Chapter 37: The Last Breakfast
The next morning, Silvy is sleeping close to her hot fiancé. Juarez wakes feverish and shivering under her as the alarm clock goes off. She just happily snores. He wriggles out from under her and waddles to the bathroom. There is a sound of cooking pans in the kitchen. Juarez takes a quick shower and feels terrible. Bob Garrison is cooking in his kitchen. Juarez dries off and waddles to the kitchen, shivering and looking kind of like a zombie. Bob is there cooking a very big breakfast with different kind of fishes, waffles, pancakes and bacon. The ex-criminal nearly feels like throwing up when he smells the food. "Sir?" He quietly says.
"Yes?" Bob says and cooks.
"My alias?" He asks. "I tried asking you yesterday but you were being bipolar or something..."
"Bipolar?" Bob asks now curiously as he puts the plates on the table, set for four penguins.
"I came into the room and you called me my name and asked if I had had a nightmare." He shrugs. "I was more expecting growls and threats like normal."
Bob shrugs some. "Sit and eat."
Juarez shakes his head. "Not unless you want it coming back up… I'm nauseous just thinking and smelling food..."
Bob ignores him. "Silvia! Gracey!" He yells upstairs.
Juarez sits down and feels sick.
Grace hears Bob upstairs. She stretches and comes downstairs.
Silvy comes down after her. Juarez tries a smile at her. Silvy smiles at him and sits down on her spot.
Bob whistles some and brings all the food over. Grace sits in the remaining empty spot.
Juarez turns kind of green upon seeing the food. Silvy smiles at him as her dad sits down at the table too. Juarez swallows some and feels terrible.
Grace smiles at Bob and he smiles back at her.
"Excuse me..." Juarez mumbles before getting up from the table.
Grace starts on her plate.
"Rude." Bob mumbles and starts on his plate.
Juarez glances at Bob. "I figured this would be more polite than me throwing up in the floor, sir..." he coughs before waddling fairly quickly out to the closet bathroom.
Bob sighs some. "He makes being decent so hard."
"Well, honey, he's sick..." Grace shrugs. "And maybe you're scaring him some."
"I'm not scary!" Bob says.
"When you've been in the past poking guns in someone's face and are over twice the size of them...You could be a little intimidating." She shrugs. "Though, to me at least, it seems he looks at you more in disappointment than in fear."
"Disappointed?" Bob asks and lowers his spoon.
Grace shrugs some. "I've read facial features when in my interrogations for years. You can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. What the fried kipper he could be disappointed about, I have no clue."
Silvy is stuffing herself with the food and isn't even paying attention to the conversation.
"Why would I ever disappoint a criminal?" Bob mutters.
Grace shrugs. "I'm not sure, but you could probably ask. Maybe you could get the truth out of him."
"Yeah..." Bob nods and feels for a gun.
"And, just my thought, you might want to try it without a gun? He's sick. I doubt he's going to even think of attacking you."
"Fine..." Bob nods and gets out his gun and then gets up from the table and towards Silvy's room.
Grace watches him go and looks at Silvy. She happily eats. Grace eats some too.
Juarez meanwhile has finished throwing up in the bathroom and has returned to Silvy's room. In there he takes out his diary and writes a little in it silently. He wipes his eyes a little with the back of his flipper and continues to write on the back of that page.
Bob then knocks on the door. "Eh… Juarez?" He says awkwardly.
"Sí?" Juarez answers and closes the book.
Bob waddles in and clears his throat some awkwardly. Juarez silently puts his diary away and looks at him.
"Ehm..." Bob says awkwardly.
"Do you need me to come back to the kitchen?" Juarez silently asks. "Or have about my alias? Or need me to do anything else?"
"Why do I disappoint you?" Bob then kind of blurts out.
Juarez looks at him. "Why should you care? I'm just a stupid filthy criminal..." He mutters.
"Because normally criminals are not disappointed in me?" Bob shrugs.
"It doesn't matter, sir." He shakes his head.
"Weird. I thought it did matter because it's about me?" Bob says.
Juarez rubs his face some. "Well, if you really want to know..." He sighs. "You're nothing like my padre's stories described you."
Bob now looks interested at him.
"And I don't remember any of my chickhood before I was ten… Head traumas and things and my padres never bothers to try to help bring those memories back. But you, seem so familiar but at the same time not. Papá always depicted you as caring, smart and understanding… A loyal man who could learn to forgive and forget. But, from what I've seen… You're no better than a mix of my padres." He silently and rather bitterly says. "You were my hero when growing up."
Bob just silently look at him. "Heroes just always let you down, don't they?" He then mutters.
"Yeah..." He silently says. "But, you know, when both your parents and your childhood hero want you dead… And you try to do just that but fail… All I have ever done is fail, to be honest." He says. "And you know, I'm sorry, but it wasn't my choice to be a criminal. Never was. But not you nor anyone else cares about that, except Silvy." He says and gets into a coughing fit.
Bob's face starts to soften some.
Juarez coughs. "But… It doesn't matter. Life is nothing but a string of disappointments anyway. I'll get over it and if you're lucky I will not have to worry about it very long anyway." He shrugs.
Bob looks at him and then hands him some cough syrup. He then sits next to him on the bed.
Juarez silently takes the cough syrup. Bob looks at him.
"I guess I should get my bag ready to go… And do I have a certain alias, or do I just make up one myself?" He silently asks once more, not making eye contact. Bob looks at him, but remains silent. Juarez now looks at him with a silent sigh. "I'm sorry, I should have instead said nothing. You should just forget everything I said. Really." He says as he gets up and gets the sweater and scarf he is borrowing of Silvy's.
"Everything you need to know is in here." Bob says and hands him a file, still with the same look.
"Gracias..." He nods a little. He then takes out his little purple diary and hands it to him. "If I don't make it back, give this to Silvy. If I do, I'd like it back."
Bob nods and takes the diary and puts it in his feathers. He gets out some meds. "Take these twice a day." He mutters and waddles out, with a weird look on his face.
"Okay..." Juarez nods some and watches him go before starting to look through the file.
Bob waddles back to the table, looking pale and with a weird look on his face.
Grace looks at him. "What's wrong?" She asks.
"Nothing..." Bob mumbles and eats.
"What did he say then?" She asks curiously.
"He's disappointed in me because he made me his childhood hero… And I don't live up to the expectation..."
Grace looks at him and nods a little. "Well… Isn't that normally the thing with childhood heros?"
Bob nods a little too and shoves his plate aside. "I'm no longer hungry."
Grace looks at him softly. "Okay..."
Bob nods and sighs.
Grace waddles over and hugs him softly. Bob silently hugs her back. "I was his hero and I let him down..."
"Honey, you didn't mean to." She softly says. "You can't blame yourself."
Bob shrugs silently and gets up. She still hugs him and stands then, too. Bob is silent. Grace rubs his back softly. Bob sighs and turns away from her. She looks softly at him.
"And to think it is all my own kipper fault."
Grace softly looks at him. "Honey..."
Bob waddles to his study. His girlfriend sighs and watches him. Bob silently sits there.
Grace looks at Silvy now.
Silvy finishes her breakfast.
"Well… Your pet has upset your daddy..." Grace says.
"He has?" Silvy asks.
Grace nods. "Yeah, your dad now has went to his study where he's moping."
"What happened?"
"He went to see why Juarez was disappointed of him." She says.
"Oh?" Silvy nods.
Grace nods some. "Yup."
"And that didn't go well?" Silvy asks.
"Apparently your criminal told Bob he had been his childhood hero and how he hasn't lived up to expectations." She says.
"Alright… And why should he be bothered?" Silvy asks.
"I'm not sure… I'm going to guess they talked about something that tied into it that upset him."
"I guess. So how late does he have to leave? Where will I stay?" Silvy asks.
"Juarez will be at the base at eight and will leave from there. You'll stay here with your father." Grace smiles at her. Silvy nods some. "Is he actually allowed to leave the bed or not?" She then asks.
"I think he is for little amounts of time?" She says.
"Alright." Silvy nods. Grace also nods. Silvy sighs some. Grace softly pats her back. Silvy nods some.
"But, I will make sure we keep tabs up on your fiancé, okay?"
Silvy nods some.
Grace nods and kisses her head.
"You promise he won't die?"
Grace goes silent for a moment. "Silvy… I can't make any promises… I can only say we'll have to hope he doesn't..."
Silvy looks at her.
"But, if he gets into a gulag… I might have some ways to get him out, okay?" She pets her.
"Really?" Silvy asks silently.
Grace nods some. "I have some connections there..."
"Okay..." Silvy nods silently.
Grace nods some.
Silvy sighs and looks at the ground.
Juarez then waddles in with a small backpack. Silvy looks up and tries to smile at him. He attempts a small smile back at her as he packs a little food in his backpack for just in case he ends up getting hungry eventually. She stays silent and watches him. He waddles by and kisses her cheek, his beak feeling really warm from his fever. Silvy looks really worriedly at him and hugs him. "Please come back alive..." She says really silently and with a shiver in her voice. "Please..."
"I'll try." He says and hugs her feverishly back. "But… If I don't, I gave something to your father that he is to give you… Okay?" He softly kisses her cheek again. Silvy nods a little and starts crying. Juarez hugs her closely. Silvy cries and hugs him. He closely hugs her and rubs her back. She cries and hugs. He nuzzles her gently. She nuzzles him back. Juarez hugs her and wonders if he really must fly a plane himself to Russia. Silvy then lets go of him. He looks at her. Silvy silently looks at him. He looks back at her, looking pale and sick. She silently tries to not start crying again. He softly wipes some tears off her face and kisses her cheek again. "Adios, Señorita… Hopefully I'll be back soon..."
"I love you..." She says silently.
"I love you, too."
Grace silently watches them.
Silvy then silently watches him leave. Juarez silently waddles out of the house and wonders if he must waddle all the way to the base or if someone is taking him there.
"Bring him to the base." Silvy then growls to Grace.
Grace shrugs some. "Okay."
Silvy then turns and waddles straight to her room.
Grace goes outside and motions Juarez to her car. "Come on, boy, I'll take you there." She says. Juarez silently nods and gets into the car with a last silent glance at the house.
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