This is the forty-fourth part of a fiction serial, in 808 words.
Talking to Phin and getting to see more of Wichita led me to make a decision. I had nothing to keep me in Rochester now, so I broached the subject one morning over breakfast. “Phin, how would you feel if I came to live here permanently? I have already sold the newspaper, and Brad James could contact someone to arrange to sell the old house and everything in it. To be honest, there is very little there of any sentimental value to me, and I can buy new clothes here in Wichita. It would have to be okay with Mrs Mallory too of course”.
He hesitated, and cleared his throat before answering. For a moment I thought I had exceeded his hospitality and been too presumptive. But there were tears in his eyes when he spoke.
“Julian, nothing would make me happier. And as for Mrs Mallory, she thinks you’re the bees knees, whatever she says to your face. Get it done, and clear up your affairs. You’ll be a Wichita man now, and a famous writer one day too, I’ll be bound. Maybe get near as good as Mister Herman Melville”.
Excited by his reply, I phoned to arrange a taxi to take me into the city. I had things to do that day, so there was no tape recorder session.
Brad James was pleased to have all my business, and treated me like royalty. He introduced me to his friend who managed one of the banks, and between them they set everything in motion for my residence in Kansas. That afternoon, I wrote letters to six big publishing houses, outlining my idea of a book, and giving them a taster of what it would contain. At dinner that evening, Mrs Mallory came in from the kitchen and gave me an impromptu hug. “You are very welcome here, Julian. You have brightened up the place, and taken years off of Mister Fuller, believe me”.
The next afternoon when Phin was having his nap, Ann Mallory and I engaged in a little conspiracy surrounding his forthcoming one hundredth birthday. She was adamant that he would be upset if there was too much fuss, but I wasn’t about to let such an important date slide. I resolved to contact the local newspapers, radio stations, and even the new television company. She wanted to invite people to the house for food and drinks, allowing for the fact that it would be too cold to be outside in the Fall. She gave me a list of those she thought should receive invitations, and I promised to get them sent out. When we had made our notes, and decided on decorations and food, she furrowed her brow.
“Julian, we will have to let him know. He can have a fierce temper when he’s riled, and might well take to his room and refuse to come out”. I assured her that I would tackle Phin, and while I was at it, I asked if she would stay on with me after he had gone. She choked up a little, and reached for an embroidered handkerchief in her apron pocket. “Why Julian, that would mean the world to me. I don’t know what else I would do once Mister Fuller leaves us. Your offer is accepted with my gratitude”.
As promised, I did tackle him. And as she predicted, he was none too pleased.
“You know what will happen, Julian? Well, you don’t know, but they will dig into my past, and someone will find out that my daddy was a Confederate from Virginia, and had no real claim to this land. I tell you, Julian, let it go. Nothing good will come of it, once those Redlegs and Yankees get their teeth into the story”.
I asked him for more details, and got it all down on tape. “But Phin, Henry had the title to the land, and left it to you. That means there is no problem about your daddy being a rebel. By the way, why has Henry got no last name on his grave marker?”
Phin smiled. “‘Fore he died, Henry told me that the Fullers were his real family. He didn’t reckon that he could be called Henry Fuller on his marker, so just asked for ‘Henry’. He said his own family didn’t treat him good, because of his problem with learning. But me and my daddy didn’t care, and neither did Walter, Mary, or Susan. He cried when he told me to just put ‘Henry’ on his marker. He said he can’t claim to be a Fuller, but being buried with the rest was the next best thing”.
After almost wearing him out with argument that afternoon, he stuck to his guns. No television, and only the newspaper if I wrote the piece.
And definitely no photographs.
This story is rounding out nicely nearly a full circle…Love it! x
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That was always the plan, Carol. For everyone who stuck with it, they can now finally see what I was doing. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Excellent, Pete! Of course Phin would be worried that his Pa was was a Confederate and there wouldn’t be a true claim to the land. I can feel this birthday party will have some drama.
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I hope that you are wrong about that, Jennie. Phin has had enough drama in his life. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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He certainly has! Best to you, Pete.
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I can feel the end coming,but I think it will be one without drama.
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I reckon there was enough drama in his life already, Eduardo.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’ve read two episodes tonight – both good. I hope this party goes well and no one tries to dig up Phin’s daddy’s past and spoil things.
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Thanks for catching up, Mary.
I hope you are feeling okay.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes, thanks, just back from Edinburgh about to tackle the huge number of notifications and emails – determined to catch up before midnight!
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I can believe that he is still worried about his dad’s Confederate past. He had to hide it so long it has become a habit. Love that the story has brought Julian to Wichita.
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Thanks very much, Elizabeth.
I hope you are feeling much better now.
Best wishes Pete.
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Yes. The biopsy results were excellent. Surgery site healing. All good here.(except for our democracy and covid!)
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Excellent news! 🙂 x
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Truly.
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(1a) Bad citation: “And as for Mrs. Mallory, she thinks you’re the ant’s pants, whatever she says to your face.” (This begs the question: Why has Mrs. Mallory’s attention been crawling all over Julian’s pants? And what is on her mind when observing the ant hill in his pants?)
(1b) Mrs. Mallory should mind her own beezness and forget about ants.
(1c) I suggest she leave Julian alone and go read a book—but not Moby Dick, in which the whale considered Capt. Ahab to be the size of an ant.
(1d) Ann Mallory “was adamant”… No, she is not Adam Ant! (Her obsession with ants, as well as her gender confusion, needs to be addressed by a psychiatrist.)
(2a) Julian gave the six big publishing houses “a taster” of what his book would include. Likewise, Mrs. Mallory gave Julian “a taster” of what dinner would include.
(2b) Julian thought dinner was fine, but said it was nothing to write home about. (Oh, wait…)
(3) “Mrs. Mallory came in from the kitchen and gave me an impromptu hug.” Actually, Julian is being kind to the lady by fibbing a little. Ann Mallory actually squeezed him between her legs à la Xenia Onatopp. I guess she wanted to create a tight bond between them.
(4) “As promised, I did tackle him.” But since Phin was nearly 100 years old, his bones were extremely brittle. So Julian should have known better than to play football with him.
(5) Phin doesn’t like Redlegs. I think Mrs. Mallory has got him all fired up over those marching red ants…
(6) Overheard:
Henry: “I can’t claim to be a Fuller, but being buried with the rest of you is the next best thing.”
Phin: “Oh Henry!”
Henry: “I’d rather have an Almond Joy. But if that’s the only candy bar you can offer…”
(7) Phin stuck to his guns. But his teeth no longer stuck to his gums.
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Well you went ant-crazy tonight, David! As for the candy bar jokes, they will play best to an American audience. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Phin certainly still has his gumption.
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He never lost that, Kim. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I hope Phin has a great birthday.
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As I understand it, he wasn’t much for celebrations, Molly. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Glad Phin still rules the roost!
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He was old, but still a strong character. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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