20-04-2019, 09:49 PM
"Well," Susan said with a sigh. "At least we don't have to expand the garage again." She smiled, shook hands with Helen, they gave each other cheek kisses.
"Don't die." They whispered simultaneously and smiled before Susan boarded the plane.
Troy stood before Helen last.
"Julie's portrait is great." Helen told him. "And I gave my word."
Jeanne approached with a plastic garment bag. Inside was Propappou's smoking jacket, the scent sealed in by the bag. Troy thought for a moment before speaking.
"You know, we probably won't be able to make it back next week. However, we're going to come for our Anniversary, and we'll be back a month after to help with the Festival of Cupid. Maybe you can hold onto it until the anniversary trip, at least. But THEN, I'm gonna want to take it home."
Helen wrapped her good arm around him and met his lips. First like a friend, then like a lover, and then, like a relative; because, even moreso than Julie, Troy was all three to her. She nodded at Jeanne, who spun around and returned the bag to the limousine.
"If there's enough Medina DNA on that thing to clone, I'm putting my science people on it. Fair warning."
"S'ayapo, Petalouda Emay," Troy whispered to her with one more hug before boarding, himself.
Once all three were out of sight, Colleen peeked out from in front of the stair car and looked at Helena. She smiled and nodded, and Colleen got out of the truck, grabbed an overnight bag, and boarded the plane, wearing her old stewardess uniform. She ran up the stairs after them and closed the door.
Helena got back into the chair and wheeled over to the limousine while the engines powered up. Jeanne and Scappa helped her in, then went to load the chair into the vehicle's trunk. When they shut the doors, she looked across the back seat of the limo, to Generalissimo Ramirez.
"And what now, Contessa." He asked, then waited for her response.
Helena watched as their plane made it to the runway, sped up, and lifted off the ground, climbing higher as it sent the people she loved back home. She then lit a cigarette and turned to Ramirez.
"Now," she said. "We get to work on this shit."
"Don't die." They whispered simultaneously and smiled before Susan boarded the plane.
Troy stood before Helen last.
"Julie's portrait is great." Helen told him. "And I gave my word."
Jeanne approached with a plastic garment bag. Inside was Propappou's smoking jacket, the scent sealed in by the bag. Troy thought for a moment before speaking.
"You know, we probably won't be able to make it back next week. However, we're going to come for our Anniversary, and we'll be back a month after to help with the Festival of Cupid. Maybe you can hold onto it until the anniversary trip, at least. But THEN, I'm gonna want to take it home."
Helen wrapped her good arm around him and met his lips. First like a friend, then like a lover, and then, like a relative; because, even moreso than Julie, Troy was all three to her. She nodded at Jeanne, who spun around and returned the bag to the limousine.
"If there's enough Medina DNA on that thing to clone, I'm putting my science people on it. Fair warning."
"S'ayapo, Petalouda Emay," Troy whispered to her with one more hug before boarding, himself.
Once all three were out of sight, Colleen peeked out from in front of the stair car and looked at Helena. She smiled and nodded, and Colleen got out of the truck, grabbed an overnight bag, and boarded the plane, wearing her old stewardess uniform. She ran up the stairs after them and closed the door.
Helena got back into the chair and wheeled over to the limousine while the engines powered up. Jeanne and Scappa helped her in, then went to load the chair into the vehicle's trunk. When they shut the doors, she looked across the back seat of the limo, to Generalissimo Ramirez.
"And what now, Contessa." He asked, then waited for her response.
Helena watched as their plane made it to the runway, sped up, and lifted off the ground, climbing higher as it sent the people she loved back home. She then lit a cigarette and turned to Ramirez.
"Now," she said. "We get to work on this shit."
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