know the outcome?”
“Yeah, right. That’s a
great plan.”
It was useless trying
to get through to the boy. Harvey just shook his head and returned to his
silent posture in the driver’s seat. A lot of what Buck had to say was correct,
and Harvey knew it. So, the leftover just did what he knew how to do best. Hide
from it. Pretend like the tension wasn’t there. The hope was always that Buck
would come around to understand, and respect, his father for who he was.
Not being a man who
was good with his own emotions, Harvey found it tough to say that he wasn’t
really fighting for the red, white, and blue. That was just a show he put on
for those who fought with him. No. The truth was, he was fighting for Buck, so
that he could have a better life that what was out there now. The road was
still long and with leftovers only getting older, time was running short. But,
he just knew that there would come some point in his lifetime when the rebels
would have a significant victory in this war.
He just hoped it would
come sooner rather than later.
.
09
Sullivan opened the
front door to Mary’s house. He undid the shoulder holster and hung it on the
coat rack to his left. The volume on the TV blared from the living room, to the
point where nobody heard him enter. Through the speakers, Consul Olyphant
talked about how great the USR was and that the public need not fear the
resistance threat. Everything was under control, he said. The more Sullivan
thought about it, the less in control the USR seemed to be. The resistance was
still running rampant out there, destroying USR buildings, and killing Agents.
The investigation into
Reed and his friends had led to nothing after the initial night of
surveillance. Sullivan and his new partner heard nothing but a card game going
on. They obviously had a code of some kind and they did a very good job of
keeping it secret. The truth would come out eventually, Sullivan hoped. One of
them would slip up as they were not experienced in this line of work. They were
factory workers after all. He would have to come up with some type of plan that
didn’t involve Little.
Inside the living room,
Davie’s belly rested on the hardwood floor that had a fresh wax earlier in the
day. His back legs bent straight up, his hands rested underneath his chin, eyes
glued to the TV. He watched with great interest to the nightly press
conference. The living room was full of pictures, family photos, pictures of
Julie and Davie. Conveniently, the pictures with Sullivan had been taken down
and put away.
When he saw his father
walk in, Davie jumped up from his lying position and assaulted Sullivan with a
giant hug around his legs. Sullivan reached down and played with the boy’s
short hair.
“You have a good day?”
Sullivan asked.
“Sure did! It’s better
now that you are here!” Davie replied.
Mary looked up from
the recliner. She had that same look of disappointment on her face that Julie
would give him. When Julie was alive, they never spent much time with Mary and
her husband, Jimmy, who was already in bed. Jimmy worked construction and Mary
stayed at home. After Julie’s death, it became Mary’s job to raise Davie, a job
which Sullivan was reluctant to ask of her. She told him that this wasn’t for
him, but for the boy, and that he needed to find some way to raise Davie the
right way. Raising a child the right way, in this world, that was almost like a
cruel joke.
“Glad to see you grace
us with your presence.” Mary said, turning her attention back to the television
screen.
“Nice to see you, too,
Mary.”
“You taking him home
tonight?”
“I was actually…”
“Fine,” Mary
interrupted. “He can stay here tonight. Again.”
“Thanks.”
There was nothing
harder in this world than looking down at little Davie to see that look of
sadness when he couldn’t come home. Sullivan wanted to take Davie home tonight,
more than anything else, but he needed to plan his next moves to get
“Yeah, right. That’s a
great plan.”
It was useless trying
to get through to the boy. Harvey just shook his head and returned to his
silent posture in the driver’s seat. A lot of what Buck had to say was correct,
and Harvey knew it. So, the leftover just did what he knew how to do best. Hide
from it. Pretend like the tension wasn’t there. The hope was always that Buck
would come around to understand, and respect, his father for who he was.
Not being a man who
was good with his own emotions, Harvey found it tough to say that he wasn’t
really fighting for the red, white, and blue. That was just a show he put on
for those who fought with him. No. The truth was, he was fighting for Buck, so
that he could have a better life that what was out there now. The road was
still long and with leftovers only getting older, time was running short. But,
he just knew that there would come some point in his lifetime when the rebels
would have a significant victory in this war.
He just hoped it would
come sooner rather than later.
.
09
Sullivan opened the
front door to Mary’s house. He undid the shoulder holster and hung it on the
coat rack to his left. The volume on the TV blared from the living room, to the
point where nobody heard him enter. Through the speakers, Consul Olyphant
talked about how great the USR was and that the public need not fear the
resistance threat. Everything was under control, he said. The more Sullivan
thought about it, the less in control the USR seemed to be. The resistance was
still running rampant out there, destroying USR buildings, and killing Agents.
The investigation into
Reed and his friends had led to nothing after the initial night of
surveillance. Sullivan and his new partner heard nothing but a card game going
on. They obviously had a code of some kind and they did a very good job of
keeping it secret. The truth would come out eventually, Sullivan hoped. One of
them would slip up as they were not experienced in this line of work. They were
factory workers after all. He would have to come up with some type of plan that
didn’t involve Little.
Inside the living room,
Davie’s belly rested on the hardwood floor that had a fresh wax earlier in the
day. His back legs bent straight up, his hands rested underneath his chin, eyes
glued to the TV. He watched with great interest to the nightly press
conference. The living room was full of pictures, family photos, pictures of
Julie and Davie. Conveniently, the pictures with Sullivan had been taken down
and put away.
When he saw his father
walk in, Davie jumped up from his lying position and assaulted Sullivan with a
giant hug around his legs. Sullivan reached down and played with the boy’s
short hair.
“You have a good day?”
Sullivan asked.
“Sure did! It’s better
now that you are here!” Davie replied.
Mary looked up from
the recliner. She had that same look of disappointment on her face that Julie
would give him. When Julie was alive, they never spent much time with Mary and
her husband, Jimmy, who was already in bed. Jimmy worked construction and Mary
stayed at home. After Julie’s death, it became Mary’s job to raise Davie, a job
which Sullivan was reluctant to ask of her. She told him that this wasn’t for
him, but for the boy, and that he needed to find some way to raise Davie the
right way. Raising a child the right way, in this world, that was almost like a
cruel joke.
“Glad to see you grace
us with your presence.” Mary said, turning her attention back to the television
screen.
“Nice to see you, too,
Mary.”
“You taking him home
tonight?”
“I was actually…”
“Fine,” Mary
interrupted. “He can stay here tonight. Again.”
“Thanks.”
There was nothing
harder in this world than looking down at little Davie to see that look of
sadness when he couldn’t come home. Sullivan wanted to take Davie home tonight,
more than anything else, but he needed to plan his next moves to get
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