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The plane carrying Alex Morton touched down in Capitol City just after 9pm. He was on the plane only because his sister had sent him the ticket. Actually people didn’t send tickets to each other, they purchased them on line. Then they mysteriously ended up at the ticket counter of the airline. After that Alex just showed his driver’s license to get a boarding pass. He used that boarding pass to fly almost home.
Alex knew, from all the news stories, to pack light. He had two changes of underwear and a clean shirt in his small gym bag.
For him getting onto and off the airliner had been a simple thing. He even spoke too the stewardess as he left. ‘Thank you ma’am it was a pleasure,’ Alex said as he left the plane.
She smiled at him and said, ‘Thank you for flying US Air.’ Her voice sounded like a TV commercial.
Alex followed the line of other departing passengers into one of the tentacles of the octopus that the airlines called a terminal. He managed the long walk to the security gate without any problem. He also managed to make it through the crowd of people. The crowd was a bit intimidating. There were more people in that lobby than he had in seen during the last year, maybe longer.
Alex was one of nine vets who lived in a fishing camp located on a secluded lake in the interior of Maine. He was fortunate to have found something he could do which didn’t require a great deal of interaction with people.
Alex had used the money from his savings, and his settlement with the government, to purchase one of the run down summer camp cabins. That cabin, like the others, had once been part of a church summer camp. After he bought his cabin someone had converted the dining hall into a summer fishing lodge. It was used only in the summer and then only by a few hardy souls.
His cabin was beautiful in the summer, but it was brutal in the winter months. He used an old coal stove to heat the place. The price of coal had come down some since the power plant’s demand had decreased. Soon the coal mines would decrease production and he would be looking for a new fuel. At that time he would most likely put in a wood stove. Heat was a major concern when the temperature hit the negative numbers routinely in the winter.
Alex was brought back to the situation at hand, when he saw a young blond woman holding a sign which read, ‘Welcome home Alex’.
When his sister recognized him, she rush to hug him. In doing so she came very close to knocking him off his foot.
Alex like a lot of his generation had lost a limb to an IED in Iraq. Since he had the last seven years to work out his moves, he managed to stay on his feet while hugging Lucy.
‘God you are so fucking thin,’ she said.
‘And here I thought I was just fit,’ he said laughing. ‘You still talk like a rebel I see.’
‘I’ll try to keep it clean around you,’ Lucy promised.
‘Probably a good idea, I shock easy,’ Alex said with a smile.
‘So do you have a car here?’ Alex asked.
‘Give me your baggage check and we will go find it,’ she suggested.
‘This is it,’ he said lifting the gym bag.
‘Good, then lets go home,’ Lucy said.
‘Home yeah,’ Alex said thoughtfully. They were in the car when Alex demanded, ‘So what about mom?’
‘The end was better than anyone expected. We wouldn’t let them do an autopsy. We knew for sure that she didn’t want to suffer, and we didn’t want that for her. She had a brain cancer, so the end was inevitable,’ Lucy explained.
‘Why didn’t I know,’ Alex said.
‘Mom said you had enough on your mind and you couldn’t help her die, so we should leave you alone.’ Lucy said defiantly.
‘That’s bullshit,’ Alex said.
‘Bullshit yourself,’ Lucy said. ‘You didn’t even come home after you left that hospital. Far as we knew you were living in an alley somewhere shooting up heroin.’
‘I might have been except I fell in with some people who pointed me in the right direction. I have been busy as hell being me. Just so you know, Mom knew where I was.’
‘I know she told me where to find the family papers. I was surprised when I found the name and address of that lodge.’
‘Let’s pretend we are a normal family for this one weekend,’ Alex said.
‘The memorial service is on Sunday, so that shouldn’t be too hard,’ Lucy said. ‘Believe it or not, I do get it. Mom said you were off learning to be you again,’ Lucy suggested.
‘Yeah, that’s what I told her when I left the hospital,’ Alex said.
‘Then you did talk to her?’ Lucy asked.
‘Of course I had to she was at the hospital. She wanted to do something for me. She never understood that it was never about money, it was about who I had become.’
‘Alex, did you know she owned Spruce Lodge,’ Lucy asked. ‘The lawyer hasn’t read the will, but I’m sure she left it to you.’
‘I don’t want it,’ Alex said.
‘Maybe she donated it to the state or something,’ Lucy replied. ‘Maybe you could stay home this time.’
‘I don’t intend to be here any longer than it takes to settle mom’s affairs. You and Luther can do whatever you want and I’ll go home.’
‘Luther and I have talked about it, but to be honest we don’t know much about mom’s holdings. I’m a dance instructor at the school of the arts, and Luther is a banker. We were hoping you would stay long enough for us to at least figure out what we had.’
‘Lucy, I have no idea what Mom where mom invested the money. After Dad died she took over his businesses, but she sold off a lot of them. I don’t have a clue what she did with the money. Remember between the Army, the hospital, and searching for myself, I have been out of touch a long time.
‘Just stay with us long enough to see what is what. We are going to need you for that,’ Lucy almost begged.
‘Now that is real bullshit,’ Alex said.
‘Okay, I need you around to keep Luther from bullying me,’ Lucy said.
‘Lucille, I’m sure Mom took care of that. She knew Luther as well as anyone. Mom didn’t believe in rose colored glasses.’ Alex said.
They drove for twenty more minutes just to get out of the Capitol City traffic patterns. After that they drove another ten minutes to get out of the suburbs. Finally they came to the country road that let to their mother’s colonial revival style house. It had been purchased by their parents new in the fifties. The family had lived there ever since.
With Alex’s mother passing, it would almost certainly change hands. It would just be more crap to dispose of, Alex imagined. Damn it, he thought, I have spent five years living in the Northwoods trying to get away from this shit. He hoped he could resist the temptations of the Mcdonald’s lifestyle. It wasn’t just about fast food, it was about fast and easy everything. That shit just didn’t appeal to him anymore.
Alex lived by working as a fishing guide for the lodge in the summer and trapping fur in the winter. He felt that it was a life he could enjoy for a lot more years. He had learned to adapt even with his modern version of a pirate’s peg leg.
When the two of them reached the portico of the house, he had to carry his own bag into the house. The servants all had be ‘let go’ with the passing of his mother. A classy way of saying Luther had fired them all. Alex had no idea how many there were. After Alex left the car Lucy drove it from the portico to the small parking lot at the rear of the house. Why she insisted he enter through the front he didn’t know.
When he stepped through the door he quickly understood. There were a dozen of his high school friends awaiting him.
‘Luther, what the hell is this?’ Alex asked.
‘These are your friends. They wanted to welcome you home,’ Luther replied.
‘I’m not glad to see any of these people. I don’t socialize these days,’ Alex informed him.
‘Well you will have to tonight,’ he said. Lucy was right he was a bully.
Alex
smiled then left the room without speaking to any of them. He climbed the stairs and found his way to his childhood bedroom. When he opened the door, it was like stepping back into time, or maybe opening a time capsule.
It was a teenage boy’s room. His mom hadn’t made any changes to it at all. To her he was still a high school kid, he supposed. He walked about for several minutes inspecting the remnants of his lost youth.
After that inspection he walked across the hall to the bathroom. He did his thing then inspected himself in the mirror. His hair was not long but it was ragged. His beard was short, but not stylishly so. In general he was a mess. Back in his room he was surprised by the small TV. It had been changed since his youth. He wondered why his mother would have done that.
He didn’t even bother to turn it on. Instead he checked for the hollowed out book containing his stash of pot. Sure enough it was still there. He went back to the bathroom to flush the over ten year old pot down the toilet.
Then he went back to his room where he begin to read. He chose ‘The Last Of The Mohicans’ from his book shelf. As he read he ignored Luther’s pounding on the door and shouting through it.
Finally he said, ‘Luther, if I come out there, I’m going to kick your banker’s ass down those stairs. Then I’m going to throw everyone out of the house.’ That ended Luther’s shouting and banging.
Alex read himself to sleep. When he awoke it was 5am and he was ravenous. He went down to the kitchen and found it kitchen empty for the most part. He wondered if anyone was really staying at the house over the weekend. He did find some instant oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon. He had to relearn how to operate the fancy microwave. He was sure that he had never seen one so complicated.
When he finished with it, the oatmeal was still pretty awful. He poured it into the trash and return to his search for food. Someone had brought some fancy sweat bread, so he had some of that with fake butter. He didn’t feel bad about eating their bread, since it was the only food in the house.
Alex was sitting on the patio beside the pool when Lucy came down. ‘Did you eat all the sweet bread?’ she asked.
‘Guilty as charged,’ he said.
‘It’s okay, the look on Luther’s face, when he came down those stair to face his guest, was worth all the bread in the bakery,’ Lucy said.
‘So what is the plan for the family today?’ Alex asked.
‘There are no family plans as of yet. You need to buy a suit for the memorial service,’ Lucy said.
‘I searched the house. Mom hadn’t changed a thing. My old clothes are still hanging in the closet just like when I was a kid. I might have to cinch up a belt, but I expect I can manage with something from my closet,’ Alex said.
‘Let’s get Luther so we can all have breakfast, then we can see about getting you into something for mom’s service,’ Lucy suggested staying with the buy him some new clothes plan.
‘Surely you don’t want me to wake Luther up?’ Alex asked with a chuckle.
‘After last night you are probably right,’ Lucy said. She took a cell phone out her holster, then dialed a number. A few seconds later she said, ‘Okay get dressed we are all going out to breakfast together.’
‘You two communicate on the cell phone even though you are inside the same house. That’s just fucking strange,’ Alex said.
‘Hell my friends and I send text messages across a room sometimes. I go to a lot of parties. Sometimes I don’t want to say things out loud, so I text it.’ Lucy said.
‘What kind of things,’ Alex asked.
‘You know like ‘Is her dress too tight or is she pregnant?” Lucy replied with a laugh.
‘You do know that wasn’t very neighborly of you last night?’ Luther asked of Alex, as he entered the room.
‘Alex, we aren’t in high school now. It isn’t your job to shelter me or get me dates, just because I’m your kid brother. If I wanted to see those people, I could have arranged it. Now if you had held a wake for Mom, I would have stayed and played nice. A dinner party, or whatever you called that just two days before before her memorial service was a shitty idea,’ Alex said.
‘Unless one of you wants to make coffee, let’s get the fuck out of here,’ Lucy suggested to end the standoff.
‘Could you clean up your language for the rest of the weekend?’ Luther asked.
Alex stood and just walked out of the room. He walked to one of the two downstairs bathroom. They were bathrooms with no tub or showers.
This place would make a great bed and breakfast, he thought. Each of the five upstairs bedrooms has a bathroom. There are two half baths downstairs with a large dining room and a couple of other multi purpose rooms as well.
If Mom had gone through the money maybe one of them could run a B&B, but Alex doubted it. At the moment he just wanted to empty his bladder. Then go somewhere and drink a gallon of coffee.
Since he had eaten, Alex drank coffee and listen to the two of them argue. Lucy seemed to pick fights with Luther just to burn off calories. Luther might be a bully, but Lucy was no angel. She sure as hell didn’t need Alex to protect her. She had really needed him as a child to protect her from her their older brother. Rich or not they shared a rough and tumble childhood. Alex couldn’t remember if the family had always been rich, or if that happened later. Hell he had no idea how they made their money.
Alex had always said he didn’t want the family money, but would he give in to the temptation of living in the state capitol. He was sure there was a ton of money in the family coffers. Since I have a life I enjoy, maybe not, he thought.
He had to admit it had been nice to sleep though without having to feed a fire in the middle of the night. Struggling into his peg leg had even been easier in the warm house.
‘Did you get lost,’ Luther shouted from the front door.
‘No, I was just reminiscing,’ Alex said as he approached them.
‘I think you mean remembering. reminiscing is when you share a memory,’ Luther said.
‘Whatever,’ Alex said with a smile. Even though he had been insulted he didn’t care enough to make a fuss.
All three of them walked to the parking area in the rear. It was a thirty yard walk at least. Alex was glad that he was able to keep up with his peg leg and all.
Alex drank coffee while the two of them hurried through their breakfast. It was as if they were embarrassed to have him sit at the table without a plate of food in front of him. He rather enjoyed their discomfort.
Back at home he discovered that he had either been a chubby kid or he was sickly thin at the moment. His old clothes were far too large according to Lucy.
‘I will not have you going to the service in that suit,’ Lucy said of his High School graduation outfit.
‘I suppose, I could buy a new suit,’ he suggested.
‘It will have to be an off the rack suit,’ Luther suggested. There is no time for any tailoring.
‘I don’t have a credit card and I didn’t really bring a lot of money. It’s also Saturday so I’m sure my bank is closed,’ Alex suggested. ‘Taking all that into consideration, which one of you wants to put a suit on the their card. I’ll repay you when the bank opens Monday.’
‘Bullshit, call it payment for past due birthday presents,’ Lucy said.
Alex nodded. He hadn’t sent presents either, so he should have argued with her. Since he knew there was no reasoning with Lucy, he just kept quiet.
Alex settled on the first suit he saw along with a shirt and tie. He just wanted to get out of the crowded mall. He and Lucy had stopped in a shoe store inside the mall for a pair of black shoes with laces. He hadn’t worn anything like them since his army days.
They found a Walmart in the parking lot, where he bought a three pack of tee shirts and briefs.
That evening Lucy and Luther left him to visit their
friends. Luther took no for an answer, after their previous encounter.
Alex lay on his bed watching some kind of wild Alaskan show and reading his book. The show was about living a subsistence lifestyle. The only thing out of place was that each of the ‘real’ characters had a snow mobile and all kinds of fancy shit.
They probably lived as close to a subsistence life style as he did. He bought only a little food at the store, but he did buy some. His government pension covered all his basic needs. He made enough money from trapping and being a fishing guide to pay for his boat, motor, snow mobile, and three wheeler. In that respect he was rich according to the Alaskans. He was certainly no subsistence hunter. He usually brought down a big game animal a season, but he could never depend completely on that to survive. There was also not enough fat on wild meat to make it tasty, so he cooked it using real lard. That was also something that was getting hard to find. He usually pounded hell out of the meat before cooking in order to make it tender enough to eat.
He thought about all that while he read his book and watched the fantasy reality TV show. Living in Maine he had gone hungry a few times. It only because he got snowed in. He never went hungry due to a shortage of game but sometimes it was impossible to get out to hunt.
Actually he ate the meat from the small animals he trapped, or shot during the winter, as well as the bigger game animals. In the summer he ate the fish which were still plentiful in the lake, thank God.
To be honest, after that first winter, he also had plenty of canned food. That first winter he had been snowed in for weeks at a time. Going hungry a few days made Alex realize that he just couldn’t live off the land alone. So he began to stockpile non perishable food items for those times.
Alex ran a trap line of twenty traps. When his sister had the Sheriff track him down, the first thing he did was run the line and spring all the traps. He didn’t kill just to kill, he thought.
When Lucy and Luther came home, Alex went down for a glass of water. He carried a tiny package with him. It was wrapped in a page from his book. ‘Since you bought me the clothes on your credit card, I got something for you sis,’ Alex said.
He handed Lucy a piece of paper with something wrapped inside.
‘You didn’t have to do this,’ she said even though she opened the paper as she said it. ‘Is this real?’
‘It is, There isn’t much gold left in the wilds of Maine. Certainly not enough to look for on a regular basis, but now and then I pan a creek. I found this one nugget a couple of years ago. I have no idea what it is worth.
‘That is so sweet,’ Lucy said.
‘You know dad taught us to pay our debts,’ he said.
Sunday morning was pretty much the same as the day before, except that by Sunday Alex had found the coffee. He used a large sauce pan to boil a pot of coffee. It was the mountain man way of making it, but it made the best coffee. At least that was his opinion.
In his cabin he would have strained it though an old piece of cloth. In his mother’s kitchen, he used a funnel and paper coffee filter. He strained the whole pot at the same time, just as he did in the cabin.
After three cups of coffee, and two hours in the cold morning air sitting by the covered pool, Lucy showed up.
‘How long have you been awake? Lucy asked.
‘I think it was around six,’ Alex said.
‘How early do you wake up at the cabin?’ She asked.
I usually wake up with the sun, then stoke the fire and lay back down. After another hour I drag my sorry ass out of bed,’ Alex informed her. ‘During the winter In the north woods a lot of my life is about not freezing.’
‘That just doesn’t sound like much fun with your leg and all,’ Lucy said.
‘You know that’s the first time you mentioned my leg, or lack of a leg,’ Alex said.
‘It wasn’t because I didn’t know or care about it. It was just that it seemed like a bad idea to bring it up. You know, just in case you have PTSD. Lucy said.
‘I have do have it. Most soldiers have it. The trick is to recognize when you are headed for an episode, and then think happy thoughts,’ he said with a laugh.
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