Title: Fateful memories
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast
Author: Kathy
Category: Adventure
Genre: free
Content: Joe remembers an experience from his youth
rights: The characters of this story include Ron Koslow and the Witt Thomas production. The story was pure fun of Series and to write. It is used for commercial purposes. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: This could perhaps a wish come true by Catherine.
late summer 1969:
The cloudless skies and quite warm sunshine in the morning promised a beautiful day. The small, pretty terraced houses with manicured lawns, which is actually more in a small town in the picture as a Big city like New York were fit, and overslept peacefully side by side. The blinds in most houses were left down and not a soul was visible. Only the House of Maxwell is buoyant and the children were getting ready for school.
"Joe, please hurry up a bit. Your sister has already gone and you have not even had breakfast." How did
on command in a fourteen-year-old boy came running upstairs, stormed down the stairs, took the last five stages with a set and appeared once with his mother in the kitchen.
"Mom apologize, forgive, he pressed a kiss on the cheek. "I just had to get my baseball bat. "By the way pushed the boy to a quick breakfast of bread into her mouth and grabbed his school bag." Dad is about a night patrol back? "Played
reproachfully threw mother Maxwell Joe a hard look." No, and if you not soon go, you'll be late to school. "
the baseball bat in one hand, his bag in the other, stood in the door, Joe." Tell Dad, he may miss the game this afternoon. It is important, because this year we show the Ohio Grizzleys, who are the champions! "
mother gave him a light slap on the rump and pointed out." He forgets it and you're certainly not now disappear at last. "Smiling, she looked at her elders. He was a bright lad and he was in this game so much. She knew the boy would one day go the right way. But the moment she set more worried about her husband, who had already freed at last from eight police service should have been at home.
***
None of the teens showed that day right in the Elan School. Nearly all were in my thoughts at the upcoming baseball game of their high school team . The NY-Tigers against Ohio Grizzleys. Last year they had almost completely lost, and this time they wanted to decide the home game in their favor.
Joe looked excited again into the audience, but unfortunately he could not see his father anywhere. Quite disappointed, he played with his cap, when suddenly appeared a girl of behind him.
"Well, you do not exactly the happiest impression. If you want to have to win the game today, you believe it." Leslie, the daughter of the coach, had thrown for quite some time keeping an eye on Joe, and he was not indifferent.
Embarrassed, he smiled at the slender, pretty girl with bright eyes. "We will win today and teach these Grizzleys to fear."
"But ... you've got anything?" Sometimes it was more coach than her father; and penetrating the girl looked at Joe. "Say it."
"Oh, my dad had promised today in the game to be there, but I could not see it yet."
encouragingly, they shoved him.
Then began the game and the Tigers were the Grizzleys do not really come into play. , Before you knew it, they led 5-0 . Some balls were even hit by Joe almost behind the division, so he was surprised that about himself. At the end of the players from Ohio 12:6 lost to the Tigers.
Although Joe was very happy in this moment, for he had hoped through the whole game to find his father among all the people. He knew there must already have had something very important to keep up if he was not there and that's what troubled the boy.
The coach invited after his entire team in to a hearty feast with Coke and hamburgers. Only Joe apologized, he must go home. Before he left, he received congratulations from Leslie with a kiss on the cheek. A bit embarrassed, he blushed and turned away quickly.
***
It was late afternoon when Joe came home. His first glance fell on a foreign car and a patrol car in front of the house of his parents. Most but his father came by train and then walk from work? Where he long ago would have to be at home? Joe somehow felt that something was wrong. With a sluggish, fearful feeling in the stomach, he entered the apartment.
silence covered the room. His mother sat down, buried his face in his hands, in an armchair. stood next to her Steve Andrews, the partner of his father and two men, police officers in plain clothes.
Joe threw inquiring glances from one to another. Fear in his eyes. Very quietly, it escaped his lips. "Mom, where ... where's Dad?"
Only a subdued sobs could be heard. Shortly she lifted her head to the next moment to find support in their hands.
Steve Andrews took a few steps toward the boys. You could see that he found it hard to find the right words. "Joe, your father will not come back." For a moment he stopped, how to draw to itself new force. "He ... he's dead Oh, I'm so terribly sorry, boy."
from Joe's face any more color. His grip on the bat, which he held in his hand, was painfully tighter. In tears, he choked out one word: "What?"
"He was ambushed. Young people, a clique or a gang, we assume. She stole the service weapon, its clock and have hurt him with a knife. The guys have let him bleed to death. Joe does, I'm sorry ..." Andrews hated themselves for this description, but how could he tell the boy then? How could anyone in this situation at all suitable and are mainly words of comfort?
was the first time since Joe just dumb. So when he did everything that was said Andrews, not perceived, as if the whole thing just a bad dream. Only his mother's voice brought him back to reality. With outstretched arms she cried, weeping his name. But Joe would not hear and see nothing. Blind with tears, he ran out the door. Still the baseball bat in hand, he started running, without stopping and without having to turn around.
***
Slowly it began to dawn, when Joe found himself in an area that he was known and unknown at the same time. His path had led him unconsciously in the South Bronx, where there had killed his father simply pointless.
Burnt cars and houses, dirt and trash on every corner. Poverty, violence and poverty that characterized the district of New York.
Some time ago Joe had been to the area. Not directly in this place, but together with his father and especially at a better time. Together they attended a baseball game at the time of the famous NY Yankees, whose stadium was in the vicinity. For
the grievances and human misery in this area had Joe at the time still had no eyes. At that time he was too young. But now, when he wandered through the streets, on rubbish heaps rose and dodging foul smelling rivulets, he felt the eyes of drug addicts and the sometimes neglected children up. Uneasiness and fear came over him. He had walked aimlessly through the streets and no longer knew which way he had to. He looked around for help, but he was on his own.
Instinctively, he followed a kind of main street in the hope of finding the next intersection after a subway station. The light of a street lamp scanty misled him but, first, take a look at a secluded side street, a kind of impasse. Carefully, he went a few steps, stumbled over old junk and then remained rooted to the front of the white, standing on the floor painted outline of a human. Starr, he looked at the chalk marks. If you
here .. his father?
Joe dared not to finish that thought. He was clearly in the South Bronx, but here was the 52nd of district or another? Everything suddenly began to rotate it in his head and haunted memories of his father. Panic, Joe turned around. But just as he wanted to run back to the main road, blocked his three standing figures in the dark path. Joe looked completely confused her. Where did these guys suddenly ago, and above all what they wanted from him? The largest of the three
took a few steps on Joe and the others followed him. Joe stepped back automatically, but could now see their faces. The boys did not look much older than he. One seemed to be Puerto Rican and the other boy was a rather lanky black man. The Great, it was a powerful white man Joe looked dangerous.
order to recognize that he was in a very muddled situation, Joe had to be a clairvoyant. The direct route to the main road was blocked by this boy, on the sides of sheer waste was no way through and back he only had a dark wall. It was hopeless. The only way it was either to fend off his skin, or even an outline in chalk on the asphalt to be. Since
attack was usually the best defense, Joe started at least a vague attempt. He tried to let his voice is as safe as possible. "What is this? What do you want from me?"
"Hey, look at the Yankee Baby" and the Great gave a superior smile in his direction. "The baby can talk and even ask but actually what we want from him."
The Puerto Ricans came to the Side of the Great looked, and, through its Clock. "What a stupid question. What will we do already, at this time? Our fun course."
saw With eyes wide open Joe on the wrist of the boy. Suddenly he felt incredible anger and hatred arise within him. The Clock on the arm of Puerto Rican, he knew only too well, because they had belonged to his father. He had it once for my birthday and so he would recognize a thousand. "You! Clock Where did you get this from?"
"This is surely up to nothing. In your place I'd rather not make so many unnecessary questions." The Great
had followed the call initially silent, but made all at once a dangerous move on to Joe and gave him the next moment a pistol under his nose. "You wanted to know where Rico has the Clock ago why;?. Where we also this gem have her from a dead man who could no longer use this", and he waved Joe around like a toy in front of the face. The only one who did not have all the time from the spot was the young black people. He held a thick, old book under his arm and seemed to have no interest in a debate.
As Joe just took all his courage and his determination to handle the baseball bat was strengthened, suddenly a marrow piercing scream to be heard. This resembled that of an animal, that of a lion. Out of nowhere, suddenly there was a boy with long blond hair. But no, this was no ordinary boy, he was ...? His face looked similar to that of a lion. Light brown fuzz covering most parts of the face and nose, which resembled that of a big cat. The mouth that did not have the form of a man hid a couple of enormous fangs. He could be not much older than the others, but his whole attitude, his charisma unlikely pointed to a lot of strength and maturity.
All four, including Joe stared at the strange boy as an alien. The first to the Black broke out of his trance. His eyes looked more surprised than scared, but still he tried fleeing into the distance. But before he reached the end of the road, suddenly appeared a second foreign, but normal boy, from the darkness and prevent him from disappearing. Between the two there was a slight scuffle.
While Puerto Ricans and the Great stood still always frightened, he took the opportunity to gain better opportunities. With his bat, he gave the big surprise an unerring blow to the arm. Crying out in pain, he dropped the gun. However, Joe was not with the fast reaction of the Puerto Rican expected, with the full force fell on him.
Battleworn fists rained down on him, and he was hardly a chance to defend himself. On the lips, he tasted blood, and the ribs, he felt severe pain. All his forces bidder, he pushed his opponent on his own. For a brief moment he had time to catch his breath and saw the blond boy. With his bare hands, actually more like a paw, he placed the Great, who had again aufgerappelt, out of action. This moment of carelessness, but it was fatal. A strong beat of the Puerto Rican him right in the stomach. The pain it brought tears to the eyes and then he became unconscious.
after first a while came to Joe himself. His head throbbed like a pneumatic drill, every movement hurt, and it was hard to think logically. What had happened and where were the other remained from? When Joe tried a little troublesome to get back on their feet, suddenly appeared on this blonde boy and helped him. Only now Joe was the exceptional appearance of him quite well aware of the fact that he owed him his life. Intrigued, he looked into this unusual face with deep blue eyes that radiated so much warmth and gentleness. Thanks Joe wanted to reach the boy's hand, but he hesitated. It frightened him to touch these furry paw with the claws. Although it been such a simple gesture would be, he could not bring himself to and for that he was ashamed. For a moment the two were just stationary in relation to looking at, until the boy turned to go turned away. Only then came back to life in Joe.
"Hey, wait, please!" The baseball bat from the floor, he ran after him. "Wait, I wanted to thank you."
remained short of the boy and saw Joe questioningly.
"Well," Joe began to stutter a little embarrassed. "You've saved my life, after all, and I wanted to give you my bat."
said the boy was still no word and Joe was a little uncertain. "He is originally from a game the Yankees, and I'm with him today beat the Ohio Grizzleys. Please take it. "
reluctantly took the boy to the club. But when he then held in his hands, he smiled, grateful to Joe happy. From somewhere, someone called out a name and the boy turned quickly. In short, he turned once around, and then followed his friend, who was waiting at the end of the road for him.
a while Joe looked surprised by the two, however, because they disappeared somewhere in the darkness of the impasse. Of the other three types nowhere more to see a track, and now he was alone again. Before he, however, did not have to worry about how he would return home from far away sounded the siren of a police car. Only a moment later the car came around the corner. As first got out of Andrews and ran straight for Joe.
"Boy, we are so worried ... My God, what happened?" Only now
Joe noticed that his clothes torn and covered with blood stains were. He looked down at himself and observed the shoulders, as if nothing happened further. "Just a little argument with Dad ... murderers ..." Then he grew silent in the police car and pulled his eyes one last time, the place where his father had been. It was over and he wanted it all quickly as possible, only forgotten.
***
Today, twenty years later:
scantily In Joe's, but comfortably furnished bachelor apartment had Catherine listened to him all the time still and attentive. When Joe had
invited in the afternoon to a Maxwell special dinner, they did not count on such a night. Basically, they did not know what to expect here, because it was not Joe's way to ask someone home for lunch. First, there was a little strange, but good tasting dish and then he started to tell to stop from beginning to end without.
Now when he had finished his story could, Catherine nothing to say. She was very close to everything. The events of that time did, however, suddenly a way for them, which they never would have dared to hope.
Joe did not know quite what to make of their silence. "Sure, you're angry, Cathy, because I have stolen from you this evening and complained only the ears full. Where the whole thing sounded a bit crazy, too."
"No, Joe, I heard you to be happy, I just do not know ...", she shrugged helplessly. "That your father I am very sorry. I'm sorry for you."
He stood up and gave her something to drink. "My father is now, almost to the day, twenty years dead, I wanted to forget, but after all these years it still hurts the same. I just needed someone to talk to me. "
" Hey, what friends are still there to speak. I thank you that you told me. "
A tired smile was in Joe's face and he was glad that Catherine was with him. Most Catherine employed but Joe's description of this extraordinary boy. Even in his descriptions, it was her have been hard to hide their excitement. It could then only be Vincent, which she was almost certain. But of that she was allowed Joe to say anything. So many years had passed since then, and Joe was not the boy of twenty years ago. Catherine knew that Joe knew it, and both were with both feet firmly on the ground of reality. How would he react now as a grown man on Vincent? Could he accept him as, without questions and without fear? That evening, Joe has not told Catherine Vincent, but still they talked for a long time and went as Cathy, they embraced for a brief moment.
At home, when Catherine was already in bed, had the idea that they followed all night long, is shaped into a fixed idea. It has always been her desire to learn the two most important people in their life know one another and could perhaps be friends. Previously, they had never found a way to get that dream to fulfill. Suddenly, however, fate had made a move and gave her the decision in this game. Regardless of what it would, she could not foresee, but the figures could be a bit closer.
After Catherine had finally fallen asleep, she appeared in a dream so different, these two boys who have become friends can, but were separated by two different worlds. The next morning when she awoke, she knew, however, that it was not too late.
***
"What's going on here?"
DC in the early morning offered Catherine a terrible sight. They had showered her desk with files and hidden somewhere among them, the phone rang.
"Am I now the archives or the trash? Why all this is here with me?" They accused the secretary not to look enthusiastic.
The young woman was only new to the prosecution and therefore still somewhat uncertain. "Well, I was told that this case working with Mr. Maxwell. He is not there, I thought ..." Next they came
with speech not because it was just stand and Catherine burst into Joe's office. It was empty. Shaking his head, she stood in the room. "That should not be true. Where is that guy?" The secretary
had appeared behind Cathy. "I told you he is not there. As far as I know he has taken a few days off."
What was gotten into Joe? He was never free but otherwise, not without at least for a year to take care of before a suitable replacement. It was not his nature to let her sit with all the work alone. Most of all Catherine had told her boss the strong opinion, but he was not even there and that worried her. "All right, let's see how we get that stuff out as quickly as possible from my table."
By the afternoon, they made it together to match almost all the documents to the respective cases. After Cathy on her desk again saw some light, let them work for that day and his work was closing time. A few times she had tried to reach Joe at home, but no one answered the phone. On the way they wanted to quickly look over at him again. Unfortunately, they had no luck as well as a loss and went home Cathy.
***
The days around this time of year were gradually suspiciously shorter, and Catherine had not noticed that it was already dark outside. Surprised, she looked at the clock, as it gently knocked on her balcony door. They still had not reckoned with Vincent, but very glad very glad to see him.
"Hello" and a welcome they gave him a kiss. "Glad you're here. Come on, please."
by her spontaneity was always a little surprised, because Vincent reluctantly. "It's such a beautiful night, but please let's stay out here."
"happy as you want. I'll just quickly a sweater." Shortly she disappeared in her living room and appeared the next moment with a fluffy sweater. Both made themselves comfortable and Cathy snuggled comfortably at Vincent. He played with her hair.
"You came home late yesterday and were then asleep very quickly."
"Why did not you report it?"
"You looked so tired. I wanted not bring up your sleep. "
Catherine smiled to himself." Yes, you're right. I was dog-tired, or I would have even noticed you. In retrospect, she began to tell him about the last night, Joe, by his invitation, and especially its history. Thoughtfully Vincent
heard her and end up with a strange look on his face.
"Vincent remember, do you remember this summer? Were you ever in the South Bronx?" For
Vincent did these experiences and memories very surprising. "It was long ago."
"You mean ... you were ..." Catherine was suddenly very excited. "You know Joe do you know?" What do you yesterday still seemed like a dream was assumed to form at once and moved closer to reality.
For Vincent, it all went a bit fast. He felt her excitement, but wanted to raise false hopes and was looking for the right words. "Please, Catherine, many years have passed since then. Hope you do not too much of a childhood memory. I felt yesterday your inner excitement, your desire for knowledge. But I do not know if it is an opportune time for that."
"But ..." From her voice and her eyes shone disappointment challenging you knew it was wrong to urge him, for he was suffering as such, no common ground to their friends in the upper world have to. How often she had thought: "It would be nice if Joe would be now or Jenny as it would be nice to have no secrets from them.."
Although Cathy had never said this, but Vincent's keen sense sensed their secret wishes and desires only too well. "Come back tomorrow night in the tunnel and I'll tell my story too." Then he saw her again with infinite tenderness, and was again one with the night.
***
Then:
There was no room in her father's chamber, not any Books housed. Nowhere was to identify a clear, gray rock wall. Vincent practiced on this world of books from always a special fascination. No matter whether he lived through the adventures of Tom Sawyer or research together with Robinson Crusoe a deserted island, it was always something special and it was just a normal boy. Now and again he turned in father's scientific encyclopedia, but too much he could not inspire as fifteen years for this. Rather he sometimes took a poetry book at hand and followed the poets on their dreamy paths.
Vincent wanted to bring father just a book when he saw him looking in his Chamber was before. Dust hung in his beard and he was so absorbed that he did not Vincent said.
"Father, can I help you?" Leaning on the spiral staircase, watching him Vincent.
"Ah, you got it, guys." Underlining the dust of the things taught to the father. "Good thing you came. I am looking for one of my old medical reference books and can find it anywhere. For collectors, it would certainly be a rarity because of his age, but for me it's still very helpful. Do you have children you into lately Paper considered that? "
The staircase was leaving, Vincent in more detail in the room. "No, not really." He shook his head and sparse hair fell into his face.
"Well, probably it is somewhere in between," Father has turned again to a stack of books.
When Vincent went back to his room, he remembered Devin. With him, he recently saw such a book. Vincent had not immediately recalled, because he saw only fleetingly, when some boys laughing it slammed. Devin later showed him then supposedly amusing pictures, with which were among the drawings of male and female Homo sapiens. As Vincent nothing unusual or even funny could not find it, he had forgotten pretty quickly. But now he wanted to ask Devin again later.
On Mirror Pond was Vincent's friend. Together with some other tunnel children, he was building a raft together. When he felt Vincent's presence, he turned and looked up. "Hi, just a moment. I'm coming." As an experienced construction manager Devin gave some instructions and then climbed up to Vincent. "Tomorrow we can already make the first test drive. You come with that, right?"
The Light in Vincent's eyes was answer enough Devin, but he saw something else in it. Since childhood, the two were inseparable and shared their friendship often without words.
"How you've come here not only because of the raft. Right?"
"The book, Devin, you are returned to father?"
first he did not know what Vincent said. "What book?"
looked attentively Vincent's friend. Although he could always be sure of his loyalty, he was not immune to its sparkling energy and his crazy ideas. "You know, that with the drawings ..."
"Oh yes". Devin scratched his head. "I've done back in father's chamber, because he did not know that I had loaned it to me. Why do you ask?"
After Vincent had told him that the book is precious and father search, Devin was suddenly a little pale around the nose. "Oh! Treasures it Trouble is, if the old man does not find it. Vincent, I have it brought back really. However, I could imagine, who has the book, if it is not already gone. "
" way? "Now Vincent knew him not." What do you mean get away with? Where will the book be out? "
" In recent times, but disappeared more older stuff from the tunnel dwellers ... "
Vincent had to guesswork at the moment but do not fancy." Yes, but what has that got to do this with it? "
" Some time ago I saw Skip, as he brought up some things, old things, including a couple of books he seems to be a weakness for such things to have. "
" You mean ...?" Vincent was speechless. The shy, slender black man who was hardly ever in appearance should be a thief? When she
the board of the boy, he lived with other children, arrived, they found in front of anyone. Certainly the most talked on the mirror pond on only one track from Skip was nowhere to be seen. First, the two looked around in the chamber, but could find no book.
"What we do now?" Vincent Devin looked at a loss.
"We go up. I watched Skip recently and know where and what types he meets."
As Devin is made ready to go, Vincent held him by the arm. "Are you sure? Perhaps he wrote the book yes no. "
skillfully detached himself from the grip of his friend." Trust me. But if you prefer to stay here, it is ok "
For Vincent, it would not be the first night outing, but he was aware of this existing threat only too well. This father was a strict ban for this risky visits to the upper world. Without a word he followed Devin but still. Through tunnels that were hardly used and usually quite impassable, were they arrived in one of the roughest areas of New York, in the South Bronx.
in the basement of an old, uninhabited house then they came to the surface. From the buildings themselves were only the foundations and only the basement seemed to get the best. Devin roamed searchingly at a glance the environment. "It's coming out here any more. You can, Vincent."
The darkness covered while the desert environment that gave this area as well as being a bit spooky. "Do you think we are right here?"
"Yes, we have over there." Devin pointed to a walled-up windows, and what was certainly once a shop.
The door to the former business was suddenly a little light shone on the road and three figures came out.
"Devin, because ... there is Skip. Does he have the book here?"
"Excuse me, but I can at this distance in best will not recognize. But at least you believe me now that because something is not right. "
laying Vincent looked at his friend from the side. He had accompanied him in order not to disappoint him. Although he was not convinced by the project. But now confirmed Devin Vincent and the allegation was ashamed of his doubts. For Devin but there was no reason why Vincent make accusations than himself, because he often acted against Vincent's instinct while, but especially Vincent put in danger. "Matches you wait here. I grab Skip, ask him about the book and then we disappear from here. "
" Come out of the question, "and Vincent was already at the next Wall slipped slipped, but back again.
"Hey, where are you then? Skip else is gone."
was surprised and Devin shook his head at him. Criss-cross, they followed the three boys from the neighborhood. Fortunately for Vincent noticed you hardly. With their patched jackets and trousers, they were not about to self-Vincent with his striped T gave it any attention.
carefully stalked the two closer to the three when she disappeared in a deserted side street. From a safe distance, hidden behind a mountain of paper, cardboard and anything offensive observed, then, as the two companions of Skip a strange boy provocative block the course. The boy was obviously not in this area, but he was dressed too fine. Probably he had lost his way and now met just a few cantankerous adolescent.
silent looked to Vincent Devin, in the hope that he had an idea. Unfortunately, this was not the case, because he cursed softly to himself. "My God, this guy is missing we just do What are they about him?" Devin was clear, that it would now be more difficult to get to the book. Or maybe not? Those who could pay for itself with such a situation? While Devin is still looking for a way, Skip to meet alone, introduced Vincent laid appalled that the largest and possessed of the three strongest boy a gun. Cold he waved it, and seemed to have no qualms about pulling the trigger at any moment easy.
Vincent had wanted to do something to prevent it needed, but how? Not had enough time to think and then he did it easy. Vincent sprang roaring out of his hiding place. Before Devin understood correctly, or it could hold back, Vincent was already standing in front of the boys and the stared in shock. Skip did not move even though he knew Vincent, but certainly had not expected at this place with him. Then came the first life back into him. But he could not run away, because there already was there and Devin blocked his way.
"I want the book!"
It found itself pressingly, Skip stared at him.
"Hey, I do not say it again ...", and with a quick shift of Devin pulled it out. Skip this lost his balance, fell, got up again and ran off as rushed.
satisfaction Devin turned round to Vincent, and saw him in a wild brawl with Skip's companions. The strange boy was lying unconscious on the floor. Devin short handle in the brawl. When one was seriously injured by an attacker Swipe of Vincent, was on the other. More insidious than running, the types fled from the street.
Devin wiped the sweat from his face. "Whew, and all because such a stupid book. . Now we should but we quickly make on the way back, "
Pointing to the end of the road," said Vincent, "Go on ahead, I'll be right" Then he knelt down at the dark-haired boy and helped him to his feet
.. "Vincent, come!" Impatient Devin waiting for him. "What have you been so long?"
proudly presented Vincent him a baseball bat and Devin's eyes widened. "The boy gave it to me."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," he playfully turned it back and forth. A slight note of, but it was sadness around his eyes. "He wanted to die ..." The rest of the sentence, however, stifled in the howl of police sirens and for both it was high time to disappear into the tunnels.
"What wouldst thou say to me just now, Vincent?"
"Oh, nothing more ..." He fought bravely against his disappointment. What's in a friendly would handshake between strangers? Maybe it was better that way and probably would never meet each other again.
"Go red 'already."
"I just do not know what to play with such a racket?"
Laughing Devin crawled through a low tunnel. "As you are now the owner of a unique baseball bat and do not know what to do with it. No, something like that, but do not worry, I'll show . Are you "and they reached cheerful Vincent Chamber One of the rescued glad medical book, and the other happy about an original Yankee bats;.'s Handling he had to learn yet
***
.Today. Lost in thought
Catherine played with a pillow on Vincent's bed Now she had heard the story of each, and now it is partly due to her, whether, after so many years, one end of it would be.
"What are you thinking?"
"What?" confused they looked up.
Vincent sat down beside her. "You're dreaming with open eyes and see this beautiful. "
In his compliments were always so much love that it drove Cathy faint flush in her cheeks and her heart threatened to burst." I dreamed of you and Joe. What would have been if you two you can get to know If you had better back then. "
" You are very keen, is not it? I can read it in your eyes and feel in your heart. "
draining from the pillow, she took his hand." Yes, it suits me very much knowing more than I thought. But I have no further, except to you. You are my family. "Tears were rolling down her face. She did not cry do, however, found the pressure on her soul is a liberating Way.
moved it to his shoulder tenderly Vincent and her quiet sobs died in his arms. Vincent was hoping that by looking at the past, it would be easier for him to make a decision. But still there were doubts and fears of an encounter with Joe. This time there was more than an innocent handshake or a baseball bat. "Catherine, I will meet with Joe."
lifting his head from his shoulder, looked at him with tearful eyes. "Really?" I would urge you not. "
"No, you did not. It is my own decision and furthermore, I got no thanks from him for the club."
Happily, she linked arms with him under, and when he brought them up. "What I really still wanted to ask you. Skip this what has become of him?" Thoughtfully Vincent
wrinkled forehead. "As far as I remember, he came back into the tunnel after all. Devin him subsequently administered a portion of beatings and then somehow lost Skip all interest in the things of others. Father was returned to his book and never learned anything from this action." His descriptions
Cathy had shown that Vincent had been in effect, an ordinary boy with mischief and pranks. Grinning, she said goodbye with a kiss from him. "I give you know when I spoke to Joe."
***
Because Joe the next day not yet appeared in the office and also did not respond to calls Catherine's, they gradually began to worry. Instead of going home, they made their way over after work with him.
"Come on, open the door." Impatiently, she knocked on his door, but after a while she heard him.
"I'm not there and will not be disturbed."
This time she knocked no longer so gentle, slow because it was annoying. "It's me, Catherine. Listen, I do not touch me rather of the place until you've opened." It took
a few minutes and then a tired-looking Joe appeared with torn jeans in the door. His appearance was unusual. To the end he was wearing a scarf, all boyish, mischievous had drained from his face, his eyes looked sad and a three-day beard made him appear a few years older. "Sorry, I did not expect to visit."
"Yes, it shows. May I come in anyway?"
Without a word he stepped aside and pointed with a short wave of his hand inside.
"Tell me what's wrong with you? You not sign up, you want to see anybody and you look like one of the street."
His voice sounded insecure and lonely. "I needed the last days of a simple little time to think. I ... oh, you do not understand. "
Cathy saw your boss again. so dissolved and vulnerable, she had never seen him before." Please, go ahead and try to explain it to me. I want to help you yet, "she gently touched his arm.
" You know, where I took the last days? In the South Bronx, where there are usually not voluntarily going. Where for many life is already over before it even really began. The murderers were never caught my father and I'm looking for answers. I want to understand. For twenty years, I always ask myself the same question, "Why?" The death of his father had thrown him completely off track. Years He had suppressed the memories and the pain of it, but suddenly it broke out of it.
Catherine could only sympathize too well what was going on inside him. Comforting they talked to Joe and gave him to understand that he was not alone. Very carefully, she began to ask him afterwards: "Have you ever thought of that boy who saved the life of you?"
"I've often tried to imagine what would have happened if it had not given him. And I often wondered what became of him."
was exactly what Catherine really wanted to hear, but somehow they were now doubts. Was it really the right time? As Joe would take this meeting? "There is someone I would like to imagine. Someone to give me in my life is very important and more than just a friend. He might be the answer to some of your questions. Would it be possible for you tonight , eleven clock could come to me? "
eyed attention he and Catherine then gave her a grateful smile. "I do not know why you're doing it all for me, but I'm glad to have a friend like you. OK, I'll come and give me even try to be on time." There it was again, Joe's old, mischievous grin. The sadness in his eyes was gone and it is noted that relief. The speeches had done him good, and Catherine sigh of relief. Initially, they still believed to control the fate in a kind of chess game, but in the meantime she had had to learn how lively and sometimes unpredictable, the characters actually were.
***
elf in time clock Joe appeared with her. Freshly shaven and very casual, dressed up. "My old outfit I did not. Hope you're happy?" And like a male model, he turned around its axis.
"Yes, I like you already much better. But it's time to go. Let us."
"We take your friend is not here?" This is all quite mysterious. "
Catherine replied curtly: "He's waiting in the park for us." No questions asked Joe
followed her. He knew they would already have their reasons, but some feel that he could not interpret, is making headway in it. As they entered the park, was held briefly Catherine.
"I should perhaps say that it is somewhat unusual. His appearance, is it ..." Reluctantly she was looking for the right words. She found it harder than she thought. After all, she was the first time in such a situation. Joe grabbed her hand
reassuring. "Hey, your friends are my friends. No matter who and what they are."
After a few hundred meters, both reached a clump of trees. Safe and well enough away from roads and parking lights but the moon gave enough light that they could see each other well.
"You know maybe dark corners here in the park! Where is now your mysterious friend?" His eyes still looked a little getting used to the darkness, Joe is looking for.
"I'm here." A rough, sonorous voice came from the direction of the group of trees to him.
Catherine stood a few steps away, with a pounding heart and shaking knees. In the bright light of the moon Vincent was then seen. Joe thought he was dreaming. Fascinated, he stared at him. This was the boy at the time, only grown. The long, blond hair, blue eyes, and above all, that face he had not forgotten. Stunned, he could say nothing. Only his cheekbones moved and pointed to his surprise and excitement. Only gradually he found his voice again. "Vincent?" Yes, your name is Vincent. Now I remember. Your friend called you at that time so you know, was it? " And suddenly, without thinking, he gave Vincent's hand. A gesture that expressed so much and needed no words.
With tears in his eyes followed Catherine the scene. She could not believe how easy it was. Slowly, she went on to both. In the meantime, Vincent had taken Joe's hand, only a little hesitant, but then it firmly. How long he had been waiting for this moment? Secretly always it hoped. This image would
Catherine never forget, because you just had a dream to fulfill. The two most important people in her life were friends and the bridge between her and Vincent's world is a lot bigger.
That's the life we often
difficulty that we think
stand with one or other of our experiences
alone, as if we just
affected by a special destiny;
that we so easily forget that we
midst of an infinitely
vast world of equal and live
related stories,
short that is human life
a common
and not a solitary thing.
(poem by Christian Morgenstern)
> END \u0026lt;
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