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Chapter 27
Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
- JRR Tolkien
Warnings/Bonuses: Adult themes. Course language.
Charles Street, Hamilton. October 11, 1898. 8:17 pm
 Kieran pursed his lips as he ran his index finger along the underside of his lower lip. His forehead came together in a tight pattern of furrows as he studied his charge. Daniel sighed and looked up from his novel, “You obviously have something quite insightful you would like you share with me.” “So well you know me already?” Discarding his book on a nearby table Daniel let the hint of a knowing smile appear, “You wear your soul in the lines on your face.”  The red head gave his companion a curious grin, “I have known many men, but none would make such a fine poet as you.” “But poets only ponder the questions, I have need for answers. And you have an answer to share with me.” “Well said my boy. I was simply contemplating what further I could possibly have to teach you, and I am at a loss. I think perhaps your education is complete.”  Daniel sat quietly, tracing patterns with his finger across the rough fabric of of his trousers. Kieran’s revelation did not bring with it any relief or disappointment, only numbness. The ever increasing silence finally forced a reply, “And what is to become of me now? Are you turning me out, or am I to remain as your attendant?”  “You may stay with me as long as you wish. As my travelling companion. I have appreciated the company and loathe to have to go back to being on my own. It makes for such dreary days. However, I do have one final task before I release you. Could you go to Longport and escort a Miss Stanton back here. She is an old friend and is most interested in meeting you.” Daniel gave him a quick nod, “It would be my pleasure.” 6281 Sandy Lane, Hunters Beach. November 16, 2005. 12:06 am  Sophie rolled her eyes at the door, “How much longer is he going to be here?” “Until he thinks you have learned everything you need to survive my love.” She looked at him with a well practiced coy smile, “But I have you here. You can teach me. I know you weren’t strong enough to turn me, but for the rest is doesn’t matter. Plus it’s so much more fun with just you and me. I want to go out and have fun. I want to find out just how much I am capable of, but all he is interested in is telling me about is all the boring ass shit I would learn if he actually let me out of this house.”  Max folded his arms impatiently, “That boring ass shit could make a difference against Olivia.” “What can she do to me now? She’s too late; I’ve already been turned. The bitch better be running away from me instead of looking for me.” “It would be so much better if it was just the two of us. Why don't we go talk to him.” He caressed her face, “You always do manage to find a way to get what you want.” 4311 Esplanade, Seascape. November 16, 2005. 12:19 am  Katia paced the length off the room while the shower ran, trying to puzzle together some words. When the water stopped she approached the door, her fist bunched ready to knock. It hovered there, seconds from connecting, “No.” She stared at the door. “I'm really not doing this.”  She quickly retrieved a notepad from her bag and quickly scribbled down a few words. Katia peeled the top sheet free and dropped it on the foot of the bed where he would see it when he came out.  Travelling between Hamilton and Longport. October 11, 1898. 9:49 pm  Daniel watched the road ahead with only mild interest. It wast the sounds and smells that took over his imagination these days. The sweet medicinal odour of the acacias and the pungent scent of the horses did little to hide from him the familiar smells of his childhood home. He pounded the side of the carriage, “Driver, when we arrive in Abbottsville, turn west towards Holdsworth, I wish to go to there at once.” 4311 Esplanade, Seascape. November 16, 2005. 12:23 am  Daniel had heard the click of the door, but the rancid taste of anger told him to let her leave. Her patience was more tenuous than he had been able to read, but it was a lesson he would not forget. He had pushed too far and was going to have to pay the price by following rather than leading. More work, but at a distance he could get a better fix on her state of mind.  The first thing he saw when he entered the room was the note. The lower left edge was creased from her haste to separate it from the notepad, but what made his stomach bunch in knots was the annoyingly cute pinkness of the paper and the smell of sweet grass and peaches that wore her like a glove. He inhaled the scent imbedded in the paper before glancing at the writing.  The words he read stung. Whatever promise you made to my Mother, consider it fulfilled. I release you. He balled up the paper and tossed it the general direction of the dustbin. |
