This is the fifteenth part of a fiction serial, in 721 words.
That refreshing night’s sleep left me in a good mood for the visit to my mum later. I got ready early and skipped breakfast, knowing mum would provide a huge Sunday meal, and a big stodgy dessert too. On the way to the house, I stopped off and bought her a bottle of the sweet white wine she liked. She wasn’t much for drinking, but she did enjoy a glass of that sticky sweet stuff with dinner.
No traffic locally meant that I was there just before two, and she was ready for me. Roast leg of lamb with all the trimmings, home-made mint sauce, and a bread and butter pudding with custard to follow. I was hardly through the door before we were sat at the table eating.
For someone who lives on easy microwave meals, fast food stuff, and far too much pizza, the traditional Sunday lunch was something I anticipated with my mouth watering at the thought of it. I accepted her offer of three more slices of lamb, and then ate a huge portion of the pudding, completely covered in home-made custard. Still seated at the dinner table, feeling a belly full of wind brewing, mum started to tell me the real reason why I was there.
“You will be thirty-one soon, and I will be seventy. Your aunt Jean is eighty now, and she isn’t well. In fact, she has liver cancer, and probably less than a year to live”. That shook me a bit. I had last seen Jean at Christmas, and she had looked the picture of health, even though the chestnut hair dye was more obvious than ever.
“So next week, I am moving from here and going to live with her in Danbury, to help her though the last months of her life. This house is sold, and most of the things are being collected by charities, as I won’t need them. If you want anything, you can take it with you today. I have some boxes in the garage that I want you to have, but the rest is up to you. And before you ask, I used an agent in Colchester. I didn’t want your firm involved, as to be honest, I think they have treated you badly”.
Well she was right about that. After a couple of golden years at the start, the company had sold off the commercial premises side, and then stuck me with getting rid of any new commercials that came in after. I had gone from hero to zero, in the course of three years.
Mum was still talking.
“This house fetched three-eighteen, more than I expected. Jean tells me the Danbury house is worth around six hundred thousand, but it is much larger of course. She will leave that to me, plus any personal money. Then I will leave everything to you. It’s not like I have anyone else to leave it to, after all. I know you will have to wait for that, as I have no idea how long I will live. But you can count on a very substantial inheritance once I am gone”.
That was food for thought. At least nine hundred grand when my old mum passed, probably closer to a million by the time she popped off. I should have felt guilty thinking that I suppose, but I didn’t. Jean had definitely had her fun with me, and mum was still on a guilt trip for not giving a shit about me. But it was a long time to wait, nonetheless.
Before I had even surreptitiously sneaked out the wind filling me up, mum was ready for me to go.
“Come to the garage on your way out, and I will show you those boxes. You will be interested in what they contain, but please don’t ring me and ask me about what’s in them. Promise?”
I promised.
Two of the boxes were light, and one fairly heavy. They were sealed down with packing tape, and very dusty. Once I had loaded them into the Fiesta, mum reminded me. “Don’t forget your promise, I don’t want to discuss anything in those boxes. Remember that, Darren”.
On the way home, I could feel myself accelerating for no good reason.
I really couldn’t wait to open those three boxes.
This is exciting, but I fear it can’t be good for Darren. I thought perhaps his mum’s house sold for 318, not 317, although that was more than she expected. Well done, Pete.
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The house fetching 317 might have been one coincidence too many, Jennie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I would leave those boxes in her garage if I were him. I am afraid a ball will come bouncing out when he opens one.
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You are close. Very close! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The telling about “Jack in the box” ? 😉 Michael
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Not quite. 🙂
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Oh, then i have to be surprised. 😉
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Her I go once again . . hanging on your every word! You create such suspense!
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Thanks, Michele. That’s what I hope to do. Sometimes it works. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You built up our interest well with those boxes. I’m very curious.
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I thought it was time for some ‘reveal’, Pete.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Can’t wait for the boxes to be opened – oh dear, I’ve caught up with the episodes, have to wait till tomorrow…
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It all starts to make sense tomorrow, Janet.
Well it does to me, anyway. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Skippy, who grew up to be a skipjack tuna boat skipper, skipped his peanut butter breakfast and skipped down to the pond to skip rocks across the water. (Pete, you’re free to skip this first comment.)
(2) Overheard, inside a tree:
Swarmy McCombe “Honey, can you put some of that sticky sweet stuff in my glass?”
Bea McQueen: “It’s always, ‘Honey, to this! Honey, do that!’ Hive ‘ad enough of this!”
(3) “No traffic locally meant that I was there just before two.” So those two arrived a bit later. Since they weren’t held up in traffic, what excuse did they offer?
(4) I never eat roast leg of lamb because I feel sorry for three-legged lambs. Too bad they never complain. I’m always perplexed by the silence of the lambs!
(5) Bad citation: “Your aunt Jean probably has less than a year to live. First, we’ll see her chestnut hair die, and then…”
(6) Bad citation: “I have some boxes in the garage that I want you to have. Take anything you want, but you can start with Helena, your inflatable doll. After you’re done boxing Helena…”
(7) “This house fetched three-eighteen, more than I expected.” She expected 317.
(8) “That was food for thought.” Unfortunately, Darren wasn’t hungry. He’d already eaten a big dinner consisting of roasted leg of lamb with all the trimmings, not to mention a huge portion of bread and butter pudding covered in custard.
(9) “On the way home, I could feel myself accelerating for no good reason.” Actually, the acceleration was due to more of that wind in his belly sneaking out. (Neither Darren nor Fiesta ran out of gas on the way home.)
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7) I was close to using that number for the house sale, but decided against it at the last moment.
1) If you had grown up in Britain or Australia, you would know that the ‘only’ Skippy is the famous kangaroo who was a TV star.
Nice film reference in 4).
Best wishes, Pete.
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The mystery deepens!
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I hope there are some clues in those boxes, Stevie! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Me too!
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Well, we made it through that episode without a 317! Warmest regards Theo
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I suspect the worst of the 3:17s is behind us, Theo. (For now)
Best wishes, Pete.
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I had to take a break to catch up!! Pete I love this. Completely intrigued. Thank you.
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Thanks for catching up all the way! I really appreciate that. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think I speak for all of your readers when I say we are dying to have those boxes open Pete!
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Me too, John! I can’t wait to see what’s in them! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think only 2 people know the answer to the contents of the boxes… mummy and you, Pete I couldn’t even take a guess
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I’m sure I don’t know. I can’t wait for him to open them! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Haha… 😀… x
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I don’t think there is a person in the word who could guess what is in those boxes 🙂
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I await the guesses, Eduardo! 🙂
Cheers, Pete.
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Yikes…
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“The boxes!” 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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😄😄😄
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Meanie!! 🤣
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That’s the thing about serials… 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Argh! What’s in the boxes?!😱
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I was expecting someone to ask… 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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