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Aug. 4th, 2005 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoure“Once More into the Breach”
The morning came without any evidence that the world had become any better than the horrible place the Agamemnon’s knew it to be.
Then the phone rang, and he knew it was going to start.
“We got newspaper people here,” Tooley said with the voice of a deer caught in the headlights.
“Tell ‘em ‘No Comment’ about on going investigations.”
“The Mayor is doing a press conference and he wants you to be there.”
“If Sebastian Freemont wants to make a damn fool of himself, that’s his do. I got no cause to talk to the press,” Said Hannibal angrily.
“He’s getting pressure from the state,” The Deputy almost whined, “And he’s putting pressure on me. Ya’ gotta help me, Pappy.”
“I gotta do nothing but love my wife, complain and take an occasional cra . . .”
His lovely wife had hit him on the back of the head with a towel.
He looked at her and then returned his attention to the phone.
“Tell him I’ll be there, but I don’t promise to take part.”
“Thank you Pappy,” The man on the other end of the line gushed.
Hannibal slammed the phone down and finished dressing. Not that you could call it dressing, since he wore the same clothes he wore every day that his wife didn’t have them in the washer/dryer. Those times he walked around the house in his underwear.
“What are you going to say?” His wife asked.
“How do I know what I'll say? What can I say?” He started on full attack, and then he thought about how he really felt, “That the world is a terrible place and it has begun to impinge on the little piece of paradise we thought we had set aside for our old age?”
“How did Sarah take it?” She said, cuddling close to him.
“How could she? How could anyone take news like that?” He said, looking at the sock he wished he could throw away, but knew he was expected to put on his foot. “No human should have to carry that much pain.”
He sat up with anger, “And no son of a bitch should be able to cause that kind of pain.”
A car horn honked out in the yard.
“That’s Tooley,” His mate reported as she looked out the window.
“Once more into the breach, dear friends,” Pappy said as he stood, kissed his wife and started down the stairs. There was a battle waiting for him and he did not relish it.
© 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
