greencarrots
Looking for Lunch
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Registered: 01-2007
Location: Chi-Town
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Re: Lean on Me
“Gilbert, tell me what happened,” she said softly. Her eyes tried to get a look into his but he kept his head down. He grunted.
“This is a ****ed up world,” he said quietly. He began to cry and rant, “Damn it Anne! It was all going to be ****in’ fine. That goddam GMC! He hit’em Anne! He ****in’ hit’em. That stupid piece ‘a ****! He was almost home! It was all gonna be fine…” his voice drifted off, “damn it…”
He then broke down into a silent sob. She held him close and a few tears fell from her gray-green eyes as well. She knew Gilbert’s cousin, Tony, took legionellosis a few months before. It turned into a terrible case and he was admitted to the hospital. He got better over time, but there were a few rough, suspenseful times for the Blythes during his stay at the hospital. They were to release him sometime this week. From what she could piece together, he got in a car accident on the way home from the hospital and, obviously died. It was such a tragic story! Poor Gilbert. He and Tony had been as close as brothers. Tony was two years older than Gil, but they still had loads of fun.
“I’m so sorry…” she couldn’t figure out what else to say. No words could sooth him right now. Gilbert looked into the sky as he finished off the rest of his hard lemonade.
“Damn you God! Why’d you have to take him?! HUH?!” he reached inside his coat pocket, pulled out a beer and drank. A car went by and Gilbert got up.
“Why don’t ya take me too? Why not? I oughta go and stand right infronna your big goddam car! That would make it easier for ya wouldn’t it?” he yelled. He caught the railing post and to help him steady himself from swaying. Then he picked up his empty bottle and threw it at the car. Thankfully it didn’t hit. His aim was off because he couldn’t see straight and he could hardly stand up right. Anne watched in silence. He plopped back down next to her, muttering, and reached for his Miller. Anne swiped it from his hands before it touched his lips and set it down next to her.
“Whaddya do that for?” he said as he reached across her lap to get it. She hit his arm.
“You don’t need anymore alcohol for the night.” She sighed. “Who’s at your boarding house?” she asked, concerned about where he would stay for the night.
“Just the God damn house keeper. She’s a lousy one too. All my food is over cooked and she has so many ****in’ blankets all over the place.”
Anne didn’t want him to go home to her. She thought.
“Why don’t you stay here?”
“Wha?” asked Gilbert, a bit dazed.
“Stay at Patty’s Place. But you have to be quiet. I don’t want you home alone.”
“I won’t be ‘home alone’. I have that ****ty housekeeper. Remember? The one I just told you about that has all those goddam blankets lying all over the place.”
“Yea, I know. But she probably won’t take care of you in the morning.” He’s going to have one hell of a hangover; she thought.
“Come on. Let’s get you inside,” she suggested.
Anne helped Gilbert walk into the kitchen and he sat down in a chair with his head in his hands. Suddenly he felt really tired.
“Here,” said Anne as she set down a big glass of water. “You are going to drink at least three of these Mister.”
Gilbert look from the water to her like she was crazy.
“I’m not thirsty,” he said defiantly as he lit a cigarette. Anne noticed that the pack was already three-quarters empty. She snatched the cigarette from his mouth and put it out in the sink.
“Well you’re gonna get thirsty,” she said as she shoved the water closer to him. Gilbert, who even when drunk, knew not to mess with Anne when she was serious, took the glass and finished the water promptly. She filled it up again and he repeated the previous task two more times.
“Good. Now hopefully your hangover won’t be as bad in the morning.”
She helped Gilbert up to his room and almost as soon as he lay down in her bed he was asleep. She looked at him for a minute and remembered that he was only twenty-one almost a man but, still a boy. He might have been a young man but he certainly needed someone to look after him at least some of the time. It was at this time that she realized that Gilbert would need a wife. Every man needed a wife. And despite herself, she found herself worried over who that might be. Would she take care of him properly? Would she go off to parties and leave him in charge? Would she cheat on him? Walk out on him?
She decided to leave it and walked down to the porch to star gaze a little bit to clear her head. She found Gilbert’s unfinished beer on the step and sat down to finish it.
There will probably be another insallment or two, I just haven't finished it yet. I think this'll be a one shot though 
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(I'm Avad100)
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7/12/2007, 7:47 am
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