(on the house: "Lost" by Coldplay)
So then ... Since the second LJ write too much, I have to break this second chapter in two parts-_-'The
place both today because you can not follow all the characters, or else I go in confusion,-P, and then mainly because I do not know when I can put on the third chap (I hope by August, but between each rental and I'm not quite sure, sigh). 'Nuff said: good reading, candy! ^ ^
Grace Taylor, widow Donovan settled down sharply, snatching it from her mother's hands as he looked guiltily. "Do not give him satisfaction, Mom. Do not you dare even look at them. It will not be anything good from the arrival in town of a gang of thieves, criminals. As if that were not enough to split the country with those there, "said disgusted alluding to the specter that, across the sidewalk, smiling, had stopped to watch the colorful caravan of Gypsies.
"Here he is, ready to make common cause! Of course, we mean the perfection of criminals, "she growled. He watched the young man who was standing across the street, without even thinking about why he could be there. All that Grace knew was that it was still the worst kind of criminals, regardless. Scum.
The handsome face distorted by irritation, the immaculate apron stretched over a soft belly, Grace wondered what it was better to make: whether to alert the authorities to immediately take action, or rather wait not to risk retaliation by the newcomers. But the arrival of a small house in the hurricane turned away from the question.
"Samuel Donovan! Where have you been up to now?! The school is long over! Run and wash your hands and then rushed here in a minute, okay? You'll have to explain word for word as you have allowed your mom to worry so much. " Little Sam, who knew that his heartbeat was not due to race at breakneck speed or the fear of punishment, he walked among the clouds light up the bathroom door. He thought only of her, she could only see, only dreamed of a new meeting: Jewel had heard her call from an old witch of fairy tales that had been facing the carriage. Jewel. Name wonderful, he thought. My jewel ...
When mother had finished curries for good, while the grandparents watched indulgent scene, Sam still feels lighter. The encounter with this magical pair of eyes had literally bewitched - and when his mother, in the torrent of words that had poured upon him, had managed to put even the complete prohibition and complete to pose even a glimpse of the "new scum that has fallen between us, " he knew that could not and did not have to tell her to Jewel. My mother would never understand. Not now, at least ... No longer, he thought with a little regret.
One time his mother was a ray of sunshine. He had a beautiful smile at him, like that of Jewel. It shone, sang, filled him with cuddles - except when the father walked around the house, and the silence was to reign supreme. Now, however, the mother was not smiling anymore. After the death of his father in service, beaten up by a group of drunken fools (with whom he had had something to dispute, rather than throw them in a cool place: the little Sammy knew enough, unfortunately), she had changed radically. Before so tolerant and sweet, so open and cheerful, had become a fierce advocate for those who thought the reserves as a large cage of wild beasts. It had not even considered the idea of transferring the family elsewhere, the money would never be enough - Dad had drunk it all, here is the truth - and then no-one had come forward for the home. Sammy knew all this perfectly, little man who grew up too early, and then resisted by his general's grooming and still love her much good. He even stopped playing hide and seek with the kids that she did not like. He had serious and studious as she wanted it to be. Or at least trying to be. Jewel, however, was different. Would not give up that wonderful adventure.
***
The morning was wonderful, so far. Meteorologically speaking, that is. Or, more precisely, it was a good day in the sun until the time in which a bespectacled Mr. nobody had confirmed the death sentence of the social life of the McKenzie brothers. Then the sun seemed to have stopped shining.
Karl was born ready. But it was never ready for it. Exploded, addressed to the representative of the law firm who had waited for an hour and forty in front of the wooden fence Crimson Red Farm: "What did he say? Please, tell me you're joking. I have a urgent need of that money - I mean, it we need ...". "Forget it, brother, it is useless for you to pretend to consider myself the least of your thoughts," said James, ironic. "But you heard exactly what the text says. We can not sell it right away. It was exactly what I was afraid, knowing Uncle Max, but I do not deny that the idea upsets me a lot too. However, what I intend to do? We must give immediate and joint agreement, or jumps around. "
When the representative of the award winning studio & Hudgens Hudgens had submitted their formal and polite, despite the huge delay, which the brothers brought with them, James was immediately felt a jarring note in the behavior honey. Nothing but professionalism. There would be a bad bite to swallow. And indeed, as expected, the guy had pitted an infinite number of paragraphs and footnotes confirming that, to put his paws on the vast land ownership paternal uncle, fresh from the cemetery, Karl James and it was only one way: take possession of material and possibly using it productively.
"It 's all written here. And it is clearly explained nell'incartamento that I sent from your office in Phoenix, "said the lawyer. "I just hope I have misunderstood," James sketched smiling. "So basically, if I understand correctly, because of the strict conditions that Uncle Max has indicated in his will, if I want to inherit and Karl Crimson Farm we move here e. .. live in it? ".
"Yes, yes," says the lawyer, while the poor Karl renounced all that was not incomprehensible moans. "But only for a month. The point is that our deceased customer McKenzie Maximilian, the brother of your father, was very attached to this house and this land. In most, but this may already know, was a bit like a '... you know, the original, "he winked type in a suit and tie. "You were his only heirs in life," he added. "Therefore I have always considered the last hope of revival for quest'appezzamento of land. He wanted you tried to resist at least a month in here, before deciding what to do with property. As you can see, however, stables and other buildings are fully functional - everything about the old Neil Taylor, a neighbor who has always attached a hand to the late Mr. Max to manage this farm. Ah, lives down the country with his family. Dear people, you'll see, "concluded the two tending to a couple of pens to sign the necessary documents once and for all. The look of terror Karl met with a strange glint in the eyes of James.
And the desolate motel room that afternoon, he had two more guests. The McKenzie brothers no longer mentioning another Norman Bates and his bad habit of stabbing or repacking film reviewers, but the whole parade of fools movie from inn was in front of their eyes for a while, 'it goes without saying.
The manager had a livery in which disquieting, dopottutto. Or maybe it was all the fault of furniture, stuck at 1977 or so. That was also the period in which they must have done cleaning for the last time, judging by the wallpaper and the musty cobwebs lurking in the corners.
"The phone still work? I think the guy at the reception grotesque has already cut the wires to prevent us from calling for help. The sheets are about to devour me, I know, "Karl said, trying to bury under a veil of irony predictable irritation accumulated that day and eternal cursed. James was not the least, ready to play down unexpectedly: "Well, come on, the room is not bad, considering that its last occupants must be dead inside." A fresh and inevitable laughter, that the two did not share for years, buried the little 'tension that still did not intend to deliver them. There were in both now. Up to the neck. He might as well live, no?
***
"Are you kidding? You promised me you would have reached next Saturday. " Vivica could not believe her ears. While holding on to the phone as the only thing in the world to keep her anchored to reality, heard the voice of his carefree boy to confirm that no, he absolutely saved from that infernal desert, preferring instead to leave for California with the nearby friends, the tufted disconsolate managed to control himself. Almost. I planted about two feet, some of the real reasons that pushed Chris to fly to San Diego: a pair of blue eyes, two blonde pigtails and a uniform cheerleader. In a word, nauseating Katherine, his former classmate.
"Have fun then. Say hello to Kathy. Oh, and by the way: we are gone. " And hung up. Then jump on the bed crying, desperate, at war with the world.
"Princess, not greeting me and my mother?" - The deep voice of his father was trying to track down the room, in vain. "Come on, is there waiting for you. I know you're angry, but you must understand me: to be a PR of my caliber implies the need to personally follow the events that I organize, and a concert of this magnitude can not do time, but it should be set in place in every detail ... How could I leave you all alone in Phoenix and set up the Desert Show ? ", He finished his father in an apologetic tone, timbre of voice muffled by the door ajar.
Live pretended not to hear the tears to flood the beautiful face, while his father fearlessly crossed the threshold, about to enter. "Look at that little house I'll be fantastic! Up, it's only June. A couple of weeks, three at most, and then we'll be back in the attic in the city that you love so much. But now you leave, please. Oh, and tell Chris that can come when they want. "
There, that to live was the coup de grace. The anger that had held until then literally exploded, and jumped to their feet and began to urlarne of all colors against his father, his mother, Chris and Arizona entire. Malcolm retreated, she bolted the door. Across the wood did not come any more noise, just - Vivica felt between their screams - the sound of footsteps moving away. What's new. Alone, again. For the umpteenth time.
The reflection of Miss bon-ton that postponed the mirror she felt nauseous. "Ah, if the pay ...", he thought to himself, leaning on the table a bottle of hair dye ready for use.
***
They had arranged the best possible, Kim and Kylie, hoping in the future. Armed with sleeping bag, mat disastratissimi and comfort items in the cabin had settled all things choose the lesser evil. But in the view of some board books filled with rotting decrepit, former library, she had felt relieved as a sign of fate, so he would spend hours leafing through pages gnawed by rats, in the afternoon of torpor quell'Arizona oppressive, while the small dozing lying on a torn sheet. A sudden noise from outside, however, was enough to bring down Kim out in a flash, always on the alert as a tiger in a cage.
Kim stared at the man in the post. "How do I find?" He hissed with hatred. "No, you see, it's simple flyers. I must stay at the house next door, though. Do not imagine that someone lived in this dump ... that is, what I meant is ...".
"I know perfectly well what he meant," Kim interrupted abruptly, a cold. "Now I do a favor and leave me in peace and rise from the ball. If it is not too much trouble, then, could avoid alerting all the old women of the district apprehensive about my presence here? Ah, one last thing: this let me, be kind, "said in one breath, seizing the most natural one of the newspapers that sprang from the bag boy. He felt the marmocchietta in tears, had to return immediately.
Without waiting for any answers, the young man made his way to the door plate, turning their backs on the poor postman. Kylie squealed loudly by its cover torn on which he had dozed, giving no sign of wanting to stop screaming before the next century. It was time to exit the tunnel, he told Kim. But you could not see light in this tunnel with no apparent exit, only the headlights of some lorry. What a relief it would be if ...
"Enough, midgets, Kim is tired. Do you understand me? I'm tired. When I start thinking about suicide is not a good sign, it never was. I have to go out for a few minutes, can withstand without damage? ", made in the direction of the girl, lifting her arms.
"Somehow we had to eat," he said with tears in his voice, after it is deposited in the only facility capable of from her nest, an old, humiliating shopping cart. The battered teddy Kylie watched from the box with his one eye blind. "I am willing to do anything to get us out of this lousy, puppy, feel me? Do you understand me? ".
But little to no sign of calming. Kim, resigned and took her in his arms while waiting for the hungry Kylie narrowed under his caresses. Then put it down again in the squalid makeshift cradle that had dusted carefully stuffed with old blankets, for allowing the starlet with the utmost tenderness as possible.
The heart was crying frugoletta to leave there, behind the closed door of which only Kim had found the key: a tiny and the bathroom flooded dirt, that the girl had tried to clear at least in part. But did not want to keep the small room in the main cabin is anyone could enter. Someone gliel'avrebbe taken away. The thought was frightening.
Placing the key in a pocket of the mini and the anguish in the heart but at the same time ready for everything, Kim came out . A tear attempted to plow through the cheek, but she, accustomed to much more, the dried with a gesture angrily. It had to be strong. For both.
***
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