Friday, January 11, 2019

Border Secured (A Scenario) Section 2 - Part 4


The crowing of the roosters woke me at 4:45 am the next morning and I could not go back to sleep. I had slept well despite all that had happened this past week. I said my morning prayers and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower. While showering the negro spiritual ‘Kumbayah mi Lord’ rested on my heart and I began to sing it, crying out to the Lord telling him how much I needed Him to take charge of my situation. After my shower I went into the kitchen and made myself a ham sandwich and a cup of Milo, which I took back to the den. I was ready to begin my reading of the diaries. I started with the ledger that had the number 1 on it, laughing to myself as if there could be any other beginning. I could see that the ledgers were pretty expensive and must have cost Florence a pretty penny. Maybe they were from Stanley Wharbucks supplies, after all, he was a very wealthy man.  The covers of the ledgers showed signs of wear and tear but the pages inside were in good condition. Florence’s handwriting, surprisingly, was neat and tidy, every ‘i’ was dotted and every ‘t’ was crossed and even after all these years the handwriting was legible. I sat down in the recliner and began to read. The first words were gut wrenching. Charmaine could not stop crying when her father Charles left her with Ben and Florence. She was inconsolable, and even though they begged her to shush she cried even more. As they hurried to reach the main house before 6 o’clock Ben seemed worried, wondering how he was going to explain the presence of Charmaine on the estate. As they reached the verandah of the house they heard Stanley Wharbucks hollering “Where the hell
is Ben! He is late! God dammit to hell! I am going to fire him one of these days!” Ben looked at Florence and rolled his eyes. How many times had Stanley Wharbucks threatened to fire him and he was still here! Florence smiled,  suddenly the double doors of the house were flung opened and Stanley Wharbucks strode out unto the verandah. Florence put Charmaine behind her and said, “Good morning Mass Wharbucks.” Ben took off his hat and echoed Florence, “Good morning Mass Wharbucks!” Stanley Wharbucks was not having anything to do with the pleasantries. “I don’t want any good morning!” He yelled. “Didn’t I tell you that I wanted to leave here early this morning to deliver the meat to the new hotel?” At the sound of his voice Charmaine began to scream, “I want my daddy, I want my daddy!” Florence lifted her in her arms and tried to console her. Stanley Wharbuck snapped, “Who is that? Haven’t I said time and time again that I do not want any children on this estate! I don’t care if she is your grandchild I don’t want her here!”  “No Mass Wharbucks, she is not any of our grandchildren” said Ben. “Then who is she?” he demanded. “Please, Mass Wharbucks”  said Ben, “May we go inside, I would not want too many persons to hear what I have to say to you.”  At this time the other workers on the estate were coming to see what was the cause of all the commotion. Stanley Wharbucks was about to say no but something about the way Charmaine was looking at him caused him to change his mind. He turned and went back through the double doors with Ben and Florence (still holding Charmaine in her arms)  following behind him. Florence closed the doors and they went into the study. Stanley Wharbucks flung his hat on his desk and said to them, “Okay talk! Who is this child and why is she here? Ben handed him the letters that Charles had given to him. He told Stanley Wharbucks that they had found the little girl wandering on the estate and after searching her bag for clues as to who she was they found the letters. ‘I would suggest that you read the letters Mass Wharbucks” said Florence. Stanley Wharbucks looked at Florence, looked at Charmaine, who was still crying and took the letters from Ben. He asked them to leave the study as he sat down in his leather sofa. He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.


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