closed.

 

 

5:10 p.m.

Penthouse lobby setting

7th floor level

 

 

The elevator doors opened.

Teague and Bobcat stood with boot toes apart and crouched, aiming a hand gun at the lobby wall. There was no a single human standing center stage of two hand guns.

Bobcat moved ahead and exited first from the carriage, turning and dropped the gun barrel down toward the nicely tan and gold tinted marble flooring. Teague followed behind, pulling up beside Bobcat.

The elevator door closed.

Bobcat advanced ahead and stopped, standing in front of a matching tan and gold tinted marble reception desk, seeing a scary female clerk and reached over, stealing with a left hand a set of two Burn U baseball caps. He slid one of the baseball caps to Teague for a proper disguise to surprise Loyce.

Teague stopped and stood beside Eckward with a cold barrel pointing down at the floor, sliding on the baseball cap with a stern face.

The female clerk back stepped and held both palms in the air, wearing a baseball cap over a black ponytail. You could not see a face from the nose up.

Bobcat leaned over the counter with a smile and a nod to young female. “We are FDA inspectors with guns. We are seeking an oversized fat white colored male who is named Duff Loyce. He has…”

“…messy curly black and gray hair, ghostly pale white, over six feet tall,” the clerk nodded with a sour frown, dropping both hands and slapped her blue jeans with a puff of annoyance. “Yeah, I know that dude. He tried to steal three caps, four shirts, and one keychain thinking the merchandise is free like the beer. I finally had to interrupt my boss during the game to calmly express that we are a private busy, working inside the building for profit of money. Mr. Loyce recorded our names and our titles, claiming that he was going to report us to the building management. Geez, this dude is a dumb ass. And he tried to explain that he was leaving the country for medical treatment, wanting the Burn U gear for free, too. That didn’t work, either.”

Bobcat smiled. “And what suite would unhappy Mr. Loyce be inside as he cheered for Burn U, darling? And I promise to pay for the merchandise when I have finished my ugly task.”

The clerk lifted and waved a hand and a smile to Bobcat and Teague. “Both the baseball caps are free and yours for removing Mr. Loyce from the building honey. He is located inside one of the furthest and cheapest luxury suite on your left side. Go around the wall corner and then straight down at the end of the hallway. Since, no body is moving from their chair until the end of the game. Do I need to call the cops, sir?”

Bobcat nodded with a smile to the female, “Yes, darling, please dial 911. Tell them that law enforcement special agents need assistance and are apprehending a very dangerous fugitive. And we additional need help removing all the upset football spectators.”

She frowned with worry. “Do I need to leave, sir?”

Bobcat slipped the baseball cap over his blackish gray hair with a stern face to the female. “No, but I would move into the back room and finish watching the game, staying out of the way of the horde of violent physical commotion.”

She nodded with a worried brow, “Right, will do. Thanks for protecting us,” she back stepped from the merchandise and the cash register, swinging to the side, moving into a darken hallway out of dangerous with the other merchandise employees.

The door closed.

Bobcat turned to the left and moved away from the reception counter, strutting down an empty hallway, since everyone was watching the live football game inside one of the numerous luxury suites, advancing down at the end of the hallway of glass windows and an array of spaced sitting chairs to chit-chat during half-time with other fans. He could see the outline of the Old Gray Man in the shape of a sideways rubber black tinted car tire, snorting with amusement.

Teague turned and pulled up beside his buddy Bobcat with a smile and a chuckle, killing the villain of the fairy tale, since the princess has been saved by her godmothers.

They marched with a cold barrel pointed down at the floor, wearing a Burn U baseball cap that covered half a face, in case Loyce recognized one of them from the bank interview, yesterday. Teague and Bobcat both had met and interviewed Loyce when it was discovered that Nadean was lying about her past and present, telling that she lived in Mobile, instead of Birmingham.

 

 

5:12 p.m.

Rental luxury suite of Duff Loyce

 

 

Loyce paced back and forth with panic in front of a gigantic hundred inched width colored television plasma television and stopped, standing in front of the screen with a string of soft curses, watching Bam U lead and might win the national championship University final football game. He narrowed his eyelids, staring into the television at OT Sims.

OT Sims played an exceptional game like normal. He didn’t seem to care that his mom Nadean had kidnapped and captured by a stranger who was named Duff Loyce. Duff had contacted and spoken directly OT, tattling that he would threaten to kill his mom, if OT did not blow the championship game. The field play was in motion on the television. OT continued to harass the ass of the Bam U quarterback, seeking another quarterback sack like normal.

Loyce shook a balding skull of blackish gray hair, huffing and puffing with worry. If Burn U won the game like it was predicted, Loyce would lose all the three million dollars that he had placed at one of the numerous legitimate Las Vegas gambling computer sites. Las Vegas would win and keep the three million dollars. Loyce would win zero dollars and zero cents.

He had already paid for a one-way getaway trip including the one-way airfare ticket and a rental hotel room for one night inside the Canary Island. And he had pre-recorded a time voice message to his stupid ass supervisor at the Third National Bank of Florida that was located here in Birmingham to fuck off. The message was said that Loyce quit his stupid boring ad dull ass job and to shove a finger up his ass and fuck his dick that ended in heavy laughter.

Now, Loyce will lose both the gambling bet of three million dollars and his good paying job of seventy thousand dollars.

Loyce had broken the lease on his current apartment too, giving away all his furniture pieces to a charity business for fun. He even donated his personal sedan to charity foundation, since he didn’t want to be tracked back to the death Nadean Garland. Thus, he would drove away inside a taxi car from Old Gray Man.

The taxi service was provided free of charge by the city of Birmingham, since all Burn U fans would drink too much beer and Bam U fans were crazy drivers. Loyce would walk out from the Vulcan Tower building and step into an old rusty taxi cab, heading to the Birmingham airport where he would board a plane to Las Vegas to collect the nine million dollar gambling winnings.

Now, all his future dreams were a series of puffs in volumes gigantic black smoke, drifting up into the white clouds. Loyce didn’t even smoke a pack of nasty cigarettes either as a natural born sophisticated South Florida native, instead of an illiterate redneck hillbilly.

The loud whistle blew within the active football game on the television. The football had been placed on the forty yard line inside the territory of Burn U from an awesome forward pass by the Bam U quarterback.

Loyce spun around and leaned both palms and a nose bridge, sweating into the soft plasma screen, softly cursing OT Sims, cheering the Bam U quarterback, and kindly asked Almighty God for a praying miracle to win a nine million dollar gift and retire from the scum bag of civilization with the USA.

The luxury door opened.

Bobcat entered the suite first, moving ahead and stopped at the end of the second long sofa, turning to face the ass of Duff Loyce with a soft growl.

Loyce leaned into the plasma with a growl and a bad host, not greeting the new guest. The volume of the television roared with soft grunts from football players and loud whistles from the referees as both university football teams continued to fight and play for the championships with eighteen second left on the score clock from a set of hidden speakers within the extremely large living room setting that could hold fifty people easily. Loyce had rented it for his person only. The side wall on the opposite side of the single entrance door held a set of three individual food tables that were messy with an assortment of empty plates of food entrees and used beer bottles that had been consumed by fat ass Duff Loyce for free when renting a luxury suite inside the new Vulcan Tower.

Teague followed behind Bobcat with a stern face, stopped at the beginning of the first long sofa, turning to face the ass of Duff Loyce with a soft sneer.

They stood between each sofa end of two long sofas, tossing off the Burn U cap, seeing the full fat ass of Duff Loyce and the gigantic television screen that continued to display the final ten seconds of the national championship football game, where Burn U was leading by two mathematical points.

However, in the war of competition, the winner only needed one extra mathematical number that was higher than the opposing opponent to win it all.

Bobcat smiled at the ass of Loyce. Teague lifted and aimed a hand gun at the ass of Loyce with a smile, since he wanted the kill shot to avenge the mistreatment of his girl Duchess.

His eyeballs catch a gleam of silver on top of the sofa seat, and as Bobcat reached down and grabbed the remote control device that controlled the gigantic television screen. He quickly thought about cutting off the power to the television, so Loyce would not know the final outcome of the game but that would be crude and cruel as a southern gentleman.

However, Loyce was not a southern gentle man. Duff had had been lounging and eating inside an air conditioned comfortable environment here on top of this warped and wet spot inside the soft fabric of the long sofa, watching the football the entire time that Bobcat had been sweating and worrying about Nadean inside a damp and cold underground cavern that was below this building.

Bobcat lifted and aimed the remote control device at the ass of Loyce, pressing the button. The volume lowered on the television equipment. He laughed with a grin at the ass of Loyce. “OT Sims has won the National University Championship football game for Burn U for the fifth time, Mr. Loyce.”

Teague lifted and aimed the gun at the back spine of Loyce with a grin, “I am so sorry, Mr. Loyce. You will lose all your nine million dollar prize money from the Las Vegas gambling computer site for the today and the rest of our life, slick dick.”

Loyce spun around with a gasp without raising both palms, saying with a smirk to Bobcat and Teague. “She’s dead if’an ya’ll redneck hillbillies don’t take me immediately to Dr. Nadean Garland.”

Bobcat shook a skull with a smile. “Wrong, she’s alive.” He lifted and wiggled one of the inventions of the Garland twins near his grin, tossing the mobile telephone wrist watch into the air toward Duff.

Loyce stood in front of the television screen and opened both palms, capturing the object, looking down with a gasp to see the tiny screen.

Bobcat jabbed a finger and a chuckle at the object. “A colored digital picture of Nadean and one of her newest and non-lovely scars which shows a burnt right wrist bone. Her four limbs ain’t trapped between the four wires anymore. Clearly that little television screen on the wrist watch shows proof of her successful escape and rescue.”

Loyce moved sideways along the warmth soft plasma of the televisions screen with a nod and a grin, lifting and tossed the wrist watch mobile telephone back to Bobcat. The toss of the object was lousy and landed the wrist watch in front of the sofa. “Impossible storyline, since Dr. Nadean Garland is dead. I promise you, sir. The wiring configuration will systemically slice into each ankle and wrist bone both neatly and cleanly.”

Teague lowered the gun with a smile and a chuckle. “Yeah, we all read your demon tail storybook, too. But Nadean’s fairy godmothers saved her pretty ass. But I can’t say the same for your ugly ass, Loyce.” He lifted and held the hand gun in the air, pressing the button. The magazine clip dropped down into an open palm. Teague looked down with a smile and double-checked the ammunition. Full. He slapped the magazine back into the empty chamber of the gun with a chuckle and a smile, lifting both arms and aimed the cold barrel of the hand gun at the chest cavity of Duff again.

Loyce slowly moved sideways, standing at the edge of the television screen with a worried brow and a firm timber. “I don’t believe your fairy tale, Mr. Haywood. I demand to see Dr. Nadean Garland, now, immediately because she is dead and not alive.”

Bobcat slowly moved sideways along the back rest of the first sofa and stopped, tracking the roaming body of Loyce with a grin and a chuckle. “Nadean didn’t move, didn’t talk, and didn’t breathe but exhaled a series of long puffs of deep air molecules during her quiet catnap. Her twin brothers are the boys of Orion and Orion Industries.”

Loyce stopped inside the wall corner and parted his lips with a gasp at Bobcat, “The Orion geniuses?”

Bobcat nodded with a grin and a chuckle. “The genius brothers, who solved your sick puzzle and saved the life of their precious biological blood-kin sister. But now, there ain’t a person around who will solve your sick mind or save your sorry ass, Mr. Loyce.”

Teague slowly scooted in front of the closed door with a stern face and stopped, aiming his personal favored semi-automatic hand pistol which used a single chamber and barrel at the thick and fat chest cavity of Duff Loyce. The seventeen rounds of 9mm ammo hollow points would nicely expand the fat flesh and thick bone of Loyce over the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and maybe all the way to the parted boot toes of Teague. He smiled with a grunt. “Stop wiggling, Loyce. The correct shot placement is an important factor in a kill.”

Bobcat slowly scooted sideways and stopped, standing at the edge of the front sofa, lifting and waving a hand and a chuckle at Duff. “Keep scooting over to the long mathematical side of your cheap ass rented luxury suite, Mr. Loyce. Tomcat only has seventeen rounds of 9mm inside his personal hand gun for a vicious killing. Geez, you should have brought another magazine, Tomcat.”

Loyce scooted around and slammed into the edge of the food table as the table wobbled back and forth with the empty platters. He said with a worried brow and a sissy whine. “I want to be arrested.”

Teague slowly scooted along the wall and stopped, aiming the gun at the chest cavity on Loyce, saying with a smile. “Shuffle your feet, keeping your body axis from the feet.”

Loyce slowly scooted in front of the first food table with a worried brow and a sissy whine. “I want to confess.”

Bobcat slowly scooted and stopped, standing in front of the closed door with a smile and a nod. “The velocity needed for a 9mm caliber to perforate skin is seventy four feet per second. From twenty feet, Tomcat will create a perfect circular laceration in the heart value. Ya got a healthy heart, right, Loyce?”

Loyce stood in front of the first food table with a worried brow and sissy whine. “I want a police officer.”

Teague lifted and aimed the gun at the chest cavity of Loyce with a smile. “Face your entire body away from the target.”

Bobcat laughed and stared at Loyce. “Wait, Tomcat. Let Loyce move and stand inside the wall corner that is the maximum length inside the cheap ass luxury seat for killing an evil person without tiny bits of his pretty red colored blood landing in my face. I once read an article that a guy got shot in the chest with a twelve-gauge shotgun at four feet and two hours and twenty two minutes which is un-fuckingly believable. Loyce might live for a couple of days with his body mass of fattest in the universe.”

Teague aimed the gun with a smile. “Your knees are slightly flexed.”

Bobcat smiled at Loyce. “The heart is located in the center of the chest with a slight tilt to the left, Tomcat.”

Loyce slowly scooted sideways and stopped, standing in front of the second food table, holding both palms with a worried brow and a sissy whine. “I want your FDA supervisor.”

Bobcat scooted sideways and stood in the wall corner with a smile and a nod “She’s busy.”

Teague aimed the gun at Loyce with a smile. “Your feet should be shoulder to shoulder width apart.”

Bobcat smiled with a nod at Loyce. “I just read an article that overweight men actually outlive skinnier guys like me and you, Tomcat.”

Teague aimed and frowned through the eye piece at the chest cavity of Loyce, “Bullshit, Bobcat!”

Bobcat nodded with a chuckle, staring at Loyce. “True shit, Tomcat. Overweight men see a doctor with their health concerns while being screened for diseases and then treated for their health ailment.”

Loyce scooted sideways and bumped into the third food table with a worried brow and a sissy whine. “I want a lawyer.”

Bobcat slowly moved around and stood in middle of the wall, lifting and wiggling his mobile telephone into the air near his smile with a chuckle. “You get a cell.”

Loyce stopped and stood inside the wall corner which was the farther mathematical distance from the gun inside the hand of Teague, where he might live from one or two bullets wounds with a worried brow and a sissy whine. “I want justice.”

Bobcat laughed with a smile. “You get a gun.”

Loyce was severely obese, obviously ignoring a good diet and good sweaty sex, producing an array of fat mass over the muscle mass with heavy ugly abdominal fat that hung over and out from his dress shirt without a tie.

Teague slowly sideways and stopped, standing inside the opposite wall corner and lowered the gun and pulled back, releasing the slide mechanism with a right hand on the pistol, manually loading the first bullet into the chamber with a smile and a nod to Loyce. “I’m coked and locked, boy.”

Loyce stood inside the far wall corner with a set of tears and a sissy whine, holding both palms in the air, looking at bobcat and Teague. “I want to live.”

Bobcat stood in the middle of the wall with a laugh and a grin at Loyce. “You get death.”

Teague lifted and aimed the cold barrel of the gun at the chest cavity of Loyce with a grin. “Goodbye, Mr. Loyce.”

A single loud gunshot echoed outside the window of the Vulcan Tower.

Teague and Bobcat turned with a gasp to see the set of outside glass window that overlooked the Old Gray Man, swinging a puzzled brow to see the television screen as bobcat lifted and pressed the volume button on the remote control device.

“…fired,” The television announcer said via the television speaker. “A gunshot has been fired. There is apparently a single gunshot that has been fired down into the football game. There are football players lying down over the green grassy game field, not moving. I see red colored on the green grassy field too. All the coaches, the armed police escorts, and the physicians are rushing down on the field…”

“There’s no assassin.” Teague narrowed his eyelids with a whsiper and a puzzled brow at the television. There were a pile of wiggling and non-wiggling bodies of numerous football players, resting over the green grass that was slowly turning into a set of red colored grass on the football field. He sneered and turned to face a cold barrel.

Loyce fired the hand gun and hit the chest of Teague.

Teague stumbled backward from the direct hit into the chest, flinging and waved both arms into the air, dropping the weapon onto the carpet and hit the side of the sitting chair. He rolled sideways and landed onto a back spine over the carpet with a loud grunt, closing his eyelids into the pain.

The hands and the arms of Loyce jerked upright from the recoil of the small hand pistol as he grunted in surprise of the force of a small weapon.

Bobcat turned with a growl to see Loyce, leaning down and scooped up the gun from the floor, jumping into a shooting stance with a pair of bowed legs and fired the first bullet into the hidden heart valve of Loyce. He pumped and pulled the trigger over and over again, gritting the teeth, growling at the son of bitch, firing all the bullets into Loyce. Since Loyce was extremely tall and extremely overweight, the semi-automatic pistol emptied completely without any more bullets and any more rapid rhythm explosion.

The room went silent.

Loyce stumbled backward against the wall corner from the seventeen direct bullets by Bobcat, flinging both arms into the air as each one departed from his broken body. The right arm hit and knocked over the third food table, slowly falling forward and landed on top of bloody carpet with a soft thud. Loyce hit the wall, slumping down into a folded lump of body parts, landing on an ass inside the wall corner.

The door opened.

Lorinda and the other FDA inspectors entered and scattered around the private luxury suite, holding a weapon in the air near a stern face. Lorinda did not drop the weapon and quickly sidestepped along the wall, stopping and standing in place, looking down with an angry face and a shout at the Teague, “Get an ambulance. Take Teague to the Birmingham Hospital emergency room trauma center,” she turned and stared at the back spine of Ram.

The paramedics rushed in front of her, squatting over Teague on the floor, working to save his precious life.

Ram had run ahead from the open door and slid over the bloody slick red colored carpet, falling down on both kneecaps and leaned over, shaking a skull at Loyce with a stern face and a serious tone. “Jeezus, Bobcat shot that fucking fist-sized vital organ to shit, Lorinda. I can’t locate one atrium, ventricle, or artery. And the breastbone is partial missing and both arms are completely severed from the arm joints. He’s dead, Lorinda.”

Lorinda turned and reached out, jerking the smoking gun from the still cowboy stance of Bobcat, sneering into his face. “This is your fault. You couldn’t wait for proper FDA backup. You wanted this to happen, don’t you, Mr. Fulton? Don’t bother answering me, either. You wanted to find Mr. Loyce, first. And you did. You and Teague had to play redneck cowboys,” she jabbed a finger down at the bloody carpet with a sneer. “Look at Teague! He bleeds all over the floor.”

Bobcat slowly turned to see the wall, looking down to see the commotion with a blank face. The paramedics stood upright and lifted the still and bloody body of Teague up and onto a medical stretcher. Teague was covered in a bloody blanket and an IV needle was jammed into a hand. Bobcat stepped forward toward his childhood friend with a gasp and a worried heart.

Lorinda turned and sneered into the nose profile of Eckward, “I am not finished here with you, Mr. Fulton. You have screwed up this entire FDA inspection from day one. I am in charge of everything. I am responsible for everything, including you, Mr. Haywood, and that dead thing in the wall corner. You are suspended upon investigation, Mr. Fulton.”

Bobcat turned and sneered at his supervisor with a sour frown. “Fuck off, bitch. I quit my job and the FDA.” He reached and tossed his FDA badge down to the carpet first and gently dropped his FDA issued hand gun down over the sitting chair second. He had replaced his own weapon back into the hostler when Teague had chosen and aimed his personal weapon at Duff Loyce for the final kill shot. He swiftly moved ahead with a sneer and exited the room, following behind the medical cot with Teague.

 

 

5:33 p.m.

Birmingham Hospital

Emergency trauma room one setting of Nadean

 

 

I exhaled with pain and blinked my eyelashes open to see a white colored ceiling of a strange room, feeling a set of bandages around both wrists and ankles and closed my eyelashes, feeling pain and weakness.

Vester had rescued Nadean from the wire trap inside the secret underground cave that had been set by Duff Loyce, a bank recovery counsel of the Third National Bank of Florida.

I heard the sound of faint voices within the outer hallway and opened my eyelashes, slowly turning a face to the side. A second medical bed was rolled into the room and stopped next to Nadean that contained a male patient. The male possessed a head of silver tinted hair, resting flat over the bed, without talking or movement.

The nurse moved ahead and stopped, standing over the male patient inside the second medical bed with a worried brow and a yell, checking the bandages. “He’s stable. Prep him for immediate surgery. We can save his life, now.”

A second nurse appeared and stood inside the archway of the room with a stern face, pointing at the medical bed with Nadean. “What about her?”

The first nurse looked back over a collar bone with a stern face to see Nadean, “Leave her…”

“But she…”

The first nurse turned around, tapping on the IV bag of the male patient with a stern face. “She is last. He can be saved right now. Get a transporter in here and take this male to surgery, stat.”

A third nurse appeared and stood inside the archway, thumbing back over a collar bone with a serious tone. “There’re more wounded and bloody bodies coming directly into our ER from the Old Gray Man. Get to the ambulance, now. Grab one of the doctors and come in here now to prep that man for surgery, pronto.”

All the nurses left the room.

I felt tired, weaken and pain, closing my eyelashes, hearing a faint noise inside the room and opened my eyelashes. The male flung both arms and legs into the air with a set of loud grunts, wiggling side to side in pain, turning a face to see the other medical cot. I gasped at the bloody face with worry. “OT…”

“Duchess,” Teague rolled to the side, swinging off the medical cot, stumbling down on both kneecaps with a loud grunt, slowly standing upright and then bent over at a fit waist in pain as his open chest wound dropped a set of numerous blood proteins over the floor, his shirt, and his hand.

I held my breath and said with worry. “Is my son safe, Teague?”

He slowly moved across the distance over the floor, leaving a bright a trail of fresh blood proteins, ripping off the itchy bandages from a chest and the stinging IV from a hand with a grunt of a pain and a smile of love. “OT is safe.” He coughed and mouth spit out the blood onto the floor with a smile.

I stared into his bloody face, feeling weak and pain with a whisper of love. “OT…”

He slowly shuffled from his medical bed to her, stumbling over the floor as his chest poured volumes of fresh bright red blood proteins over the floor, his blue jeans, and his hands. Teague stood upright with a grunt of pain, bending at a fist waist, slowly pushing forward with a bright smile of and a pair of dancing eyes of happiness. “I promised that I’d protect OT. And I promised Vester and Vassar to find you, Duchess.” He stopped and held onto the guard railing of her medical cot with a sigh, reaching down with a grunt and lowered the metal railing, tumbling into her medical bed with a smile. He leaned over into her face with a cough of pain and a smile of love. “And here, you are with me, finally. You’re safe from Loyce, too.”

I could see the dripping blood from his chest cavity with more blood on his face and his hair, exhaling in pain with a whisper of worry. “Is Vester and Vassar okay? They rescued me but got hurt when all the wires snapped away from my four bones and back into the walls.”

His exposed chest wound bleed and flooded the bed sheets and the body of Nadean with a grunt of pain and a smile of love at her. “Yeah, they are fine and dandy, sweetheart.”

I felt lightheaded, sleepy, and weak, blinking open my eyelashes, staying awake.

He leaned over and gently grabbed her wrist with a worried brow. “Your wrists are all bandaged. Does it hurt, precious?”

I coughed with a smile and a whisper. “Just a little! Your chest is bleeding. Does it hurt, sugar?”

He coughed and smiled with a whisper of love into her grin, “Just a little, honey…” he leaned over and kissed her lips, pulling back with a cough and a whisper with a smile. “Nadean, I love you. I’ve always loved you from our first day in the first grade at Brier elementary and when you shot that BB gun at me on your farm at nine years old and during our illegal car race with the cotton gin run to Montgomery and until the day that I saw you again at Birmingham Hospital. When we leave here, we are going to be together, always and forever, my love. I promise, Duchess.”

I smiled and then coughed with a whisper of love. “Tomcat, I love you, too.”

He parted his lips with a cough and a smile with a whisper. “You…you finally called me, Tomcat.” He leaned down and cuddled her into a bleeding chest, exhaling with a huff of pain.

I coughed and smiled into his eardrum with a whisper of real happiness and love of my true soul mate. “Yeah, I finally called you, Tomcat.”

He pulled back with a smile and then a cough with a whisper of real happiness and love of his true soul mate, too, “Tomcat and Duchess, finally together at long last.” He leaned down with a smile.

I closed my eyelashes, feeling his soft lips during our loving tender kiss of eternity.

 

 

5:44 p.m.

Emergency room 12 setting

 

 

Vester rolled to the side, standing upright from the hospital bed, folding down at a fit waist with a soft moan.

He had bent a torso and a face forward to touch the face of Nadean with brotherly love and concern when the right wrist wire cut a diagonal slash across his chest, missing a heart and a right lung. The sharp end tore through his jeans, slashing down into his thigh.

He was bandaged up and banged up walking forward on with a stiffed legged limp. All the wound slices were deep and painful but tolerable until he found his sister Nadean.

Vassar rolled to the side from the hospital bed and slowly stood upright with a loud grunt. He focused a good eyeball on a new physical location, an emergency room with life-saving equipment and two more beds that held Tank and Duke. Half of his face was bandage wrapped with a pain.

The thin jewelry wire had sliced into his right cheekbone, exposing the bone. He ducked in time, before the wire decapitated an ear, and then a scalp, and a brain cell.

Vassar moved ahead and stopped, standing over his partner/lover/ husband.

Duke was alive and sedated after fighting with the paramedics, the nurses, and the physicians. He was bandaged from the third rib cage down to the eleventh. The jewelry wire had ricocheted from the snap, tearing through the left side of Duke’s rib cage. He jerked backwards from additional body damage, swiftly before meeting another final fate.

Vassar leaned down and tendered kissed his cheekbone, pulling back with a smile and quick prayer for mercy.

Vester limped over and stopped, standing in pain, looking down at his partner/lover/husband.

Tank had suffered a wicked wound slice to the upper thigh. He was slightly sedated also until the appropriate walking equipment was available for the immediate transport out of the hospital and back to their mountain home.

Vester leaned down and gently kissed the cheekbone of Tank, pulling back with a grunt of pain, limping backwards from the hospital bed and slowly turned, moving ahead to the open archway inside the Birmingham Hospital emergency room.

The outside area was filled with running nurses, shouting patients, and one lonely male in the middle of the mess who created a scene.

Eckward stopped in place and shouted out loud at all the standing and roaming nurses, pointing to each individual emergency room with a sneer. Vester and Vassar slowly limped ahead and finally stopped and surrounded Eckward, hearing from the lips of Bobcat. “Where’s Teague Haywood from the FDA Inspection Office? He was transported here twenty minutes ago from the Birmingham Vulcan Stadium? I can’t find him. Where’s his room? Which one is Teague Haywood inside?”

Vester reached out and gently tapped the collar bone of Eckward with a worried brow. “Bobcat, what has happened?”

Bobcat turned with a gasp and a sigh to see the Garland brothers, “Vester! Vassar! Tomcat, he got shot. Loyce shot Teague.”

Vester turned and scanned each emergency room, narrowing his eyelids at the tiny signage. “He’s here. The rooms are identified by trauma condition. A gunshot would be closest to the emergency doors with the vital life-saving equipment.”

Bobcat turned with a huff and swiftly jogged toward the first emergency room with a worried mind and a worried heart.

Vester and Vassar slowly turned and limped ahead next to each other with a grin toward the other emergency rooms, searching for Nadean.

Vester said with a nod and a smile. “Nadean’s here, too. Her wounds looked pretty bad.”

Vassar limped ahead to the open room with a smile. “We get her stable. Then we call in our markers, all the best physicians to treat Nadean. She lives with us until we can get her and Teague finally married.”

Vester chuckled with a nod. “I noticed that Teague enjoyed her high spirit, too. We build them a mansion, right next door to us. I don’t want Nadean wandering away from us, ever again.”

Vassar smiled with a nod. “I think she has finally learned her lesson. Her next move will be permanent, living with her new married husband Teague and us on top of Mount Kisla.”

 

 

6:06 p.m.

Trauma room one setting

 

 

Bobcat stopped and stood inside the archway with a puzzled brow in silence. There were two bodies that were intertwined on top of a single hospital bed. He back stepped from the archway with growl, side stepping and stood inside the next archway of trauma room number two. There was an elderly male on top of a single hospital bed who was moaning in pain.

Bobcat side stepped and stood again inside the trauma room one and approached the occupied single hospital bed with a gasp, immediately recognizing the silver hair and the face of Teague. The chest wound pumped and bleed out from the body of Teague and over the body of Nadean and the bed sheets. Bobcat stopped and stood behind the back spine of Teague, slowly reaching out with a shaky hand and touched Teague.

Vassar entered first a bit faster than wimpy limping Vester who carried a chest wound and bad leg into the open archway of trauma room one, looking for Nadean. All the other trauma rooms had a set of closed doors. They stopped and stood inside the archway, scanning the room. There were two bodies which had been intertwined upon a single hospital bed

Bobcat touched the neck of Teague with a worried heart, shouting in fear and panic. “Damn, no! Get a doctor now. I don’t feel a pulse. Teague, get up, man! Tomcat, move out the bed, buddy. Teague, please don’t leave me and Otter.” He reached down and shook the bloody body of Teague with a worried brow and a wounded heart, flooding a sweaty face with a set of wet hot tears.

Vassar back stepped from the open emergency archway, turning with a stern face and yelled out loud to the staff members, “Code Blue, stat, in here! Code Blue, now, in here!”

Vester moved through the archway with a confused brow to see Nadean. She and Teague were wrapped…naw…cuddled into each other’s arms inside a flower bed of red human blood on top of a single hospital bed. Her chest did not slowly raise and fall like it should. He halted in place with a worried heart and a worried mind.

Vassar moved inside the room and halted next to Vester with a worried brow, staring at the two intertwined bodies with a gasp. “No, please, no.” He dashed forward to Nadean and stopped, standing and reached out, touching her forehead and felt chillness. Then he touched one of her wrapped wrists, feeling coldness. Then he touched her neck, feeling death.

A team of medical staff member rushed into the emergency room, scattering toward the medical equipment. One of the nurses slammed into the back spine of Vester, pushing and shoving the tall male out from the emergency room. Vester did not move.

The emergency room physician entered the room and stopped, standing at the foot end of the single hospital bed with a gasp, pointing with a puzzled brow at the two intertwined bodies, “What…what is this? Why are there two people inside a single hospital bed? Each patient should have a hospital bed. What are they doing together on one hospital bed?” He advanced ahead and stopped, standing beside the couple and reached out, touching the neck of Teague with a stern face. “He has passed into heaven,” then he leaned over, touching the neck of Nadean with a stern face. “She has passed into heaven, also.” He turned and smiled at Bobcat. “Were they a happily married couple, sir?”

Vester stood in place and smiled with a set of rolling tears, staring at his sister and Teague. “They are now.”

Bobcat sobbed with a set of rolling tears for his dearest friend and brother-in-law with a nod in silence. Vassar reached out and patted the collar bone of Bobcat in silence. Bobcat exhaled with a heavy heart and a sad face with a whisper of love. “Tomcat had always secretly loved Duchess.”

Vassar flooded a dirty face and a dirtier shirt with his tears and a whisper of love, “Yeah, Nadean had always secretly loved Teague, too.”

 

 

Friday January 15th

1:01 p.m.

Kisla Mountain peak

Picnic table setting

Cold temperatures of wintertime

White snow with bright sunshine and endless blue sky

 

 

The winds soared from the south west at three miles per hour on top of the mountain peak home of the twin brother Vassar and Vester during the beautiful sunny winter day. Last night, the clouds had released a set of snowflakes, sparkling like diamonds and covered the hard red clay soil and dead brown grass.

A stranger squatted over the shallow snow and dug a deep hole in front of the ancient two hundred year old oak tree and then buried both sets of burnt ashes, consisting of Nadean and Teague together inside an empty plot within the hardened red clay dirt. Then the stranger stood upright without covering up the hole inside the red clay dirt.

This morning, a team of strangers had cleaned off some of the sparking snowflakes off, creating a clear walking footpath from the house and toward the picnic table for the new guests.

Vassar, Tank, Duke, Vester, Bobcat, Otter, and Kitten sat around the picnic table, wearing a pair of gloves, a fur hat, a fur coat, and a pair of sunglasses from the blinding bright daylight in the middle of January wintertime, attending a brief memorial of the deceased. Each one sobbed with pain, love, sadness, happiness, and selfishness.

A second stranger moved forward and squatted down over the snow, placing and planted a red colored fully bloomed rose bush on top of burnt grays ashes of Nadean and Teague, covering the roots of the red bush with red clay soil and mostly white snow. Then the red colored rose bush would die by midnight from the twenty three degree weather on top of a mountain peak. The strange stood and back stepped from the tree and the plant, standing with the first stranger away from the tall ancient oak tree and a blooming rose bush, staring at the picnic table in silence, hearing the words.

Vassar stood from the picnic bench with a stern face and moved forward, stopping and stood a few feet in front of the blooming rose bush, looking up with a smile to see the tall branches of the oak tree and finally the edge of heaven on his home mountain peak, “Dear Heavenly Father, Brother Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and all our angels here in attendance today with us. You gave us life. You gave us death. You have taken away our friends but have been re-acquired your angels for a second time. We are very appreciative of their limited time with us on planet Earth. Please give them our love. And You please give them Your mercy as we sayeth in the name of our Holy Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen!”

A chorus of faint voices sung in soft unison inside the picnic table, “Amen.”

Two fur-coated and gloved hand medical nurses turned and guided a pair of two wheelchairs that held the injured bodies of Tank and Duke, rolling them back toward the house for another restful evening. Tank and Duke were still slightly mediated in intense pain from their wounds, assisting with the rescue of Nadean inside an underground cavern.

The people inside the picnic table stood upright and scattered around the dead grass, stopping and forming a line, looking at the rose bush and the tall tree.

Vassar back stepped from the ancient tree and the rose bush, slowly spinning around, wearing half a bandaged face to see the young girl, strolling forward and stopped, standing in place to meet her for the first time with a smile. “Kitten, you are invited anytime to visit your daddy up here.” He extended and handed her the mobile telephone wrist watch with a smile. “This is our newest invention. But you use it to contact me for anything.” Otter leaned over and cuddled her niece Kitten into the breasts in silence. Both the women nodded and sobbed in silence. Vassar said with a smile, crinkling the bandaged face. “Don’t worry about your daddy’s estate either. We have a group of lawyers doing that for you.” He looked up with a smile to see heaven and back with a stern face to see the red swollen face of Tom’s daughter Kitten. “Each one of our lives is hard. But each one of our spirits is bold. I will miss my sister, too.” He turned and smiled to Tom’s younger sister Otter. “The helicopter will take all of you back home to Brier. If you want to see your daddy, I will send the helicopter at any time of day, night, evening, dusk, or dawn. There is always someone here on our mountain paradise. And you are always invited and welcomed to stay for as long as you would like. There are many extra bedrooms here on our mountain home. I hope that we can become good friends, soonest.”

Otter nodded in silence, reaching out and gently patting the furry arm of Vassar with a fake smile and a set of new hot tears.

Kitten sniffed the mucus and sobbed with tears, turning with a puzzled brow to see the red swollen face of her aunt Otter with a soft timber. “I don’t know anything about this lady named Nadean. Why would my daddy love her, too?”

Bobcat reached out and hugged Kitten with a smile and a nod. “I will be happy to tell you all about Duchess. Your daddy nicknamed her, too, within our rebel gang of belle and beau rednecks at Brier High School, a long time ago.”

Kitten sniffed the mucus and sobbed with tears, turning with a smile to see the rose bush. “I wanna know about Duchess, too.”

Otter leaned into the wet cheekbone of Kitten, whispering with a set of sniffs and sobs too. “We can start right now.”

Vassar pointed at the helicopter over the dead grass with a smile. “The pilot is ready if you don’t wanna stay for some food.”

Otter shook a furry hat that covered her curls but not a wounded heart from the cold air on top of a mountain peak and slowly spun around, moving toward the rotating blades and an open door of the helicopter in silence. They stepped up and loaded into the rear seating of the flying machine.

The door closed.

The helicopter lifted off from the dead grass and fly into the bright sunshine.

Bobcat turned and moved ahead into the shallow white snow at the edge of the mountain peak and stopped, staring with a smile into the awesome work of Almighty God. Vassar moved ahead and stopped, standing next to Bobcat with a smile, staring at his rental landscape of God’s property.

Eckward continued to wear the pair of sunglasses, covering up the bright sun and the red eyeballs, saying with a smile and a soft timber. “The white snow, the red land, and blue sky meet on your mountain. This is a beautiful place. Tomcat approves,” He looked down with a smile to see a valley of some green and some brown colored forest woodlands and a few roaming large animals, turning to see Vassar with a puzzled brow. “Where’s OT?”

Vassar exhaled with a huff of sadness, staring ahead into the bright sun, wearing the pair of sunglasses to cover up the red eyeballs also. “Winfred finally gets to be a true daddy for the very last time. He is burying his son OT within the city cemetery in Palmton, Florida. That is Winfred’s hometown.”

Bobcat shook a skull and stared into the sunlight with a sad heart. “I can’t believe OT is dead. I can’t believe that single gunshot killed him on the football field during the championship football game.”

Vassar exhaled with a huff of sadness. “The crazy Burn U fan was aiming his sniper rifle at the Bam U quarterback, when OT did his infamous thing. OT sacked the quarterback and then the single gunshot permeated the left lung of OT, going straight through and out from a pumping heart. Both those young boys died an instant death on the battlefield like a true warrior of Bama.”

Bobcat exhaled with more sadness. “I am so sorry, Vassar, for your loss of both Nadean and OT.”

Vassar nodded with a sad face at the sunlight. “I have too many feelings of too many emotions spinning around inside my dizzy head. I am so sorry for Teague’s senseless death, too. I’m happy that you terminated Loyce’s life force. He is serving his time in hell, now. He was a true genius trapping Nadean inside the wiring for his evil game. The wires sawed through her skin, tissue, and bones while she catnapped. I wondered what she daydreamed about…”

Bobcat exhaled with a shake of a skull into the sunlight. “They say that your life passes right in front of your eyes, before you leave from here.”

Vassar nodded with a sad face into the sunlight. “I guess so. The 8000 jolts of live electricity from the tiny 12 watts of battery had caulked her leaking blood like sealing a kitchen faucet metal joint. No one knew the amount of total blood loss from Nadean…”

“Tomcat did. He saw her inside the emergency room. That was why he ripped off the chest dressing from his gunshot wound that was not fatal but final. He could have lived here with us. Then he swiftly drained his own blood across the room to be with her inside her hospital bed.” Bobcat exhaled with a sad face into the sunlight.

Vassar smiled with a nod. “Teague wanted to be with Nadean inside heaven. I truly believe that Nadean, Teague, and OT are all happy together now. Us folks down here live within the hell of missing them until our earthly time is up.”

Bobcat nodded with a sad face, “Yeah,” he back stepped from the cliff, extending a gloved hand to Vassar. Vassar turned and accepted the handshake, releasing it in silence. Bobcat exhaled with a fake smile and a generous heart, “Thanks, Vassar. Please tell Vester that too. Thanks for everything. I plan to visit next week with Tomcat’s parents. They’re taking all this, too hard.”

Vassar nodded with a smile, reaching up and gently slapped the furry arm of Bobcat. “Come anytime. You have the cell wrist watch. Please, keep it and use it.”

Bobcat nodded with a fake smile. “I will.” He and Vassar turned and moved toward the returned helicopter. Bobcat stopped and looked behind over a collar bone with a worried brow to see the back spine of Vester and the half bandaged face of Vassar. “Is Vester okay? He hasn’t said a single word, since we all left the hospital, three days ago.”

Vassar smiled with a nod. “Vester is doing fine. He grieves in his own way as a unique individual from Almighty God.”

Bobcat nodded with a stern face. “So long, Vassar, I guess that we will be seeing each other more often. Otter is going to visit Tomcat for quite awhile until her heartbreak…”

“Yes,” Vassar nodded with a smile, gently reaching up and slapped the furry arm of Eckward. “Ya’ll come, anytime. And I wanna thank you for helping Teague come up here and stay with Nadean. I feel that they are finally together, foreverly.”

Bobcat nodded with a deep sigh of sadness and turned, slowly moving into the helicopter.

The door closed.

Vassar slowly turned and watched the helicopter liftoff from the dead grass and fly toward the tiny farm town of Brier for a short ten minute sky trip, following the copter into the bright sunray on top of his mountain paradise and stopped, staring with a smile at the back spine of his twin brother Vester who stood in front of the newly planted rose bush and the tall oak tree.

 

 

1:14 p.m.

Oak tree setting

 

 

Vester held the hunting knife in the air after carving the childish design into the brown bark of the ancient two hundred year old tree directly underneath the slowly dying rose bush from the cold wintertime air temperatures, back stepping with a smile.

 

 

Tomcat loves Duchess

 

 

He had curved the individual letters with the knife and then surrounded the proper sentence structure with an outline of a heart with a single arrow running down through the middle for both the eternal love-bird angels.

He exhaled with a huff of sadness, turning and stood between the tall oak tree and the short picnic table, looking up with a smile beyond the blue sky and the white clouds into heaven from his mountain peak with a whisper of love. “Nadean, when you feel like it, reach down with a finger tip and touch me from up there in heaven. I will feel you, Sis. I will know your love. Because Nadean, you have taught me to love, too. I understand the emotion now, willingly to share with everyone, even my own forth coming biological child. I hope that she’s a little cowgirl just like you. I love you, Sis. Goodnight, Nadean Orion Garland!” He lifted the other hand and wiped off the tears from both eyelids with a happy heart of hope.

 

 

 

The End


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Love story… The tale of Tomcat and Duchess spans over fifty years. Eckward is fifty-plus years old and ready to retire from his long-term working job, not his Bama buddy Teague. Teague is newly divorced enjoying his solo life of freedom coupled with his twin partnership of fun with his buddy Eckward at the work place. Eckward and Teague, a pair of FDA inspectors are both are fifty-plus year old dudes, friends, and partners working at the FDA inspection office in metro city Birmingham within the US State of Alabama. They have spent the past thirty years hunting down bugs, leeches, and gamblers. Eckward plans his ultimate life-happiness relaxing with his family, drinking a cold beer, and watching the sporting game. This week, in the great state of Alabama, the top two sporting teams are vying for the National University Championship Football title. Teague plans his ultimate work-strategy locating one of the twelve sporting game gamblers, residing in Alabama. This week, the FDA assignment requires a FDA inspector to swiftly locate and gently remind the Bama-citizen to honestly pay all their Alabama state income taxes on a three-million dollars football bet, if the lucky winner of the National University Championship football game. Since, the governor and congress people of Alabama wants a huge monetary pay raise, next year. The FDA inspector carries a gun but does not shoot. The FDA inspector carries a badge but does not arrest. And the FDA inspector cannot ask for any personal data which does violate the privacy rule that has been established by the US Federal Government. Since, the FDA inspector could be personally jailed inside an Alabama prison plus would be fined with a huge monetary penalty coming from their individual bank account.

  • Author: Ipam
  • Published: 2017-03-08 15:05:18
  • Words: 133808
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