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IX
A Startling Revelation
Dylan and Anthony
The next afternoon, the four of us were in the clothing warehouse to get the costumes that Anthony and I would wear to the party that was later that night.
"There are so many possibilities for you two to wear!" Natalie squealed as she looked through the computer at the front of the building.
"Are you sure that you guys will be okay in the house without me and Nat?" Alex asked me.
"Don't worry Alex," I said to her comfortingly. "We'll have our molar mikes so you'll be able to hear what goes on."
"Dylan, I've got your guys' costumes," Natalie called out. "Anthony, come over here and put yours on first."
As Anthony walked over to the aisle where Natalie was, I called out, "Better hope she doesn't give you a devil costume."
Anthony turned to me at that and gave me an annoyed look.
I started to laugh and a few seconds later, Alex joined in with me.
Anthony
"Well I have to say, he does look good Nat," Alex said.
"I know, when I saw this, I knew it was perfect for him," Natalie said as she looked over the costume, making sure it fit.
The costume that Natalie had picked out for Anthony was a dark gray three piece pinstripe suit with a dark red tie.
Anthony was looking into the mirror in front of him as Natalie put on his blonde wig. He had already put in his green contact lens earlier. As he was looking at his reflection, he realized that the outfit suited him really well. But he was confused about one thing. "Who am
I?" he asked Natalie.
"Billy Flynn from the movie 'Chicago,'" she answered, holding a hat out to him.
He refused the hat and said, "Thank you for choosing the costume."
Natalie was about to reply when the sound of heeled shoes interrupted her.
"You and the movie Chicago, Nat," Dylan said exasperatingly as she walked up to them.
"Ooo, it looks wonderful!" Natalie squealed, clapping her hands.
Dylan was wearing a flapper type dress that had a skirt of beaded strings instead of fabric. The dress was white with blue beads on the bodice and some on the skirt.
Alex whistled low and said, "You're really going to look like Velma Kelly with your wig and contacts Dylan."
"I think that's what Nat had in mind," Dylan replied wryly. She then turned to Anthony and smiled. "He looks a lot like Billy Flynn, great job Nat," she said.
"Thanks," Natalie answered.
"You look beautiful," Anthony said softly.
"And you look great," Dylan answered, smiling.
"Hey guys, time to get moving," Alex said from behind them.
Dylan
Anthony and I walked into the room where the party was being held arm in arm. The directions on the tickets had led us to a mansion on a hill across from the Getty.
When we had given our tickets to the guard at the door, he had told us that Norris was inside waiting for us.
Anthony saw him first at the bar that was set up on the other side of the room.
We walked over to him and Anthony tapped him on the shoulder.
"Oh, hello you two," Norris said, turning around. "Well you look a lot like those two from the movie." He gave a high-pitched laugh and it was obvious that he was drunk. "Excuse me. Now where are my
manners? Would you guys like a drink? My treat."
"No thanks," I said quickly. "We were wondering, Jay, if we could get our Ice?"
"Of course, of course!" Norris said, standing up. "Business first and then playtime eh?" He laughed again and clapped a hand on Anthony's shoulder. "Just follow me." He walked past the bar and
then along the wall, putting a hand out for support. At a white door, he stopped and motioned for us to follow him inside.
We walked in, closing the door behind us. We had come into a long hallway that had a lot of different colored doors.
Norris had stopped in front of a door and waited for us to walk over to him. "This is the room where my dad does all his Ice dealings," he said. Then he opened the door and went inside.
I looked over at Anthony and said, "His father?"
He shrugged and motioned for me to go into the room.
I walked in and was surprised to see that the room was a library. Every wall had a black bookcase filled with books. The windows and doors were the only places in the walls that didn't have bookshelves.
"Father, I've got the two new customers here," Norris said.
A tall man with short black hair and light brown eyes stood up and looked me and Anthony over. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. O'Kelly," he said, sitting back down in his armchair. "The shipment
of Ice hasn't arrived yet, so please, have a seat while you wait."
I walked over to the black leather love seat that was in a circle with ten armchairs and I sat down.
As Anthony sat down next to me, a man in the armchair across from us asked, "Please continue with the story about your eldest daughter."
Norris' father lit a cigar and smiled. "Ah yes, my long lost daughter," he said. "Well you see, when I was younger, I was an arrogant punk running around the streets. I was a drug dealer from the time I was seventeen until I got caught and put into jail.
"When I got out I was twenty one," Norris' father continued. "I moved in with my aunt and uncle in Ontario in the valley and I got a job as a cashier at a convenience store. After a month at the store,
a beautiful young woman came into the shop while I was working.
"I managed to follow her out of the store and I offered to walk her home, which was a block from the store. Before she went inside the house, I managed to get her to agree to go out with me the next night. We sent steady for a while and then about four months after we met, she told me she was three months pregnant with our kid, a girl. I got out of there as fast as I could, taking a ship to Hawaii and I never came back here until three years ago."
"Who was the woman?" another man in one of the chairs asked.
"Let's see," Norris' father said, tapping his chin with his finger. "Ah yes. It was Lily, Lily Zaas."
IX
A Startling Revelation
Dylan and Anthony
The next afternoon, the four of us were in the clothing warehouse to get the costumes that Anthony and I would wear to the party that was later that night.
"There are so many possibilities for you two to wear!" Natalie squealed as she looked through the computer at the front of the building.
"Are you sure that you guys will be okay in the house without me and Nat?" Alex asked me.
"Don't worry Alex," I said to her comfortingly. "We'll have our molar mikes so you'll be able to hear what goes on."
"Dylan, I've got your guys' costumes," Natalie called out. "Anthony, come over here and put yours on first."
As Anthony walked over to the aisle where Natalie was, I called out, "Better hope she doesn't give you a devil costume."
Anthony turned to me at that and gave me an annoyed look.
I started to laugh and a few seconds later, Alex joined in with me.
Anthony
"Well I have to say, he does look good Nat," Alex said.
"I know, when I saw this, I knew it was perfect for him," Natalie said as she looked over the costume, making sure it fit.
The costume that Natalie had picked out for Anthony was a dark gray three piece pinstripe suit with a dark red tie.
Anthony was looking into the mirror in front of him as Natalie put on his blonde wig. He had already put in his green contact lens earlier. As he was looking at his reflection, he realized that the outfit suited him really well. But he was confused about one thing. "Who am
I?" he asked Natalie.
"Billy Flynn from the movie 'Chicago,'" she answered, holding a hat out to him.
He refused the hat and said, "Thank you for choosing the costume."
Natalie was about to reply when the sound of heeled shoes interrupted her.
"You and the movie Chicago, Nat," Dylan said exasperatingly as she walked up to them.
"Ooo, it looks wonderful!" Natalie squealed, clapping her hands.
Dylan was wearing a flapper type dress that had a skirt of beaded strings instead of fabric. The dress was white with blue beads on the bodice and some on the skirt.
Alex whistled low and said, "You're really going to look like Velma Kelly with your wig and contacts Dylan."
"I think that's what Nat had in mind," Dylan replied wryly. She then turned to Anthony and smiled. "He looks a lot like Billy Flynn, great job Nat," she said.
"Thanks," Natalie answered.
"You look beautiful," Anthony said softly.
"And you look great," Dylan answered, smiling.
"Hey guys, time to get moving," Alex said from behind them.
Dylan
Anthony and I walked into the room where the party was being held arm in arm. The directions on the tickets had led us to a mansion on a hill across from the Getty.
When we had given our tickets to the guard at the door, he had told us that Norris was inside waiting for us.
Anthony saw him first at the bar that was set up on the other side of the room.
We walked over to him and Anthony tapped him on the shoulder.
"Oh, hello you two," Norris said, turning around. "Well you look a lot like those two from the movie." He gave a high-pitched laugh and it was obvious that he was drunk. "Excuse me. Now where are my
manners? Would you guys like a drink? My treat."
"No thanks," I said quickly. "We were wondering, Jay, if we could get our Ice?"
"Of course, of course!" Norris said, standing up. "Business first and then playtime eh?" He laughed again and clapped a hand on Anthony's shoulder. "Just follow me." He walked past the bar and
then along the wall, putting a hand out for support. At a white door, he stopped and motioned for us to follow him inside.
We walked in, closing the door behind us. We had come into a long hallway that had a lot of different colored doors.
Norris had stopped in front of a door and waited for us to walk over to him. "This is the room where my dad does all his Ice dealings," he said. Then he opened the door and went inside.
I looked over at Anthony and said, "His father?"
He shrugged and motioned for me to go into the room.
I walked in and was surprised to see that the room was a library. Every wall had a black bookcase filled with books. The windows and doors were the only places in the walls that didn't have bookshelves.
"Father, I've got the two new customers here," Norris said.
A tall man with short black hair and light brown eyes stood up and looked me and Anthony over. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. O'Kelly," he said, sitting back down in his armchair. "The shipment
of Ice hasn't arrived yet, so please, have a seat while you wait."
I walked over to the black leather love seat that was in a circle with ten armchairs and I sat down.
As Anthony sat down next to me, a man in the armchair across from us asked, "Please continue with the story about your eldest daughter."
Norris' father lit a cigar and smiled. "Ah yes, my long lost daughter," he said. "Well you see, when I was younger, I was an arrogant punk running around the streets. I was a drug dealer from the time I was seventeen until I got caught and put into jail.
"When I got out I was twenty one," Norris' father continued. "I moved in with my aunt and uncle in Ontario in the valley and I got a job as a cashier at a convenience store. After a month at the store,
a beautiful young woman came into the shop while I was working.
"I managed to follow her out of the store and I offered to walk her home, which was a block from the store. Before she went inside the house, I managed to get her to agree to go out with me the next night. We sent steady for a while and then about four months after we met, she told me she was three months pregnant with our kid, a girl. I got out of there as fast as I could, taking a ship to Hawaii and I never came back here until three years ago."
"Who was the woman?" another man in one of the chairs asked.
"Let's see," Norris' father said, tapping his chin with his finger. "Ah yes. It was Lily, Lily Zaas."