"It's love isn't it? Sometimes you just walk into a house and you take one look around and you know! And you say 'This is for me!" said New Orleans realtor Jim Evers. The blonde woman in glasses looking out the window sighing and said,
"Ah! I think it's perfect! It's just what we've been looking for!" Her husband across the room looked around and said,
"There aren't enough plugs!" Jim stood next to him and interjected,
"Hey wait now, Mr. Coleman, that place I showed you on Sycamore Street, was absolutely positively loaded with plugs!"
"That's right! There were plenty!" said Mrs. Coleman aggravated.
"Ah but the steps were too high! When we get older, we could trip!" argued Mr. Coleman going over to his wife.
"Ever house we look at you find something to pick at!" she said.
"I just know what I like!"
"Would you like a divorce? 'Cause I'll bring it!" she threatened. Not wanting to break up another fight between them or get another bloody nose, Jim stopped them saying,
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! No need for that! Let me explain something to you. I'm going to find this house for you. I am totally committed to finding the perfect house for you. I don't care how long it takes! Because at Evers and Evers, we want you to be happy forEvers, and Evers!" Chuckling at his own joke, Jim answered his ringing cell phone and said,
"Oh excuse me one second, let me take this call! Sorry, I'm so sorry! Hello, Evers and Evers Real Estate, Jim Evers!"
"Hi honey! How's it going? Do they like the house?" said his wife Sara on the headset phone in her car.
"'Sara! Perfect timing baby! You are going to help me close this deal!" thought Jim. He said,
"Ah yes, this house still is available!"
"Oh, I knew it! I told you they were lookie-lous!" said Sara.
"Another interested party, excuse me one sec!" said Jim turning away from the Coleman's.
"Listen! I'm on my way home to fix dinner. And I'm really looking forward to Friday night!" hinted Sara.
"Well, are you pre-approved?" asked Jim in their special code.
"Yeah, the reservation's at seven on Friday! So don't be late!" warned Sara.
"Well seven is perfect! Let's get together Friday at seven and we'll go over your offer!" said Jim.
"Ok, honey. I'll see you later!" said Sara.
"See? See what you did!" said Mrs. Coleman punching her husband in the stomach as Jim hung up. She continued,
"We love the house! We do! We love it!"
"Well then Mrs. Coleman. Taking that into consideration, there's only one thing left to do. Let's sign some papers!" said Jim stepping forward to produce a pen for Mrs. Coleman's eager hand to snatch up.
Meanwhile, back on the beach Jack and the Turners hid under an abandoned dock watching people show up to come swim in the ocean and sunbath on the sand. To the shock of the Turners and the delight of Jack, they saw people strip down to colorful pieces of undergarment to go for a dip, becoming especially shocked at the young women. Will sighed and muttered to himself,
"Some honeymoon this is!"
"Oh, Will. Don't blame yourself. Blame Jack!" glared Elizabeth towards the pirate's direction. Jack turned from his observations of the beach to snap at her,
"Begging Milady's pardon I delayed her night of wedded bliss, but I am trying to get us home Savvy?"
"How?" asked Elizabeth desperately.
"I'm working on that!" sighed Jack turning back to the beach. When he saw three people of his group's shape and size discard their outerwear to go for a dip in the ocean, Jack rushed forward to their blanket and gathered up the clothes, only to rush back a second later. Depositing a large empty canvas duffle bag with a shoulder strap next to him, he passed out the clothing saying,
"First, we've got to look like the natives, Savvy?"
"But Jack, won't they miss these?" asked Will.
"Probably. This is why we must empty the pockets and dash outta here!" said Jack taking off his coat and vest. Blushing, Elizabeth said shyly,
"I'll change behind that rock over there!" Watching her with longing, Will turned back to his friend who was taking his shirt off with a sly grin.
"What?" asked Will.
"You'll never make it through the night, whelp!" chuckled Jack. A few minutes later found Jack in a black leather coat that fell to a few inches above his knees, a comfortable white button up shirt, and a strange blue canvas material that made up the long pants. Will was in a similar pair of pants, but he had a short sleeve white pullover shirt and a smoke gray pea coat. A second later, Elizabeth came out with her head and curls down clutching her wedding dress to her chest that was covered up by a shirt similar to Will's but it was pink with the word 'Foxy' in purple letters. She had a lighter blue canvas pants that hugged her curves, and a light purple canvas jacket on as well. They were all wearing their own footwear, with Jack opting to leave his tricorne hat and sword with the rest of their clothes in the bag.
"Do I look alright?" asked Elizabeth uncertainly. Stopping Jack from making a rude remark, Will stepped forward and said,
"Beautiful! As always!" Elizabeth smiled as she handed Will her dress to put in the bag,
"Well at least these women have done away with ruddy corsets!" As Elizabeth checked her face in the mirror, Will asked Jack,
"So now what?"
"Now we figure out where we are and where we need to be to get home!" said Jack. The mirror began to glow in Elizabeth's hand as she said in fright,
"Will!" The men approached cautiously and looked into the mirror. Inside, images of landscapes could be seen until they finally settled on a dark and gloomy old house in the middle of a swamp.
"Where is that?" asked Will.
"That's where we need to be to get home!" said Jack. They gathered their things and entered the city, astounded by the complexity of well...everything. They came upon a newsstand and Jack stopped and said,
"Maybe we should read these papers to find out where we are!" They started to look around when a round little man said to them in a strange dialect,
"Hey folks, this here ain't no library! Now you're either going to pay for something or ain't ya?" Jack held up his hands in defeat and smiled,
"Apologies sir! We shall be on our way!" He snatched the little book called 'Teen People' with some pretty boy named Orlando Bloom on the cover out of Will's hands and backed them away from the stand. Looking back, Jack checked to make sure the man wasn't watching, when he pulled a newspaper from under his coat.
"Jack! You stole that!" whispered Will.
"Pirate! Now let's see, according to this, we are in a town called Mobile, Alabama, USA, and today is Wednesday, October tenth...2005?" cried Jack in surprise. They all stopped as Elizabeth said,
"We jumped forward over three hundred years!"
"Shhush!" said Jack.
"What do we do now?" asked Will. Stopping at a place called, "Southern Fried", Jack smelled delicious aromas and said,
"We eat!"
Inside, they sat at a booth while a middle-aged waitress with messy blond-gray hair came up to them with a pad and paper saying,
"Ok, kids. What'll ya have?" Jack fished out the handful of shillings he did have and asked,
"Will this get us anything?" Examining one of the coins, the waitress said,
"Yeah, once you take it to a pawn shop!"
"Beg your pardon?" asked Jack as she handed the coin back to Jack.
"My husband collects old coins like this. These can be worth up to two-hundred dollars a piece! Look, how about some coffee for now and one of you can go get those traded at the pawn shop on the corner? Just tell them Ethel sent ya!" she said. Elizabeth asked,
"Do you have any tea?'
"Tea?" asked Ethel. Standing, Jack shot Elizabeth a look that said,
"Don't push your luck!" and then he said to Ethel,
"Ethel me dear, that sounds like a brilliant idea! Drinks all around!"
"How do you take your coffee?" she asked her bright blue eyes twinkling.
"In a cup?" asked Jack.
"Decaf?' she asked.
"Decaf?" asked Jack.
"Decaf it is!" said Ethel walking away. Jack shrugged and said,
"Right then! I'm going to find this pawn shop and get these coins traded!"
"At least we don't have to worry about money!" said Elizabeth sighing in relief.
"But do you think you'll get a lot for those Jack?" asked Will skeptically.
"Son, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!"
Later, Will was counting out the hundred dollar bills while Elizabeth finished her third helping of pancakes. Jack read aloud from a map he had picked up,
"Alright, we are here on the Gulf of Mexico and Jamaica is waaayyyy over here!"
"Eight-hundred..." said Will.
"So we are looking for a rich plantation in a swamp right?" asked Elizabeth with her mouth full.
"Right, and if I remember my cartography lessons correctly, The areas closest to here that are full of swampland are the New Orleans colony and the State of Florida." said Jack.
"Eleven-hundred..." said Will.
"Cartography? Since when did you study cartography?" asked Elizabeth amused. Jack's eyes grew with panic before calming down and saying,
"Anyway, Florida seems to be no longer occupied by the Spanish, so we can go to either one!"
"But how do we choose?" asked Elizabeth.
"Fifteen hundred..." Will said. Jack thought a moment before saying,
"Hand me that mirror!" Giving it to him, Elizabeth said,
"Why?"
"Maybe if we look again, we can spot some clues...let's see, anyone looking?" he asked.
"No..." said Elizabeth.
"Two-thousand..." said Will. Looking into the glowing mirror, Jack said,
"Ok, I see the ocean, houses, trees, and a boat...with paddle wheels?"
"Paddle wheels? What are those?" asked Elizabeth.
"And now I just saw a group of musicians leading a funeral...and everyone was dancing!" said Jack.
"What kind of place are we going to?" asked Elizabeth.
"Twenty-five hundred! What'd I miss?" asked Will.
"Shhush!" said Elizabeth as Ethel came over with the check.
"Here you are! And I included my tip in there for ya!" she said.
"Thank ye...tell us Ethel my dove, where might we fight a boat with paddle wheels and musicians leading a funeral where everyone is dancing?" asked Jack smoothly giving her a one-hundred dollar bill.
"Why, New Orleans of course!" said Ethel laughing and walking away.
"New Orleans it is!" said Jack with a grin.
"But how do we get there?" asked Will as Ethel came back with their change.
"Why Sugar if you need transportation you can just rent a car across the street!" offered Ethel.
"Thank ye Ethel my angel!" said Jack giving her a wink. As she went off, they looked out the window and saw one of those strange horseless metal carriages.
"Jack we don't know how to drive one of those things!" whispered Will.
"Mate I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! I can drive anything!" protested Jack.
"Jack!" said Will. Rolling his eyes, Jack said,
"Ok, maybe we need someone who knows how to drive one of those things! But where are we going to find somebody?" asked Jack.
"Well can't we just get a boat and sail to New Orleans? It's on the coast!" asked Elizabeth.
"I don't know these waters! 'Sides, I have a feeling that if they're carriages improved, so did their boats which means we couldn't even steal a boat and sail her proper! We have to go by land!" said Jack
"But where are we going to get someone to take us that far?" asked Will. Thinking it over, Jack called Ethel over and asked,
"Ethel my pet, where would there be a pub that sailors or drivers go to forget the worries of the world around here, aye?"
"Lord, you are a smooth one ain't ay? You can go to the Ruff and Tumble Honky Tonk Bar near the pier on the other side of town. Truckers and fishers stop by there all the time!" answered Ethel. All standing they started to leave as Jack kissed Ethel on the cheek and said,
"Ethel Luv, that husband of yours is a lucky man!"
"Get outta here! Bye bye now!" waved Ethel with an extra skip in her step. They spent the rest of the day walking across town, but they finally found the Ruff and Tumble Honky Tonk Bar by the pier.
"So let me get this straight, your plan is to commission a sailor or a driver to take us to New Orleans?" asked Will. Stopping just as two drunks fell out the front door, Jack said,
"Yeah!"
"Well at least you have a plan!" said Will helping Elizabeth step over the two men and into the bar. There was a loud rocking music with a flat tone to it filling the air. Trying to find a table, Jack bumped into a drunken man who spilled his beer on Jack's sleeve and slurred out,
"OH! Pardon me! I'm sorry! Here let me get that for ya! (HIC)"
"Really mate its fine!" said Jack trying to lose the man.
"Gee I feel just teribable, terribible...real bad...say you've got a great face, you ever thought of going into movies?" asked the man getting too close.
"Never crossed my mind!" said Jack. Tucking a business card into Jack's coat pocket, the man said,
"Will if you ever want to get into show biz, there's my card! Let's do lunch!" As the man walked away, Jack shrugged and found the Turners sitting down at a table in the center of the room. After ordering their drinks, Will asked,
"When will we start asking around?"
"Let's get a feel for the place first, Savvy?" asked Jack.
"You know Jack, I was thinking about that incantation. It said to return home before the next full moon descends from its peak. I looked outside and the moon was half full..." said Elizabeth. Darting his eyes side to side for a minute in thought, Jack stood and smiled saying,
"Right then...start working the room!" Jack went over to the bar and tried to talk to a man but he walked away, so Jack settled on the young brunette woman in the skimpy black top and tight pants giving him the eye. He sauntered over and said,
"Hello Luv!"
"Hey Handsome, never seen you in here before!" she flirted.
"Well I'm new in town. So, how much for a night of making a man feel welcome?" asked Jack in a sultry voice. She gasped and slapped him so hard he turned his face to the side. As she stomped away, Jack said,
"Not sure I deserved that!" As he rubbed his cheek, and flexed his jaw, the singer on stage finished her song and said to the audience,
"Thank you! For..." Then she saw the crowd watching the football game on TV and she continued sadly, "For not listening!...Ok, take five guys!" Jack watched in curiosity as the young woman started heading towards the ladies room, but she slowed by a box in the wall. She looked around, not seeing Jack watching her, and then she opened the box and pulled something out.
"AAAWWW!"
"What is that!" moaned the crowd as the TV went black. Jack couldn't help but grin as the woman shut the box and tuck the piece of metal in her cleavage and smirked in triumph. He liked that little smirk. And that little cleavage. He returned to the table with Elizabeth and Will staring into their drinks in defeat.
"No luck?" he asked taking a swig of his drink and liking this Captain Morgan more and more.
"It would seem every person here cannot find the time to go to New Orleans!" sighed Elizabeth.
"At least not for a few thousand dollars worth!" said Will. Jack shrugged and then turned his attention to the stage when he heard the young woman say,
"Are ya'll ready to rock?" The crowd gave some polite applause as the band started to tune their instruments. Jack looked over this petite young brunette with long wavy hair down to the small of her back. She was full figured but fit, her jeans hugging every curve. Her porcelain skin glowing under the stage lights, she smiled showing off the dimples in her cheek and the sparkle to her dusty blue-green eyes. She tapped her spiked heel patent leather boots that could easily kill a man to the up coming beat. Then the bass guitar started to play a repeating melody to which the crowd gave a great roar of approval.
"I guess they like this song!" yelled Will.
"Yeah, I'm Stacey St. Claire and I believe ya'll know this one!" said the singer getting into the feel of the room. She started to sing,
"Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think it's a sin, yes
Well I heard mister young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil young will remember
A southern man don't need him around anyhow"
The crowd began to sing along,
"Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama"
Jack and the Turners began to clap along with the crowd, starting to enjoy themselves.
"Now muscle shoals has got the swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby!
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet home Alabama
Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer"
The crowd exploded into applause as Stacey took a bow. Then another melody began to play, this time sending the women into a frenzy as Stacey began to sing,
"Well, I ain't never- been the Barbie doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait" Stacey began to walk offstage and into the crowd,
"Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip!" she sang slapping her hip very much to Jack's liking.
"'cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw'
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah!"
"HELL YEAH!" repeated the crowd.
"Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice" sang Stacey leaning on the shoulder of the big man next to Jack's table, giving Jack a nice view of her bottom.
"But I can buy the same dang thing- on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy, just as sexy" sang Stacey meeting Jack's gaze and shimming her shoulders, "as those models on TV" She came around the back of Jack's chair with him keeping his intense stare on her as she waved her finger and pointed to herself,
"I don't need no designer tag- to make my man want me!
Well, you might think I'm trashy," she shrugged here, "a little too hardcore
But in my neck- of the woods," She climbed on the bar as she sang," I'm just the girl next door!"
I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say, " She slide down the bar singing, "'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'!
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah!" She got back to the stage and crouched down to a trucker in front taking his hat and putting it over her eyes singing,
"I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raising
I say," She shoved the hat back into the truckers face before standing and belting out, "'hey y'all' and 'yee-haw'!
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every ol' Bocephus song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah!"
"Hell yeah!" shouted Elizabeth with the crowd.
"Hell yeah!" sang Stacey.
"Hell yeah!" shouted the crowd.
"I said hell yeah!" finished Stacey taking in the roar of applause once more. Very out of character, Jack stood up and clapped shouting,
"Bravo! Bravo! Encore!" This left the Turners very confused as they exchanged looks. The owner of the bar came on the stage and said into the microphone,
"Hey, ya'll give a big ol' hand to Stacey St. Claire!" The audience complied as Stacey said in a slow melodious drawl,
"Thanks ya'll! Goodnight!" Just as Jack began to whistle, he heard in his ear,
"The one who will capture your heart with song..." He slowed his clapping and began to wonder...could this girl have something to do with getting back home? Deciding to investigate, Jack left the table, not answering the Turner's questions, and started making his way to the owner.
"Begging the gentleman's pardon, but may I have an introduction with that lovely young siren that graced your stage but a moment ago?" asked Jack.
"Huh? Oh, you lookin' fer Stacey? Yeah she's in the parking lot putting her stuff away!" said the owner thumbing towards the door. Jack tipping his fingers to his temple in thanks and went out in the mild Alabama air to find this intriguing woman. Sure enough, there she was trying to lift a heavy black box into the back of her jeep with a little black dog watching her over the back seat.
"Murray, I know chivalry is dead, but whatever happened to just plain ol' manners? See, anyone of those fellas in the band tonight, shoulda offered to help me load my junk if their mama's raised them right. Am I right?" Stacey asked her furry companion. Murray barked in agreement as Stacey sighed bending over to once again lift the speaker into her car. Then she heard a husky British Cockney over her shoulder say cockily,
"Right as rain Milady!" Murray barked his greeting to the newcomer as Stacey looked over her shoulder seeing the most attractive man she had ever seen leaning against her jeep with his slim frame, his solid arms folded over his chest, and his feet crossed over one another while being decked out in tan boots fit for a Musketeer. He had the wildest hair of dark brown resembling seaweed, tied back with a faded red bandana, and an intensive brown eyed stare that filled her with such desire, it terrified her. She stood up straight as he continued,
"Lovely view tonight, ain't it Luv?" She met his half smirk with one of her own and said,
"You better be talking about the Gulf of Mexico!" He straightened up to his full five inch, nine inch tall frame and picked up the speaker with ease saying,
"Allow me!" He put it gently into the back of her jeep as she said,
"Thank you, Mr...?"
"Jack Sparrow, at your service Luv!" said Jack not wanting to reveal himself as a ship's captain just yet. He took her hand and kissed the back as she laughed,
"Lord, you sure do know how to make a first impression don't ya?"
"I hope to make a lasting impression, if it's all the same to you!" he said.
"Well you're gettin' there darlin'!" she said.
"You certainly made a lasting impression in there. You were brilliant tonight." he said.
"Thank you. But if you don't mind, I've got to get going. I've got to be hitting the road!" she said starting to climb in the driver's side of the car.
"Probably best. After all you wouldn't want any inappropriate advances from men thinking that just 'cause you look and sing like an angel, you'll be innocent enough to accept their approaches and let them lead you down the wrong road." nodded Jack as she closed the door and said,
"Yeah, well nice meeting ya!" As she was getting her things situated, a knock came on the window. Stacey rolled down the window and asked Jack,
"May I help you?" He leaned on his elbow against the door and asked,
"May I have the honor of buying you a drink?"
"Didn't you just say that I didn't want any inappropriate advances from men?" she asked.
"My advances will never be inappropriate Milady." assured Jack.
"Well..." said Stacey contemplating this.
"Please?" he asked locking her gaze with a look that so resembled a puppy dog. And Stacey always was a dog person...
Fifteen minutes later, Stacey was drinking her bottled water as Will asked,
"So where are you from Miss St. Claire?"
"Call me Stacey. Anywho, I'm from Kentucky, but I feel as if I was raised in this area because I spent my summers with my Grandma in New Orleans." she answered not noticing the glances the Turners gave Jack at the sound of New Orleans. Taking a swig of his rum, Jack asked,
"And why would an enchanting creature such as yourself be doing singing for her supper, aye Luv?"
"Well, I want to get famous and travel the world. Ain't like I ain't got nothing else going for me." she said.
"Why not?" asked Elizabeth.
"Well, my parents died in a car wreck when I was sixteen, so I went to live with my Grandma for five years, then she died, so I had to spend all the money I had for college on a funeral which meant I had to drop out. So, me and Murray have been going round the south trying to break into showbiz for the past two years!" said Stacey pouring some of her water into a clean ashtray and sitting it on the ground for Murray to drink out of. Catching the world "showbiz", a crooked smile grew on Jack's lips as he took out the business card the drunk had given him earlier and said,
"Well life's funny like that I guess. As I was just saying to a Mr. Tony Brockton..." Stacey's head snapped up and her eyes went wide in shock as she stared at Jack and said,
"THE Tony Brockton? The big Nashville record producer!"
"That's what it says on this card. You know him?" he asked.
"KNOW HIM!" I've only been trying to get him to listen to me since forever and a day!" said Stacey. Jack grinned,
"Really? Funny ol' world isn't it?"
"Mr. Sparrow ya got to let me have that card!" said Stacey.
"Well Luv now you leave me in a rather awkward position. On the one hand, I could give you this calling card thus making all your goals and dreams achievable..."started Jack hypnotizing Stacey by waving the card under her nose until she started to reach for it. He pulled back sitting towards the side of his chair, his legs casually crossed and continued while looking at the card,
"On the other hand... If this little scrap of paper is so important to you, then I have to ask myself, what's in it for me?"
"Huh?" she said snapping out of her trance. He looked at her and grinned,
"My friends and I are strangers to this new world Missy, and we require your assistance." Stacey looked at the Turners then back at Jack and asked,
"What do you want?"
"Drive us to New Orleans, help us find what we seek, and I shall give you the key to your destiny, Savvy?" Silence fell between them leaving Will and Elizabeth to look back and forth between them wondering what would transpire. Finally, Stacey asked,
"Ya'll ain't doing anythin' illegal are ya?"
"Not this time!" said Jack slyly. Giving it some more thought, Stacey squared her shoulders and said,
"Fine, but I also want one-thousand dollars!"
"Five-hundred!" bartered Jack.
"Nine hundred!"
"Six hundred!"
"Eight-hundred!" said Stacey folding her arms.
"Seven fifty and anything leftover after we're done here!" offered Jack with finality in his voice. She extended her hand to shake and said,
"Deal!"
"We have an accord!" said Jack shaking her hand. When he didn't let go right away, Stacey quirked an eyebrow at him and said,
"I'm going to need two hands to drive Mr. Sparrow." Embarrassed, Jack let go but said as if unflustered,
"Right then."
"Well now that that's settled, when are we heading out?" asked Will. Grabbing Murray, Stacey stood and said while walking out,
"Right now Will so move your tail!"
Meanwhile, in a lonesome old mansion in a New Orleans swamp, the old butler listened to the answering machine on the other end of the phone say,
"Hey this is the Evers, at 555-5786, leave your name and number after the beep or we won't talk to you forEvers!"
"DAD!" protested some children.
"What?" said the Father before the machine beeped. The butler hung up and went to the library to report to his master sitting at his grand cheery desk,
"She wasn't home sir!" The man slapped his hand on his chair and exclaimed,
"Blast! Very well Ramsely, try again tomorrow."
"Very good sir!" bowed Ramsely with a nod of his head before leaving his master alone with the flyer he had acquired a few days ago. He stroked the woman's face and said,
"Just a little longer my love, just a little longer!"