One Hundred and Three - BF
They pulled up at the beach two miles from Rehab and got out of the car.
"I'll find us a good spot." Virgil offered. He wondered off down the sands.
"Okay." Scott acknowledged. "Will you give me a hand, Don?"
Don's expression threatened to give him more than just a hand.
Scott popped the boot and started retrieving its contents. He handed Don some chairs and a table, along with an umbrella arrangement, before hefting out two large picnic baskets.
Dusty reached in and pulled out a blanket. "I can at least take this."
Scott looked at the picnic baskets. "I don't know what Grandma packed in here. But I guarantee it'll be enough to feed an army. We'll need help." He looked down the beach. "Virgil! Give us a hand will you?"
Virgil was standing, gazing out to sea. He didn't respond.
Scott stared at him, his frown more of concern than anger. "I'm never sure if he can't hear me or is just ignoring me," he muttered.
"How bad is he?" Dusty asked.
"Better than he was when we though it was permanent, which was only a week ago." Scott said grimly. "We're hopeful that he'll make a full recovery. Excuse me." He walked down the beach to his brother. "Are you okay?"
"Pardon? Sorry Scott, the surf's a bit loud."
Are you okay?
"I'm fine. Just remembering..."
Maybe we should go somewhere else.
"No. It's okay. I've got Brains' 'Babelet'."
I didn't mean that...
"Don't worry, Scott. Like I said, I'm fine. That's all in the past."
Dusty leant on the car and watched them. "Look at them. How can you say there's anything sinister going on there?"
"I didn't say sinister. I just don't trust them."
"Oh, Don!" She sighed in exasperation.
"Promise me that you'll listen to them and then tell them thanks but no thanks." He begged.
"I'll listen, and I'll listen with an open mind. Then I'll make a decision," she told him.
"Dusty..."
Scott and Virgil arrived back at the car. They each picked up a picnic basket and a couple of chairs.
"Okay, where?" Scott asked.
Virgil looked at him blankly.
Scott put down his load again. Where are we going to have lunch?
"Oh, sorry. Over there." Virgil led the way.
It was a warm day, with a hint of sea breeze to keep the air from getting too warm. Virgil had chosen a spot out in the open. They had plenty of space to talk without being overheard.
Working together Scott and Virgil quickly erected some shade, while Don unfolded the chairs and table and Dusty laid out the blanket.
Hard work done they settled down in the shade to unpack their lunch.
Dusty's eyes grew wide as she saw the food emerge from the baskets. "This is too much!"
"Told you Grandma packs enough to feed an army." Scott reminded her. "I think she thought all five of her grandsons were coming on this outing." He pulled out an object the size of a clipboard and as thick as a pencil. "That's yours." He handed it to Virgil.
"Good, thanks." Virgil took it and pressed it in a couple of places.
"Is it working?" Scott asked him.
"Yep."
"Okay... I think that's everything. Dig in everyone. We can discuss business later."
They pulled up at the beach two miles from Rehab and got out of the car.
"I'll find us a good spot." Virgil offered. He wondered off down the sands.
"Okay." Scott acknowledged. "Will you give me a hand, Don?"
Don's expression threatened to give him more than just a hand.
Scott popped the boot and started retrieving its contents. He handed Don some chairs and a table, along with an umbrella arrangement, before hefting out two large picnic baskets.
Dusty reached in and pulled out a blanket. "I can at least take this."
Scott looked at the picnic baskets. "I don't know what Grandma packed in here. But I guarantee it'll be enough to feed an army. We'll need help." He looked down the beach. "Virgil! Give us a hand will you?"
Virgil was standing, gazing out to sea. He didn't respond.
Scott stared at him, his frown more of concern than anger. "I'm never sure if he can't hear me or is just ignoring me," he muttered.
"How bad is he?" Dusty asked.
"Better than he was when we though it was permanent, which was only a week ago." Scott said grimly. "We're hopeful that he'll make a full recovery. Excuse me." He walked down the beach to his brother. "Are you okay?"
"Pardon? Sorry Scott, the surf's a bit loud."
Are you okay?
"I'm fine. Just remembering..."
Maybe we should go somewhere else.
"No. It's okay. I've got Brains' 'Babelet'."
I didn't mean that...
"Don't worry, Scott. Like I said, I'm fine. That's all in the past."
Dusty leant on the car and watched them. "Look at them. How can you say there's anything sinister going on there?"
"I didn't say sinister. I just don't trust them."
"Oh, Don!" She sighed in exasperation.
"Promise me that you'll listen to them and then tell them thanks but no thanks." He begged.
"I'll listen, and I'll listen with an open mind. Then I'll make a decision," she told him.
"Dusty..."
Scott and Virgil arrived back at the car. They each picked up a picnic basket and a couple of chairs.
"Okay, where?" Scott asked.
Virgil looked at him blankly.
Scott put down his load again. Where are we going to have lunch?
"Oh, sorry. Over there." Virgil led the way.
It was a warm day, with a hint of sea breeze to keep the air from getting too warm. Virgil had chosen a spot out in the open. They had plenty of space to talk without being overheard.
Working together Scott and Virgil quickly erected some shade, while Don unfolded the chairs and table and Dusty laid out the blanket.
Hard work done they settled down in the shade to unpack their lunch.
Dusty's eyes grew wide as she saw the food emerge from the baskets. "This is too much!"
"Told you Grandma packs enough to feed an army." Scott reminded her. "I think she thought all five of her grandsons were coming on this outing." He pulled out an object the size of a clipboard and as thick as a pencil. "That's yours." He handed it to Virgil.
"Good, thanks." Virgil took it and pressed it in a couple of places.
"Is it working?" Scott asked him.
"Yep."
"Okay... I think that's everything. Dig in everyone. We can discuss business later."