Dèjá vu
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A/N: STILL no reviews? With the exception of Pitbull lady (Thank you hun! ^_^), who sent her's via e-mail I don't have a single one! Argh, I feel so used. If she wasn't reading I'd stop writing, well no that's a lie, I've gone too far to come back now.
Chapter six, Something to reveal
"You expect me too eat that?" Randall exclaimed looking down at the plate of crawfish Julius had brought him, his fronds where standing on end from shock.
"And what's wrong with it?" Jewels asked looking down at him with his arms crossed, he hated it when people complained about his food.
"Well look at it!" He said exasperatedly. He picked one up and sniffed it; Lucy leaned forward over the counter, and looked at the plate then looked up at the monster.
"Oh, shugh." She said then leaned back and called to Aahz. "Hun did you ask him if he was blood to anything here?" Randall had filled the others in on his story or most of it. He had skipped a few parts but Aahz didn't say anything, that was his business not hers.
Aahz turned around, she was pouring Randall a glass of milk, he'd need it in a minute. "No I didn't, I didn't figure too, why?" She turned around and nearly dropped her glass of milk. "Oh, dear I forgot, Randall are you blood- sorry related-to anything here?"
"Huh? No why?" Randall glanced inquiringly up at her, by this time the Monk had leaned in.
"Because," Monk answered for her, "they look a little like you." He sat back down in his stool and drank a little from his glass, then went back to the figures on the paper in front of him that were the Dèjá vu's taxes.
"What?!? The do not!" Randall was aghast "They look nothing like me!"
Aahz came over to the counter. "Then prove it, eat one"
Randall held up one of the crawfish, "How?"
"You bite off the head and tail, suck out the juice, peel off the skin and eat the meat. Oh and here you'll need this." She set down the glass of milk. "Those are hot you know."
Randall huffed and just stuck the whole thing in its mouth, a bit of hot sauce dripped down his chin and he wiped it away annoyed. He didn't have to worry about the shell; he could eat bones if he wanted, they had worse things back in his world. The crawfish turned out to be pretty good, they were crunchy, and he liked that. But they were also soft and the meat had a soft flavor. There was something else to it, but it was kind of hard to place, wait, it was getting stronger, and it was kind of spicy, what was it; it got stronger and hotter until--
"ACK!" Randall grabbed the glass of milk and downed it. "Are you trying to kill me!?!"
Lucy and Aahz burst into laughter, and through that Randall caught Aahz saying, "Told you it was hot."
Jewels looked smug and turned to face the laughter; "I still got it." He said he looked smug but there was a glimmer of pride in his eyes that only came when he got praise for his cooking, and the best praise a Cajun cook can get is when an eater downing a glass of liquid two seconds after they tried the food.
Aahz brushed a tear of laughter out of her eye. "That was the same expression Caily gave me when I first gave her that." Then her smile vanished suddenly and she turned to refill Randall's glass.
After popping another critter in his mouth, he asked. "Who is Caily?"
Aahz froze, as did everyone else, no one said anything, until Aahz turned back around she set down the glass of filled milk, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Randall sensed that he might have asked the wrong question. When she opened her eyes again, it looked like she was wearing a veil of eminence sorrow. She was trying to hide it as best she could but anyone could see it, it was in her eyes, they where like dark smooth green stones at the bottom of a river bead, shimmering as the water rolled across them. Julius put one hand on her shoulder.
"Caily," She began. "is-was my daughter."
"The one from the picture?" He asked wishing that he had not.
"Yes, Caily was four years old when she died. A drunk hit her on his way home from Mardi Gars; my ex-husband David was driving her home. I remember because I always have to work late on Fat Tuesday. Caily had gotten tired and I had asked David to take her home, he didn't want to but I-" her voice quavered a little. "I insisted that she be taken home, it was getting rowdy, and I didn't want her to get hurt here. The drunk that hit her died in he impact, but he hit it just so Caily got hurt and didn't die, not right away anyway. She was badly hurt the ambulance rushed her to the hospital. David was knocked out by the air bag; so, I got the call from the police. That call is the worst thing any mother can ever get." She broke off and leaned into Julius using him for support, he wrapped his arms around her like a big brother would a little sister, who has just awakened from a nightmare, he rubbed her back in a small gesture of comfort, it was the only thing he could do.
"I got to the hospital as quickly as I could, but not quick enough, by the time I got there she had already slipped into a coma, she died a little while later. By that time though David had left me, the only reason he ever stuck around was because of Caily, but, he didn't even come to her funeral. He didn't love us. He just didn't want to pay alimony payments. I got the divorce papers in the mail along with a picture of him and his new bride-to- be. I haven't seen him sense. He left all of his stuff here though every single one of those damn doors he worked on." Aahz got up and wiped her eyes, she hadn't shed any of the tears, but they were still there. "But I've gotten over him, I just never have gotten over Caily's death, I always expect her to be there when I get home, smiling like she used to when the twilight's light hit the dark mobile, in the western window."
Randall sat there and thought to himself as he munched absently on the crawfish, how had this woman come over so much and still persevered. He gained a sudden respect for Aahz, because as it turned out they were not so different after all.
A/N: There you go sorry it is so short, but I couldn't think of a way to end it. R&R!
Disclaimer: If only, if only...
A/N: STILL no reviews? With the exception of Pitbull lady (Thank you hun! ^_^), who sent her's via e-mail I don't have a single one! Argh, I feel so used. If she wasn't reading I'd stop writing, well no that's a lie, I've gone too far to come back now.
Chapter six, Something to reveal
"You expect me too eat that?" Randall exclaimed looking down at the plate of crawfish Julius had brought him, his fronds where standing on end from shock.
"And what's wrong with it?" Jewels asked looking down at him with his arms crossed, he hated it when people complained about his food.
"Well look at it!" He said exasperatedly. He picked one up and sniffed it; Lucy leaned forward over the counter, and looked at the plate then looked up at the monster.
"Oh, shugh." She said then leaned back and called to Aahz. "Hun did you ask him if he was blood to anything here?" Randall had filled the others in on his story or most of it. He had skipped a few parts but Aahz didn't say anything, that was his business not hers.
Aahz turned around, she was pouring Randall a glass of milk, he'd need it in a minute. "No I didn't, I didn't figure too, why?" She turned around and nearly dropped her glass of milk. "Oh, dear I forgot, Randall are you blood- sorry related-to anything here?"
"Huh? No why?" Randall glanced inquiringly up at her, by this time the Monk had leaned in.
"Because," Monk answered for her, "they look a little like you." He sat back down in his stool and drank a little from his glass, then went back to the figures on the paper in front of him that were the Dèjá vu's taxes.
"What?!? The do not!" Randall was aghast "They look nothing like me!"
Aahz came over to the counter. "Then prove it, eat one"
Randall held up one of the crawfish, "How?"
"You bite off the head and tail, suck out the juice, peel off the skin and eat the meat. Oh and here you'll need this." She set down the glass of milk. "Those are hot you know."
Randall huffed and just stuck the whole thing in its mouth, a bit of hot sauce dripped down his chin and he wiped it away annoyed. He didn't have to worry about the shell; he could eat bones if he wanted, they had worse things back in his world. The crawfish turned out to be pretty good, they were crunchy, and he liked that. But they were also soft and the meat had a soft flavor. There was something else to it, but it was kind of hard to place, wait, it was getting stronger, and it was kind of spicy, what was it; it got stronger and hotter until--
"ACK!" Randall grabbed the glass of milk and downed it. "Are you trying to kill me!?!"
Lucy and Aahz burst into laughter, and through that Randall caught Aahz saying, "Told you it was hot."
Jewels looked smug and turned to face the laughter; "I still got it." He said he looked smug but there was a glimmer of pride in his eyes that only came when he got praise for his cooking, and the best praise a Cajun cook can get is when an eater downing a glass of liquid two seconds after they tried the food.
Aahz brushed a tear of laughter out of her eye. "That was the same expression Caily gave me when I first gave her that." Then her smile vanished suddenly and she turned to refill Randall's glass.
After popping another critter in his mouth, he asked. "Who is Caily?"
Aahz froze, as did everyone else, no one said anything, until Aahz turned back around she set down the glass of filled milk, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Randall sensed that he might have asked the wrong question. When she opened her eyes again, it looked like she was wearing a veil of eminence sorrow. She was trying to hide it as best she could but anyone could see it, it was in her eyes, they where like dark smooth green stones at the bottom of a river bead, shimmering as the water rolled across them. Julius put one hand on her shoulder.
"Caily," She began. "is-was my daughter."
"The one from the picture?" He asked wishing that he had not.
"Yes, Caily was four years old when she died. A drunk hit her on his way home from Mardi Gars; my ex-husband David was driving her home. I remember because I always have to work late on Fat Tuesday. Caily had gotten tired and I had asked David to take her home, he didn't want to but I-" her voice quavered a little. "I insisted that she be taken home, it was getting rowdy, and I didn't want her to get hurt here. The drunk that hit her died in he impact, but he hit it just so Caily got hurt and didn't die, not right away anyway. She was badly hurt the ambulance rushed her to the hospital. David was knocked out by the air bag; so, I got the call from the police. That call is the worst thing any mother can ever get." She broke off and leaned into Julius using him for support, he wrapped his arms around her like a big brother would a little sister, who has just awakened from a nightmare, he rubbed her back in a small gesture of comfort, it was the only thing he could do.
"I got to the hospital as quickly as I could, but not quick enough, by the time I got there she had already slipped into a coma, she died a little while later. By that time though David had left me, the only reason he ever stuck around was because of Caily, but, he didn't even come to her funeral. He didn't love us. He just didn't want to pay alimony payments. I got the divorce papers in the mail along with a picture of him and his new bride-to- be. I haven't seen him sense. He left all of his stuff here though every single one of those damn doors he worked on." Aahz got up and wiped her eyes, she hadn't shed any of the tears, but they were still there. "But I've gotten over him, I just never have gotten over Caily's death, I always expect her to be there when I get home, smiling like she used to when the twilight's light hit the dark mobile, in the western window."
Randall sat there and thought to himself as he munched absently on the crawfish, how had this woman come over so much and still persevered. He gained a sudden respect for Aahz, because as it turned out they were not so different after all.
A/N: There you go sorry it is so short, but I couldn't think of a way to end it. R&R!