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I opened my arms and waited for Quan to get this done. Shell and Quan stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cGo ahead, do it!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cOh hell, they won\u2019t pay us if you\u2019re dead,\u201d said Quan, \u201cGet back in slave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cSlave?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cHe means the car,\u201d Shell said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            I realized there were few choices and with Pibb now wandering the outside of the cemetery, maybe the remedy here was to seek help from authorities. My head went to Elga and her insistence on saving Mother. I didn\u2019t know what to do but bargain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cConditional,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cWe hold the cards here,\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t you have any decency?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cTo?\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Shell turned to Quan to mouth something to him. I have been meaning to ask why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cShe has got more credibility and respect in her navel than you have in your entire life. When have you given a shit about anything, old man? And here you are calling my dad a bastard. That is what I see. Some old bastard that has a machismo complex. Do you mid-lifers ever stop?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cShe?\u201d Quan peered around the mausoleum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cGo, Lance,\u201d Shell took her swords out and motioned her head toward the crypt\u2019s exit. She faced Quan again. I seized the opportunity but wanted to stay and aid Shell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cOh. No. Not you, boy. We\u2019ve done this before, and I remember you getting a good shiner out of it. Step out of the way,\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cJohn, listen to me,\u201d Shell said. Quan was still. He flipped his shotgun forward toward Shell, aiming it to fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            I made headway to the entrance of the cemetery, behind me the old man we believed was Francis Pibb walked the grounds, passing to stop at each headstone, metal plaque, and marker, showing appreciation; honoring each of their lives as if he were close friends with them. Unable to aid Pibb now, Pibb\u2019s willingness to speak with me on the same level and his honesty endeared him to me. I could see that. I didn\u2019t want to leave him to who knows what. It wasn\u2019t like he forced anything on me. Maybe that was his game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll be back for you,\u201d I said and passed Quan\u2019s car\/ship, desperate with the temptation to kick the tires or key the side of it. Battle-worn, doing so to Quan\u2019s beloved vehicle only gave it more character. I did spit on it before walking away. But where? Swan Point is famous in the area, but in the eagerness to comply with the government regulation of \u201cStay at home because it is where you belong,\u201d knowledge of city geography limited me. I started, but Shell stood behind me. I didn\u2019t notice, she was that efficient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cIt will be easier if Slave takes you there,\u201d Shell said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

             I turned to her, she stood next to their vehicle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI appreciate it. I did not think he would last long against you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cHe never does,\u201d Shell said. Quan walked with his head down, past the cemetery gates, rounding the back of his car, and opened the passenger side. I squinted, noticing Quan\u2019s distraught face, and weakened state. Shell let him in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As they both entered the car, Shell started it. Pibb stayed on my mind. I had to look again. He wandered the cemetery with the night stealing his life away in a hypnotic trance. I don\u2019t know what it was, but I had to get him out of it. It wasn\u2019t right to allow him to suffer this way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            I sat in the car and turned my neck to Quan, he stared out the window at nothing, but his face wasn\u2019t the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI think I can walk,\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cJohn, not like this,\u201d said Shell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI love you, Shell, thank you. I need to go home and be with the kids for a little bit and I, we, can get back to work,\u201d Quan said. Shell nodded. I didn\u2019t want to ask about their age difference or romance, but I did know Shell was twelve at the time they met. No wonder the martial arts masters were suspicious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cIt is not what you think, although I do love him too,\u201d Shell said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI am not judging, not now. I don\u2019t know the whole story either,\u201d I said to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThere are people. Albeit scarce in this world and probably out here and everywhere, Lance, that would do anything for the life of another. He saved me and I owe my life to him,\u201d said Shell, \u201cBelieve it or not there are still people who would abhor the idea of romantic involvement with anyone or anything too. We get along that way. However, I cannot leave Pibb in the state he is in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cIt is a better focus,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            I nodded and relinquished my thoughts on the subject of her and Quan. It brought my curiosity to the exchange Pibb had earlier with Shell. A romantic connection? It sounded like it to my ears. If I were not married, a crush would form over this amazing woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Quan removed his seat belt and laid across the back seat, covering his head with both arms. An alarm let Shell know. Silencing it, Shell turned on the radio starting a song familiar to my memory, a dreaded marching song that allowed the car to lift and drift away from the cemetery. I never noticed but it operated like mother, by music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe will be back for him,\u201d Shell said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAny idea how to wake him up?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou care for him though he gladly would have sold you in the cellar market,\u201d Shell said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe knew my father, they were friends,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI care for his ignorant foolish life too, Lance,\u201d said Shell. \u201cGothia has taken residence in his heart and her life is one with his for now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a lot in that sentence. How? Why? So much power in that small body of Gothia Swartzbergman-Blaustein Horo Mankowitz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We landed. I left the car not questioning where we ended up. The day was like a dream. A long, strange dream out of my mundane town. I missed my wife and now wanted nothing to do with the awareness of who I was. Shell exited the car, Quan, behind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet going, Lance,\u201d Quan said, now standing straight and ever-present as he was before. There we were in front of the Tri-Angeles police station, district fifteen. Officers loitered at the entrance carousing, playing video games set up for the outside, betting on sports, and engaging in conversation. They greeted Quan. Shell\u2019s face remained stoic, ignoring their leers at her. The offices were lit amply by the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. We came to a front desk with an automated check-in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cQuan, Shell, victim,\u201d Quan said. A ding came afterward, and a small horizontal chrome gate opened for us to go down the hallway, one that a person would easily be able to raise his leg up and over although I venture to guess they wouldn’t try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The three of us walked down the hallway, placards and frames lined on either side, some hanging as if ready to fall to the ground. At the end was an open door. Around the door molding, my wife shot up from a chair and my hands came to my face blocking her slaps at me without end. Shell stepped in front of Quan and grabbed her arms to control her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d I said after anticipating the response from my wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cF—-r!\u201d My wife shouted at me while sneering at Shell who tried to calm her down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An older officer with a mullet and thick neatly trimmed eyebrows stood near Quan, exchanging information. Some of his hair was dyed blond or sprayed to keep highlights. He had to be past forty and still trying to fight age. His eyes opened and closed with exaggerated animated movement. Leaving the room, I would not see him again until further down in the days of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou need some alone time, Mrs. Vier?\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is the perfect place. Do you have any weapons I can put both of us out of our misery?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBoy?\u201d Quan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shell turned her attention away from my wife and to Quan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGive them your swords, let them hack it out. It is the only way true love can really tame itself,\u201d Quan said, smirking for the first time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shell stood away from my wife and then glared at Quan as she exited, not relinquishing her swords. Quan leaned against the door frame and gazed at the both of us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI love a good slaughter,\u201d said Quan. Shell pulled him away from the door. I turned to my wife. She began to sob.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere were you?!\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI told you a little about it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot enough. I was worried. Do you know how much I had to pay to get them to bring you here? They don\u2019t do this for free anymore. We are down three months for this year now,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was genuinely confused at her response, caught up in the bounty hunters, the babies, Granny Sometimes, the biological mess the government made of the rest of the world, the strange people, Shell\u2019s integrity, Quan\u2019s mental instability, Pibb\u2019s odd faithfulness to me, F*ck face, ShowBard, and Diablo Red to remember bounties are a normal part of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re coming home before I leave your ass,\u201d she said and grabbed my collar. I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her. The worst part of this is, I didn\u2019t think she loved me the way she did. I didn\u2019t think it existed anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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