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This chapter is certainly a wow chapter for what we have learned. Will we find out what the Prince, now emperor, has to tell us in the epilogue??? Bartos...tread lightly understanding what you are facing...

Tarquin will soon find out his control over Orel is kaput...Orel is 18; while he may be on a spectrum, he's certainly able to care for himself. With that 'little performance' in the study, Tarquin just signed on to an ignominious, spectacular ending. Safe to say, our heroes need to lie low, quietly setting their traps, and let their nemesis think all is well and going according to his "plans"...DO NOT give him andy reason to suspect something is afoot....

I had to go with angry, and that anger justifiably is justifiably directed to the A-HOLE Tarquin...That a ledger was kept itemizing the PI's findings while following Finn, wants me to think if the A-Hole is/was responsible for the deaths of Finn's parents, he will have kept a record of it as his narcissism would demand no less....I'm reminded of a poem by Emily Dickinson. As a side note, critics of this poem often note that the poet is a reporter observing a murder...make of it what you will...to me the first stanza speaks volumes... A Bird came down the Walk by Emily Dickinson A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass. He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad, They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home Than oars divide the ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or butterflies, off banks of noon, Leap, splashless, as they swim. #OrelFinn #LydiaOliver + Mrs Patel

#OrelFinn #LydiaOliver + Mrs Patel

Went to a boxing match once and saw a hockey game break out....

Phew...looks like I dodged that bullet....

Nice to see Daren has someone watching over his back.... I think hockey has been misnamed...It should reasonably be called Boxing On Ice...

Well...the father boots our knight out the door, followed shortly by his mother, the love of his life is sleeping in eternal rest.. Looks like a great story here! Let me put my thinking cap on...🤔

Best friends make life much more enjoyable!!!

A lovely chapter a delight to read!

Stick to the outline, let's not find ourselves unable to see the forest for the trees...and...Orel ain't no dummy. He's well aware of what his oldest brother is capable of, it becomes a case of just who is controlling who....

Sometimes it's best if you talk to each other, not at each other...

While it wouldn't serve the story as plotted, I would have kicked the a-hole in the balls (perhaps the tire iron instead?) and have at him as he was bending over retching....stuffed him in the front seat of his car, emptied the bottle of cheap rotgut all over him, set the car in gear towards the pothole and the bridge, and watch. I'm debating on using a lighter as well... Ok...now that that is out of the way, not that I have any strong feelings...I loved this chapter, knowing the longer term plan makes the most sense...to see the a-hole emasculated in the most public space!!!

And yet, at the end of the day, all Leo is trading is one hell for another and simply a pawn...

To each their own, que sera, sera... Personally, I've never understood tattoos or piercings. To put myself through collage I worked in a jewellery factory. There were a couple of 'old' WW2 veterans who had gotten amazing tattoos that were all but just a mass of faded, indistinct shapes. Learning that over time, that clean crisp tattoo thirty years later, is anything but... I watch friends and younger relatives with the piercings of their lips, nose, and other 'areas' . How uncomfortable it is when my niece tries to blow her nose, or the stud on her cheek gets caught on something...and not that I have any strong felings one way or the other, but nipple piercings...uggg!!! As to a PA, one of God's most marvelous creations, to me needs no improvement or desecration...however, que sera, sera!!!

In the small town I grew up in, we had what we called the Spagetto. One of the largest woolen processing mills was built in the late 1890s and early 1900s. Labor to fill the employment needs was originally from the owner's home country, England. As the mill expanded, additional labor was required, and our town experienced an influx of Central Europeans and Italians. The mill owners built company housing, and while I was growing up through high school, it was like a miniature United Nations. Surprisingly, we all got along well, and visiting friends' homes was an education in itself. The hospitality and food are something I will never forget. Stunad is Italian for someone who is out of tune, dazed, or simply clueless...another favorite was minchia, meaning WTF, surprise, appreciation, or when something goes wrong. Not to be used in 'polite' company...Cazzo is the masculine form... And as a side note, it is zero degrees F this morning, Saturday will be even colder, and Sunday to Monday will bring a significant snowstorm. I've got my largest Tropical shirts out, large enough to go over my winter jacket. Just to remind one and all spring, your fall, is coming!!!

Finished reading this last night and it is a powerful short story of unexpected consequences...quite frankly, I could see this short story expanding!!!

When I am reincarnated, I'm joining this class!!! This short story has legs and can we have more please and thanks!!

What a great short story, compact and rich in details...simply well done and leaving readers hungry for more!!!

A wonderful story of love lost and love gained, that perseverance is its own reward. That reinventing oneself after a tragedy opens up a future of possibilities!

Satin/Satan...tomato/tomahto

My menory fails me but...the babies...will we see the babies??? Or are they from another story???