S4C serial challenge -- "Nurture/Destroy" Episode 9
Episode 9 – Nurture/Destroy
“We tried to call,” Gil apologized finding Lois and her bent friend Tom Archer weeding in the courtyard. “The gendarmes…?”
“Police? Ah.”
“I like him,” Gil smiled when he and Lois were alone in the elevator.
“Tom?” Lo blushed, realizing she hadn’t thought of Daniel all day. “Hmm.”
A dozen Quaciouses were crowded into #231 when the two plainclothesmen arrived. Seth shifted on Lois’s lap. The taller one blinked.
“Better not try to arrest her with this gang to defend her.”
Chuckles cleared much of the tension.
“Just wanted all of you to know that we’d found old records at the hospital. Doc Travine had left confidential notes and a copy of the letter from Lincoln County about your parents hitting that buck, Ms Quacious. Your mother was killed and your father evidently refused to leave her. Died before they could get him help.”
“No charges against me?”
“For raising us on your own?” Quint scoffed. “The way Brad, here, turned out…”
The laughter this time was richer than mere titters.
“That’s a relief,” Ada sighed. “We were worried, weren’t we Alf?”
Alf glared until Lois touched his sleeve and nodded. “To all of us, sweet Ada.”
“’Sweet Adeline…’” Brad broke into broken baritone, and even the detectives guffawed.
“When is Samuel’s wedding to be?” Lois asked. “I’d bet this clan will fill up a plane flying to Texas to celebrate. Oh, excuse us, Officers. We didn’t mean to take up your time with family affairs.”
“When? In Texas?” Murmurs of congratulations to Ada and Alf were cut short as they realized Lois was addressing the plainclothesmen. “Thank you, Officers, for bringing good news personally like that…”
The phone rang, and Lois nodded to Gil, who was closest, to answer it.
“Never met a family like yours, Ms Quacious. Our privilege. If there is ever anything…”
“There just might be…” Gil said with the grin that Lois had known since childhood meant mischief. “There’s been a bit of thievery…It’s Tom on the phone. He wants to bring up a ‘friend’?”
“You want to report a theft, Ms Quacious?”
“Oh, no, nothing that drastic. But if you’d be so kind as to put a scare into a lady with sticky fingers?”
Roberta, Ada and Gladys had lemonade doled out, with Seth’s in his favorite Spider Man cup when Tom rapped his now-familiar pattern on Lois’s door.
“Archer, Ma’am,” he announced as he ushered in the tiny gnome of a woman with lank hair who now stood wide-eyed, gaping at all the people in the room.
“Didn’t know it were a party,” she croaked. “I loves parties.”
“Then come on in!” Gil stepped up to introduce her. “These are Detectives…”
“Detectives?” she gasped and turned to duck away, but Roberta’s straw purse with the woven hound head whipped out from behind her
“My puppy!” Seth screeched, scrambling down from Lois’s lap.
“Officers,” the woman stammered, “I…”
Lois reached for Tom’s hand as he came to stand beside her rocker.
“We tried to call,” Gil apologized finding Lois and her bent friend Tom Archer weeding in the courtyard. “The gendarmes…?”
“Police? Ah.”
“I like him,” Gil smiled when he and Lois were alone in the elevator.
“Tom?” Lo blushed, realizing she hadn’t thought of Daniel all day. “Hmm.”
A dozen Quaciouses were crowded into #231 when the two plainclothesmen arrived. Seth shifted on Lois’s lap. The taller one blinked.
“Better not try to arrest her with this gang to defend her.”
Chuckles cleared much of the tension.
“Just wanted all of you to know that we’d found old records at the hospital. Doc Travine had left confidential notes and a copy of the letter from Lincoln County about your parents hitting that buck, Ms Quacious. Your mother was killed and your father evidently refused to leave her. Died before they could get him help.”
“No charges against me?”
“For raising us on your own?” Quint scoffed. “The way Brad, here, turned out…”
The laughter this time was richer than mere titters.
“That’s a relief,” Ada sighed. “We were worried, weren’t we Alf?”
Alf glared until Lois touched his sleeve and nodded. “To all of us, sweet Ada.”
“’Sweet Adeline…’” Brad broke into broken baritone, and even the detectives guffawed.
“When is Samuel’s wedding to be?” Lois asked. “I’d bet this clan will fill up a plane flying to Texas to celebrate. Oh, excuse us, Officers. We didn’t mean to take up your time with family affairs.”
“When? In Texas?” Murmurs of congratulations to Ada and Alf were cut short as they realized Lois was addressing the plainclothesmen. “Thank you, Officers, for bringing good news personally like that…”
The phone rang, and Lois nodded to Gil, who was closest, to answer it.
“Never met a family like yours, Ms Quacious. Our privilege. If there is ever anything…”
“There just might be…” Gil said with the grin that Lois had known since childhood meant mischief. “There’s been a bit of thievery…It’s Tom on the phone. He wants to bring up a ‘friend’?”
“You want to report a theft, Ms Quacious?”
“Oh, no, nothing that drastic. But if you’d be so kind as to put a scare into a lady with sticky fingers?”
Roberta, Ada and Gladys had lemonade doled out, with Seth’s in his favorite Spider Man cup when Tom rapped his now-familiar pattern on Lois’s door.
“Archer, Ma’am,” he announced as he ushered in the tiny gnome of a woman with lank hair who now stood wide-eyed, gaping at all the people in the room.
“Didn’t know it were a party,” she croaked. “I loves parties.”
“Then come on in!” Gil stepped up to introduce her. “These are Detectives…”
“Detectives?” she gasped and turned to duck away, but Roberta’s straw purse with the woven hound head whipped out from behind her
“My puppy!” Seth screeched, scrambling down from Lois’s lap.
“Officers,” the woman stammered, “I…”
Lois reached for Tom’s hand as he came to stand beside her rocker.
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