If I thought for one miserable minute......

kaijafon

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I think they just took her, she being the "daughter" of the man they were "watching" who probably took that money from something they were working on. I'm thinking they are maybe using a few of the "unconstitutional" "laws" we have now where anyone can be detained....for anything or nothing.

I love how she is annoying them! :)

btw, not trying to gripe or anything but in #70 right at the end, I think you put "Sandy" when it should have been "Clora"??????

Just for orneriness, when she was finished; Sandy took several napkins and wiped out her tea mug before putting it in the dirty dish bin. She slowly and completely wiped the sandwich paper and folded it neatly and put it and the napkins in her pocket. It wasn't hard to feel the burning stare of the woman assigned to shadow her, Clora thanked her penchant for detective novels. This was fun.


I do so love this story: just everything about it. It especially makes me thankful for the "less often" drama I have in my life (did that make sense??? LOL)
 

PacNorWest

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You're right. It was chpt. 65. Right when Benny comes in the cafe and asks Clora if she will accompany their father's body because the feds are requesting more information. She is not detained against her will.

K., I am past the time allowed for editing, or I would change Sandy out for Clora.

Thanks for catching my bloopers. Can you tell that my workload is increasing with Spring here!

Around here, we fall from one crisis into another. The drama fairy whacks us with her wand and drama happens!
 

sssarawolf

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I thought they just wanted to question a member of the family on how this all happened with Pete? Thank you Pac.
 

kaijafon

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You're right. It was chpt. 65. Right when Benny comes in the cafe and asks Clora if she will accompany their father's body because the feds are requesting more information. She is not detained against her will.

K., I am past the time allowed for editing, or I would change Sandy out for Clora.

Thanks for catching my bloopers. Can you tell that my workload is increasing with Spring here!

Around here, we fall from one crisis into another. The drama fairy whacks us with her wand and drama happens!

Ok, I've reread and now I get it. I SO know how busy spring can get! plus you have other things you need to take care of!! :) many thanks for the time and effort you put into this. It brings great joy! :)
 

Rabbit

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Those Feds probably want the same thing Pete wanted when he came back. Where's the money? Glad Clora got a new lawyer, but at least she can answer honestly because she doesn't even know there is any money.

Try whacking that drama fairy with a rolled up newspaper. Pesky little things.
 

kua

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I wouldn't advise whacking the drama fairy with anything! That would just call attention to yourself and make you an even more obvious target. Teehee.
 

Deena in GA

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K., I am past the time allowed for editing, or I would change Sandy out for Clora.

Around here, we fall from one crisis into another. The drama fairy whacks us with her wand and drama happens!

I changed Sandy to Clora for you. Any time you want something changed that you can't do, just let me know. I'll be glad to help.

And, boy howdy, do I know about falling from one crisis to another. That's my life story. ;)
 

PacNorWest

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#72

Henry Wright the agent in charge of the Hanson case entered the room and glowered at the lawyer with whom he had dealings with before. "Linderman," he said curtly. "And you are?" he addressed Benny, who was still wearing his uniform.

"Ben Hanson, I'm Clora's brother and one of Pete's sons. Our other brother is my deputy and on duty at home."

There was a sound close to a dismissing harrumph, but Wright got it under control at the last minute.

"Now, are you people prepared to give us a DNA sample or not? Hanson, as long as you are here, we may as well get one from you.
Wright was on the attack, hoping to bully the case further toward completion.

"Mr. Wright," Borg Linderman was very formal and polite. "My clients are prepared to give samples, as long as they understand the reason for doing so. I have advised them to refrain from co-operating until adequate information is forthcoming from your agency."

Henry Wright turned to stare out the window. The junior agent that was shadowing her boss shifted ever so slightly on her feet, drawing Clora's interest. Clora remained seated at the side of the table nearest the wall, with Benny to her right. Benny had taught her to never sit on his right side and possibly interfere with his weapon draw.

"We have reason to believe." Henry turned around to stare at the duo at the table, "That the man in the body bag is not your father. Oh, you have every reason to think he is, but as I said, we have every reason to think not."

Benny and Clora looked at each other in stunned silence. Benny was the first to recover and asked "who do you think the corpse might be?"

"A cleverly, surgically altered hoax." Henry growled. "And,....we have no explanation as to why. I can only say your father was in prison; turned state's evidence, was released after 6 years of incarceration. He vanished almost instantly, only to resurface as this pseudo religious fanatic eager to settle the score with the agent in charge of his capture. Now, is that enough of an explanation to grant us a sample?" he said with resignation, heaving a sigh as he turned around to face the window once again.

Mr Linderman beckoned the Hanson's to the far end of the room for a conference. "I'm surprised that we got that much information," he admitted. "I see no harm in agreeing to his request, but I see little benefit in the whole idea, with out a sample of the whole family. Only through your Grandmother, can a lineage be determined. I have no doubt that you two are brother and sister, the resemblance is strong. But are you related to your Grandmother? "Or," he continued, are you related to your so called father?"
 
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Rabbit

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Oh no! That will hurt them if they find out they aren't blood kin to Evie. What an interesting turn this story is taking. Excellent as always, thanks Pac.
 

kua

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I'd guess they are kin to Evie, whether they are blood kin or not. Some ties are closer than blood ties are. Heart strings is one of them.
 

kaijafon

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I think in one of the earlier stories Evie talked about some of the "family traits" the kids had.... hmmmm, nice twist though!!
 

PacNorWest

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#73
Evie was not happy when Brett told her there was no waiting, the plane was on the way. The old lady had her dander up, displeased that all of them had been summoned to Portland. "And who may I ask is going to tend to the place and Ev's?" she snapped tartly. "The children have to go with us, there is no one to care for them."

"I can," Lainey volunteered timidly. "take care of the place, that is. The children, I dunno; what do you think?"

Evie stopped packing clothes into a set of old ratty backpacks and looked at the soft, hand still in a cast woman, and shook her head no. "I like you to much to wish that on you, Honey. The place yes, these live wires, no."

Secretly, Lainey was totally relieved that she wouldn't be in charge of the two kids. They were exhausting, never still, or quiet, or out of mischief.

"I promise I'll do a good job with the chores. If you find you need anything, tell Will, I can stay in touch with him."

Evie nodded, her mind going at a thousand miles an hour concerning what items they would need, to be gone from home at least overnight.

The copter didn't have to wait long, but it did have to wait. Mark Linderman wondered how important this family could be. The Guard had never been pulled off relief work to handle flights such as this. So that meant the orders had come from pretty high up.

This time, a whole family came on board. From a Grandma on down to young kids. Mark had a panic moment when he thought that some of the children might belong to that statuesque woman from the first flight, but eventually he got it sorted out.

As the family was escorted through the front doors, the metal detectors went nuts. Sirens were ringing, metal gates dropped with a clanking finality and Evie drew back; hugging the two small children to her fiercely.

Running feet had agents surrounding the entry foyer with drawn guns, shouting orders through the tinny sounding speaker holes.

"What the hell," Brett spit out as he stared at the black shields held in front of live people. "What kind of crazy place is this?"

Sandy squeezed close to Evie, putting Brett between her and the Plexiglas shield.

"You in the cage," a disembodied voice commanded, "Throw your weapons down."

"Not until I know I can have it back," Evie argued, standing straight as a ramrod. Surrounded by weapons of every description, Brett was proud of Grandma for her spunk. "No special treatment, no deal." the voice returned.

The diminutive old woman with her white hair falling out of it's bun, had her teeth clenched and her chin jutted out. Eyes flashing with anger, she stood her ground. "Then you get whomever we are supposed to see, and get them down here. We'll stay right here." The voluminous denim skirt with it's amazing pocket held not only her .38, but a knife, hair barrettes, a whistle, and the pencil and notebook she was never without.

Sandy had about the same assortment in the pocket of her multi gored skirt. The Hanson women didn't think anything strange about carrying guns and knives. They lived in the forest with wild animals, hay strings and and slivers. Brett in his uniform had the usual police issue items. Evie thought of her family as common every day garden variety people just trying to get by in the world.

The floor commander didn't think they were harmless or as innocent as the little old lady was trying to pull off.

Henry Wright came flapping out of the elevator, followed by Clora and Benny close on his heels. As she went backward through the secondary detector, Clora set more alarms off. Her skirt pocket had the usual items she normally carried, hey, Grandma had taught her well. Instantly she was spun around and pushed against the wall separating her from the rest of her family.

"What in God's name do you have on you," Linderman tried powering his way into the mêlée, but failed as the shields stopped his progress.

Henry Wright was a senior agent with enough credentials to weight several pounds. "Agent Browers," he bellowed loud enough to crumble grout in the marble floor, "was this woman frisked?"

Lisa Browers stood open mouthed and rooted to the floor. They had come in the basement entrance, and she hadn't checked her subject. A rookie mistake. Dumbly, she shook her head no.

"Miss Hanson, are you armed?" Agent Wright bellowed louder, to be heard over the commotion of the moment.

"Of course," Clora stood calmly as five guns pointed at her from less than 12 inches away. 'We all carry, don't you."

There was dead silence where there had been loud voices and movement. There was one tiny snicker, but whomever had dared to let the inappropriate noise escape, didn't repeat that mistake. Not and keep his job, anyway.

"You have had a gun with you all the time you have been in this building?" the coldly furious voice of the man in charge practically splintered the bullet proof lexan protecting the building entryway.

"Inexcusable," Wright's bellowing started first year agents quaking in their shoes. Another reverberation sent second year officers wondering if they had chosen the correct profession. By the time he was finished, Henry Wright had peeled the paint from the walls.

He directed the guard to raise the gates and escort the family to the elevator. "Not you," he pointed his finger at the former agent Browers. "You report to my office."

Evie, when she was allowed to greet her family, walked passed Wright and said in a very clear voice, "You Sir, have deplorable manners."

Linderman about swallowed the tiny bit of chew he has stashed in his cheek. In his time in the bar, and the dealings he had with Henry Wright, no one had ever reprimanded the agent.

The Hanson family reunited in the conference room, hugging and gaining strength from being together. Borg watched with an emotion he just absolutely would not classify as envy.

Two day's later the 48 hour rushed DNA expedited process was rushed to Wright as he called the family to order. "In short, you are all related, but not to the man you thought was Pete."

"Of course," Evie acted puzzled that he would think anything else. "They all have the birthmark from Hap."

"Birthmark, what birthmark?" Henry repeated in his cold as ice tone. "Why wasn't I told about the birthmark.?"

"You are so busy being a pompous ass, you forgot to ask," Evie said just as icily.
 

kua

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I wish I had never started to read this story. Then I could read it for the first time and be delighted all over again with the tale as you tell it. You are a master story teller. I feel that I am right there with the family and seeing life thru their eyes.
 

sssarawolf

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OHHH fun, Evie is so great and Clora of course I carry don't you? lol And all they had to do is ask about a birth mark, priceless. Henry needs a comeupons.
 

kaijafon

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I wish I had never started to read this story. Then I could read it for the first time and be delighted all over again with the tale as you tell it. You are a master story teller. I feel that I am right there with the family and seeing life thru their eyes.

look deep into my eyes.......



you are getting sleepy.....



you will forget you read this story but you will begin reading it again from the beginning so that you may be delighted all over again



when I clap my hands you will wake up and begin the story again.....

 

PacNorWest

Veteran Member
Folks, we have had a mind numbing tragedy happen Friday. One of our children was killed in a accident. I need to be with my family for a time. Thank you all for understanding.
 

juco

Veteran Member
Dear Lord, have mercy on Pac and her family in their time of sorrow. Give her comfort, peace and strength.

Pac, I am so very sorry for you loss.
 

Rabbit

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Oh No! Pac, I am so sorry. I only know you through your stories that you have shared with us here, but they have showed us all the kind of deep down, good person that you are. My heart is breaking, and you and your family will continue to be in my prayers.
 
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