Aug. 16, '93 - Mon.
It's damn near dawn and I've not slept yet. I'm so friggin' mad I can't see straight, let alone sleep. Our esteemed leader arrived home around one. Dominick, of course, met him at the door. How does that man do it? He must have some sort of radar. No - what he's got is more than 30 yrs. of butlering behind him - at his "massa's beck n' call." No! - shouldn't say that! Not true - and wrong of me to even think that way. Grandma Rose would have me by the scruff of the neck. "Honey chile," she'd say, "what call you got to go sayin' somethin' like that �bout that nice man. I's goin' t' wash yo' mouth out wi' P&G." Mind you - it would be P&G, not Ivory Snow, and she really would do it. Dom's a good guy, just doing his job and seeing himself as the only "adult" left in the house. Sometimes, I think he's right.
As always, Derek immediately asked if all was well in his domain. According to Philip, Dom told Derek to avoid me, that I was a bit miffed about the short notice "social engagement" sans escort. Actually, it wasn't that bad. All went well, but I'll never tell. He's staying on the hook for that one. But then Dom spilled the beans. He told Derek that Nick had taken a car and split, and that Julia went with him - and, that they weren't back yet.
Derek flipped his wig - not literally, of course. It's all his own, though sometimes I'd like to rip a few handfuls out to just to jerk some sense into that thick Dutch skull. It wasn't like the other day when he blew out of here in the Jag, but that sort of anger he has when he's in battle with the Darkside. Cold, controlled rage. Whenever he gets like this I think of a line from a Star Trek movie - can't remember which - but it was a Klingon who said it. "Revenge is a dish best served cold." That's what I feel from him - no revenge here, but whatever he does will be served ice cold. It's the type of coldness that could let him stick a knife in someone's gut and not bat an eye. He didn't go to bed. I don't think he's been to bed yet - must not be going at all. I hear someone moving about the house.
When I saw the lights from Nick & Julia's car, I went down to try to warn them, but Derek was already there, waiting at the back door. No tirade, but he cut them both to bits in less than ten words - just slice and dice - then announced a meeting for first thing in the morning - before breakfast! I started to say something, but I got chopped off at the knees too - with only a glance.
Christ! The more I think about it the madder I get - at myself - for letting him tongue tie me like that. We are not truant school children. Who the hell does he think he is!
To be continued, I hope
CONTENTS PTL FANFIC
E-mail: Dubricus E-mail: Debbie W. 
