Free The Digger's Rest by K. Patrick Malone Page A

never
agree to see you. He’s a fine man, brilliant, caring, dedicated,
all qualities I’m going to assume he got from his mother. But you
wouldn’t know that, would you? You don’t deserve to, and you never
will if I have to spend every last penny I have and pull every
fucking string I know to keep it from happening,” Jack said,
crossing the line over into shouting.
    Bramson struggled for something to say but
was clearly outclassed in the world of articulate banter. The best
he could muster was, “But…“
    “ But nothing! You chose money and your
own comforts over the life of your own child. And that’s
unacceptable no matter what fucking rarified planet you come from.
Now get the hell out before I call security to throw you out, and
don’t ever come back here again. Or better yet, I think I’d rather
throw you out of here myself,” Jack shouted, standing up from his
seat and moving to come around the desk.
    Julian Bramson the Third saw Jack meant
business and got up quickly, heading toward the door like a scared
rabbit as Jack moved closer to him. Luckily for Bramson, he managed
to shut the door behind him before Jack could get close enough to
grab him.
    Then as Jack went back to his chair, feeling
free for having finally vented all of his pent-up frustration from
the last twenty years, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest,
traveling down his arm. He grabbed hold of the ledge on his desk,
barely managing to get himself back in his chair and hit the button
on his intercom. “Alida,” he called into it gasping for breath and
reaching in his desk, scrambling for his little pill box.
    Alida rushed in a moment later. “Yack!” she
cried in panic when she saw his shallow breathing and hectic color.
She grabbed the little pill box from his hand, took out two small
tablets and put them under his tongue. She took the handkerchief
from his breast pocket and dipped it in the water pitcher he always
kept on his desk and began dabbing his face.
    “ You were listening, weren’t you?” he
croaked.
    “ Chess,” she replied and kissed his
forehead.
    “ Good. I’m glad. Now, I need you to
help me. I need you to take all the documents relating to Dr.
Bramson and the Devon project to your daughter’s tonight. It looks
like we’re going to have a security risk. And we need to get Mitch
to England as soon as possible. Do you understand?” he gasped and
squeezed her hand.
    Alida nodded, her black eyes looking at him
sadly.
    “ Chess, Yack,” she said, nodding in
agreement. He finally took a deep breath.
    “ And Alida, when you get back, do you
think you could come over and make me some of your arroz con pollo …and stay with me. I
need you tonight.” Alida smiled coyly, the sheen in her black eyes
changing from worry to affection as she saw his color coming back
to normal.
    “ Chess, of course, Yack,” she said and
kissed him lightly on the forehead again. “Your Alida will take
care of you tonight.”

Chapter VII
     
    SIMON
     
    I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm
undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending
unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty
window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost
taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one
else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one
else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words
unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your
book begins The rest is still unwritten.
    Unwritten
    ……… As performed by Natasha
Bedingfield
     
     
    Simon was the first to get out of the
cab at Russell Square, barely able to contain the thrill that
rejuvenated him once the plane hit the ground. London! London! I’m in London! I can’t believe it! he thought as his head spun around in all directions, trying
to take it all in while Mitch paid the cabman.
    “ Simon, come on.