15-04-2019, 03:43 PM
Julie was tired too, and it took her a moment to remember that she hadn't fully answered the question.
"My head's still on Seattle time, and Math Boy's back at castle with Susan and Maria, but my admittedly exhausted math says it's been eighteen hours."
Julie's phone had died in the night, and she went back to her chair to take it off the charge cord. "Yeah, that sounds right. I guess I should let people know you're awake, but Ramirez just went home a couple hours ago."
Helena got to use another of her favorite smiles: The Julie Smile. Helena regretted that although Troy was the first boy she'd ever loved, he had certainly not been her first. Julie, on the other hand, was both the first girl that Helena loved, and the first she'd been with. They'd shared their love with others, like Troy and Julie now did in their marriage; but from their earliest "girls' only" slumber parties, to sleepovers involving screaming into pillows, to no longer being able to tell themselves that what they were doing was "experimenting with someone who, OK, IS my friend; and yes, also happens to be a GIRL; and of course, I love her with all my heart and soul, but that doesn't make us...," until Madrid, it was always Julie. The smile reserved for that beautiful Sunflower hair and that oh-so expressive face.
"Is Maria all right?" Helena asked.
"Good, I hear. Really good. She gave a speech, I've been too preoccupied to turn on a TV, but I hear the hospital staff saying it was great. Like she was all 'Grr,'" Julie mimed a tiger's claw. "'I'm the Contessa now! You got a problem with that? Get fucked! I'm off to go Contessa the shit outta this little tourist trap!'"
Helena laughed, past experience telling her that Julie's account may not have been 100% accurate.
"I always knew she would." She thought through the drugs for a moment.
"Damn, the emergency protocols. Maria can't come see me now. Not until I can go home." Another moment's thought. "Hey, I don't know Susan well enough to ask, but you think she'd mind hanging out with Maria until I can come home? I'd love to really meet her." Helena gestured down the length of her body. "But, you know, not like this. Maria's got Stavro, and I hope they get married someday, because we need another heir, and I can't just..." Helena realized her thoughts were drifting and got back on topic. "But I've been where she is, and she also needs real friends, like you guys, and I'd just be more comfortable meeting her at the castle than in a hospital bed, you know?"
Julie nodded.
"I'm sure she'd agree to that. She likes Maria."
"Then I think we can let them all get some sleep. You certainly look like you could use it too."
Julie was too tired to give a comeback. She moved the recliner closer to the bed so that she could reach Helena's hand. Then she took it away and picked up the bag Troy had left.
"Oh, yeah, we brought this. Now, Troy told me to make this absolutely clear: He wants it back."
Julie produced a red velvet smoking jacket from the bag and carefully dbangd it over Helen. Helen took hold of it and tried to pull the garment up to her nose with her left arm, when her shoulder reminded her through the morphine that it was a bad idea, and used her right instead. She took a deep sniff of the fabric.
It smelled a bit like Troy. But more importantly, it still smelled like HIM! Like old tobacco, and olive oil, and Ice Blue Aqua Velva, and Metaxa, and...
"My head's still on Seattle time, and Math Boy's back at castle with Susan and Maria, but my admittedly exhausted math says it's been eighteen hours."
Julie's phone had died in the night, and she went back to her chair to take it off the charge cord. "Yeah, that sounds right. I guess I should let people know you're awake, but Ramirez just went home a couple hours ago."
Helena got to use another of her favorite smiles: The Julie Smile. Helena regretted that although Troy was the first boy she'd ever loved, he had certainly not been her first. Julie, on the other hand, was both the first girl that Helena loved, and the first she'd been with. They'd shared their love with others, like Troy and Julie now did in their marriage; but from their earliest "girls' only" slumber parties, to sleepovers involving screaming into pillows, to no longer being able to tell themselves that what they were doing was "experimenting with someone who, OK, IS my friend; and yes, also happens to be a GIRL; and of course, I love her with all my heart and soul, but that doesn't make us...," until Madrid, it was always Julie. The smile reserved for that beautiful Sunflower hair and that oh-so expressive face.
"Is Maria all right?" Helena asked.
"Good, I hear. Really good. She gave a speech, I've been too preoccupied to turn on a TV, but I hear the hospital staff saying it was great. Like she was all 'Grr,'" Julie mimed a tiger's claw. "'I'm the Contessa now! You got a problem with that? Get fucked! I'm off to go Contessa the shit outta this little tourist trap!'"
Helena laughed, past experience telling her that Julie's account may not have been 100% accurate.
"I always knew she would." She thought through the drugs for a moment.
"Damn, the emergency protocols. Maria can't come see me now. Not until I can go home." Another moment's thought. "Hey, I don't know Susan well enough to ask, but you think she'd mind hanging out with Maria until I can come home? I'd love to really meet her." Helena gestured down the length of her body. "But, you know, not like this. Maria's got Stavro, and I hope they get married someday, because we need another heir, and I can't just..." Helena realized her thoughts were drifting and got back on topic. "But I've been where she is, and she also needs real friends, like you guys, and I'd just be more comfortable meeting her at the castle than in a hospital bed, you know?"
Julie nodded.
"I'm sure she'd agree to that. She likes Maria."
"Then I think we can let them all get some sleep. You certainly look like you could use it too."
Julie was too tired to give a comeback. She moved the recliner closer to the bed so that she could reach Helena's hand. Then she took it away and picked up the bag Troy had left.
"Oh, yeah, we brought this. Now, Troy told me to make this absolutely clear: He wants it back."
Julie produced a red velvet smoking jacket from the bag and carefully dbangd it over Helen. Helen took hold of it and tried to pull the garment up to her nose with her left arm, when her shoulder reminded her through the morphine that it was a bad idea, and used her right instead. She took a deep sniff of the fabric.
It smelled a bit like Troy. But more importantly, it still smelled like HIM! Like old tobacco, and olive oil, and Ice Blue Aqua Velva, and Metaxa, and...
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