Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones
© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott
Chapter Sixteen
Mr. Winston sat at the kitchen table, his face drawn even after a cup of Penny’s excellent coffee. “Lars. He is no good as a Technician” the man explained suddenly. “He has the fingers of butter. If he does not improve after a months break he will be sent home. Such a waste of money.”
He drank more coffee. “And that wife of his. She invites anyone into her bed. It is only a wonder there are not two children, or three by now. My wife says it is the herbs she puts in the girls food. Mrs. Richards, what is an old man to do?”
“Mr. Winston” Sara started, only to have the man break in.
“Thomas, please.”
“Thomas then” Sara agreed. “I’m not a marriage councillor so I can’t help you with that. Does Lars know about what Sissy is doing?”
“Yes, he knows” Thomas answered. “And its tearing him up, that wasn’t even his baby.”
“Wasn’t?” Penny asked, surprised. “But she’s always said...”
Mr. Winston looked up at Sara’s wife. “What I say here is safe?”
Penny nodded yes. “We don’t gossip Mr. Winston, it would destroy our reputation and that is very important to us. As for your son, we both like Lars even if he was a normal male teenager taking advantage of an open window.”
“Thomas please. There are no orientals in either Sissy’s or my family. The child has to be from the Po family. They were the only Oriental family here when Sissy came with child because the Kurosawa family did not arrive until a half year later.”
“Ow” Penny gasped.
“With knobs on it” Sara agreed. “Will you pay for a long distance call to Vermilion City Thomas? I can’t afford it.”
“Why?” he asked, interested.
“I’m going to try to get Lars a three month release from school, a family emergency pass. You’ll have to do all the talking but as an ex-student I happen know exactly who to call. You get Lars family problems cleared up and his fingers of warm butter will vanish.”
“I think you are right. Tomorrow then?” Thomas asked.
“Tomorrow. Now how to get Sissy to admit the baby isn’t Lars and to get a divorce without a lot of messy publicity. For that you need to talk to a Family Councillor or at least Judge Lomus. This just sounds like a girl using her body to trap someone that she thinks is going to be richer than her family, or more important the Po family are farmers, right?”
“Yes. They have a comfortable life, though everyone has to work hard.” Thomas agreed.
“Uh-huh, and a Pokeball Technician is home pretty much all the time, right Penny?”
“Unless you have to go to Vermilion City for training or a court case” the brunette agreed. She took her chance and spoke next. “A Pokeball Technicians wife has it pretty easy compared to a farmers wife Thomas. I think that Sissy entrapped your son, she might already have been carrying when she let him have her. It really isn’t that often that a first time is the charm as my wife can prove. It happens, but it never messes with the baby’s racial heritage.”
Thomas Winston finished his coffee and stood. “This is a great favor you do us Sara Richards” he said. “I will see you, Sara Richards, tomorrow. I will buy you and your beautiful wife lunch, then the three of us will see the Judge and make that phone call.” He sat the blue mug down, smiling for the first time in weeks. “My wife was right, I should speak to others not of the Hall. My son has been in Hell, now with your help I shall draw him out. Good night ladies, may your lives be long and filled with love.”
Penny let him out, locking the door behind him. “Well that was interesting” she admitted. “And sad, I really liked Sissy, I honestly thought that she would be good for Lars.”
Sara had stood as well, joining Penny who was now setting out their still warm dinner. “I was fooled too Penny” she admitted. “But don’t feel alone, after all there are four Pokeball’s that prove you can fool people too.”
“Maybe I should catch Sissy, it would clear up a lot of problems.”
Sara abruptly pushed her wife down into her chair. “You will not capture a mother, ever.” she ordered. “And from now on either keep a set of their clothing or their sizes. Now lets eat.”
It wasn’t until after she had started eating that Sara realized that she had just given her wife Carte Blanch to continue her own special kind of hunting.