More, More, More...

We have a while before I have to switch to the "new" story (that I told Vortican about...). I'll probably do a post about highschool within the next week (when stuff like pictures of Oakland are taken...)

BUT till then, more Kristy's story. And, c'mon guys!!!, I NEED A NAME!!!

I slipped into a nightgown and was surprised at just how exhausted I was. I fell in and out of sleep anyway and woke up before five. I took my shabby bathrobe and bundled myself in it and went downstairs.
“Oh, I didn’t think anyone was awake besides me.” I gasped and turned, but it was only Jack. “Do you want some coffee?” he asked. I nodded.
“How did you get here so early?” I asked, leaning on his mother’s kitchen counter.
“I sometimes sleep on the couch, when mum let’s me,” he explained. “Besides, Chief told me I was supposed to stay. What do you want?”
“Milk and two sugars,” I replied. “I feel like I’m intruding. Does your mum do this often?”
“She used to, back when dad was alive,” he said, stirring the coffee. “Dad would bring all manner of people – criminals and judges, too – home and somehow they all behaved. They said it was because my mum didn’t take nonsense.”
“I’m sure,” I said wryly.
“She didn’t,” Jack said honestly. “Never, ever.”
“Hmmm,” I said, mocking thoughtfulness. “At least Allan won’t get spoiled here.” He laughed. “I’m serious. Alice would… Oh Alice.”
“C’mon, the hospital’s open now,” Jack said. “Mum’s got a telephone for emergencies, so you can call ‘em. See how Ms. Brown is.” He got up and called the hospital up on the telephone.

“Hello?”
“Hello, I’m calling to inquire about Ms. Alice Brown,” I said, trying to be really nice. “About her condition.”
“And who is inquiring?”
“Ms. Kristy Clare,” I answered.
“Okay. Ms. Brown is in stable condition.”
“And?” I asked.
“I can’t disclose this information with anyone but the family. I’m sorry, have a nice day.” Then I heard her place the telephone back.


I sighed, somewhat disappointed.
“I don’t think they’ll let me see her,” I whispered. A tear fell from my cheek and I whipped it away quickly.
“What’s that?” Jack asked, handing me a hot cup of coffee.
“Thanks,” I said. He nodded. “I said that I don’t think they’ll let me see Alice ‘cause I’m not family.” I gulped the coffee down.
“I’m sorry ‘bout that,” he said, smiling gently.
“It’s alright,” I replied.
“Hey, there,” Andy Mercy said, coming down the stairs. “Your mum’s coming down the front steps, Stork.” Andy poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Morning, Andy,” I smiled.
“Morning, Ms. Clare,” Andy smiled.
“Jack! Get over here!” Mrs. Wilson cried. Jack rolled his eyes; patted Andy’s back and left.
“Where you from, Andy?” I asked.
“I’m from the slums,” he answered. He got up and poured himself some coffee. We clinked cups.
“’Morning, Andy, Kristy,” Mrs. Wilson hollered, coming into the kitchen. “How are you two on this fine and dandy morning?”
“I’m well, Mrs. Wilson,” I smiled. “What about you? Is there anything I can do to help around here?”
“Don’t worry about doing nothing, Kristy,” Mrs. Wilson said, rubbing my shoulders. “We’re all family here, so eventually I’ll use you for somethin’. And call me Emilia, or Em, please.”
“I’m sure there’s something I can do around here,” I said, eager to help. If this woman was going to risk her life to save me, the least I could do was some household chores. “The dishes maybe?”
“Maybe, Kristy,” Emilia laughed. “Maybe.”


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