report with an approximate time of death, we can’t
use that as your defense.”
“How
long will it take before that report is out?”
“It
can sometimes take several weeks.”
“Just
great. Do you know who the last person to see him was or who found him?”
“No.
They’re tight-lipped about everything. However, they’re under intense pressure
from the media. In the coming days, they may be forced to send out a press
release that might give us some clues or details of what they have. I think we’ve
done all we can do for now. Good thinking with those emails… We’ll be in touch
tomorrow.”
“Thanks,
Charles,” Bobby and I simultaneously reply then end the call.
“Big
Brother. Thank you for today. I think I’m going to head to bed.”
“Okay,
Sweetie.”
“Before
I turn in, can I get you anything?”
“Just
a hug.”
I wake
the next morning to the smell of Bobby’s special omelet. My tummy grumbles as I
step out of bed.
I take
a quick shower, dress, and head out to see what he is up to.
“Good
morning,” he sings as he carries two plates over to the terrace.
“Hi. You’re
mighty chipper this morning. It’s a welcome change from all of the recent doom
and gloom, though.”
“Well,
Sis. I have something up my sleeve. A plan. I need you to help me,” he says,
holding my hand and ushering me to the table.
“Anything
for you. What?”
“Well,
I have some good news first. My case has been pushed to Monday afternoon, so I
can stay till Sunday evening if you like.”
“Yippee.
Won’t Val miss you?”
“She’s
on call this weekend at the hospital. That’s where you come in. I really wanted
you to meet her first, but I want to ask her to marry me.”
“Really?”
I feel intensely happy at that moment.
“Is
this too much for you right now?”
“No!”
I exclaim. “This is such a welcome distraction, you wouldn’t believe.”
“Great!
Well, if you’re up for it, I was thinking we could probably take a drive to
Reno, and you could help me pick a ring.”
“I’d
love to.”
“Does
it bother you that you haven’t met her?”
“No. I
can see how happy she makes you, and that’s really all that matters. All I care
about is your happiness. Mommy’s the one you need to worry about.”
“Well,
I was thinking since she’s off the next weekend, I could fly down for the
weekend, introduce her to Mom, and propose to her there.”
“Wow.
Mr. Romantic. That’s quite the change from the man-whore I remember.”
Within
an hour, we take the magnificent scenic drive to Reno. Today is a
little on the chilly side, but over the mountains, not a cloud is in the
flawless skies. This place must be lovely when it snows. I hope I get to see it
that way before I have to head back to the catastrophe that awaits me in San
Francisco.
Suddenly,
it dawns on me that there will be a funeral soon, and I wonder if it’s an event
I should be a part of. Should I attend? Would I be welcome? In my heart of
hearts, when I saw Richard that last day and said goodbye, that was honestly my
goodbye. At that time, no part of me ever felt we would get back together. Even
if he were alive, I still would feel that way. However, him being dead,
especially under those circumstances and literally within days or hours, who
knows, of our breakup, I’m not sure what is expected or appropriate.
A
change of scenery snaps me back to the present. As we approach the city limits,
the scene has changed from lush green covered mountains to arid desert.
I’m
sure there are rattlesnakes here, uhhh.
We are
in Nevada. I’ve never been here before, so today is a new experience. One I am
happy to share with my brother. I am thankful for him. I enjoy being driven. I
love my car and I like driving it, but sometimes, especially with everything
that’s been on my mind of late, it’s nice to be chauffeured.
We are
now in the city. My brother can’t contain his excitement. I’ve never seen him
like this — he’s
use that as your defense.”
“How
long will it take before that report is out?”
“It
can sometimes take several weeks.”
“Just
great. Do you know who the last person to see him was or who found him?”
“No.
They’re tight-lipped about everything. However, they’re under intense pressure
from the media. In the coming days, they may be forced to send out a press
release that might give us some clues or details of what they have. I think we’ve
done all we can do for now. Good thinking with those emails… We’ll be in touch
tomorrow.”
“Thanks,
Charles,” Bobby and I simultaneously reply then end the call.
“Big
Brother. Thank you for today. I think I’m going to head to bed.”
“Okay,
Sweetie.”
“Before
I turn in, can I get you anything?”
“Just
a hug.”
I wake
the next morning to the smell of Bobby’s special omelet. My tummy grumbles as I
step out of bed.
I take
a quick shower, dress, and head out to see what he is up to.
“Good
morning,” he sings as he carries two plates over to the terrace.
“Hi. You’re
mighty chipper this morning. It’s a welcome change from all of the recent doom
and gloom, though.”
“Well,
Sis. I have something up my sleeve. A plan. I need you to help me,” he says,
holding my hand and ushering me to the table.
“Anything
for you. What?”
“Well,
I have some good news first. My case has been pushed to Monday afternoon, so I
can stay till Sunday evening if you like.”
“Yippee.
Won’t Val miss you?”
“She’s
on call this weekend at the hospital. That’s where you come in. I really wanted
you to meet her first, but I want to ask her to marry me.”
“Really?”
I feel intensely happy at that moment.
“Is
this too much for you right now?”
“No!”
I exclaim. “This is such a welcome distraction, you wouldn’t believe.”
“Great!
Well, if you’re up for it, I was thinking we could probably take a drive to
Reno, and you could help me pick a ring.”
“I’d
love to.”
“Does
it bother you that you haven’t met her?”
“No. I
can see how happy she makes you, and that’s really all that matters. All I care
about is your happiness. Mommy’s the one you need to worry about.”
“Well,
I was thinking since she’s off the next weekend, I could fly down for the
weekend, introduce her to Mom, and propose to her there.”
“Wow.
Mr. Romantic. That’s quite the change from the man-whore I remember.”
Within
an hour, we take the magnificent scenic drive to Reno. Today is a
little on the chilly side, but over the mountains, not a cloud is in the
flawless skies. This place must be lovely when it snows. I hope I get to see it
that way before I have to head back to the catastrophe that awaits me in San
Francisco.
Suddenly,
it dawns on me that there will be a funeral soon, and I wonder if it’s an event
I should be a part of. Should I attend? Would I be welcome? In my heart of
hearts, when I saw Richard that last day and said goodbye, that was honestly my
goodbye. At that time, no part of me ever felt we would get back together. Even
if he were alive, I still would feel that way. However, him being dead,
especially under those circumstances and literally within days or hours, who
knows, of our breakup, I’m not sure what is expected or appropriate.
A
change of scenery snaps me back to the present. As we approach the city limits,
the scene has changed from lush green covered mountains to arid desert.
I’m
sure there are rattlesnakes here, uhhh.
We are
in Nevada. I’ve never been here before, so today is a new experience. One I am
happy to share with my brother. I am thankful for him. I enjoy being driven. I
love my car and I like driving it, but sometimes, especially with everything
that’s been on my mind of late, it’s nice to be chauffeured.
We are
now in the city. My brother can’t contain his excitement. I’ve never seen him
like this — he’s
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