Kiwibutterfly
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All the best wishes
Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
You can only do what you can do Pac. Thank you and maybe you can have someone do the typing for you. That way no eye strain for you. 
weapons_762
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Miss Pac , you come first , the story can wait, even though i love your writings. take care of yourself.
love ya.
weps out
love ya.
weps out
PacNorWest
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#532
There was a lot of talk, ideas flying thick and fast.
"Well Dad, how do we stand in the money department?" Milo asked. "We really can't ride a horse into a car dealership and expect to be taken seriously, so tomorrow we call a cab?"
"I feel as crazy trying to assimilate into modern life; as I did coping with our 1800 era living." Bruce remarked to no one particular. "So ,any bets if my physician's license is still in force? How about hospital creds?"
"I guess you can call tomorrow and find out for yourself.," Toby cast an exasperated eye at Bruce. "If your capable of being a doctor, you are capable of finding out if you can practice. Everyone here has a boat load of problems and loose ends to try and put together, so take care of your own."
Clora was a little surprised at Toby for his cutting answer to Bruce, but then Bruce had turned into a lazy, caustic voiced whiner. Clora was equally amazed at her thoughts. Her next thought speeding into her mind, was that perhaps they needed a vacation from the doctor. Say like, Bruce could go practice in Florida, for several years. That brought on a sudden coughing fit, as Clora shook her head to clear out such interesting ideas.
A voice in one ear was reminding Clora that Bruce had been a freeloader, soaking up food, time and resources, for a good many years. "Yes, I'm more than sure you can handle that," she soothed toward the crabby doctor.
"Well, I don't know.........." he started to whine, and Mark cut him off abruptly. ""Look Bruce, just what have you contributed to the clan in the last five years?"
That, closed Bruce's mouth and he got up from the table, acting affronted as all get out.
"Obviously not enough," he snapped and stomped down the hall. His back was turned to the group, and Bruce didn't see Toby and Gary waved goodbye to him.
Clora shook her finger at her boys, and then ruined it by snickering.
"Ma, that's awful," Tess chided around a smile of her own, pretending to be scandalized, by her mother's behavior.
"T answer your question," Mark directed to Milo. "I have about enough money to buy a 15 passenger van."
"That won't haul all of us," Milo protested.
"Someone needs to stay her if the majority of us leave," Mark was calm. but direct with his assessment of the problem. "I get the feeling not all that much has changed."
There was a lot of talk, ideas flying thick and fast.
"Well Dad, how do we stand in the money department?" Milo asked. "We really can't ride a horse into a car dealership and expect to be taken seriously, so tomorrow we call a cab?"
"I feel as crazy trying to assimilate into modern life; as I did coping with our 1800 era living." Bruce remarked to no one particular. "So ,any bets if my physician's license is still in force? How about hospital creds?"
"I guess you can call tomorrow and find out for yourself.," Toby cast an exasperated eye at Bruce. "If your capable of being a doctor, you are capable of finding out if you can practice. Everyone here has a boat load of problems and loose ends to try and put together, so take care of your own."
Clora was a little surprised at Toby for his cutting answer to Bruce, but then Bruce had turned into a lazy, caustic voiced whiner. Clora was equally amazed at her thoughts. Her next thought speeding into her mind, was that perhaps they needed a vacation from the doctor. Say like, Bruce could go practice in Florida, for several years. That brought on a sudden coughing fit, as Clora shook her head to clear out such interesting ideas.
A voice in one ear was reminding Clora that Bruce had been a freeloader, soaking up food, time and resources, for a good many years. "Yes, I'm more than sure you can handle that," she soothed toward the crabby doctor.
"Well, I don't know.........." he started to whine, and Mark cut him off abruptly. ""Look Bruce, just what have you contributed to the clan in the last five years?"
That, closed Bruce's mouth and he got up from the table, acting affronted as all get out.
"Obviously not enough," he snapped and stomped down the hall. His back was turned to the group, and Bruce didn't see Toby and Gary waved goodbye to him.
Clora shook her finger at her boys, and then ruined it by snickering.
"Ma, that's awful," Tess chided around a smile of her own, pretending to be scandalized, by her mother's behavior.
"T answer your question," Mark directed to Milo. "I have about enough money to buy a 15 passenger van."
"That won't haul all of us," Milo protested.
"Someone needs to stay her if the majority of us leave," Mark was calm. but direct with his assessment of the problem. "I get the feeling not all that much has changed."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Wonderful , thank you and happy 4th of July Pac.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Hapy Birthday America, may we never forget the cost of 246 years of freedom.
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PacNorWest
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#533
"If I may," Tom rapped his knuckles on the table top. "I would like to be included in the security detail. I'm still pretty helpless, but I can sit and pull guard duty, so any way I can be of service, I'll try." Tom smiled at the clan, but winced when he went to move sideways in his chair.
"Accepted," Mark replied instantly. "We appreciate your willingness to help. This coming week is going to be troublesome with the amount of catching up we have to do. If you need or want to leave the retreat, please let me know so we can schedule the absences, so they don't overlap."
There were nods all up and down the table. "Me, for one of the first leaves, please." Toby added. "I've got to check on my job. Although Granddad gave me a percentage of the firm, who knows what might have happened."
Mark looked around, seeing agreeable nods from the clan. "Alright, if there are no objections, I'll go in with Toby and start at the bank. We need money and wheels, so I'll be as fast as possible."
It was agreed that was a good start, and judging from the yawns, it was close to the adult's bedtimes. The young ones were sleeping in their chairs, and everyone voted to sleep in the main house, rather than carting children home in the now dark.
Gary and Donny suited up and went to their guard posts. Tom was excused for the night, "we need to pin point our positions, I don't fancy having you shoot us in the dark." Gary sent a semi stern look toward Tom, and was rewarded with a cheeky grin.
"If I may," Tom rapped his knuckles on the table top. "I would like to be included in the security detail. I'm still pretty helpless, but I can sit and pull guard duty, so any way I can be of service, I'll try." Tom smiled at the clan, but winced when he went to move sideways in his chair.
"Accepted," Mark replied instantly. "We appreciate your willingness to help. This coming week is going to be troublesome with the amount of catching up we have to do. If you need or want to leave the retreat, please let me know so we can schedule the absences, so they don't overlap."
There were nods all up and down the table. "Me, for one of the first leaves, please." Toby added. "I've got to check on my job. Although Granddad gave me a percentage of the firm, who knows what might have happened."
Mark looked around, seeing agreeable nods from the clan. "Alright, if there are no objections, I'll go in with Toby and start at the bank. We need money and wheels, so I'll be as fast as possible."
It was agreed that was a good start, and judging from the yawns, it was close to the adult's bedtimes. The young ones were sleeping in their chairs, and everyone voted to sleep in the main house, rather than carting children home in the now dark.
Gary and Donny suited up and went to their guard posts. Tom was excused for the night, "we need to pin point our positions, I don't fancy having you shoot us in the dark." Gary sent a semi stern look toward Tom, and was rewarded with a cheeky grin.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Aw nice, thank you.
Nature_Lover
Wait! What?
Thank you, Pac. I hope you're feeling better.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#534
The first night went away quietly. A blessing for weary. exhausted, confused people to rest their aching bodies and minds.
The morning brought hungry people rushing to the table, sniffing appreciately, the stacks and stacks of golden brown pancakes expertly cooked by Tilly. There was little talking, but concentrated eating.
"I can't believe how well I slept last night," was a common topic. The clan seemed revitalized by the rest. "I'm even thinking clearer,.... this change; or, whatever it was, or is, has lifted a hazy veil." Toby mentioned in a puzzled tone. "Well, here's hoping that the juris prudence recognizes my desire to continue practicing law. So. I'm almost ready to go. How about you Dad?"
"Ready." Mark was ready, ready with his list and steely desire to put order back in his life. For longer than he cared to remember, he had not been in control. That was going to change rapidly, he was still head lion, and he was completely unaware that a not so hushed growl escaped his lips.
The sound stopped the chatter in the dining room, as inexpected as could be. The silence lasted until Clora broke into laughter. There was a horn honking at the gate, the cab had arrived to take the dad and son into town.
The first night went away quietly. A blessing for weary. exhausted, confused people to rest their aching bodies and minds.
The morning brought hungry people rushing to the table, sniffing appreciately, the stacks and stacks of golden brown pancakes expertly cooked by Tilly. There was little talking, but concentrated eating.
"I can't believe how well I slept last night," was a common topic. The clan seemed revitalized by the rest. "I'm even thinking clearer,.... this change; or, whatever it was, or is, has lifted a hazy veil." Toby mentioned in a puzzled tone. "Well, here's hoping that the juris prudence recognizes my desire to continue practicing law. So. I'm almost ready to go. How about you Dad?"
"Ready." Mark was ready, ready with his list and steely desire to put order back in his life. For longer than he cared to remember, he had not been in control. That was going to change rapidly, he was still head lion, and he was completely unaware that a not so hushed growl escaped his lips.
The sound stopped the chatter in the dining room, as inexpected as could be. The silence lasted until Clora broke into laughter. There was a horn honking at the gate, the cab had arrived to take the dad and son into town.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Big thank you form me as well.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Pac,
bluefox2 on another story board (Post Apocalyptic Fiction - Welcome to the End of the World) sends his prayers for you for your healing as do I.
Texican....
bluefox2 on another story board (Post Apocalyptic Fiction - Welcome to the End of the World) sends his prayers for you for your healing as do I.
Texican....
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Thank you everyone for the well wishes. Macular is a disease that can not be stopped or cured. There is only a slowing down of the progression. The only 'cure' is a vitamin regimen, (such as Preservision Areds ll.)
If you have a mind too, start taking the vitamins now to forestall problems later. They contain necessary nutrients needed by the macular to stay healthy. An unapproved way to tell if you have the beginnings of Macular. In a semi darkened room, look at a mirror. If the center of your vision is blurred, or gone, you have macular.
I look every night and can see the shape of my vision loss. I have noticed that eye strain and personal stress contribute to an increase in "the hole."
I have a list of 'sight ability' conditions that I have to meet before I can get on the computer, and sometimes I 'fudge" on those a little.
I am after all, a crabby old gal that's used to doing whatever I want. And then...."Thus sayeth the Lord," and I am reminded that He is in control.Pac & mr. KC.
If you have a mind too, start taking the vitamins now to forestall problems later. They contain necessary nutrients needed by the macular to stay healthy. An unapproved way to tell if you have the beginnings of Macular. In a semi darkened room, look at a mirror. If the center of your vision is blurred, or gone, you have macular.
I look every night and can see the shape of my vision loss. I have noticed that eye strain and personal stress contribute to an increase in "the hole."
I have a list of 'sight ability' conditions that I have to meet before I can get on the computer, and sometimes I 'fudge" on those a little.
I am after all, a crabby old gal that's used to doing whatever I want. And then...."Thus sayeth the Lord," and I am reminded that He is in control.Pac & mr. KC.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#535
Mark and Toby left for town. Everyone else scattered to do morning chores, and in the case of Rennie; she thanked the ladies for all the work, smiled and hustled her children home in all haste.
Grumpy Bruce hung around the table with a handful of papers, casting sour looks at the telephone, and beginning to gather his courage to badger Clora to do his calling. If it was anything Bruce hated more than having to be put on hold, waiting for phone information, he couldn't think of it.
"I'm going out to the garden," Clora sang out gaily, "boys, do you want to go with me?" Of course they did, and Tess gave her mother a grateful smile. As Clora made a break for it; Bruce attempted to hail her, and Clora chuckled all the way to the fence.
The boys wanted to know what was so funny, and Clora told them it was a wonderful morning, and for them to run around and have a good time. Honey strolled out and the two women stared at the garden. Plants that had been struggling and hail damaged, looked lush and vigorous, in prime condition.
Tomatoes that had looked like a herd of tomato hornworms had charged through, were strong and green and loaded with fruit.
Clora had tears in her eyes as she whispered thanks to God for the security and bounty of the growing food. "Isn't that the most beautiful sight, God is so good to us," she told Honey, who was looking at the garden in astonishment.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I don't think I would have believed it." Honey almost stuttered in excitement. "Wait till I tell Milo, this will be a huge weight off his shoulders. He has been so worried about the food."
"Clora, what do you think of the future? Did you know we would eventually come out of that 1800's time?" Honey was curious. "I haven't had the opportunity to ask, before now."
"I didn't know, nothing was coming through. If you are wondering what is in store for you and Milo, I don't know, but I don't have any bad feelings, if that helps."
"It does," Honey was honest, "Milo has been thinking of starting a security company, and I have to say I'd rather he use his mental smarts as opposed to doing his marshal business. So much excitement in that job will be hard to forgo, but the marshal's life has been exceptionally hard on Milo, and I'd just as soon that he be here as Mila grows up."
"That might be the right thing for Milo to consider," Clora said with a smile. "I don't get any bad vibes with the idea."
"Thanks Clora, you have given us strength with your unique ability. I don't pretend to understand it, I'm simply glad you have it." Honey shifted Mila on her hip and headed for her house.
Breezy Collins was headed for that strange place that looked like some sort of a commune. Now if she didn't have any problems with the guy, that would make this a good day.
Mark and Toby left for town. Everyone else scattered to do morning chores, and in the case of Rennie; she thanked the ladies for all the work, smiled and hustled her children home in all haste.
Grumpy Bruce hung around the table with a handful of papers, casting sour looks at the telephone, and beginning to gather his courage to badger Clora to do his calling. If it was anything Bruce hated more than having to be put on hold, waiting for phone information, he couldn't think of it.
"I'm going out to the garden," Clora sang out gaily, "boys, do you want to go with me?" Of course they did, and Tess gave her mother a grateful smile. As Clora made a break for it; Bruce attempted to hail her, and Clora chuckled all the way to the fence.
The boys wanted to know what was so funny, and Clora told them it was a wonderful morning, and for them to run around and have a good time. Honey strolled out and the two women stared at the garden. Plants that had been struggling and hail damaged, looked lush and vigorous, in prime condition.
Tomatoes that had looked like a herd of tomato hornworms had charged through, were strong and green and loaded with fruit.
Clora had tears in her eyes as she whispered thanks to God for the security and bounty of the growing food. "Isn't that the most beautiful sight, God is so good to us," she told Honey, who was looking at the garden in astonishment.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I don't think I would have believed it." Honey almost stuttered in excitement. "Wait till I tell Milo, this will be a huge weight off his shoulders. He has been so worried about the food."
"Clora, what do you think of the future? Did you know we would eventually come out of that 1800's time?" Honey was curious. "I haven't had the opportunity to ask, before now."
"I didn't know, nothing was coming through. If you are wondering what is in store for you and Milo, I don't know, but I don't have any bad feelings, if that helps."
"It does," Honey was honest, "Milo has been thinking of starting a security company, and I have to say I'd rather he use his mental smarts as opposed to doing his marshal business. So much excitement in that job will be hard to forgo, but the marshal's life has been exceptionally hard on Milo, and I'd just as soon that he be here as Mila grows up."
"That might be the right thing for Milo to consider," Clora said with a smile. "I don't get any bad vibes with the idea."
"Thanks Clora, you have given us strength with your unique ability. I don't pretend to understand it, I'm simply glad you have it." Honey shifted Mila on her hip and headed for her house.
Breezy Collins was headed for that strange place that looked like some sort of a commune. Now if she didn't have any problems with the guy, that would make this a good day.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you so much Pac.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Sharing is a good trait John
WELL,,,SEARCHING THE HISTORY BOOKS, I FIND NO BREEZY
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Clora's House of Gathered Up Children BY PacNorWest
#51
The house seemed more alive, with babies hollering and people moving. Toby got home, had lunch with his family and then wandered over to talk with Ben. With pen and yellow note pad, he jotted down all the pertinent information, read the letter and frowned at Ben.
"This smells of some kind of trap, legal ambush, I don't care what you call it, it's highly suspicious to me. Are you wanted on any kind of a warrant? Do you owe back taxes?" Toby was searching for the word that would trigger Ben's memory.
Ben sat shaking his head no, "not that I'm aware of. Over the years I may have accumulated something, but not anything I can recall. I did happen to think that Collins was actually the name of the first law firm that was in charge of Lainey's estate, not the second. If that's of any value."
"Not really, only makes it more perplexing," Toby reached for a honey biscuit and his cup of coffee. "I'll nose around and see what's left of the law firm, and or the businesses; but I don't hold out much hope. San Diego was one of the harder hit areas."
Ben nodded. He really didn't much care, one way or the other. He had come back one more time to see Clora, estimate if she was still as solid with his hated brother in law, and then take off. He wanted to get lost, somewhere, hurtful memories wouldn't dog him like a bad nightmare.
Ben did have information that he held private; he had seen Sylvia Suzanne Hall, Clora's mother. She emphatically refuted the notion she was Ben's mother, but wasn't sure which sister it might have been. But Pete still was their father, so he and Clora were too closely related. He also knew she wouldn't consider it for a second and she showed all the signs of still being totally besotted with Mark. Ben's lip curled up at the thought of the man that had ruled the clan for so long.
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Hi, My Name is Tessee by PacNorWest
#420
“ Lainey was having a terrible morning. The meeting she was scheduled to attend had been postponed twice and the thinly veiled excuses were as phony as a four dollar bill. Sitting in the plush burgundy covered club chair, Lainey was busy thinking. Finally she pulled out her cell phone and asked for the information operator. Keeping her voice loud enough to be heard by the cool receptionist, Lainey asked for the number of the rival law firm of the Collins law group.
Speaking decisively, she asked for an appointment to discuss estate matters with the senior law official. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the receptionist hit a buzzer twice and Astra Collins appeared breathlessly within seconds.
Concisely, Lainey explained she was withdrawing as their client and moving her estate settlements to another firm. "I'm not sure of your reasons, but Astra, I don't like being played a fool. There are injunctions being filed right now to stop any more legal proceedings by your firm. Whatever schemes you and your family have cooked up with Doug Bender are going to be nullified. You are off my estate settlement, this is my official notice."
Astra Collins sent a flicker of her eyelashes to the receptionist and the woman hit another buzzer. Soon the entire Collins family was in the reception area pleading their case to a determined and increasingly angry Lainey. They had just fooled away the goose that laid a golden egg.”
#428c
Templins law firm seemed to think there had been serious collusion by Doug Bender and the Collins law group. They had gone to a retired judge for advise, and were in the process of preparing a lawsuit against the initial estate attorney's. Templin's had served papers on the business managers that they would cooperate or be replaced. Three of them complied. In the fourth business, the body shop manager was so busy running a chop shop ferrying stolen cars and car parts into Mexico he hated to loose his cash cow.
#532
The head chancellor at the ministerial college put Ben on probation for the first year of his studies. The Dean sat down for a frank talk with Lainey and Ben after a lengthy discussion with Lainey behind closed doors.
"Mr. Hanson, let me say that we think you are a capable young man with a strong work ethic and the possibilities of becoming a very proficient Minister. You have had enough problems in your life that you have the capabilities of being a empathetic man to deal with the trials that people face in their lives. Our classes are full, but we are going to make an exception and add you." Dean Collins was unsmiling and more than stern.
The Dean had stuck his neck out when he recommended that Ben be allowed to enter the program, something about the young man stirred his heart and perhaps he recognized a bit of himself from long ago. "The studies are hard, the hours are long and the rewards are few. The proverbial reward will be in heaven, I hope you are fully aware."
"We have never required much in the way of money, my wife has come into an inheritance that will be used to sustain us while I am in school, so I can concentrate on my studies." Ben offered.
The Dean stood up ending the interview, "Classes start at 8am in the morning. You will have to catch up on a weeks worth of studies, and I am expecting you to do just that."
#533
You have our consent to contact Dean Collins and review the extensive back ground check he did on Ben and myself."
"Well Albert, what is your intention?" the lawyer asked point blank.
"I'm fine with what Elania has told me, I don't think we need to see the background check. Charles Collins is aware of the arrangements we are making and if there had been irregularities he would have let me know. Let's get this signed, Elania has Mexican food for lunch and I don't want to be late
and that's all folks.
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Clora's House of Gathered Up Children BY PacNorWest
#51
The house seemed more alive, with babies hollering and people moving. Toby got home, had lunch with his family and then wandered over to talk with Ben. With pen and yellow note pad, he jotted down all the pertinent information, read the letter and frowned at Ben.
"This smells of some kind of trap, legal ambush, I don't care what you call it, it's highly suspicious to me. Are you wanted on any kind of a warrant? Do you owe back taxes?" Toby was searching for the word that would trigger Ben's memory.
Ben sat shaking his head no, "not that I'm aware of. Over the years I may have accumulated something, but not anything I can recall. I did happen to think that Collins was actually the name of the first law firm that was in charge of Lainey's estate, not the second. If that's of any value."
"Not really, only makes it more perplexing," Toby reached for a honey biscuit and his cup of coffee. "I'll nose around and see what's left of the law firm, and or the businesses; but I don't hold out much hope. San Diego was one of the harder hit areas."
Ben nodded. He really didn't much care, one way or the other. He had come back one more time to see Clora, estimate if she was still as solid with his hated brother in law, and then take off. He wanted to get lost, somewhere, hurtful memories wouldn't dog him like a bad nightmare.
Ben did have information that he held private; he had seen Sylvia Suzanne Hall, Clora's mother. She emphatically refuted the notion she was Ben's mother, but wasn't sure which sister it might have been. But Pete still was their father, so he and Clora were too closely related. He also knew she wouldn't consider it for a second and she showed all the signs of still being totally besotted with Mark. Ben's lip curled up at the thought of the man that had ruled the clan for so long.
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Hi, My Name is Tessee by PacNorWest
#420
“ Lainey was having a terrible morning. The meeting she was scheduled to attend had been postponed twice and the thinly veiled excuses were as phony as a four dollar bill. Sitting in the plush burgundy covered club chair, Lainey was busy thinking. Finally she pulled out her cell phone and asked for the information operator. Keeping her voice loud enough to be heard by the cool receptionist, Lainey asked for the number of the rival law firm of the Collins law group.
Speaking decisively, she asked for an appointment to discuss estate matters with the senior law official. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the receptionist hit a buzzer twice and Astra Collins appeared breathlessly within seconds.
Concisely, Lainey explained she was withdrawing as their client and moving her estate settlements to another firm. "I'm not sure of your reasons, but Astra, I don't like being played a fool. There are injunctions being filed right now to stop any more legal proceedings by your firm. Whatever schemes you and your family have cooked up with Doug Bender are going to be nullified. You are off my estate settlement, this is my official notice."
Astra Collins sent a flicker of her eyelashes to the receptionist and the woman hit another buzzer. Soon the entire Collins family was in the reception area pleading their case to a determined and increasingly angry Lainey. They had just fooled away the goose that laid a golden egg.”
#428c
Templins law firm seemed to think there had been serious collusion by Doug Bender and the Collins law group. They had gone to a retired judge for advise, and were in the process of preparing a lawsuit against the initial estate attorney's. Templin's had served papers on the business managers that they would cooperate or be replaced. Three of them complied. In the fourth business, the body shop manager was so busy running a chop shop ferrying stolen cars and car parts into Mexico he hated to loose his cash cow.
#532
The head chancellor at the ministerial college put Ben on probation for the first year of his studies. The Dean sat down for a frank talk with Lainey and Ben after a lengthy discussion with Lainey behind closed doors.
"Mr. Hanson, let me say that we think you are a capable young man with a strong work ethic and the possibilities of becoming a very proficient Minister. You have had enough problems in your life that you have the capabilities of being a empathetic man to deal with the trials that people face in their lives. Our classes are full, but we are going to make an exception and add you." Dean Collins was unsmiling and more than stern.
The Dean had stuck his neck out when he recommended that Ben be allowed to enter the program, something about the young man stirred his heart and perhaps he recognized a bit of himself from long ago. "The studies are hard, the hours are long and the rewards are few. The proverbial reward will be in heaven, I hope you are fully aware."
"We have never required much in the way of money, my wife has come into an inheritance that will be used to sustain us while I am in school, so I can concentrate on my studies." Ben offered.
The Dean stood up ending the interview, "Classes start at 8am in the morning. You will have to catch up on a weeks worth of studies, and I am expecting you to do just that."
#533
You have our consent to contact Dean Collins and review the extensive back ground check he did on Ben and myself."
"Well Albert, what is your intention?" the lawyer asked point blank.
"I'm fine with what Elania has told me, I don't think we need to see the background check. Charles Collins is aware of the arrangements we are making and if there had been irregularities he would have let me know. Let's get this signed, Elania has Mexican food for lunch and I don't want to be late
and that's all folks.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#536
Breezy hollered at the gate, it seemed like forever, before a a bent over, hobbling man appeared with a rifle. "Pipe down," he demanded. "Yer screeching is hurting my ears. What in the name of blackboard finger nails is the matter with you? You sound worse than a Guinea hen."
"I'm here on official business," Breezy snapped. "I need to talk to Ben. It;s important, or I wouldn't be here, you can bet your booty on that!"
"My booty don't do no gamblin," Tom grumbled. "Let me see some paperwork."
"I don't have to show you anything, I'm a legal process server and I have official business here." Breezy stood her ground, after all, she had a pistol in her waistband and when she finished this service, she was retiring. No half lame and crotchety old man was going to stop her.
"Then you can stand there;" Tom was polite and firm, not giving an inch to the uppity broad that had caused him to walk all the way out to the gate with his barely mended leg. That little fete, proved that he wasn't healed, and he was darn good and sick of being an invalid. In fact, it put him in an extra fussed up mood.
Thirty minutes later, Breezy broke.
"Ok, you can look at the paperwork, I need to get this over with; I've spent too much time here as it is." she handed the wad of paper to Tom.
"Look lady, I don't know what yer tryin to pull, there ain't even a last name to this. All the paper work says, to 'John Doe'. Ain't nobody here by that name. Get yer tail marching down the road." Tom turned around and started for the house.
The next sound Tom heard was the clicking sound of a hammer being cocked.
:I want you to turn around and open this gate." Breezy demanded. "We can settle this nicely, or we can settle it hard. What's your pleasure.?"
Tom looked at the small 22 pistol that was hardly bigger than the woman's hand, judging if she was serious, and or if she was any kind of a marksman.
"It's loaded with shot shell, four of them, they can put quite a few holes in you, if that's what it's going to take." Breezy was trying to be reasonable. "I'm close enough to not miss," she tacked on as a reminder.
"I'll let Miss Clora deal with you," Tom threatened, "yeah, that's what I'm gonna do."
Breezy hollered at the gate, it seemed like forever, before a a bent over, hobbling man appeared with a rifle. "Pipe down," he demanded. "Yer screeching is hurting my ears. What in the name of blackboard finger nails is the matter with you? You sound worse than a Guinea hen."
"I'm here on official business," Breezy snapped. "I need to talk to Ben. It;s important, or I wouldn't be here, you can bet your booty on that!"
"My booty don't do no gamblin," Tom grumbled. "Let me see some paperwork."
"I don't have to show you anything, I'm a legal process server and I have official business here." Breezy stood her ground, after all, she had a pistol in her waistband and when she finished this service, she was retiring. No half lame and crotchety old man was going to stop her.
"Then you can stand there;" Tom was polite and firm, not giving an inch to the uppity broad that had caused him to walk all the way out to the gate with his barely mended leg. That little fete, proved that he wasn't healed, and he was darn good and sick of being an invalid. In fact, it put him in an extra fussed up mood.
Thirty minutes later, Breezy broke.
"Ok, you can look at the paperwork, I need to get this over with; I've spent too much time here as it is." she handed the wad of paper to Tom.
"Look lady, I don't know what yer tryin to pull, there ain't even a last name to this. All the paper work says, to 'John Doe'. Ain't nobody here by that name. Get yer tail marching down the road." Tom turned around and started for the house.
The next sound Tom heard was the clicking sound of a hammer being cocked.
:I want you to turn around and open this gate." Breezy demanded. "We can settle this nicely, or we can settle it hard. What's your pleasure.?"
Tom looked at the small 22 pistol that was hardly bigger than the woman's hand, judging if she was serious, and or if she was any kind of a marksman.
"It's loaded with shot shell, four of them, they can put quite a few holes in you, if that's what it's going to take." Breezy was trying to be reasonable. "I'm close enough to not miss," she tacked on as a reminder.
"I'll let Miss Clora deal with you," Tom threatened, "yeah, that's what I'm gonna do."
sssarawolf
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Ha ha yeah Clora will do it. NO last name and John Doe sheesh.
RememberGoliad
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Wasn't there some niggling question about Ben? I remember Clora had vague-to-nonexistent knowledge about Ben and on top of that, I think I remember her telling maybe Mark that he was a total cipher to her the last little bit of time she was around him. I kept getting the impression that something was left hanging to dig up later. Maybe now is later...?
Yes THANKS Pac for all your twists and turns! I can't believe I've been 10+ years waiting for each installment! (That's a lot of worms to eat, keeping my breath baited
)PacNorWest
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It was Honey that noticed Tom was in front of the woman, a severe breech of clan discipline, as was required of members.
"Clora, something seems wrong with the way Tom is coming into the house." Honey was about to walk over to her house and instead she turned about and moved her kids back unto the safety of the darkened hallway.
Clora moved over to the window for a quick peek. "Umm, everyone on alert," she called out. "I believe Tom is under a gun." The house got real quiet when Tom entered, a woman close on his heels.
"You sit down," the woman ordered Tom, "you're useless. My name is Breezy Collins and I want to talk to someone in charge." Her voice was loud and strident.
"I also want to talk to Ben."
"Then sit down and take that pistol off Tom, and put it away." Clora was as harsh and commanding as the young woman. "We don't allow that sort of behavior in the house."
The woman pulled a chair over toward the wall and sat with her back against the wood. It suited her to be by the door, but have her backside protected.
"I need to talk to Ben," she reiterated, "I have some papers for him."
"Which Ben?" Clora was going to have some fun with the hoity woman.
"What do you mean, which Ben?" Breezy fired right back.
"We have two Ben's in the family, so naturally we need to know which one." Clora was calm and beginning to enjoy the cat and mouse game.
Breezy didn't want to admit that what she had was a John Doe summons. She had committed to memory the hazy picture and stats of the 'Ben" she needed to serve, other than that; she was running a tough sounding bluff. There had been no information about two men named Ben, so for the moment, she was stalled.
"We have Ben Hanson and had Ben Linderman, so you will have to specify." Clora almost chuckled at the unease on the woman's face. "I'm assuming you have information in the paperwork."
"Well, yes and no," Breezy allowed slowly. "I have a summons for a Ben, we didn't realize there were two. I am here to serve him, and I'd like to get this over and done with."
"Are you looking for a older Ben, or a younger one?"
"Actually, I believe he is near middle age."
"My brother Ben Hanson is in his 70's, our other Ben is in early 30's but has been passed away for three years." Clora didn't smile as she recalled the painful memories that had been stirred up.
"Humm," Breezy was close to a panic attack. Neither man matched the man she was seeking. Damn, she didn't want this to be a dead end.
There was noise behind her shoulder, heavy feet walking toward the kitchen.
Donny came clumping in the room, his nose twitching for the cookies he could smell baking. "Morning," he mumbled, a severe case of bed hair ruining his strong young voice.
Breezy noted the young man and dismissed him as immaterial. When the second man entered the room, Breezy gasped and stood up, pointing her gun at Gary, "That's the man."
It was Honey that noticed Tom was in front of the woman, a severe breech of clan discipline, as was required of members.
"Clora, something seems wrong with the way Tom is coming into the house." Honey was about to walk over to her house and instead she turned about and moved her kids back unto the safety of the darkened hallway.
Clora moved over to the window for a quick peek. "Umm, everyone on alert," she called out. "I believe Tom is under a gun." The house got real quiet when Tom entered, a woman close on his heels.
"You sit down," the woman ordered Tom, "you're useless. My name is Breezy Collins and I want to talk to someone in charge." Her voice was loud and strident.
"I also want to talk to Ben."
"Then sit down and take that pistol off Tom, and put it away." Clora was as harsh and commanding as the young woman. "We don't allow that sort of behavior in the house."
The woman pulled a chair over toward the wall and sat with her back against the wood. It suited her to be by the door, but have her backside protected.
"I need to talk to Ben," she reiterated, "I have some papers for him."
"Which Ben?" Clora was going to have some fun with the hoity woman.
"What do you mean, which Ben?" Breezy fired right back.
"We have two Ben's in the family, so naturally we need to know which one." Clora was calm and beginning to enjoy the cat and mouse game.
Breezy didn't want to admit that what she had was a John Doe summons. She had committed to memory the hazy picture and stats of the 'Ben" she needed to serve, other than that; she was running a tough sounding bluff. There had been no information about two men named Ben, so for the moment, she was stalled.
"We have Ben Hanson and had Ben Linderman, so you will have to specify." Clora almost chuckled at the unease on the woman's face. "I'm assuming you have information in the paperwork."
"Well, yes and no," Breezy allowed slowly. "I have a summons for a Ben, we didn't realize there were two. I am here to serve him, and I'd like to get this over and done with."
"Are you looking for a older Ben, or a younger one?"
"Actually, I believe he is near middle age."
"My brother Ben Hanson is in his 70's, our other Ben is in early 30's but has been passed away for three years." Clora didn't smile as she recalled the painful memories that had been stirred up.
"Humm," Breezy was close to a panic attack. Neither man matched the man she was seeking. Damn, she didn't want this to be a dead end.
There was noise behind her shoulder, heavy feet walking toward the kitchen.
Donny came clumping in the room, his nose twitching for the cookies he could smell baking. "Morning," he mumbled, a severe case of bed hair ruining his strong young voice.
Breezy noted the young man and dismissed him as immaterial. When the second man entered the room, Breezy gasped and stood up, pointing her gun at Gary, "That's the man."