#701c
During the afternoon lull, that precious time after the lunch was cleared away and before the loud and noisy Linderman kids got home from school, the van arrived, compliments of the prince.
It was a beauty, well armored and heavy as all get out. The men looked under the hood at the boosted and blueprinted Chevy motor that purred quieter than a kitten. "I bet this doesn't get more than four miles to the gallon," Mark morosely stared at the well meaning but outrageous gift.
"I'm going to have to pull a fuel trailer behind, or drill for oil; I'm overwhelmed at the cost of this thing." White with bullet proof glass, reinforced undercarriage, run flat tires and inside opening rifle ports, the van looked at first glance like any one of a hundred in daily use. Entirely as it was supposed to blend in.
Mark took delivery and signed the invoice; unsure of what to do next. It was longer than his crew cab, verging on the shape of a stretch limo. Half of it stuck out from the machine shed, so they didn't even have a place to park the monstrosity.
Karl was measuring the taxi/limo/van/bus what ever they were going to call it, to see what it would take to build a garage. Stephan was walking around the van, brushing imaginary dust away from the pristine whiteness, and testing the doors. Instantly a piercing warble split the air, "that's one heck of an alarm system," Warren noted when they finally got the siren stopped.
Mark hit unlock on the remote twice and all the doors opened automatically, allowing total ease and comfort in entering or exiting. "I don't believe it," he gurgled, "you don't even have to open the doors for the kids."
Clora was on the porch watching, trying to get Mark's attention, when she let out one of her famous piercing whistles. Mark paid attention. Clora did the hand waving motion, asking if he had swept the van for bugs.
Mark blew her a kiss as he ran up the stairs and into the house. Seconds later he was busy stripping listening devices off the frame, the top of the rear end housing, from behind the air conditioning vent louvers, under the seats, in the headrests and that's where they discovered the security caches built in the floor under the carpet coverings and the rifle boxes to the side of the interior spare tire assembly.
There were the front two seats, the next row a pedestal seat for Clora, then a solid bench seat complete with three uber safety car seats. And four cushioned bench seats in line for the rest of the family and whom ever else wanted to go along.
"Can you imagine the looks we're gonna get pulling up to the hospital to pick up our children?" Clora whispered to Mark. The van designed for her comfort in tending the babies while on the road.
"I don't even want to think about it," Mark whispered back, "I'm flabbergasted as all get out."
Mark went over the van a second time, finding several devices he missed the first time. He put the bugs in an mint tin and duck taped it to the fire wall, the steady humming of the motor drowning the ability to record conversations. Rubbing his hands together and grinning his famous smile, Mark was proud of himself.
"She's muches beautifuls," Karl approved, "muches goods vay to haul the bebes."
The kids were amazed when they got off the bus, and the driver joked, "What ya gonna do, start hauling kids yourself?"
"Just our own," Mark laughed, and waved the man out the gate. Benny was trying to get his brothers to take their shoes off before they climbed inside the van, he was upset they might get the carpet dirty.
"This is a tool," Mark intervened in the squabble, "we respect our tools, keep them clean and properly prepared for what they do for us, but they are meant to be used. This tool will have a big job, to take us all safely where ever we need to go and back home again. It will get rained on, have the doors dinged in parking lots and run over the occasional rock, and we will be thankful it is sturdy and protects us. Wipe your feet, but you can leave your shoes on." and the words were scarcely out of his mouth until there were cries of 'shotgun', I said it first."
Clora could easily get in without having to fold over her expanding middle, and she sat in the Queen's chair as she dubbed it. "My goodness, what a ....yeah, what do we call this Mark? A van?"
"A good a word as any I can think of," he smiled at Clora's eagerness. She was thinking she would never have to drive now, he could just tell by the smirky grin she was giving him. Clora made him laugh.
After supper, Clora told Olga she might as well go into the doctor with her, she needed to be checked out and get vitamins. Olga wasn't willing, inching her chair closer to Stephan for protection. "No moneys," he said sadly, "noes cans do."
"This is a condition of working for us," Clora said sternly, "Olga needs to keep healthy so she can help us and you. You come also Stephan, meet the Doctor; you will like her."
"Ohs, she iss a lady Doctor?" they both brightened and shared a look. "OK's ve goes."
They had to leave before 8 the next morning to be to the appointment on time and Clora made sure the night before, when she was hearing prayers, the kids knew what was expected of them. "Can we go pickup Leffee?" Tess wanted to know, "she'll think it's a splendid way to ride."
"Not tomorrow," Clora gently replied. "Perhaps we can take Leffee home on Saturday so you all can have a ride. Tess, I want to talk to you about including Silva when you and Leffee play. Even if Leffee says she doesn't want Silva to be with you, I want you to stick up for Silva and insist she be included. You girls will have to find a way for all three of you to be equal, that's the way we do it at our house. Do you have any questions?" Clora smoothed her daughter's curly hair back from her forehead.
"I kinda thought that," Tess admitted, "Silva is like having another sister and I want her to be happy."
"That's a very good way to look at the problem," Clora praised, and Tessee knew she had done the right thing. Tess wiggled down in bed and when Clora bent over to kiss her forehead, Tess got kicked in the arm when Clora leaned against her.
"Another un-splendid brother," Tess grumbled and then smiled as Clora smiled at her. "night Ma."
Clora had to take her time coming downstairs, as she was feeling out of balance.
"No more going upstairs," Mark was there to hold her hand and guide her safely down, "you're almost as big as you were at seven months with Tess, I don't want to find you in a heap at the bottom of the stairs."
"Yes," Clora agreed, "I feel out of center, look how far over this way they are tonight. I thought they were doing jumping jacks a while ago."
Clora had made a denim jumper with a hidden pocket, as she couldn't stand anything tight around her middle, and the front of the dress jumped with the vigorous movement of the hatching babies. "I believe I'll go into bed, I need to rest." and they slowly walked down the hall.
Warren was very unhappy looking when Mark got to the living room. "I'm being required to return, some one has their tighties in a knot because I switched to another phone, and destroyed my issued one. Can Karl drive you in tomorrow, or Stephan?"
"I think so," Mark was confident they could make arrangements. "I would like to have you destroy my phone before you go into work. It has Marshall business on it; not that the agency doesn't know more about that particular business than I do, but I try to play by the rules."
In response, Warren went to the stove, opened it and pitched the phone in. "Problem taken care of," he said with satisfaction, dusting his hands off.
"Thank you, I appreciate that." Mark went to his shirt pocket for his ever present pen and notebook. "I'm sure I have your number, let me check." It was there, and Mark was satisfied. "I'm going to change my number," Mark looked through the scattered papers on his desk for the phone contract he had pulled up the day before. "It's time," he announced.
"Call the home phone, I'm going to change my cell number also, it's a good idea to do that every so often," Warren yawned. "I'll be calling in to check on the Grandkids tomorrow night, if I don't have to be grounded with a slap on my wrist for pitching my work phone. I've been naughty," he chuckled.
Mark went to the kitchen while Warren went for his bedroom. Helga and Karl were sitting having a late night cup of cocoa. "You vants?" Helga questioned, holding up her cup and smiled when Mark said no.
"I'm just making a last check of the doors and the windows, I'm ready to turn in;" Mark set the dogs to guard, and started turning off the lights as he walked down the hall.
The old house creaked and groaned as the temperature cooled and the boards started contracting from the warmth of the day. Mark had a list of things that needed to be done while they were in town, and he ran them over in his mind as he did what exercises he could do with one good hand.