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Silent Knowlegde (VIII)
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 Created on 6-16-07
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(still gloria)
The poor fruit, I thought to my self as I sat in the third row of the courtroom. Christopher was led by two large guards into his chair. He looked so small, and so nervous. “He wouldn’t be worried if he had nothing to worry about” I muttered under my breath. Behind him, in the second row was Clark. They turned to each other for a moment, and Clark just shook his head. Does that mean he’s disappointed? Or does he mean it’s a shame that we think it was him? Once the judge gave the list of charges, Mr.Gregor started to cry. “Not guilty, never guilty” He said, even though his lawyer was supposed to answer. Clark got up and moved to the end of the pew. He never took his eyes off of him once. Christopher would dare to glance over to him, and then cry some more. How guilty can this guy look? Playing the sympathy card. When I on my way out of the court house my pager started going off. “Call Carrie”. I took out my new phone equipped with camera, recorder, email, everything, and commanded “Call Carrie”. “Gloria” she answered.“What did you find” I askedShe laughed, “Who says I found something”“Its in your voice”“You’re good” “I know, what is it?”“We found plans for moving, The Hamcotts, they were planning on moving”“Absolute anger, you think thing that’s what set him off. They were going to have to move because the owners were leaving”“Probably” She agreed.“I’ll be there in 20” I said. -November 8, 2007- Lacey- “Good morning” I chimed. Darrell looked at me and grunted. He out stretched him arm to hold open the screen door. “Is Tabby here” I asked, expecting her to run the door and howl about letting me in before telling her.“She’s at church.” He said“oh”He showed me to the living room, “I went last night”.“So where’s the little one?” I asked.“In her room, I think she’s been looking forward to you comin’ over” he replied. I smiled at that. He continued, “Tabby told’er you were coming over and she seemed a happy.”“Good, someone likes me” I said joking. Alison came out from the hallway holding a doll in her hands. The doll had curly blonde hair with rosy cheeks. “Is that Molly?” I asked.She smiled, showing her teeth. “Molly’s very cute” I complimented. I stood up and walked over to her then saw my reflection in the glass display case where Tabby kept those antique religious items. My white flowing skirt matched the skirt Alison was wearing. “Hey look at this, we match,” I pointed out. She nodded taking my hand leading me into the hallway. “Are we going to your room?” she didn’t give me any sign of an answer. She escorted me down the narrow plain hallway. All the doors were shut with a cross nailed to the top except the room she took us into. There was a bed with brown sheets on it, a stuff animal on the ground, and many-colored housedresses scattered on the ground. By the closet was a plastic baby doll crib and kitchen set. This room could be brighter.“What do you want to play?” I asked.She stared at me and held up Molly. “Okay” I reassured. She danced around on her tiptoes as she rocked Molly. I, on the ground stirred a plastic spoon in a play pot Plastic food might taste better than what I make. “So what’s this?” I asked holding up one of the housedresses that was on the ground. She smiled. “Dey’re my dress-up clothes,” she answered. My eyes widened; she spoke again. Do I get Darrell? No, act like it’s nothing, so she’ll see its okay, its ordinary. “Oh” I remarked, “I also brought Aladdin, do you want to watch Aladdin? Or do you want to play house?”She hesitated, “Addin” “Okay,” I looked up at the dresser with the T.V. on it thank God she has a VCR.I laid on her bed with pillows propped up behind me so I could see. Alison came under my arm, “Shnuggle” she insisted. I didn’t mind, I loved that little girl. “Okay little beautiful,” and thought for a second how I could get her to be comfortable with her own family, “Maybe Uncle Darrell wants to watch the movie too”.She shook her head, “Nooo, he smells fwunny”. I laughed, “That’s not nice”.She looked at me; her eyes shining with mischievousness, “I don’t carwe”.I narrowed my eyes at her, “Alison,” I warned.“Shnuggle” she insisted once again then buried her face in my shirt. “Alright, watch the movie”. After about fifteen minutes I felt the spot where head precious head lay become wet. Drooling? I sat up a little and picked her up off of me. her little face was beet red and she had tears coming down, “what’s wrong sweetie?” I asked. She shook her head. “Are you sad?” I questioned its her parents I know it.She nodded, “uh-huh”“Why, its okay you can tell me” I whispered. She shook her head.“Did you watch movies with your mommy?” I asked.She looked at me bewildered and silent. At that moment she turned to the T.V. and gaped at Genie singing. “If dere was a Geenie, I’d asked the genie for a big bowl of icream because I really love icream, it’s my bestest food” she said as if nothing had happened. My poor little beautiful. We had just finished the movie when we heard a car pull in. We greeted Tabby at the door. She was carrying a handful of string with a certain pattern of beads on them, known as a rosary. “Here,” she handed me a green a black rosary, “You’ll never know when your eyes will open to the Lord”. What the hell does that mean?I took it graciously, “Uh, thank you”. She picked out a pink and red one and handed it to Alison who was connected to my hip. Alison retrieved it and put her head through the large loop it formed. “No!” Tabby screamed, “that is not a necklace! See this is why you need to be properly educated. It’s an interment of prayer”. She grabbed the rosary and placed it back in the pile. Alison remained silent the entire time. Poor kid. I bent down to Alison and gave the warmest hug I could, “I’ll see you later” I promised. Standing up to face Tabby I reminded, “I’ll meet you at the station”. She made the sign of the cross, and then kissed her necklace, “Indeed”. * * * *Comments
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