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YESTERDAY'S DREAMS, TOMORROW'S MEMORIES
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Chapter 9
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THE CHAPTERS
"That’s for sure," Jamey Ford stated, "Maybe he was a cop or somethin’. We were only supposed to mess up the property, not hurt anybody. What do you think that Garris guy is gonna say?"
"Just shut your traps, both of you," growled Benjamin "Buzz" Fielding, "What was that guy doing there anyway?"
"He looked too young to be a cop," Mike offered, "Maybe he was related to the old guy that bought those places? He could be a grandson or something."
"Maybe," Buzz agreed, "But when we see Garris, I do all the talkin’."
* * *
Early Saturday morning, Joe Hardy wearily dragged his tired body out of bed. He and his parents had not gotten home from the hospital until almost two in the morning. Joe glanced out his bedroom window and realized that, sometime in the dawn hours, another light coating of snow had covered the ground.
Joe made his way into the bathroom, stared at his reflection in the mirror and then shook his head.
"You look pretty sorry this morning, Hardy," Joe admonished himself with a soft chuckle. He hastily shaved, showered and brushed his teeth. Feeling slightly more human, Joe towel dried his blond hair and quickly ran a comb through the unruly mane. He left the bathroom and pulled on a pair of black jeans that had been draped over his desk chair. He grabbed a teal blue sweatshirt from a drawer, pulling it over his head. He put on socks and his favorite L. L. Bean All-Terrain boots.
Joe planned to head over to the hospital to see his brother. Frank’s head injury had required seven stitches and he had a concussion. Joe sighed. Last night, it had seemed a whole lot worse.
"Morning," Joe greeted his pretty, petite mother as he walked into the kitchen. He noticed that she wasn’t as perky as usual. "Get any sleep last night?"
"Good morning, Sweetie," Laura Hardy smiled, handing Joe a cup of coffee in his favorite ‘Smiley face’ mug, "I did sleep a little."
"Joe? Frank called," Mrs. Hardy said, pushing a plate of eggs in front of Joe, "Dr. Bates is letting him come home this morning. Unfortunately, one of us needs to drive your father to the airport."
"Where’s Aunt Gertrude?" Joe questioned, "Could she drive Dad to the airport?"
"I’m on my way out," Joe’s tall, peppery aunt said, coming into the kitchen, "I have plans for the day that I absolutely can’t change. I promised Mr. Cassidy that I would go over to the houses he plans to convert into retirement apartments and help him decide how many apartments he can put in each one."
Joe grinned and was about to make a comment when he caught his mother’s watchful gaze. Joe smiled, but kept his mouth closed.
"Mom," he said, a few minutes later, "let me pick up Frank. You go with Dad to the airport and see him off. I have something I’ve got to do this morning, and if I leave now, I can get it done before I have to be at the hospital." Joe got up, grabbed his jacket and started for the door.
Laura was about to ask him where he was going, but caught sight of the calendar beside the back door. Today’s date was circled. As the door closed behind her exiting son, she knew Joe was headed for the cemetery. Today was Iola Morton’s 17th birthday.
* * *
"We’re moving?" Luke Martin asked in disbelief, staring at his parents across the breakfast table, "I-I can’t believe this! You just said how wonderful it is here and that this looks like the perfect place to settle down, and now you’re telling me that we’re moving again?"
"Luke, I know you’re upset, but…" Dan Martin began.
"Upset? That doesn’t even begin to cover it!" Luke stormed, "Well, I’ve got an announcement of my own. If you move, I’m not going with you!"
"What? You most certainly will…" Mr. Martin argued, his anger rising like a thermometer’s mercury.
"No Dad!" Luke countered, "I’m eighteen. I’m staying here, even if it means I have to drop out of school and work!" Before his parents could utter another word, Luke rose from the table and, grabbing his coat from the hook by the back door, he walked out into the frigid morning air.
"I won’t leave without Luke," Susan Martin said, looking directly at her husband. She left Dan to contemplate the situation. He looked to the window where Hope sat silently in her wheelchair. For once, the young girl wasn’t smiling. Instead, tears were falling silently down her marred cheeks.
* * *
"That’s the last property that was rented out in the past two weeks," John Diller stated from their observation point across the street, "What’da you want to do, Bianco?"
"Well, well," Bianco responded, gazing toward the two story house, "What have we here?"
"Looks like a teenager with a grudge on his shoulders," Diller replied, following Bianco’s stare.
"Your brilliance floors me,
Diller," Max Bianco sarcastically responded. "If you’d
bothered to read the file, you’d know that Morgan has a teenage kid. We
may have found our man."
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