rocking the boat - Walter Verse 28

by Awatere11

so it's time to rock the boat, time to mix things up and time for someone to leave the list of players ... i am sorry, I know you will hate me but this is life. Not everyone lives forever and sometimes ... it sucks. Ianto not only has his own grief to handle, but the huge family needs him too. How thin can he go? NB you are all very bossy!

28. Chapter 28

28

"We apologise for any upset" the woman said as she sipped her tea, her name was Ruby.

"That's OK. I totally understand the confusion. Ton is very black and white, your questions did not make sense to him so he responded in the same manner. The cats were all registered as living at Shangri-La when it was supposed to be IN Shangri-La. A clerical error somewhere I am sure. Ah. Moo-moo." Curtis moved in his seat as Maisey entered.

"This is Mister Meow. He was the one who got sick" she said as she thrust the old cat at them, his eyes steely and full of attitude as he yowled at them.

"Maisey, go let him out love. He will want to play in the woods this time of day" Curtis said softly "He can come back through the flap in the door later for nums. OK?"

"Sure" she smiled sweetly at the Botherers and skipped out of the room. Ton had told her all about them. She knew… remembered them well … what they were, never knew they had a name though. No she knows better. Bloody Botherers.

"Sorry about that" Curtis smiled "She loves animals."

"Are those goats?" Duncan asked, pointing with interest out the window.

"Yes, the big white one is called the Goat King because he is the ring leader. See the little ones bouncing around on the outside of the herd? Those are fainting goats. The kids love them. So stupid" Curtis laughed and they awwwed as they watched the goats head for Maisey,

"Interesting choice of artwork" Ruby noted to the painting of Walter that was above the fireplace, smoulderingly handsome in his Piney costume.

"Tad painted it. Yeah, Walty loves it too. Of course … Tad is such an artist." Curtis gushed "I am so blessed."

"Ah. Right!" the clipboard rose to his feet, the only one to not give a name and now he knew the name he really needed "Mister Harkness-Jones. Ah… sorry to bother you. Shit."

"That's OK, and it's Curtis. Walter and I don't like the airs and graces. If he were not on the film set he might come say hi. We are donors for your organization ya know. We even get our rescue animals from you at times. God, we have two dogs out with the kids from the pound. Brilliant. Cee-Cee isn't from there though. Are you love. Cee-Cee is a retired Heddlu Officer. She .. well. On the other side of bars, eh?"

Curtis watched them leave and laughed softly to himself as he waved to them, now sure there was a Botherer alright. And whoever had sent them would be sorry.