CH6: Regarding Tully

A knock came at the front door.

"I'll get it," Danielle screamed. Danielle opened the door.

"Hello, is Gomez home," a redheaded woman said. She was pushing a stroller with a toddler full of hair. Right by her side was a man that looked just like the toddler.

"Hello, Margaret," Wednesday said, "Hello Cousin Itt, and What."

"Hello Wednesday," Margaret said, "Who's the brunette?"

"That's one of the baby-sitters," Wednesday said, "Her name is Charlayne Babineaux."

"Oh, where are your parents," Margaret asked.

"Mother and Father are away on their third honeymoon," Pugsley explained.

"Huh. I had something to tell him regarding Tully," Margaret said.

Wednesday's POV:

"Tully Alford," Celeste said, "I remember him. My best friend, Anneleise's mother was conned out of thousands of dollars because of him."

"Wait, Anneleise, you said," I asked.

"Oui," Celeste answered, "Anneleise Pinder-Schloss. And her mother, Greta. I believe they stole a lot of money from your family, Mercredi."

"What," I asked.

"Mercredi is French for Wednesday," Charlayne said.

"Alright, call me when your father gets back, Wednesday," Margaret said, "Bye."

"Bye," I said. Margaret left

"How old are you two anyway," I asked them.

"Fifteen," the Babineaux girls replied.

"Why are you baby-sitting Pugsley and me then," I asked, "We're fifteen, too."

"I don't know," Charlayne said, "I don't know. I have to go check on Aunt Hyacinthe."

"No, Fester is taking care of her," Celeste said, "Do you know how to get to the vault, Wednesday?"

"No, I don't. I know the safe combo and the liquor bottle," I answered, "I don't know the lever."

"Oh, that's okay," Celeste said, "Your father just wants to make sure nobody robs him blind while he's gone. He left it up to us."

"Aha," I said, "He actually trusts you?"

"Yeah," Celeste innocently stated, "I guess he does."

"This probably is regarding Tully," I muttered.

"Who's that," Charlayne asked.

"Tully was our former lawyer," I explained, "He wasn't very good at it. He died two years ago."

"I think this regarding him," Charlayne mumbled, "Let's go check on the vault."

"Okay," I said. This was it. I finally get to go to the vault. I'm the oldest, so when I inherit the estate, I'll know how to get to it for money. I really like Charlayne and Celeste. They could be a good use to me.

Caitlynne's POV:

June 25th,

Well, we got to go to the vault today. Just me, Deale, and Wednesday. I feel as if she is on to our scheme. Is she? How should I know? I can't help but notice a tune that keeps recurring in my head. It's old. It's probably a little older than Deale and I combined. Or as old as that sweet Debbie Jellinsky. I sometimes find myself humming it. The song's name, I have no idea. Deale, I know you'll read this. Can you tell me the name of the song I keep humming to? And write down the lyrics. Loving Hugs!

Caitlynne "Catty" Abigail Anna-Louise Craven aka Celeste Babineaux

I always hum that song. I don't know the name of it. Mother always used to hum it while brushing through my hair. She stopped when I could start doing my own hair. Deale knows the song by heart. She sings a few words every now and then.

Danielle's POV:

June 25th,

The song you're thinking of is "Sound of Silence" by Simon &Garfunkel. Yes, I do know those words by heart. Here are the lyrics.

Hello, darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I've walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone. Beneath the halo of a street lamp. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night. And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell. And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming. It said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls." And whispered in the sound of silence.

That's the song for you. And I believe you when you say Wednesday might be on our scheme. She's been acting strange since we showed her how to get to the vault. Keep in mind; we still have to show Debbie how to get to it! Anyway, see ya!

Loving Hugs!

Danielle "Deale" Abigail Anna-Louise Craven aka Charlayne Babineaux!

Of course, Catty wanted the lyrics. "Sound of Silence" was Aunt Abigail's favorite song. My mother's, too.

"Danielle Abigail Anna-Louise Craven," I heard Mother say, "Can you come here for a moment?" I reluctantly obeyed. Mother was sitting on Gordon's bed.

"Yes, Mother," I asked.

"Come here," she instructed. I walked over and sat beside her. She took my head and placed it on her chest.

"Can you hear it, my darling angel," she said, "My heart beating. It's the only thing keeping me alive. And it beats only for you. It says, 'Danielle, I love you, get me the gold.'" The room was full of silence. Except for Mother's speaking. I could hear the steady beating of her frail heart.

"Ce qui dans l'enfer a ete que ca veut m'apprende," I asked in French. It meant: "What in the hell was that supposed to teach me?"

"It was to show you how much I love you," Mother said, "You do know I love you, right?"

"Yes, Mother, I do love you," I answered, "I love you more than anything in the damn world." I hugged mother and laid my head on her shoulder. I love my mother. I'd do anything for her.

Anna's POV:

I just pulled an Abigail. Taking my daughter's head and putting it on my chest just to show how much I love her. Abigail did the same thing to Caitlynne and Gordon. But, Danielle is my reason for living. Not once have I laid a hand on her. Unlike Abigail. She slapped both of her children in the face. Hard enough to where Caitlynne had gotten a bruise on her cheek from it. It's still a bit swollen. She's lucky Abigail didn't knock her out.

"I'm going to bed, sweetheart, alright," I told my only daughter.

"Okay," Danielle sweetly replied, "I'm gonna go to. Can I sleep in bed with you?"

"Always," I answered, "Come along."