Smitty & The Interruption
Read the First 29 Episodes | Previously on Smitty & The Girl: Freddy Newell comes across Rose as she’s maneuvering her unconscious, troublesome twin Petula out of town. And high up on the hill in the big house, Frank Mathers Jr. has just revealed himself and why he’s back in town after 30 years.
If there was anything Frank Mathers knew how to do and do well, it was stall. He talked his way out of their father’s office and into the kitchen for something to eat, crying wolf about his stomach and his blood sugar.
“What do you want to eat?” Sylvia asked him through gritted teeth. Frank had thought it was Aggie’s job to ask such questions but she was leaning against the counter with her arms over her chest like she owned the place, her jaw set and her eyes on him. He requested soup, French Onion to be exact, and was rewarded when both women snorted in response, considering it was the middle of the night. What he got was a hunk of cheese and a loaf of stale bread, a plate and a knife.
“You said you’re here for Rose,” Sylvia said as Frank helped himself. “But she’s not here. Pet’s here.”
“Or was here,” Aggie said hollowly and she told them what she’d seen in the room upstairs. Sylvia let out an oath. “It looked like she’d been dragged out.”
“Sounds like Rosie to me,” Frank said and he cleared a piece of bread from his throat. He raised an eyebrow to Aggie. “I wouldn’t worry. She wouldn’t hurt her. I don’t think.” They both stared at him and, inwardly, he counted his remaining moves. “I sent Petula here to come talk to you,” he said, looking at Aggie. “And I knew it wouldn’t sit well with the other one so Pet asked me to watch out for her, keep an eye on her.”
He winced at the flatness in his sister’s voice. “Well, you know, ‘tail’ is such a harsh word. But yeah, okay. I- we just wanted Pet to have a nice family moment, you know, without any trouble. But, well.” Real agitation colored his voice.
“She gave you the slip.”
Frank ignored his sister’s smirk. “And now she’s lost her temper and Pet isn’t picking up her phone. But like I said,” he added. “Rose is brash but she won’t do anything stupid.”
“I asked you a question.” The boy had started to turn away and Rose poked him in the arm. “What’s your name?”
The boy assessed her, gave her a once over. If she didn’t have serious height on him, she would’ve been impressed. Despite her best efforts, he was not afraid. “Freddy,” he replied.
“Freddy what?” When he stayed mum, Rose let out an impatient sigh. “It’s a small town, kid. Chances are good that you’ll say your last name and I’ll know it. And I can read liars too. So spill.”
He gnawed on his cheek a moment, one hand on his handlebars. He could’ve pedaled away and they both knew it. “Newell. Freddy Newell.”
The name set her mind off like a tiny silver ball in a pinball machine. Rose nudged the boy back into the light and she saw it; she saw Mike Newell, just a flash of him, at sixteen. “What are you, fifteen years old?” she asked but she didn’t even need him to nod his answer because she knew. When he pulled himself away from the street light, she saw a brief flash of someone else in his thin face- herself. Or more specifically, the pain-in-the-ass sister she’d just shoved into her car. So this was the kid, she thought. Dammit. What were the friggin’ odds?
They stood in the silent street and Rose counted her remaining moves. She was about to send him away when, as fate would have it, she heard her sister’s groan from the car. Rose, instantly reminded of the pain and irritation and sheer inconvenience that her sister had caused her throughout their long years together, reconsidered her moves.
She held out her hand and said, “Hey there, Freddy Newell. I’m Rose Mathers, your long-lost aunt.”
Happy New Year!
And we’re back! Did you have a good holiday? We did too, thanks for asking. And now the 7 (7!) bags of trash and recycling are on the curb for pickup, there’s healthy food stock-piled in the fridge, all of the ice cream and bread pudding has been disposed of (sob), a Jillian Michaels workout DVD (ugh why god)
is lurking ready to go for the morning, and approximately 70 billion snowflakes have landed in Maine over the last week, most of them right on my car. Nicole is currently back home in Chicago where it’s supposed to be -11 tomorrow and… if anyone needs us, we’ll just be over here, plotting how to write this blog from Hawaii instead of the two coldest places on earth.
New smartphone calendars for this year! Nicole has configured versions for iPhone 4 and 5 as well, we hope you enjoy them. To download your free January 2014 desktop and iPhone calendars, click the ideal version for your screen and save/download:
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