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Part 3: Mr. T
Today was much nicer than the previous day, but, aside from the lonely Ray, all the RFR members were too busy to notice. Ray sat alone in a swing at an old park he and Lily used to visit, dreaming about the past; about the times where Lily was never to busy to play with him. And he felt jealous of her now, sure he had Grace, but he just felt like after spending a childhood of memories together they should just try to make it something more. Just one time. Just one date. That's all he wanted. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar person walking by.
"Travis!" He greeted, remembering the argument the previous day.
Travis turned his head to look at him, and for the first time he noticed a small child clinging to his right sleeve. In annoyance Travis turned away, but at least Ray hadn't called him something else.
He sighed in defeat, "Anneke, go and play for a few minutes."
"Really, Mr. T, I can go play?" The girl asked gleefully.
"Yes." Travis smiled warmly before removing her hands from his sleeve and walking towards Ray.
"Who's the kid?" Ray asked in a mocking tone.
"I'm babysitting," Travis explained.
"Really?" Ray asked, "Well I'm sure you could use a helping hand. I'm great with kids."
Travis sighed.
"Really, Swami, I don't see why you were so secretive about this!" Ray assured him, but suddenly realized his mistake, "Uh sorry Travis, just a slip of the tongue. I can't get used to not calling you Swami."
To his amazement, Travis smiled. "Buddha says we must conquer our bad habits."
"It's a pretty tough one to break," Ray explained.
Travis nodded, "Let's go, Anneke."
"Ok, Mr. T," Anneke agreed.
"Hey Trav, could I tag along? I've never seen your house before." Ray asked.
"And for that I'm grateful," Travis muttered under his breath, but instead he nodded to Ray who joyfully walked along beside him making jokes and funny faces for Anneke.
When they arrived at Travis' house there was a lady waiting at the door for them.
"Anneke." She smiled, "You're a little late Travis."
"I'm sorry." He apologized.
"Mommy, Mr. T let me play in the park for 5 whole minutes!" Anneke exclaimed happily.
"Well, as long as you were late for a good reason." The woman smiled warmly.
Travis nodded, and it seemed to Ray as if this person intimidated him. Silently the woman pulled a wad of money from her purse and thrust it towards Travis, who accepted it without question. Then she grabbed Anneke's hand and walked down the sidewalk. Anneke turned back to wave for a moment, but being pulled along by her mother the pair soon disappeared.
"So, Trav, can I call you Mr. T?" Ray asked hopefully.
"No." He replied.
"Why not?" Ray asked.
"Because, I'm not fond of the nickname," Travis glared at him.
"But you let her call you Mr. T!" Ray shouted indignantly.
"She's a child," Travis explained, "She doesn't yet understand."
"come on she's at least 8 years old!" Ray laughed.
"6, actually," Travis corrected.
"Who cares?" Ray asked.
"I care," Travis stated, "Would you prefer to come inside?"
"Actually ya, your house is sorta a legend." Ray explained.
Travis nodded an invitation, and pushed the door slowly open. Ray hesitated for a moment, and Travis noticed.
"My parents aren't home so there's nothing to worry about," Travis stated.
"Yeah, uh anyway…so Sw…err Travis nice house." Ray smiled nervously.
"Thanks." Travis replied.
Ray examined the room carefully, traveling from one corner of the room to another, "Actually it's smaller than I expected."
"Ray, there's more than 1 room." Travis laughed.
Ray blushed, "Yeah I know…I just meant I expected like I guess a mansion with 10 butlers and 15 maids."
"My parents don't believe in them, even if we had the money to hire 25 people to tend our house." Travis sighed, why was Ray asking so many questions?
"So were any of your other houses like this one?" Ray asked as he moved towards a desk along one of the walls.
"No," Travis replied, "The building styles of different countries are very different. I doubt you could find one even remotely resembling this anywhere in HongKong."
Ray nodded as he picked up a picture off the desk with a smiling girl in it that looked a tiny bit like Anneke, "Is this Anneke when she was younger?"
Travis winced at the question, "No." He stated simply.
"Who is it then? Bridget?" Ray asked.
"No." Travis said again.
Ray nodded and put the photo back down before moving on to the rest of the house, "Hey Trav are you going to show me your room?"
Travis moved toward the desk and slammed the picture face down onto it, "Sure, Ray."