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“Father wears his Sunday best.
Mother’s tired, she needs a rest,
the kids are playing up downstairs.
Sister’s sighing in her sleep.
Brother’s got a date to keep,
he can’t hang around.”
-Madness, “Our House“
Georgia Poldouris shouted at her children to clean faster. She dusted a credenza fervently as her younger children picked up toys and her older children picked up laundry.
“Mama,” Lady Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione said in English to the woman whose oldest son she’d been dating for the past two years. “Great-Grandmama is coming to speak with Stavro.” She put away dishes as she spoke. “You don’t need to do all this.”
“Maria, dear,” Georgia explained. “You are not Contessa; you are sometimes Contessa, but not right now. SHE is Contessa! The first time she come by, she surprise us at dinner and she still in wheelchair from psycho. This time, we got warning; so, everybody gonna speak English and this place gonna look nice.”
Maria understood that there was no arguing this point and finished with the dishes. When Georgia finished her dusting, she ushered Maria into a kitchen chair and began inspecting her hands.
“What are you doing, Mama?” Maria giggled, having an idea what she was doing.
“Checking you hands. We can’t let La Contessa know we got the Princess doing work in here.”
Maria laughed, because that’s what she thought the older woman might be checking for.
“Great-Grandmama would want to know that I help out, as often as I am here.”
A digital chime rang both downstairs in the shop, and upstairs in the family’s apartment. From the front of the store, they could both hear Costas, Georgia’s husband, greeting La Contessa down below. She pointed at one of the children; she wasn’t going to bother cycling through their names just now.
“I tell you to watch for her limo!” She half-whispered to the child.
“She was just around the corner.” Maria said. “She walked.”
Georgia turned her head at Maria quizzically.
“She walks places?”
“Yes. She has been known to run, too.”
While Georgia contemplated this new information. a knock at the door caused her to stuff the feather duster into a drawer as another of her children answered it.
“Mama!” Her daughter shouted from the doorway. “It’s La Contessa!”
“That’s not how you announce a guest!” Georgia shouted back and rose to her feet as Contessa Helena de San Finzione entered her kitchen. Georgia went to her and shook her hand, because she knew Americans liked that. “Contessa, you look very well. It is an honor to have you again in our home.”
“Efharisto, Georgia.” Helen replied in Greek. “Your home is lovely. And I thank you for speaking English to accommodate a newcomer’s language; however, my best memories of childhood were spent in the company of Greeks, which was part of why I so heartily approved of Maria and Stavro. It was the second language that I learned as a child, and I always enjoy an opportunity to use it.”
Georgia leaned out the kitchen door.
“Ok, everybody, back to Greek for La Contessa.” She called to the children. She then moved over to the stove and turned a kettle on. “Maria says you like hot cocoa, Contessa. I sent one of the children to the market for some, she should be back soon.” She set an ashtray in front of a chair at the table before sitting down.
“Thank you again.” Helen said, taking a seat and accepting the unspoken invitation to light up. “You didn’t need to do that. And Maria is dating your son, Georgia; Helena will be fine. I certainly hope she’s helping out.”
“Oh no,” Georgia started to lie. “We wouldn’t ask that of...”
Maria cut her off.
“I did the dishes.”
“She’s very good with the dishes, yes.” Georgia concluded without missing a beat.
Helen smiled at them. She made a mental note to visit the Poldouris family more often.
“I wish my visit were entirely social.” She said with a drag. “However, I’m told that the head of my Citizens’ Grievance Office, who’s doing a fine job, by the way, has a special matter for my attention.”
“I should say so.” Georgia replied. “My boy was trying to help. All they had to do is turn around and there’s a butcher shop right here. My son could have been shot on the street like an American!” She then remembered where La Contessa was originally from. “Not that all Americans get shot! I mean ... you know what I mean.”
“He is getting cleaned up.” Maria offered before she dug herself any further. “They had him on the ground.”
“It’s no worry, though.” Georgia said. “I get blood out of his clothes all the time, they’ll be no problem.”
At that point, Stavro entered the kitchen, wearing a suit. He’d combed his hair and shaved as well.
“Stavro,” Helen said to him as she turned to see him. “I was just telling your mother that you really don’t need to go all out when I stop by.”
“Thank you, Contessa.” Stavro answered. “But I would be more comfortable handling this in a professional capacity. I am, after all, a citizen with a grievance this day.”
Helen nodded at that.
“I’m sure you have the keys to the office if you’d rather speak over there.”
“Yes, Contessa, I would prefer this.” Stavro answered. Despite dating Maria as long as he had, and being told it was ok numerous times, he still couldn’t bring himself to address her by name.
“Ok,” Georgia said as the front door opened again. “If La Contessa wants to go there to talk, that’s fine. Take the ashtray, I’ll have someone run the cocoa over to you. Stavro can bring them home.”
“Would you like me to come?” Maria asked. Stavro’s answer was to smile and nod that he would. Helen stood up.
The three of them left as the youngest child came up the stairs with a box of cocoa.
Stavro turned on the lights. The Citizens’ Grievance Office was closed for the weekend, and the three of them walked through the silence to his desk. Stavro held chairs for both women before moving behind the desk to sit at his own. A couch sat against one wall, and royal portraits of both Helen and Maria hung on the wall behind him. Desktop photos of Maria and football posters comprised most of the rest of Stavro’s office décor.
“Now, then.” Stavro said, trying to look as professional as he could. “The business outside: There was a shooting in the neighborhood earlier. A young boy saw a man shoot another man.”
Helen nodded and lit another cigarette. Stavro looked around a moment, then produced an ashtray from his desk. Most government employees kept one handy in case La Contessa stopped by.
“I was at the scene when I got Maria’s messages.” Helen responded. “The man he shot is dead and I knew the victim.”
Stavro nodded grimly at the news.
“Then Alfonzo, the boy who saw the shooting, has witnessed a murder. I saw the man who had been chasing him, but then the thing with La Policia happened. By the time I was able to tell anyone, I had forgotten most of the details.”
“You probably saved Alfonzo’s life, Stavro.” Helen replied, taking a drag. “That man was chasing after him BECAUSE he was a witness. He could have done anything if you hadn’t arrived.”
“That makes it even more important that this man be brought to justice.” Stavro added. “If he wanted the boy so badly, he may try again.”
Helen nodded at that.
“Children are safe in San Finzione. I’ll get Policia protection for the boy.” She thought a moment. “If he was that desperate and saw you see him, he might come after you as well. Some protection for you and your family may be needed. I’ll take care of that, too.”
“If there is a choice,” Stavro replied. “I would rather he came for me. If I got that gun from him...”
“Is that your grievance, Stavro?” Helen asked, followed by a long stream of smoke. “When La Policia catch him, if a minute or two alone in an interrogation room with him is what you want; such things can easily be arranged. I can get the Prefect to loan you his nightstick...”
“I am not asking this, Contessa.” He thought about it for a moment. “Maybe no stick, just hands. My concern is that I saw the man, even if I cannot recall details.”
Stavro hesitated. While he did so, his youngest brother ran over with a cup of cocoa for Helena. She thanked him and took it, then waited for him to leave and turned back to Stavro.
“And there’s something else that you didn’t want to discuss in front of your mother or the rest of the family.” Helen said.
Stavro nodded and resumed.
“I was a teenager when you were crowned, Contessa. I recall the things people said about you and Count Vincenzo, forever does he reign in our hearts. I remember the things that the grown-ups would whisper of La Contessa. Of course, I have gotten to know you since then, and know that most of these stories were untrue. Except for one.”
“I know the one you’re speaking of, Stavro.” Helena answered. “And yes, you’re someone who’s allowed to know the truth, and I appreciate the discretion. I think I know what you’re getting at. Yes, once La Policia’s psychiatrists have gotten what they need from Alfonzo and we’ve caught this guy, I can take away the boy’s trauma. Make him forget the experience; like I did for Umiwama back in Uongo.”
“That would be nice, too, but that is not what I want, Contessa. I wish for you to use this power on ME, to FORCE me to remember the details. I have seen it done in movies and television; such things are possible with the power you possess.”
“And I’ve seen you do such things, Great-Grandmama.” Maria spoke up. “When you and your friends tell stories to each other and you use The Thing to make the listener experience the tale. If Stavro saw something that La Policia can use to catch this man, we have to try.”
Helena took another drag as she looked over at the woman who, despite being only six years younger than her, was her great-granddaughter. Vincenzo had done so well for the country and his family that his children and grandchildren became wastrels and fell prey to short lives of having the world handed to them until they choked on it. Maria was the last of his royal bloodline when Helen came into her life. Over a year ago, Helen had been attacked by an assassin and Maria became Contessa-In-Reggenza until she recovered and resumed power. She’d proven more than up to the task, and now often ruled in her great-grandmother’s place when needed.
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