Early
afternoon. Carol, Kim, Paul and yourself had lunch at Five Guys and when you
returned to the house Mary Lou was waiting in the driveway. Everyone did some
work related to the house this morning. The four of you went out earlier and
looked at lots down at the Olentangy Falls development, about five minutes
south of where you are now (just off Cheshire Road). You are not going to get
much done here, orndorff as there are too many distractions. - Amorella
1531
hours. Carol went to Kroger's to buy more shelf paper. I straightened
everything up so we are ready to leave. We are waiting for the new single bed
for Owen to arrive and be put up. Brennan share the room in his crib for now,
then they buy another twin and get matching backs. For now it will just be
frame, springs and mattress. Kim and Paul's old queen sized bed will go in the
guest room for us to use. Everything is cleaned up and ready to go. Carol just
arrived. We like their rental off Cheshire Road; it'll be just fine for a year
or so.
Let's go to Pouch 18 and see what happens. -
Amorella
Dusk,
and you are home and settled. Carol is talking to Mary Lou on the phone after a
conversation with Kim. Mary Lou kindly donated several rugs for their use in
the rental and Carol helped her bring them up earlier today. - Amorella
2056
hours. Here is what I have of Pouch 18 so far:
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Diplomatic Pouch 18, © working draft, 387w.
"Who
would have ever thought?" uttered Blake Williams quietly.
"Never
in a million years," declared Justin.
"What
does this mean?" asked Pyl.
Justin
quickly rebutted, "Why does it have to mean something, Pyl? Jeez. We are
here just witnessed seeing the dark side of the Moon live."
"There
is a purpose. What do they want from us?" whispered Pyl.
Yermey
seemed to pop up from nowhere, "You ask a good question, Pyl
Burroughs."
"Here
it comes," mumbled Justin unthinkingly.
"What's
that?" smiled Yermey.
Blake
grinned sardonically, "He means Pyl will be direct. She is always direct.
Yermey
chuckled, put his hand on Blake's shoulder and said, "Let's go in here and
sit for a minute. We can talk this out."
The
relatively non-descript empty room had two chairs and a couch roll up into
place for sitting while the ceiling and upper walls created a soft lighting.
Blake enjoyed Yermey's light brotherly touch and said, "All it needs is a
fire lit fireplace to appear from the far wall."
Yermey
laughed softly, saying, "No fireplaces here but I could arrange for one in
your room."
"No,
that's fine."
Pyl
sat on the couch with Justin fitting in beside her, "I don't know what's
fine, Blake. We don't know what this is really about but I assume we are going
to be used by these people."
Justin
realized Pyl hardly knew he was there and comforting is not what she needed. He
off-handedly fell into her mold of feeling, "Pyl's right, Blake. We need
to know more before we get cozy with these people."
"I
appreciate your honesty; really, we all do. Cozy
is not a word I know well. We want you to feel safe and secure. First, we
respect your species. This is the reason we came here. The greater ThreePlanets
family is not happy we have arrived here, and even less so for inviting you
onboard as guests."
Jokingly
Blake mouthed, "Good cop, bad cop."
I
think Friendly might be able to better explain. "I am neither a good cop
or a bad cop. We would like, if you three accept, to have you teach us more
about your culture from a more personal standpoint. We want . . . "
"I
understand you would like some help," interrupted Friendly. "It is
not often Yermey asks anyone for help.
387 words
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