Post by Lord Hastings on Apr 28, 2011 12:57:45 GMT -5
Donovan and Calypso lay together in bed, Donovan on his back with his hands tucked underneath his head, and Calypso laying with her arm draped across him.
Hastings: Laundry day sucks.
Calypso: Sucks? Have you ever done it?
Hastings: It just strikes me as something that would suck to do.
Calypso: Do it sometime then.
Hastings: Then I’d be too busy to lay here and allow you to bask in all of me, wouldn’t I?
Calypso: I don’t know if there is room in here for me and your heads.
Donovan chuckles, but stops as steps can be heard from outside the room.
Hastings: Heads up, I think that’s Owen. Pretend we’re asleep, don’t say hello.
Owen enters the bedroom, but a vibrating sound is suddenly heard. Owen glances around and dashes into the closet, closing the door behind him. His whispering voice, however, can still be heard.
Peterson: Hello Chris, it’s your Grandpa.
Donovan and Calypso listen, and their own voices fall to a whisper that only each other can hear.
Calypso: Grandpa…he’s talking to Chris.
Hastings: Chris? No. He’s talking to a person who is about to suffer some very bad consequences for doing some very bad things.
Peterson: Things are ok. How’re you?
Calypso: You know this is probably tearing Owen apart, don’t you?
Donovan shrugs.
Peterson: You don’t worry about that. Besides, I’m just trying not to wake him or he’ll get cranky.
Hastings: Cranky doesn’t begin to describe it. If he woke me up he’d really have something to be cranky about.
Peterson: About that. You know you don’t have to go through with it don’t you.
Hastings: You know, if this kid was smart, he’d already be on the run.
Peterson: Run? I didn’t say anything about running. I just-
Hastings: Just a stupid kid. He’s buried himself, and he’s too young and stupid to see it.
Peterson: It’ll be dangerous Chris, unlike any match you’ve had before. You’ve gotten Donovan really worked up about getting a piece of you. I’m worried you’re going to get hurt, really hurt.
Hastings: Hurt doesn’t begin to describe it. With this kid’s sins, hard to say if the pain will ever stop.
Peterson: Stop talking like that. You sound like…like him. You’re starting to sound like him and it’s scary. I’m not sure how I’d feel if you became like that.
Hastings: That’s a bit much, I think. He can’t be talking about me, can he?
Calypso: He might be. I’m not sure I understand.
Peterson: Understand I can do but I don’t have to like it.
Hastinsg: It might have to be a dark day in the Peterson household. The kid can take a good, hard look at his future…and wave it away, bye, bye, bye.
Peterson: Bye ma boy.
Donovan and Calypso lie still as Owen emerges from the closet, being careful to walk slowly and quietly. As he is about to exit the room, Donovan sits up, stretching his arms and yawning. Owen turns around as Donovan looks directly at him.
Hastings: Boy, good sleep. Needed that. Owen, I see you’re already here.
Peterson: Here as always.
Hastings: Always, yes. Always right where I need you. Always doing the right thing. Always with me to the very end.
Peterson: End, beginning, wherever the Lord needs me, that’s where I’ll be.
Hastings: Be careful, Owen. Wouldn’t want to think you were patronizing. It might put me in the wrong state of mind. Wouldn’t want that, would we?
Peterson: We wouldn’t. I didn’t mean anything by it.
Hastings: It’s okay. What isn’t okay, however, is the path your grandson is walking. He’s fallen in with a bad crowd. These things he has done, it doesn’t bode well for him, or his future. He needs this, for his own good. We need to set him on the right path, and we need to do it now. You believe I have his best interests in mind, don’t you? You trust me, right?
Owen solemnly nods his head.
Peterson: Right.
Owen has his head in his hand for a moment.
Calypso: Right now, you need to take a deep breath. It’ll be okay.
Peterson: Okay.
Hastings: Okay. Now go do the laundry.
Hastings: Laundry day sucks.
Calypso: Sucks? Have you ever done it?
Hastings: It just strikes me as something that would suck to do.
Calypso: Do it sometime then.
Hastings: Then I’d be too busy to lay here and allow you to bask in all of me, wouldn’t I?
Calypso: I don’t know if there is room in here for me and your heads.
Donovan chuckles, but stops as steps can be heard from outside the room.
Hastings: Heads up, I think that’s Owen. Pretend we’re asleep, don’t say hello.
Owen enters the bedroom, but a vibrating sound is suddenly heard. Owen glances around and dashes into the closet, closing the door behind him. His whispering voice, however, can still be heard.
Peterson: Hello Chris, it’s your Grandpa.
Donovan and Calypso listen, and their own voices fall to a whisper that only each other can hear.
Calypso: Grandpa…he’s talking to Chris.
Hastings: Chris? No. He’s talking to a person who is about to suffer some very bad consequences for doing some very bad things.
Peterson: Things are ok. How’re you?
Calypso: You know this is probably tearing Owen apart, don’t you?
Donovan shrugs.
Peterson: You don’t worry about that. Besides, I’m just trying not to wake him or he’ll get cranky.
Hastings: Cranky doesn’t begin to describe it. If he woke me up he’d really have something to be cranky about.
Peterson: About that. You know you don’t have to go through with it don’t you.
Hastings: You know, if this kid was smart, he’d already be on the run.
Peterson: Run? I didn’t say anything about running. I just-
Hastings: Just a stupid kid. He’s buried himself, and he’s too young and stupid to see it.
Peterson: It’ll be dangerous Chris, unlike any match you’ve had before. You’ve gotten Donovan really worked up about getting a piece of you. I’m worried you’re going to get hurt, really hurt.
Hastings: Hurt doesn’t begin to describe it. With this kid’s sins, hard to say if the pain will ever stop.
Peterson: Stop talking like that. You sound like…like him. You’re starting to sound like him and it’s scary. I’m not sure how I’d feel if you became like that.
Hastings: That’s a bit much, I think. He can’t be talking about me, can he?
Calypso: He might be. I’m not sure I understand.
Peterson: Understand I can do but I don’t have to like it.
Hastinsg: It might have to be a dark day in the Peterson household. The kid can take a good, hard look at his future…and wave it away, bye, bye, bye.
Peterson: Bye ma boy.
Donovan and Calypso lie still as Owen emerges from the closet, being careful to walk slowly and quietly. As he is about to exit the room, Donovan sits up, stretching his arms and yawning. Owen turns around as Donovan looks directly at him.
Hastings: Boy, good sleep. Needed that. Owen, I see you’re already here.
Peterson: Here as always.
Hastings: Always, yes. Always right where I need you. Always doing the right thing. Always with me to the very end.
Peterson: End, beginning, wherever the Lord needs me, that’s where I’ll be.
Hastings: Be careful, Owen. Wouldn’t want to think you were patronizing. It might put me in the wrong state of mind. Wouldn’t want that, would we?
Peterson: We wouldn’t. I didn’t mean anything by it.
Hastings: It’s okay. What isn’t okay, however, is the path your grandson is walking. He’s fallen in with a bad crowd. These things he has done, it doesn’t bode well for him, or his future. He needs this, for his own good. We need to set him on the right path, and we need to do it now. You believe I have his best interests in mind, don’t you? You trust me, right?
Owen solemnly nods his head.
Peterson: Right.
Owen has his head in his hand for a moment.
Calypso: Right now, you need to take a deep breath. It’ll be okay.
Peterson: Okay.
Hastings: Okay. Now go do the laundry.
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