And, back by popular demand, we have this vein of insanity! Just something I did during lunch to keep myself a float in the sea of learning overload. Take it as you will--I really don't care.
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Enrique gaped at the computer screen, dumbstruck. He knew those baby shoes--he'd seen them lying on his--their--bed, so many years ago. Shaking his head in disbelief, he pushed the desk chair away from the desk and stood, intending to get some air.
In his stupor, he didn't see Oliver standing in the library doorway until he ran headlong into him.
"Jeez, En, what's up with you? You look like you've seen a ghost."
The Italian shook his head, still in a disbelieving daze. "I can't believe it... All this time..."
Oliver looked at him curiously and lead him back into the library. "What are you talking about?"
Shaking his head again, he reclaimed his seat in front of the computer. "Look," he said wearily, pulling up the webpage. "Tell me you don't recognize those shoes."
Oliver stared at the picture for a long time. "Aren't those the ones you bought for the baby?"
"Yeah. She took them with her when she left." His breath hitched. Standing up, he shouldered past the Frenchman and shuffled to the door. "I'll be in the garden--I need air."
Watching the door fall shut behind him, Oliver bit his lip and looked back at the screen. God, I can't stand it when he's like this. Hmmmm.... I wonder....
He took a seat in the rolling desk chair and picked up the phone sitting beside the monitor.
Johnny wandered into the kitchen of McGregor Castle just in time to hear the phone ring. "What do you people want now," he muttered in annoyance. Picking up the cordless phone, he pressed the 'talk' button with a bit more force than necessary and held it to his ear. "What?"
"Johnny? It's Oliver."
"I can hear that," he said slowly, trying desperately to not blow up at the Frenchman. "Can I help you with something?"
"Can you track an ad on a website for me?"
"Why?"
"Please? I've never asked you for anything, can't you just do this one thing for me?"
"I won't do it unless you tell me why you want me to."
"It's for Enrique."
"All the more reason for me to not do it."
"Please?" The pleading was almost more than Johnny could stand.
"Oliver, if I'm going to do something potentially illegal for you, don't I kind of have the right to know what it's for?"
"...Yes, I suppose."
"Then...?"
Oliver sighed. "You remember when Queen miscarried two years ago?"
"Yeah?"
"And then she disappeared afterwards and took everything of hers and all of the baby's things out of the apartment?"
"Yeah?"
"Enrique found a pair of baby shoes they'd bought on the internet this morning. If Queen put them up for sale...?"
Johnny scowled. "No. Way. In. Hell," he ground out. "I'm not helping the loser with his pathetic love life."
"Please, Johnny? You even said that she made him more bearable," Oliver pouted.
"Yeah...," he said begrudgingly. She had restrained his wild side while they were together.
"Can't you just find an address for the ad? That's all I'm asking. I just want the address."
Silence reigned for several long seconds.
"Email me the link. I have nothing else to do today."
If I don't kill myself doing homework tonight, and if enough people want to see more, than there will be three more chapters, give or take.
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