Chapter 445: In the Middle of the Night
Monday, February 13th, Night
(Song Lyrics in Italics)
Their turn as the Quick Response Force was over, and they moved their tanks back to the tank park. Another unit took over the QRF duties. After they locked up the tank, they headed back towards the barracks.
Keith had his bag over his shoulder, watching the crew head to their barracks. At the door of his barracks, Keith stopped and looked around; the night air was crisp. His breath formed clouds of steam each time he exhaled. Finally, looking up to the sky, devoid of light pollution, Keith could see nothing but stars.
My God, it's full of stars.
It came to Keith's mind as he looked up to the sky. He didn't know why that the line from some old movie came to mind. It was apt, and the crisp night sky reminded him of the nights out on Huck's boat far off the Cape Fear. There at night, on the deck cuddled up with Izzy, they would just stare up at the stars.
Keith took in another deep breath, then finally walked into his barracks. Finally, he entered his room, threw his bag in the corner, and removed his tank gear. Now snug in his PT Gear, he took a seat at the desk and checked his computer.
They finally got the internet, so he logged in and started checking his email. There were a few weeks of backlog, quite a lot related to work. Shaking his head, he found a few from Nomi and Ellis, which included several new pictures of them and by them. Keith looked over the pictures and dried a tear from his eye.
Next, Keith slowly read every email written to him from Izzy. Slowly, he read them over two or three times. There were even several old pictures sent to him; Izzy and Kari took their senior year at Yale on the weekend of the game, aka The Yale-Harvard Football Game; it was taken outside Toad's Place a small music venue in the heart of Yale. Keith smiled, it wasn't the first time he saw that picture, but it brought up good memories. A second picture was of Keith and Izzy on their trip to the Outer Banks before he left. The final image was of Keith and Izzy on a wild weekend in New Haven, the weekend they got engaged.
Keith smiled as he looked over the picture of him and his wife. It was taken right after she accepted his proposal, with the sun peeking over the horizon. Well, that's the story he tells his kids.
Keith hooked up his smartphone to his laptop and downloaded the pictures of Izzy. Next, he typed out a heartfelt response.
Next, he uploaded something off his phone. Opening a new email, he attached this file and sent it. Keith nodded, shut down his laptop, and climbed into his bunk to sleep.
I've been walking this road of desire
I've been begging for blood on the wall
I don't care if I'm playing with fire
The sun was gone as he took a seat on his bunk. His office/bunk room was a bit detached from the rest of the quarters, so it was quiet. The TV, something the company officers chipped in to buy, was also off.
He rubbed his face with both hands and pulled them off his face stretching his lips. Huck looked at the framed pictures on the wall over his desk. The first one showed a firefighter kneeling in his gear, around him a scene of carnage. On it was the saying: When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of duty.
The second picture, this time the middle one, showed an engine front bumper. On the bumper was a firefighter's turnout coat and a helmet. There was also a slogan on it: The Name on your helmet represents who you work for...the name on your coat represents who raised you. Do them both justice.
The final picture was of a building after a fire; a helmet hung on a pole in the foreground. This message and lesson were: Leadership is taking someone to a place they normally wouldn't go to by themselves.
Those three wall hangings were there the first time he entered this office. Some past officer or officers purposely put them there for the purpose of reflection, reinforcement, and to show what their duty was and how to behave. Finally, Huck sighed and reached for his smartphone.
Once it finally connected, he heard a faint, sleepy voice on the other end. "Huck, what's wrong?" Chase asked.
"I needed someone to talk to," Huck said.
"You're in a building full of people," Chase said and yawned.
"No, I can't; this involves our family," Huck said.
"It couldn't wait until daylight?" Chase asked.
"It's big and on my mind," Huck said.
"You're not pregnant, are you? We don't need another kid," Chase said in a tired dry voice.
"No, it's about the captain's exam," Huck said.
"What about it? I thought you didn't want to take it," Chase said.
"The Chief strongly suggested I take the exam," Huck said.
"Well, Junk has always supported your career," Chase said, yawned, "But you don't want to leave the rescue."
"No, I don't," Huck said.
"So, don't take it," Chase said.
"I was told if I was in the top four, it's mine; the rescue is mind," Huck said.
"Oh," Chase said.
"You see?" Huck asked.
"Huck, get some sleep, and we'll talk about this in the morning," Chase said.
"Okay, sleep tight," Huck said.
"I always do, knowing you're on duty," Chase said in a half-lie.
"Good night," Huck said.
"Night, be safe, and have a good shift," Chase said, and the phone went dead.
I'm aware that I'm frozen inside
I have known all along
One thing she never got comfortable with was her bedroom at Gracebourne. It's the master suite, and since she now outright owned Gracebourne,Elliott insisted she sleeps in that room. For Fallon, this room was at least always her dad's room and, before that, her parents.
Fallon took a deep breath as she looked outside the window onto the shrunken gardens of Gracebourne. The story she was told was in its heyday Gracebourne had some of the loveliest gardens in Millneck. Fallon turned to the bed and remembered her youth. She would sneak into this room and snuggle up with her parents in the bed that dominated the room as a kid. Later after her mom died, she would curl up in a small ball on her mom's side of the bed to cry and sleep.
Not long after burying her mom in the Locust Valley Cemetary, her dad moved them to Manhatten full time. In the private school, she was enrolled, she met the three most important women she would ever know, Chase and Izzy Adams, and Lynn Strauss. The funny thing is Fallon is the only one that still goes by the same name as then; Chase is now Chase Burke. Izzy is now Representative Isabella Scott. Lynn now goes by Doctor Candace Scott, MD.
Fallon sighed, and she looked away from the window as her smartphone dinged. She picked it up and looked at it; the text was from Grant.
Grant: What are you doing tomorrow and Wednesday nights.
Fallon: Nothing, why?
Grant: Is it too late to ask you out for Valentine's Day?
Fallon: No, of course not.
Grant: Good, we're going out, right?
Fallon: Yes, send me the deets.
Grant: Ok.
Fallon: That's tomorrow; what about Wednesday?"
Grant: Mother is throwing a cocktail party, and I'd like you to be my guest.
Fallon: Okay, what for?
Grant: You're my girlfriend.
Fallon: I meant what is the cocktail party for.
Grant: Breann VanderHout and her return from the Middle East.
Fuck! Came to Fallon's mind.
Fallon: Okay, also send me the details for that.
Grant: What's your dress and shoe size?
Fallon: Grant, that's not polite to ask a lady.
Grant: I just want to buy you a nice dress and shoes for the cocktail party.
Fallon: How are you going to pull that off so quickly?
Grant: When there's a will, there; away.
Fallon: Ok, send it to the Foundation so it won't get stolen.
Grant: Ok.
Fallon: I'll email you my measurements.
Grant: Ok.
Fallon looked at her smartphone. Fuck! I guess I'm going to have to come clean.
So much more going on, no denying
But I know I'm not standing alone
You've been playing my mind through my wishes
Chase put down her smartphone and double-checked to make sure it was still charging. She didn't expect that call from Huck, he wasn't usually that needy. Amy would usually shoot a text out with the dailies, but Huck wouldn't usually call.
She stretched and yawned, then leaned back on her bed. The bed was hummus; part of the reason for that was Huck's height. Also, with having five kids, it made sense to have the room. Chase missed the fact that the girls rarely climbed into bed with them, BB maybe once or twice if she had a nightmare. Col would be the only regular visitor of the kids.
Also, this wasn't tonight, as Chase looked over the vast empty bed. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. There were a few nights Chase had to sleep in Brett's room with her; when she was younger, those nights Huck was away, and Brett needed to be comforted, and Chase remembered holding her as a little girl, admiring her red hair, and comforted her to sleep.
Finally, Chase sat up and looked at her side table. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a battered copy of the Penguin Classics Friedrich Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil. She looked at the book and remembered how many photoshoots she had this waiting for her to read. It was her companion. Not quite like Izzy and her Aesop's Fabels, but she used to often carry it.
Chase slowly opened it up to Part Four: Maxims and Interludes. Slowly, flipping through the pages, and she found one, a single line. Freddy tended to be long-winded.
Aphorism 132: One is punished most for one's virtues.
Chase shook her head and sighed. She flipped through the pages and found one of her favorites; It was one of Freddie's more famous quotes.
Aphorism 146: He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
Probably one of the most accurate descriptions of someone who is spiraling. Chase chose not to stare into the abyss anymore, as it almost took her soul when it looked back.
On the next page was another good one.
Aphorism 151: It is not enough to possess a talent: one must also possess your permission to possess it - eh my friend?
Chase shook her head, closed the old battered book, and put it away. Shaking her head, she clicked off the light and pulled the covers over her head.
You can feel that we're haunting the truth
Don't know, I can't hold on, always losing control
He laid down on his bed, putting his arms behind his head. Staring at the ceiling, he sighed and looked over to the picture on his nightstand. The photo was of Lucas and his five kids, with the two oldest standing behind him, the twins were seated next to him, and Sawyer sat on his lap. They were all dressed in nice clothes. Lucas and Keith wore dark suits, with Lucas wearing a blue and black striped tie; Keith's tie was a solid dark blue. Except for Kay, each girl wore dresses of a dark, subdued color, and Candi had her hair styled, somewhat for a change. Kay wore a black jumpsuit.
Lucas sighed and looked back at the ceiling. He missed seeing all his kids regularly, and with Keith serving overseas made it hard. Kay liked to stay away, initially for her career, and later after her accident, she just stayed in Chicago. Ellie chose to stay in New York City because of writing opportunities and to be a good aunt for Trin's son, Wyatt. Candi, his oldest, was living in California, finishing up her training for her life's dream career.
He rolled onto his side and pulled his covers close to him. The door opened to his bedroom. Lucas rolled over and looked to the door; Nomi stood at the door.
"Yes, Nomi?" Lucas asked, just barely picking his head up.
"I'm having trouble sleeping, Grandpa," Nomi said.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asked.
"I don't know," Nomi said.
"So, what are you after?" Lucas asked.
"I don't want to be alone," Nomi said.
"Nomi, you're ten, aren't you a little big for that?" Lucas asked.
"I'm lonely, with daddy and mommy gone," Nomi said.
"What about Ellis?" Lucas asked.
"He doesn't sit still," Nomi said.
"What do you do when you're lonely at night normally?" Lucas asked.
"I sleep with Grammy Brooke," Nomi said.
"Grammy Brooke isn't here," Lucas said.
"I know," Nomi said.
"Why are you lonely?" Lucas asked.
"I just am," Nomi said.
Lucas started to move around and finally settled down. "Fine, come here," he said.
Nomi climbed into bed and climbed under some covers. Lucas, under a different blanket, wrapped an arm around his granddaughter in a protective way.
In the middle of the night
I don't understand what's going on, it's a world gone astray
In the middle of the night, I can't let it out
Above Manhattan, she stood at the window in her apartment, a tumbler of brandy in her hand. A lone light backlit her to the entire city. Looking over the various buildings, and saw a few were still lit.
Mrs. Coyle took a sip of her drink. Often she would stand here and contemplate her next move. Ever since her husband passed it came to her to run this family. She sighed and knew it was an uphill battle.
First, Mr. Coyle ran the family into financial trouble. She righted the ship and got the family on sound footing. But her biggest failure was her three kids. Grant and his rebellious dis-interest, forced his way away from the family business. Carter was the classic rich kid gone wild, she got him off the junk, and away from that artist. Yet she had to keep Carter on a short lease.
That brought everything back to her youngest. Her youngest was her only daughter, her pride and joy. The young woman excelled at everything. Suddenly, she got pregnant and started to hang around with that artist. Mrs. Coyle reflected on how her daughter eventually spiraled out of control, and gave birth to her grandson, but made sure to keep him away from Mrs. Coyle after her daughter died. To this day, Mrs. Coyle couldn't speak her name.
Another sip of her drink and she looked down at another apartment. Once she watched a couple become really close on that balcony. It was interesting to watch, a distraction, but it also kept her from her mission.
Her mission was to get Grant married. Breann VanderHout was a television investigative journalist. Also, a beautiful woman, if you like the New York Dutch look, but that's not why she wanted Grant and her together. It's the fact that Breann was the sole heir to an investment portfolio that would complement their own and make up for her husband's foolish losses.
Mrs. Coyle didn't know this about Breann when she first met her. The girl attended the same private school as Mrs. Coyle's daughter. The first impressCoyle had about Breann was the few times she was a cute but withdrawn young lady, a perfect friend for her daughter. Later when Mrs. Coyle found out who Breann VanderHout was, then things changed.
The plan came together when Mrs. Coyle noticed that young shy girl looking at Grant. That's when everything fell in place. Mrs. Coyle befriended Sheelagh VanderHout and between them, they planned to merge the two families.
Mrs. Coyle finished her brandy. This Fallon girl, she couldn't think of her as anything other than a girl, based solely on her tiny size, wouldn't, couldn't, and won't interfere with Mrs. Coyle's schemes and years of planning. Whoever this Fallon Adams is, she paid good money to look like the alleged Fallon Stafford. There is no way that Fallon Stafford was that short and small.
The one she believed the real Fallon Stafford was, from the pictures that she saw, was the tall one. That woman looked right for someone of Fallon Stafford's stature, tall around five foot eight or nine inches tall, athletic, hazel eyes, wickedly good looking, and sadly dark almost black hair. That woman almost had an aristocratic sense of wickedness around her. That was Fallon Stafford, not some girl who was tiny, that called herself Fallon Adams.
Mrs. Coyle squeezed her empty tumbler harder and harder. No way that little stick of a girl, a mere social climber, will marry Grant and ruin her plans.
A wicked smile broke on Mrs. Coyle's face, the cocktail party will be the end of this Fallon woman. Mrs. Coyle rubbed the tumbler between her hands, it's been a while since oversaw a social execution. This will be fun and the end of Fallon whoever.
Someone keeps searching and shatters your life
It will never be afraid
In the middle of the night
Nathan pulled himself to his wife of over thirty years. Wrapping his arms around her, he could feel the broken aspects of her. All he could do was be there and hold her.
It wasn't the first time Haley was like this. Except maybe the few times he failed her as a husband, he did this very thing when she was broken. Haley was always the strength of his family, and so put together. All he could do was help when she wasn't at her best because she pieced him back together when he was broken, more times than he could count.
The first time Nathan remembered holding her like this was early in their marriage when the weight of their teenage marriage hit them. It took a while, many years in fact, for him to understand what he was doing for her.
The night James married Ashlyn, Haley had a breakdown. Nathan wasn't sure if it was the age of James and Ashlyn, the fact Haley felt she was losing her oldest son or the fact that James entered into an instant family. Nathan had his reservations too, but James was an "adult" and made his choice, as Nathan had in the past. Yet, Nathan swallowed his reservations and comforted his wife and got a great daughter-in-law out of it.
Two more times he remembered holding Haley while she slept was when her parents died. First, it was her dad, and she was broken. Nathan held her through those nights until she came out of it, slowly. She was an absolute wreck when her mom passed. The holding wasn't enough, and Nathan took her to seek counseling.
Three years ago, it was an absolute horror show. It started New Year's Eve/Day and never seemed to stop. Haley tried to be a pillar of strength for everyone, but what seemed like every night, she cried herself to sleep. Nathan found his chest damp with her tears as he held her until she was off to sleep, either by sheer exhaustion or passing out from being sheerly overwhelmed by emotions.
Nathan just found himself holding his wife. Something opened up an old wound. Nathan knew that without a doubt. He just didn't know if it was the documentary or the paternity test. Neither of which brought back good memories.
With a sigh, Nathan closed his eyes. He had grandkids to look after in the morning.
No more tears, no, 'cause nothing else matters
I've been closing my eyes for too long
Only vengeance will make me feel better
After his text exchange with Fallon, Grant sat up in his bed. He was at his modest Manhattan Apartment. The apartment was Modest by the standards he grew up with, since it was only one bedroom, but not modest by Manhattan standards.
He watched his smartphone to wait for anything from Fallon. Grant wasn't sure if it would be sent via text or email. Grant assumed it would be text, as that's usually how they communicated. Which included selfies, which Grant knew he would have to get better at doing.
Grant looked at the mirror on the wall. His mother had gone too far this time. Yes, she crossed that line; he wasn't up for an arranged marriage or even an arranged setup. Grant wanted to forge his own path.
Ever since his mother caught him in a comprising position and handled him harshly, he wanted to break away. He had a strong mistrust of his mother, and she kept him from doing things he wanted to do.
One of his acts of rebellion was getting this apartment. The fact he didn't live under the same roof as his mother meant she had less power and control over him. This allowed Grant to have some of the freedom he wanted.
The second was his job. He always was interested in art. By doing what he could do he made good money which largely left his trust fund untouched. Grant hated the investment business that his mother tried to send him to.
Grant smiled as he searched on a website. He smiled wider, this wasn't the first time he went shopping online, especially for a woman he was going to bring to his mother's parties. This place he knew they had good stuff of consistent quality. Finally, he found something that would work, also like many sites they suggested several accessories that would go with the outfit. Grant made note of them. He started to compose an email with the items he selected. Once Fallon finally sent him a text with the information he requested he finished the email. Grant smiled and included the information he had been waiting for.
Dear Aunt Brina,
Please provide the following items listed below to the following address.
Love,
Grant.
Grant smiled and tapped in the email address, Sabrina dot Cohen at COB dot com. With one final smile, he pressed the send button.
There's no rest till I know that it's done
You've been playing my mind through my wishes
You can feel that we're haunting the truth
Don't know, I can't hold on, always losing control (losing control)
It is another typical East Range of Beaulieu night, quiet. She had long since given up on trying to get comfortable in her bed. Instead, she paced around her room in her socks, shorts, and tank top.
Sawyer in a Linus VanPelt moment paced her room holding her old plushy husky dog, she called Jon-Jon. Her eyes would keep finding the same spot on the wall. Her mind ran like the cars at Daytona, fast, and making left-hand turns.
"What the fuck?" Sawyer asked the air, she moved the plushy up and kissed it. "Jackin has always acted liked an asshat...Jon-Jon, what is an asshat anyway? Does someone make a hat you could put on your ass? If you had a hat on your ass how could you sit down or go to the bathroom? Anyway, Jon-Jon, how could Gar act like that? Next to Keni, LK, and Brett, he's my oldest friend. Gar never tried to be an alpha before today. Why, Jon-Jon, why did he act like that? I like him the way he is."
Sawyer stopped, took the plushy to her mouth, and kissed it. Holding the plushy to her face she rocked back and forth several times. Sawyer stopped the rocking, lowered the hapless plushy, and shook her head.
In a moment she stood as still as a statue. Finally, Sawyer shot straight up. Her green eyes scanned the room. Sawyer took several deep breaths and snapped out of it. Hugging the plushy closely she nodded, as a decision was made in her mind.
Sawyer turned and went right to the door that lead out to the gallery. The low night security lights illuminated the gallery as she walked a few doors down. Pausing at the door, Sawyer looked left and right down the gallery. After making sure it was clear she looked at the door. After several long minutes of contemplation, Sawyer finally took a hold of the doorknob. Slowly, she turned the knob and opened the door.
Sawyer slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. She tipped-toed across the room to the bed. Slowly, carefully, Sawyer lifted the covers and slipped into the bed.
"Umm," the occupant said.
"Keni, it's just me," Sawyer said.
"Nightmares again?" Keni asked.
"Couldn't sleep," Sawyer said.
"Okay," Keni said, shifting in the bed to get comfortable.
Sawyer nodded and cuddled up next to Keni.
In the middle of the night
I don't understand what's going on, it's a world gone astray
In the middle of the night, I can't let it out
Her ears were ringing, it had been a bad night. Ashlyn lay in her bed face down. James vented about his performance, the team's performance, but never asked once how Ashlyn felt, about her day, about the kids, or even how her mom was doing. Not that Ashlyn had much to offer on the last point or the fact that she even cared about it.
This had been a frustrating year for James. Ashlyn got it, probably too much. The Scotts were competitive, Ashlyn knew that from growing up in close contact with them. James over the past few years was getting more and more frustrated.
Maybe it's that the years were starting to take their toll on James. His body was showing the miles, and his back often bothered him. So, he wasn't performing like he wanted to, and the team had a talent drain, so they weren't performing as they have in the past.
James had played for eleven years. Ashlyn knew James wanted to go fifteen years, one more than his dad. That seemed more vanity than anything. Ashlyn while regretting her non-start of a career, was glad, she got to see Brettgrow up, she was there for Maeghan, and the twins turning into wonderful young men.
James missed most of this. On a good year for the team, he would be gone from the fall until the summer. Sometimes he would work out in Miami to be with the team. Of course his stint on the Olympic Team. Ashlyn did the heavy lifting, and he couldn't ask about her day, the kids, or about her queen bitch mom.
What hurt Ashlyn was the twins worshipped their dad. To James's credit when he's home he was an engaged parent. The twins loved it, but they forgot who taught them their jump shot, their basic cross-over, and dribble, the basics of passing. It was Ashlyn, as she would be down there spending time with them in the gym.
But they worshipped the ground James walked on because he played in the NBA. Also, he couldn't ask how her day was, how the kids were, or how her mom was doing.
Ashlyn pounded the pillow next to her with her fist, and her tears turned the pillow into a swampy mess.
Someone keeps searching and shatters your life
It will never be afraid
In the middle of the night
While lingerie was nice gift wrapping, and having sex in knee-length boots was a turn-on, neither were good to sleep in. Once Bietio was asleep, Ellie slipped out of bed and stripped what little she still had on-off. Once naked she climbed back into the bed and cuddled up to him.
Bietio didn't know how lucky he was, Ellie liked him, he was her type. Ellie only slept with people she had emotional connections with. As she felt his warmth against her body. She smiled and felt the tired satisfaction throughout her body.
Ellie started playing with Beitio's chest. Eventually, her eyes closed as she fell asleep. The room was filled with the sound of steady breathing.
Moonlight started to come in through the blind-covered windows. It crept across the room in a dance that set a romantic vibe. The moonlight highlighted the discarded clothes spread out along the floor.
The alarm clock on the nightstand had its green numbers change from 11:59 to 12:00. The last-minute of the day. Neither person in the bed notice the death of the thirteenth day of the second month. Finally, the clock changed from 12:00 to 12:01.
Ellie stirred a bit but got comfortable, again. Her left hand rested on Bietio's chest, and her head lay on his shoulder. This night he saw all three of her tattoos. A strange Scott custom where they would get ink, except Candi who got pierced.
The night was the birthing moment of Valentine's Day. A holiday to celebrate love, and maybe that's what Ellie and Bietio did. Maybe it was just an itched scratch but they laid together in each other's arms, asleep in this Hell's Kitchen night.
On the nightstand, Ellie's smartphone vibrated, and the screen lit up. On the screen, a simple notification appeared.
Text Message Campbell Crouch. Libby, are you in NYC?
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
I don't understand what's going on, it's a world gone astray
In the middle of the night, I can't let it out
Someone keeps searching and shatters your life
It will never be afraid
In the middle of the night
Author's Notes
Welcome to the end of Episode 11. These Author's Notes get harder and harder to write and they generally have become a foot note area. Well anyway, here's some housekeeping, the last two breaks have been for behind-the-scenes stuff. I do have people helping me out with grammar and other stuff, so since this is all out of the kindness of their own heart, I do try to give them leeway when they need time. This also always me to spend more time with the material and work on the stories.
Now onto this one-day episode. This was just a balancing out episode to bring us to the next one. Here we are catching up, closing out, and setting up. As I try to make every chapter count to advance the storyline. Maybe that's just me. This is just the day in the life of twelve characters that live in this story.
One thing I am wondering is, should Bobbi-Lee have a tattoo and if she does where?
Well thanks for the patience and I will see you in the next episode.
The Annus Horribilis Secrets
1. Carson Murphy has passed away. (Episode 2)
2. Spencer Churchill "Church" Grady was killed in action as a US Navy Seal and buried in Arlington National Cemetery (aka The Garden). He is also Jessica Ashlyn Scott's Dad. (Episode 4)
3. Constance "Connie" Garland is in a permanent vegetative state. (Episode 6)
4. X
5. X
6. X
Playlist
Chapter 421 - The NRG - Instruments Of Destruction
Chapter 433 - Corb Lund – I Wanna be in the Cavalry
Chapter 433 - Live – Operation Spirit (Tyranny of Tradition)
Chapter 445 - Within Temptation – In the Middle of the Night
Poems
Translation Guide
Chapter 428 - Janette, ma chère, tu es si belle, Quel est ton secret, is French for Janette, my dear, you look so good, what's your secret
Chapter 428 - Eulalia, tu me flattes, mais nous savons tous les deux que c'est un mensonge, is French for Eulalia, you flatter me, but we both know it's a lie,
Chapter 428 - Si ce sont des mensonges, alors je détesterais voir la vérité, is French for If they're lies, then I'd hate to see the truth,
Chapter 428 - Merde, asseyons-nous et parlons, is French for Shit let's sit and talk,
Chapter 431 – Baríon is Irish for Queen
Chapter 439 – Onkel is German for Uncle
Chapter 439 - Willem, warum bist du so ein Arschloch? Is German for Williem, why are you being such an asshole?
