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6. The Letter
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6. THE LETTER
The jug steamed hotly and the button clicked up. I tossed my magazine onto the elegant marble bench top and poured the hot water into four mugs; coffee, coffee and hot chocolate for the boys.
The domestic WWIII was over and Pete said that it was safe for us both to be back on Simpson-Wentz turf.
She didn’t like it though.
“Drinks are ready!” I called to a seemingly empty kitchen, a heartbeat later Ollie came screaming into the kitchen dressed like an Indian with feathers in his hair and paint on his face, Bronx was a second behind brandishing a plastic sword and punching his plastic armor.
Pete came through the opposite kitchen door, a parcel in his hands and three envelopes.
I put the boys’ drinks in front of them on the table.
“Thanks mum!” Was Ollie’s little thanks.
“Thank you Trixi,” Said Bronx who never failed to use his manners.
“Not a problem sweeties, careful though it’s hot.”
I walked back to the counter and slid Pete his coffee to where he was sitting on a stool. I stood t drink mine.
“Thanks Trix.” He ripped open the first letter.
He looked different today to what he did the other day. Today he looked like a happy man, like a happy father.
It made me think of my own father and how every night he would fall asleep on the couch in front of the TV with a peaceful smile on his face. He only ever wanted me to be happy, but the day that I broke the news to my parents that I was expecting was the day that I felt like my dad hated me.
It was mainly his disapproval which drove me from the country. My mother influenced the rest of my decisions, she was a bitch about the whole entire thing and it was her that probably told my dad to give up on me.
I would never forgive her for turning me away like that.
“What the fuck is this?”
I frowned, “Pete…” I glanced over to the boys, they hadn’t heard a thing they were too busy tossing marshmallows in the air and trying to catch them in their mouths. Ollie couldn’t quite seem to get the knack of it, but Bronx was like a machine!
I bet Pete taught him that little trick.
“Sorry, but I think you should read this.”
He passed me the letter that he had opened up, it was written by hand by someone with messy handwriting.
I started reading.
Post office box 23112
Manhattan Direct
Wednesday 21st February
Dear Peter,
For a long time, you were a great hero of mine and my sister. We even had a Pete Wentz appreciation day on your birthday…but then again we did do that for almost everyone.
We both went to almost every single one of your concerts when you came to town. But one year, she had to go alone. I thought she would never be so silly as o go to a concert by herself, but it seemed that was only the beginning of her rebellion.
You see the thing is Pete, she wasn’t actually my real sister, infact, and we weren’t / aren’t even related.
But I love her and I miss her like a real sister should. I haven’t seen her for nearly five years now and I know that she wrote to you before she disappeared.
She always did strange things like that.
Wrote to people that would never reply…unless they had a reason to.
I suppose if I saw her on the street tomorrow I wouldn’t recognize her at all.
IF you know anything, please write back to me. I don’t expect a reply, but at least let her know that I am looking for her.
Life is hard without the people you love. Imagine losing your wife for instance… not that there should ever be a reason for this happening.
You were a great hero of mine Pete, but I am serious about finding my sister. I will do anything to get her home. She has lost so much that she doesn’t even know of yet and if you try and hide her and your secret from the world forever, someone might just uncover pieces of skeletons that have been hiding in your closet.
You might want to clean it out before it’s too late…
Once a fan always a fan…
C.H
“What the fuck indeed.” I said under my breath.
He only looked at me as you would to a suspect.
“What?”
“It’s obviously talking about you! Who is this person?” he growled.
“WHAT! No way, my sister and I never even got on that well. She was happy when I left; it meant no one would be enforcing rules on her.”
He ripped the letter from me and stabled his finger at it “actually we weren’t / aren’t even related” he quoted from the letter.
“I have no idea who would send you something like this! What makes you so sure that its about me!!!”
“Trixi! Are you blind? How can you not see what is written in plain English!? ‘she wrote to you before she disappeared’ ‘haven’t seen her for almost five years’ what else do you need to tell you that someone is looking for you and they… … they know.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Ollie and Bronx were looking over at us worriedly. Pete and I never argue, never have anything worth arguing about.
“Hey boys, why don’t you go upstairs and play your game again? I and Trixi need to have a grown up talk.”
“Kay, come Ollie! I’ll show you my new trucks!” Bronx dragged him off upstairs and Pete looked daggers at me.
“What is your problem?!” I asked annoyed, it was a letter that didn’t make any sense to me whatsoever.
“What is my problem!? Whats your problem? You can't see this? You can't see that C.H knows that there is ‘a reason’ that Ashlee would leave me, she knows that you wrote to me before you ‘disappeared’. Who knew at the time? Who did you talk to?”
he ran a and through his hair and stared at me.
”I don’t know Pete! I can't answer that. It was so long ago—oh my goodness, Crystal.”
I picked the letter up and read it all again.
No way. This wasn’t going to happen. There was no way she had tracked us down, she knew as well as I did when I posted that letter that I was going to leave weather or not I received a reply. She didn’t know at the time though. She didn’t know that I was pregnant; I had only told mum and dad.
She was right, she was supposed to be staying with me and Jackson that night of the concert but she couldn’t make it down that week. But she came to stay a few weeks after that, which was when I went home with her back up north after I had taken the test and been to see the doctor and everything after I hadn’t been feeling well.
“Oh my goodness, it’s my friend Crystal that I went to school with. She wrote this letter. She’s in Manhattan?”
“Will she tell? Will she say anything to anyone? Will she really try to hunt you down?”
I thought back.
What I remembered of Crystal was that she was a quiet person, kept herself to herself except when she was with friends. She turned into a different person who had views and opinions and likes and dislikes and yes, I did believe she would try to track me down.
But she would only ever threaten to ruin someone’s life. Right? We joked about killing people and standing in for them and ruining their career. We were a right pair of nutters, hell we even had a plan to bring down Demi Lovato. But she would never ruin one of her heroes.
I stared back at Pete and shook my head.
“No, no… maybe. I don’t believe she would say anything. You really were one of our heroes you know, she’s not evil… I hope.” How well did I know her after five years of not knowing her?
“What are we going to do Pete?” I said worriedly,
He shrugged, “I have no idea. But I don’t like it. Maybe you… maybe you should write back to her. That way she knows I got the letter.”
I shook my head, “I don’t know Pete, it might not be as easy as replying to a fan letter. If she knows that you got the letter, well I bet she remembers where she sent it to.”
”Wait! How did she get the address? She sent it to my mailbox in town.”
I chewed my thumb nail. I didn’t want this happening; this is not what I wanted to happen. I hoped that I could have hid out here forever, no questions asked.
HA! That was wishful thinking if I ever knew it.
“I don’t think that we should panic about this. Maybe I will write back.” just to shut you up about it. I will not be found and dragged back to that mad country.
“Yeah, but don’t say anything, just find out what she knows.”
I nodded, “I just hope that she is working alone. That no one else potentially knows our secret.”
Pete nodded and sipped at his coffee.
All night I thought of that letter. What if crystal knew the truth? Would she actually let the world know about my son? Would she really bring down the guy that gave her decent headphone material because of it? Whatever she wanted I was ready to give it to her… unless it meant me going back.
If that’s what she wanted then Pete could make the decision, for Ollie’s sake I hoped he would make the best one.
I wouldn’t let it get that far anyway, I couldn’t!
Pete had done so much for me when he didn’t have to. No one would have believed me anyway even if I had told them the truth, I would barely be able to claim a cent from him and besides I couldn’t have been able to afford the lawyers or anything to stay in the USA, I would have been deported before anyone ever found out.
Whatever Crystal wanted from me I was going to find out, and whatever she knew, she was never going to have the chance to speak it.
Ever.
I woke up the next morning groggy eyed and ready to roll over and go back to sleep. I felt a strange woozy feeling and almost threw up over my bed, but I lay back and in a second the wave of nausea passed.
I made Ollie his egg soldiers and toast. While he was eating I was rushing around doing my hair, having a shower and all of the pre-leaving-the-house duties when the phone rang.
I picked it up and answered it snappishly.
“Hello?”
“Trixi?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Trixi! Oh my, I didn’t expect to find you so fast. What… Where…Who… How have you been?”
My blood froze.
“Who is this and how did you get this number?”
She paused on the end of the line. “Did you get my letter?”
My heart thumped loudly in my chest. What should I say? What should I do?
“Crystal?”
“So you did find out it was me! Wow Trixi look, I think you should know… something happened to Jackson after you left—”
“Crystal, do me a favor. Don’t try and contact me again.”
I hung the phone up and grabbed my bag.
Why did Jackson matter so much? He was my junkie guitarist boyfriend that I left behind. He was in the past with my family, and with Crystal. I didn’t care; I just wanted to live my life with my son.
“Honey? Are you done eating, quickly we’re going to be late.”
Ollie ran to me. I almost threw him over my shoulder in my haste to get out the door.
I strapped him in his seat and we sped out of the parking lot quickly, and not in the direction of Ollie’s kindergarten.
But after I dropped him off I did not head back into my side of LA for work.
No.
I was heading to the north side of LA. I relied on bare memories of how to get there and looked for signs that I might have remembered,
Eventually, I pulled through a set of gates that felt very familiar after swearing at the woman in the voice box that spoke to me when I pulled up.
I wasn’t going to let this get to Pete or me any more.
If I was going to stop being tracked down, I was going to go to the big guns.
“Look woman, if you just go up stairs and get him I’m sure that we can resolve this just let me inside so I can speak to him.” I tried to push past the Spanish house keeper but it was hopeless, she stood like an armed guard at the front door, so I screamed past her instead.
“GABRIEL YOU GET OUT OF BED RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR I’M COMING UP TO GET YOU!”
The Spanish woman pushed me back outside.
“Ningún fallo, perdón, yo no puedo permitir que usted hasta vea a Senior Saporta. Regrese posterior por favor.” She mouthed off in rapid Spanish to me.
“If you just go up and get him, I’m sure he’ll tell you that it’s fine to let me up!”
“¿No! ahora le puede deja por favor la propiedad antes que llame a la policía?”
“I don’t un-der-stand you!” I said very slowly in her face. “GABE!!!” I screamed, “GABE GET DOWN HERE OR SO HELP ME GOD—”
He showed his face around the corner, half naked in only his boxer shorts and drinking a beer.
“Su bueno Señorita, dejó entrar a la señora loca.” He said to the woman with a sneaky smile on his face.
I shook my head and waved a finger at him dangerously. “I was so close to climbing up the spouting.”
”Ha! I would have loved to see that!” he said to me and then “¿Puede hacer por favor usted una cafetera de café para mí y para mi amiga loca?” to his maid.
She muttered under her breath “Mujer loca! su afortunado que escupo no en el café sólo porque usted lo bebe Señor Saporta. Humph!” She bustled out of the way and off into one of the exits.
“You’re lucky that I’m going to drink that coffee as well.” He said walking off, I let myself in and closed the door behind me and followed Gabe into a sitting room where he sprawled out on the couch and looked up at me.
“What can I do ya for at this hour?” he asked taking a drink of beer.
“Gabe, I need your help. I wouldn’t come to you if I wasn’t desperate.”
“Oh, gee thanks, you know, if you say that to a guy you’re bound to hurt his mojo.” He laughed.
“I’m serious Gabe!”
He sat up and patted the seat next to him.
“Tell sister gabby your problems.”
I sat down next to him, and breathed out deeply.
“I’ve been found Gabe, I’m worried they are going to try and make me go back to New Zealand, it’s the last thing I need right now, not with Ollie so close to starting at elementary and work and everything else on my plate so far.”
He looked shocked, “Tinkerbelle has some buried skeletons? Whoa, that is intense.”
“Aquí usted va a Señor. la taza izquierda de té es suya, la marca segura ella toma el otro” She said as she entered the room, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of us and giving me an evil stare.
“Gracias fallo, yo me aseguraré ella hace” Gabe answered laughing as she left the room.
.once she was gone, he quickly picked up the cup on the right hand side and looked in it, he even ran his finger around the brim. “Huh, maybe she was only joking.” He put the cup back down and poured us both a coffee. He ignored my worried, confused stare and passed me a cup.
I was tempted to sniff it before I drank it.
But I didn’t, instead I took a sip and then placed it back on its saucer on the table.
“My skeletons have come to life and they’ve tracked me down. They called me this morning Gabe!”
Ever since I met Gabe, I always felt like he was a replacement brother, the bad influence that always seemed to get me in trouble, but he had always been the one I went to if I needed help. This was the first time I had needed help from Gabe, oh and the other time that I was stuck in Mexico.
“So you need money?”
“No.”
“Drugs?”
“No!
“A hit-man?” he offered, casually joking, I think.
“NO! Gabe, I just need to know how to get them off my trail.”
He thought about it, rubbing his shadowed jaw.
“Hey! I’ve got a brilliant idea!” his eyes bulged the way they did when he had a dumb idea “why don’t you move to Egypt and not tell anyone!”
I didn’t even bother to smile.
“Gabe, I am being absolutely legitimately serious here, if you’re not going to help me…” I got up to leave.
“Whoa… whoa hey sit down; I’ll be for real now. Sit down.” He pulled on my wrist and I took my seat again.
“Ok, so first. You have to change you’re communication lines. Get a new number, change your post office box, you know, the obvious.”
I nodded, “uh-huh, but what happens when they know where you live? Where you work?” I was preparing for the future… just incase things got ugly.
“Again, obvious, move out, and switch jobs.”
“Is that it? Is it really that simple?”
He shrugged, “sometimes, these things are only as hard as you want to make them.”
I sat back and thought about it. Maybe Gabriel was right… I was making too bigger deal out of this.
“So you and Bilvy huh? Man, now I owe Chislet a hundred bucks, if you could have lasted just one more week…”
The jug steamed hotly and the button clicked up. I tossed my magazine onto the elegant marble bench top and poured the hot water into four mugs; coffee, coffee and hot chocolate for the boys.
The domestic WWIII was over and Pete said that it was safe for us both to be back on Simpson-Wentz turf.
She didn’t like it though.
“Drinks are ready!” I called to a seemingly empty kitchen, a heartbeat later Ollie came screaming into the kitchen dressed like an Indian with feathers in his hair and paint on his face, Bronx was a second behind brandishing a plastic sword and punching his plastic armor.
Pete came through the opposite kitchen door, a parcel in his hands and three envelopes.
I put the boys’ drinks in front of them on the table.
“Thanks mum!” Was Ollie’s little thanks.
“Thank you Trixi,” Said Bronx who never failed to use his manners.
“Not a problem sweeties, careful though it’s hot.”
I walked back to the counter and slid Pete his coffee to where he was sitting on a stool. I stood t drink mine.
“Thanks Trix.” He ripped open the first letter.
He looked different today to what he did the other day. Today he looked like a happy man, like a happy father.
It made me think of my own father and how every night he would fall asleep on the couch in front of the TV with a peaceful smile on his face. He only ever wanted me to be happy, but the day that I broke the news to my parents that I was expecting was the day that I felt like my dad hated me.
It was mainly his disapproval which drove me from the country. My mother influenced the rest of my decisions, she was a bitch about the whole entire thing and it was her that probably told my dad to give up on me.
I would never forgive her for turning me away like that.
“What the fuck is this?”
I frowned, “Pete…” I glanced over to the boys, they hadn’t heard a thing they were too busy tossing marshmallows in the air and trying to catch them in their mouths. Ollie couldn’t quite seem to get the knack of it, but Bronx was like a machine!
I bet Pete taught him that little trick.
“Sorry, but I think you should read this.”
He passed me the letter that he had opened up, it was written by hand by someone with messy handwriting.
I started reading.
Post office box 23112
Manhattan Direct
Wednesday 21st February
Dear Peter,
For a long time, you were a great hero of mine and my sister. We even had a Pete Wentz appreciation day on your birthday…but then again we did do that for almost everyone.
We both went to almost every single one of your concerts when you came to town. But one year, she had to go alone. I thought she would never be so silly as o go to a concert by herself, but it seemed that was only the beginning of her rebellion.
You see the thing is Pete, she wasn’t actually my real sister, infact, and we weren’t / aren’t even related.
But I love her and I miss her like a real sister should. I haven’t seen her for nearly five years now and I know that she wrote to you before she disappeared.
She always did strange things like that.
Wrote to people that would never reply…unless they had a reason to.
I suppose if I saw her on the street tomorrow I wouldn’t recognize her at all.
IF you know anything, please write back to me. I don’t expect a reply, but at least let her know that I am looking for her.
Life is hard without the people you love. Imagine losing your wife for instance… not that there should ever be a reason for this happening.
You were a great hero of mine Pete, but I am serious about finding my sister. I will do anything to get her home. She has lost so much that she doesn’t even know of yet and if you try and hide her and your secret from the world forever, someone might just uncover pieces of skeletons that have been hiding in your closet.
You might want to clean it out before it’s too late…
Once a fan always a fan…
C.H
“What the fuck indeed.” I said under my breath.
He only looked at me as you would to a suspect.
“What?”
“It’s obviously talking about you! Who is this person?” he growled.
“WHAT! No way, my sister and I never even got on that well. She was happy when I left; it meant no one would be enforcing rules on her.”
He ripped the letter from me and stabled his finger at it “actually we weren’t / aren’t even related” he quoted from the letter.
“I have no idea who would send you something like this! What makes you so sure that its about me!!!”
“Trixi! Are you blind? How can you not see what is written in plain English!? ‘she wrote to you before she disappeared’ ‘haven’t seen her for almost five years’ what else do you need to tell you that someone is looking for you and they… … they know.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Ollie and Bronx were looking over at us worriedly. Pete and I never argue, never have anything worth arguing about.
“Hey boys, why don’t you go upstairs and play your game again? I and Trixi need to have a grown up talk.”
“Kay, come Ollie! I’ll show you my new trucks!” Bronx dragged him off upstairs and Pete looked daggers at me.
“What is your problem?!” I asked annoyed, it was a letter that didn’t make any sense to me whatsoever.
“What is my problem!? Whats your problem? You can't see this? You can't see that C.H knows that there is ‘a reason’ that Ashlee would leave me, she knows that you wrote to me before you ‘disappeared’. Who knew at the time? Who did you talk to?”
he ran a and through his hair and stared at me.
”I don’t know Pete! I can't answer that. It was so long ago—oh my goodness, Crystal.”
I picked the letter up and read it all again.
No way. This wasn’t going to happen. There was no way she had tracked us down, she knew as well as I did when I posted that letter that I was going to leave weather or not I received a reply. She didn’t know at the time though. She didn’t know that I was pregnant; I had only told mum and dad.
She was right, she was supposed to be staying with me and Jackson that night of the concert but she couldn’t make it down that week. But she came to stay a few weeks after that, which was when I went home with her back up north after I had taken the test and been to see the doctor and everything after I hadn’t been feeling well.
“Oh my goodness, it’s my friend Crystal that I went to school with. She wrote this letter. She’s in Manhattan?”
“Will she tell? Will she say anything to anyone? Will she really try to hunt you down?”
I thought back.
What I remembered of Crystal was that she was a quiet person, kept herself to herself except when she was with friends. She turned into a different person who had views and opinions and likes and dislikes and yes, I did believe she would try to track me down.
But she would only ever threaten to ruin someone’s life. Right? We joked about killing people and standing in for them and ruining their career. We were a right pair of nutters, hell we even had a plan to bring down Demi Lovato. But she would never ruin one of her heroes.
I stared back at Pete and shook my head.
“No, no… maybe. I don’t believe she would say anything. You really were one of our heroes you know, she’s not evil… I hope.” How well did I know her after five years of not knowing her?
“What are we going to do Pete?” I said worriedly,
He shrugged, “I have no idea. But I don’t like it. Maybe you… maybe you should write back to her. That way she knows I got the letter.”
I shook my head, “I don’t know Pete, it might not be as easy as replying to a fan letter. If she knows that you got the letter, well I bet she remembers where she sent it to.”
”Wait! How did she get the address? She sent it to my mailbox in town.”
I chewed my thumb nail. I didn’t want this happening; this is not what I wanted to happen. I hoped that I could have hid out here forever, no questions asked.
HA! That was wishful thinking if I ever knew it.
“I don’t think that we should panic about this. Maybe I will write back.” just to shut you up about it. I will not be found and dragged back to that mad country.
“Yeah, but don’t say anything, just find out what she knows.”
I nodded, “I just hope that she is working alone. That no one else potentially knows our secret.”
Pete nodded and sipped at his coffee.
All night I thought of that letter. What if crystal knew the truth? Would she actually let the world know about my son? Would she really bring down the guy that gave her decent headphone material because of it? Whatever she wanted I was ready to give it to her… unless it meant me going back.
If that’s what she wanted then Pete could make the decision, for Ollie’s sake I hoped he would make the best one.
I wouldn’t let it get that far anyway, I couldn’t!
Pete had done so much for me when he didn’t have to. No one would have believed me anyway even if I had told them the truth, I would barely be able to claim a cent from him and besides I couldn’t have been able to afford the lawyers or anything to stay in the USA, I would have been deported before anyone ever found out.
Whatever Crystal wanted from me I was going to find out, and whatever she knew, she was never going to have the chance to speak it.
Ever.
I woke up the next morning groggy eyed and ready to roll over and go back to sleep. I felt a strange woozy feeling and almost threw up over my bed, but I lay back and in a second the wave of nausea passed.
I made Ollie his egg soldiers and toast. While he was eating I was rushing around doing my hair, having a shower and all of the pre-leaving-the-house duties when the phone rang.
I picked it up and answered it snappishly.
“Hello?”
“Trixi?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Trixi! Oh my, I didn’t expect to find you so fast. What… Where…Who… How have you been?”
My blood froze.
“Who is this and how did you get this number?”
She paused on the end of the line. “Did you get my letter?”
My heart thumped loudly in my chest. What should I say? What should I do?
“Crystal?”
“So you did find out it was me! Wow Trixi look, I think you should know… something happened to Jackson after you left—”
“Crystal, do me a favor. Don’t try and contact me again.”
I hung the phone up and grabbed my bag.
Why did Jackson matter so much? He was my junkie guitarist boyfriend that I left behind. He was in the past with my family, and with Crystal. I didn’t care; I just wanted to live my life with my son.
“Honey? Are you done eating, quickly we’re going to be late.”
Ollie ran to me. I almost threw him over my shoulder in my haste to get out the door.
I strapped him in his seat and we sped out of the parking lot quickly, and not in the direction of Ollie’s kindergarten.
But after I dropped him off I did not head back into my side of LA for work.
No.
I was heading to the north side of LA. I relied on bare memories of how to get there and looked for signs that I might have remembered,
Eventually, I pulled through a set of gates that felt very familiar after swearing at the woman in the voice box that spoke to me when I pulled up.
I wasn’t going to let this get to Pete or me any more.
If I was going to stop being tracked down, I was going to go to the big guns.
“Look woman, if you just go up stairs and get him I’m sure that we can resolve this just let me inside so I can speak to him.” I tried to push past the Spanish house keeper but it was hopeless, she stood like an armed guard at the front door, so I screamed past her instead.
“GABRIEL YOU GET OUT OF BED RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR I’M COMING UP TO GET YOU!”
The Spanish woman pushed me back outside.
“Ningún fallo, perdón, yo no puedo permitir que usted hasta vea a Senior Saporta. Regrese posterior por favor.” She mouthed off in rapid Spanish to me.
“If you just go up and get him, I’m sure he’ll tell you that it’s fine to let me up!”
“¿No! ahora le puede deja por favor la propiedad antes que llame a la policía?”
“I don’t un-der-stand you!” I said very slowly in her face. “GABE!!!” I screamed, “GABE GET DOWN HERE OR SO HELP ME GOD—”
He showed his face around the corner, half naked in only his boxer shorts and drinking a beer.
“Su bueno Señorita, dejó entrar a la señora loca.” He said to the woman with a sneaky smile on his face.
I shook my head and waved a finger at him dangerously. “I was so close to climbing up the spouting.”
”Ha! I would have loved to see that!” he said to me and then “¿Puede hacer por favor usted una cafetera de café para mí y para mi amiga loca?” to his maid.
She muttered under her breath “Mujer loca! su afortunado que escupo no en el café sólo porque usted lo bebe Señor Saporta. Humph!” She bustled out of the way and off into one of the exits.
“You’re lucky that I’m going to drink that coffee as well.” He said walking off, I let myself in and closed the door behind me and followed Gabe into a sitting room where he sprawled out on the couch and looked up at me.
“What can I do ya for at this hour?” he asked taking a drink of beer.
“Gabe, I need your help. I wouldn’t come to you if I wasn’t desperate.”
“Oh, gee thanks, you know, if you say that to a guy you’re bound to hurt his mojo.” He laughed.
“I’m serious Gabe!”
He sat up and patted the seat next to him.
“Tell sister gabby your problems.”
I sat down next to him, and breathed out deeply.
“I’ve been found Gabe, I’m worried they are going to try and make me go back to New Zealand, it’s the last thing I need right now, not with Ollie so close to starting at elementary and work and everything else on my plate so far.”
He looked shocked, “Tinkerbelle has some buried skeletons? Whoa, that is intense.”
“Aquí usted va a Señor. la taza izquierda de té es suya, la marca segura ella toma el otro” She said as she entered the room, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of us and giving me an evil stare.
“Gracias fallo, yo me aseguraré ella hace” Gabe answered laughing as she left the room.
.once she was gone, he quickly picked up the cup on the right hand side and looked in it, he even ran his finger around the brim. “Huh, maybe she was only joking.” He put the cup back down and poured us both a coffee. He ignored my worried, confused stare and passed me a cup.
I was tempted to sniff it before I drank it.
But I didn’t, instead I took a sip and then placed it back on its saucer on the table.
“My skeletons have come to life and they’ve tracked me down. They called me this morning Gabe!”
Ever since I met Gabe, I always felt like he was a replacement brother, the bad influence that always seemed to get me in trouble, but he had always been the one I went to if I needed help. This was the first time I had needed help from Gabe, oh and the other time that I was stuck in Mexico.
“So you need money?”
“No.”
“Drugs?”
“No!
“A hit-man?” he offered, casually joking, I think.
“NO! Gabe, I just need to know how to get them off my trail.”
He thought about it, rubbing his shadowed jaw.
“Hey! I’ve got a brilliant idea!” his eyes bulged the way they did when he had a dumb idea “why don’t you move to Egypt and not tell anyone!”
I didn’t even bother to smile.
“Gabe, I am being absolutely legitimately serious here, if you’re not going to help me…” I got up to leave.
“Whoa… whoa hey sit down; I’ll be for real now. Sit down.” He pulled on my wrist and I took my seat again.
“Ok, so first. You have to change you’re communication lines. Get a new number, change your post office box, you know, the obvious.”
I nodded, “uh-huh, but what happens when they know where you live? Where you work?” I was preparing for the future… just incase things got ugly.
“Again, obvious, move out, and switch jobs.”
“Is that it? Is it really that simple?”
He shrugged, “sometimes, these things are only as hard as you want to make them.”
I sat back and thought about it. Maybe Gabriel was right… I was making too bigger deal out of this.
“So you and Bilvy huh? Man, now I owe Chislet a hundred bucks, if you could have lasted just one more week…”
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