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ARROW - 235. Chapter 235
Leaving the Home was getting harder and harder for me. Those children need love, a touch, a funny word, a kiss on their head, and a hug it meant a lot to them but to me, it was the richest feeling a person could ever have.
Arriving home, the kids got into their sleeping clothes, the two oldest girls didn’t want to sleep on the floor, so I let them sleep in the girl's room on the first floor.
The boys and Richie’s little girl, sat around the fake log fire, as we told stories while eating peanuts. I introduced them to Pierre’s peanut story. Now we all shared our peanut. They with me, me with them, and they with each other. I thought a thank you to Pierre, we now have a family tradition.
As time passed on, sleeping bags began to fill up. For me, it was story time. I started to read about Daniel Boone. I don’t think I got through the first chapter before they had fallen asleep. I was sitting on the floor when Ronnie and Richie entered with a very drunken French boy. I pointed to the bedroom, and that was the last I saw of Richie until morning.
“Dad, let’s talk.”
So we went to the kitchen, and I started making coffee. “What happened?” Somehow I knew something happened and it wasn’t good.
“Finding the hotel was easy, but parking was expensive. I think Pop should invest in a parking garage. We walked up to the desk and asked where Pierre’s company’s meeting was being held. We were here to drive our brother home. At first, the desk clerk said he wasn’t sure. Richie said he wanted to speak to the manager, he was a lawyer and if he didn’t get the manager in the next 5 minutes, he would sue the hotel.”
I looked at Richie, 5’7” versus Ronnie 6’3”. If I was that clerk I would probably have to go to the bathroom. Richie would need words but Ronnie would just need to glare at anyone and they would feel intimidated.
“The manager came asking if there was a problem. Richie told him they were here to pick up their brother and wanted to know where the dinner meeting was being held.”
I started to laugh visualizing the manager listening to Richie while looking at Ronnie.
“The manager looked at the clerk. He told him to help these gentlemen find their brother. Dad, Richie, and I started to speak to each other in French. Then we switched to Spanish followed by Italian. The Italian did it, I never saw a man move as fast. Richie and I decided we would speak in Italian the rest of the time we were there. I don’t understand why they gave us a hard time.”
“Look at how we are dressed. A fancy hotel, we are wearing jeans, tennis shoes, that had seen better days, and sweatshirts.”
“The clerk took us to the third floor and pointed to a door. Then took off. We walked to the door, and opened it, you wouldn’t believe your eyes. There were cocktail waitresses in very brief costumes offering drinks. Come to think of it, I didn't see any food. Did you, Rich?“
"There was a tray of small sandwiches on a table by the Dias but I wouldn’t want to eat them.”
“Sitting in a corner, with two other men, was our Pierre. Something didn’t look right. So Rich went over and interrupted them. I watched standing about 2 feet away. I could hear and they wanted Pierre to sign something. Rich sat on Pierre’s lap and asked the men if they were gay. One guy reached in his coat, I broke his arm. He was reaching for a gun. The other guy jumped up and fell to the ground. Something hit him and he was out. This guy comes over, drunk, I assumed he was the head guy. He looked at the two guys, looked at Rich, and was going to say something when the police arrived. It seemed our clerk hung around and called the police. When the police arrived Rich showed them a card. Dad, you won’t believe them one of the police recognized me from my football days. He wanted my autograph. Now the manager shows up, I wish I had a camera. Rich pulled out this fancy phone and started taking pictures. Switching to French we get Pierre to stand up, and check his wallet, he was missing all of his money. I picked up the guy from the floor, took his wallet, and removed all of the French money. My cop friend wanted to know what I was doing. I told him Pierre was my brother and this money was his. I looked at the other guy he handed me his wallet, he had a few French bills. Then Rich wanted the paper they were trying to get Pierre to sign. He said he didn’t have any papers. I took him by the collar of his suit coat and tore the coat in half. The cop said he didn’t see anything. Inside the left inside pocket were the papers. I started to laugh, the signature Pierre signed was Christian Arnaud.”
“I scan the papers it was ownership of his cottage that Christian was remodeling. Dad, we stopped at the hospital on the way here, Louis took a blood sample and said he would have results tomorrow. Now I’m tired and going home.”
“Wait, I’ll walk with you.”
The boys left, Colin was in bed and so was I.
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