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| it. "Why on earth did she do that for?" Jonathan asked out loud. And much to Jon's surprise, Alex rolled over, "What?" he asked, looking at his uncle. Jonathan winced, "I thought you were asleep." "You woke me up!" Jonathan sighed again. "So what were you saying?" Alex asked, adjusting his position so his elbow was on the pillow and he was propping up his head with his hand. "Nothing Alex, go back to sleep." Jonathan pleaded. "Oooh, I get it. You're thinking about her." Alex said after a few moments. "I thought I told you to go to sleep." Jonathan moaned. Alex gave his uncle a look, and Jonathan gave him the exact same look back, but with many more years of experience. Alex shook his head and gave Jon a pitiful look, "I think I know what you're going through Uncle Jon." "Oh you do?" Alex nodded, "You're wishing you would have just married her." "Bloody hell, Alex, that's quite an assump...an assumpt...that's quite a thing to say Alex!" "Assumption?" Jonathan glared. "Why didn't you marry her by the way?" Jonathan sighed and put his hands over his face. "I mean, she would have said yes..." Alex said offhandedly. The hands dropped immediately. "Wh...wh...wh...??" "Are you okay Uncle Jon?" "Did she tell you she'd say yes?" Alex shrugged, "She might have mentioned it." Jonathan looked ecstatic, and sat up a little straighter in his chair. "She did?" Frowning, Alex shrugged again and rolled over, pulling the covers over his shoulder, "...well maybe not." "Alex!" "What? I'm going to sleep like you told me." "I told you no such thing." Jonathan replied sitting forward and looking at his nephew. "........." Alex snored. "Oh come on Alex! Tell me what she said!!!" Penny ([email protected]) January 13, 2003 "What am I? Fly paper for freaks?" Kit moaned, putting his head down on his knees when Rick came back in the hold, with a plate in one hand and a glass of milk in another. "Don't you have a house to haunt?" "Charming to the end, huh?" Rick frowned, taking in the kid who sat bunched up on the blanket. He looked pathetic in Jon�s clothes. They hung on his skinny frame, like wet laundry on a clothes line, but bless Evie�s heart, she had found him something to wear besides the blanket. At least she had thought of it, Rick thought with a twinge of guilt. It was more than he had done. "Look. Evie fixed you a sandwich and a glass of milk. Said if you wanted more, just ask. She put a couple sugar cookies on there, for you, too." Kit ignored him, keeping his head inside his folded arms. Rick shook his head and sat the plate and glass down next to the pallet. "It's there when you are ready to eat," he told him, sitting down in the chair next to the door. "But get this straight, I'm not leaving till you talk to me, Kit." "Oh goody!" he mumbled into his arms. "Why don t you make like horse shit and hit the trail, Lone Ranger?" "You know what? I'm not getting into a battle of wills, with some kid who hasn't got sense enough to pour piss out of a boot, with the directions written on the heel! Now you can make this hard or you can make it easy on yourself! I don�t care! But either way, you�re gonna talk to me! UNDERSTAND?" "Go figure," he mumbled flatly. "One hundred thousand sperm and you were the fastest! Who would have thought it!" "Did Carrie Anne let you cuss like a sailor?" Kit�s head shot up. "BASTARD! My Mom was a saint! You ain't fit to wipe her shoes, let alone say her name!" Rick�s expression never changed, but his heart sped up. "Tell me about her." "Wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills the fastest, O'Connell." "Look you little stinkweed, I have had just about enough from your smart damn mouth to last me a lifetime!", Rick snapped back. "Oh, ya dyin�?" "HELL, DON'T LET ME BE THE ONE TO KEEP YA! JUST GO DROP DEAD!" he shouted , then dropped his head back in his arms. "Everybody else does," he barely said. Now we�re getting somewhere, Rick thought. Now it was plain why there was so much anger. So much distrust, so much hatred. His mother and father were gone. His grandfather was gone. He thought he had no one. Well, he was wrong about that one and whether Kit wanted to hear it or not, he was going to listen to what Rick had to say, if he had to pound it in his nephew's head. "Who killed Carrie Anne and your dad and your grandpa, Kit?" Rick asked feeling his own hatred rise for the person responsible for his sister's death. "Was it the same person that took a knife to your arm?" Kit's head shot up, his hand instinctively wrapping around the back of his right forearm. Accusing eyes shot daggers at the man sitting by the door. "Found it when we took your wet clothes off. Ardeth put some kinda herb mixture on it. Said it was getting infected. A couple more days and you'd have been in trouble. He probably saved your arm." "I can take care of myself. I don t need you or your friends. When we get to Egypt, I�m outta here!" "You're not leaving this yacht till I say you do. In fact, you're not leaving my sight! Get that in your head right now. Somebody tried to kill you and I'm bettin� it was the same sonuvabitch that killed my sister and your dad and your grandpa! So from now on, till I find out who it is, I'm stickin� to you like shit on an eggshell Buddy." |