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PostSubject: Lazy Sunday Afternoon   Sun Dec 13, 2015 7:42 am

As told to me by the Kid ....

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

We spent a lazy Sunday afternoon in a hotel room once, lying on our beds. Heyes was reading a book he’d found on a train a few days before. The second volume of his library he said. I was daydreaming: not much of a reader, me. I tried engaging him in conversation but he wasn’t having it. Just kept reading that blessed book! He kept frowning at it and flicking back pages to check things. He was irritated by it but he was determined to carry on. Me trying to talk to him didn’t help none!


Anyway, I asked him a few things and he answered short. A bit sarcastically I thought. Then I asked him THE question. The one we had been trying not to ask each other. The one we were both trying NOT to think about.


“What d’you think we’ll do after we get the amnesty?”


“Got to get it first, Kid.”


I rolled my eyes and looked across at him. “Oh come on Heyes! You must have thought about it!”


“Nope. Tempting fate.”


He had a point I suppose but I got to thinking anyway.


“D’you think we’ll get married?”


“Thanks for asking but I can’t marry you.”


He turned a page and frowned at it.




I glared at him hard. He was still reading.


“Well there must BE someone out there for us, Heyes. There’s somebody for everybody, right?”


“S’pose.”


He was hard work that day. “Heyes, what d’you reckon? Will we both find girls and get married? Have a couple of kids mebbe?”


“Three.”


I looked over at him. He was licking his lips, nervously and wrinkling his nose. The way he did when he was embarrassed.


“Three?” He didn’t answer me so I repeated it louder, raising my head.

“Three?”


“Yeah, Kid. Three.” He was frowning and licking his lips again.


“Three what? Three wives?”


This time he glared at me for the longest time. Then he returned to his book with a shake of his head and a sniff of irritation.


I returned my head to the pillow and grinned.


“Well three wives wouldn’t be SO bad I suppose. Would we get one each and share the other one? Or would all three be ….”


“Three KIDS! I meant three KIDS!”


He returned to his book with a shudder and I grinned. So he HAD been thinking about life after the amnesty.


“Yeah? And what are their names then?” I knew he would have thought of it. Heyes always had a plan. Why should this be any different?


He declined to answer me. Just sighed in that irritated way of his.


“Come on Heyes. You can’t say something like that and not back it up. Come on. What are their names?”


I was amused at his irritation. He’d obviously revealed that without meaning to and was now regretting it. I could see him swallowing hard.

If he was hoping I’d forget, he was wrong.


“Heyes?” I grinned. “Come on Heyes.”


I saw him roll his eyes at the ceiling, shudder and take a deep breath.


“Heyes?” He WAS going to answer me.


“ALRIGHT!” he cried, lowering his book. “Susan, Harry and Billy,” he grumbled, and went back to reading, frowning hard.


“Susan, Harry and Billy!” I whooped. “In that order?”


He took a deep breath through his teeth. “Not necessarily,” he forced out.


“What happens if you have three boys? Or two girls say?”


He glared over at me. “Kid. Shut up.” He was almost begging.


I widened my eyes. “Or just the one? What will you do then? Which name will you pick?”


“SHUT UP!” He straightened his book. “Trying to read here!” He frowned at me hard.


I sat back and thought for a moment.


“I’d settle for just the one.” I said, smugly.

I looked across to see if there was any reaction. There was just a swallow and I looked away to pick my moment.

“I’d call them Kid. It’ll save all the bother.”


I held out as long as I could but I could feel his eyes boring into me. Finally, I glanced over.


“Kid Curry?” he queried, incredulously. “KID? CURRY?”


I nodded. I was looking at him innocently.


Heyes gave a loud exasperated growl and turned away from me.


“Heyes!” I laughed. “You are so SO easy to take the rise out sometimes, d’you know that?”


All I heard was an ambiguous grunt.
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PostSubject: Re: Lazy Sunday Afternoon   Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:00 pm

I like it, MoulinP. Thank you for posting. I can really see the boys in this. Kid, bored, entertaining himself by annoying Heyes. And poor Heyes, intent on reading his book, revealing more in his anger than he wanted to. I guess Kid will have fodder to tease Heyes for a long time to come.
It reveals also that there are things they do not talk about, don't even dare think about too much, unless in the privacy of their own heads, without sharing.
So, Heyes plans to have three children? I like it. I always thought, he had a great way with children (just look at how he is with the Jordan girls or Tommy Tabscott), but many writers seem to think he didn't care about having a family.
My only point of critique are the names. I'm sure Hannibal Heyes would come up with more interesting names!

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