Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)
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				Title: <strong>Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2007, 19:53:49</strong>
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				Felicia Barrett was the daughter of one of the most prominent families in Greenville, Ontario.&nbsp; Her great, great grandfather had actually founded the small town during a gold rush in the 1860's, and the family money had only grown since.&nbsp; Her father, Smithson Barrett, ran the local savings and loan, and was the second selectsman for the small community.&nbsp; A beautiful young blonde, Felicia was beautiful, polite, intelligent, rich... and extremely spoiled.&nbsp; She ALWAYS got what she wanted.<br><br>Except for lately.<br><br>When Jason Murphy had moved into Greenville to take over Dr Donegan's dental practice, he had become the most eligible bachelor in the burgoning little burg.&nbsp; And Felicia, being the queen of the local scene.. had set her sights on him.&nbsp; And for almost two years now, Jason had been courting Felicia.. they'd even been speaking about getting married.&nbsp; Everything had been going Felicia's way, until three weeks ago, when Jason had gotten the letter that his older brother had died a pauper.<br><br>Bradley Murphy had been left with the family farm, in a small community in Northern Ontario.&nbsp; All Felicia knew about the place was that as a young man, Jason had shaken the dust of his family farm from his boots, and never looked back.. until now.&nbsp; Because Bradley had left behind a wife and a young child, who were penniless and without family.&nbsp; Jason was being TOO good a man, in Felicia's opinion.. he'd actually sent for his sister-in-law and her brat to come LIVE with him!<br><br>"Jason, just marry me, and come live with my family at Manningwood House.." she growled, her voice cracking with her fury.&nbsp; "Leave this... home.. to her, and give her a stipend."&nbsp; Her pretty face brightened as a rather wicked idea occurred to her.&nbsp; "Perhaps we can hire her on as a servant, and have her watch our home, wash our things... yes, that would do!&nbsp; Just.. marry me now!"<br><br>Jason sighed.&nbsp; He'd been hearing the same argument for weeks now, ever since the letter and the photos of his newly found kin had arrived in the mail.&nbsp; Why Bradley hadn't told him that he was getting married, he'd never know.. unless his older brother still resented his decision to leave, and had decided that he HAD no younger brother.&nbsp; The picture was fuzzy, but it was easy to see that she was a beautiful young woman.. and the child had the looks to match.&nbsp; How could he not help them?&nbsp; That child was his only family, now.. <br><br>"Damnit, Felicia.." Jason sighed as he put on his jacket and his fedora.&nbsp; "It's the 1940's.. you just can't leave people on the street to starve, you know.&nbsp; Besides.. they're my family."&nbsp; As his fiancee opened her mouth to argue with him again, he raised a finger and cut her off sharply.&nbsp; "I'm done hearing about it, Fe.. I am not marrying you until I can support you on my own, and until I'm damn well good and ready.&nbsp; If you can't wait.. then maybe you're with the wrong man."<br><br>And as Felicia huffed, Jason stalked out of his office, leaving it for his secretary to lock up.&nbsp; He had to get to the train station.. they were on their way, and he had to meet that train.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 13:54:25</strong>
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				On the outskirts north of Greenville, the surroundings were rather void of civilization save for the few cars that came and went; loved and dearly missed relatives, perhaps even friends, were greeted warmly by amicable faces, or tear stained ones if in parting. All this Evelyn Murphy watched, and demurely she glanced away if someone caught her looking at them, but she could not help but to bask in the joy that radiated from those strangers. It had been several long weeks in which anyone had held her, smiled at her genuinely with love; pity they offered her, that and condolences or regret for her circumstances. It was not the same as what these other strangers had, and it made Evelyn's heart ache heavily. Nothing, however, could be done but to carry on and begin a new life. Remember, she would, her husband, but too she had to survive and raise a child of eight months. Never would she have imagined that her baby would be fatherless, let alone have a mother now who could not support herself, not support the babe: Bradley had become indebted to the bankers, and the farmhouse, herd and land were all confiscated. Little did it matter, save for the money, for Evelyn could not have worked the farm on her own. Having no one, not even her own parents, Evelyn turned to the only living relative that she knew of, Bradley's brother Jason, and hoped for help even though she and young William were strangers to him.<br><br>Dr. Jason Murphy had took it upon himself to be their saviour, and promised to care for them, and enclosed in the letter of his response to hers were train tickets and food stamps. It had moved Evelyn to tears. Always had she been a proud woman, vain, a trait that she inherited from her French Canadian mother and relying on the kindness of strangers was difficult. All the same, Evelyn accepted it, and so plans were made, and now she awaited impatiently as her mind wondered about Bradley's younger brother. She had not met the man before, and only heard Bradley cursing the 'son-of-a-sow' and his arrogance: she was raised with arrogant men, her brothers, and thus their refusal of help for they had families of their own or a lifestyle that she would complicate. They had, however, sent her the latest fashions from Montreal in hope that she would lure a man to her, and wed again. Evelyn laughed, but the clothing was elegant and beautiful, and would cling nicely to her curvaceous woman figure. <br><br>Dr. Jason Murphy, if he was anything like his brother, would not appreciate nice clothing. The thought of that made her frown momentarily, but not at that direct thought, but at why she had married Bradley to begin with; the courting personality of Bradley was extremely different then his one he held while married. Although penniless, and God have mercy on her soul for thinking this, she may be better off as a widow; no expectations would be held by others of her except to mourn for her husband and even so, she wore a red and white polka-dotted dress that hugged her form and red heeled shoes. She did want to look presentable for Dr. Murphy, but doubt started to roam through her mind.<br><br>Her eyebrows knitted together as she peered out over the parking lot that was shaded by trees, and growing fatigued of toting her babe around, she sat on her trunk; odd, it was, in knowing that her short life of twenty two years was packaged in one large metal box. She sighed. The young woman managed to light a cigarette to soothe her nerves. It was the first time she ever lit a cigarette in public, not since she was courted by Bradley. A woman could smoke in the privacy of her home, but it was scandalous in public. The French had different views of society, and Evelyn learned that rather quickly. Perhaps, too, it was just Bradley Murphy instilling his beliefs upon the young woman, she knew not any more. She sat and waited for Jason; smoke filtered through her white teeth and crimson lips, and she puffed it away from her babe whom idly played with a button on her dress, pulling at it and trying to suck on it. He smiled at her, their blue eyes meeting with mirth.<br><br>Under the&nbsp; brilliant light of the afternoon sun, Evelyn enjoyed her cigarette, and the company of her babe. During the coarse of it, she sang a soothing lullaby, her melodious voice melting into the breeze which was accompanied by the rustling of leaves; knurled branches of the willow trees shook in the gentle May breeze. It lulled her sweet William to sleep, and she pressed her red stained lips to his plump pale soft cheek leaving a kiss mark on him. She could not help but to smile.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 15:40:47</strong>
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				The train was already on it's way out of the station by the time Jason pulled up in his 1941 Packard convertible.&nbsp; He grumbled, and dropped his unfiltered Camel over the driver's door.&nbsp; Moments later, his black patent leather shoe came down, grinding the life out of the smoldering white tube. <br><br>Jason slammed his door, and pulled out the grainy photograph that he had taken with him out of his pocket.&nbsp; It was a wedding picture of his stern older brother and a very young looking woman.&nbsp; The picture was dark, and of poor quality.. but it wasn't hard to tell that Evelyn Murphy wasn't hard on the eyes.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, if she looked even HALF as good in truth as she did on celluloid, Jason wondered how the hell his plain, simple older brother had managed to win her hand.<br><br>Shrugging, he pocketed the photograph, and made his way into the terminal, and looked around.&nbsp; Considering how cheap Bradley was, he fully expected that Evelyn would arrive as a modern-day Cinderella, dressed in rags.&nbsp; And so he barely spared a glance for the beautiful, sophisticated dame in the polka-dot dress.. although he did tip his fedora to her.&nbsp; Smiling slightly, he cracked a smile.&nbsp; That was one classy lady, with gams that wouldn't stop.. there was one lucky bastard that would be meeting HER at the train station.. and after they got home?<br><br>He shook his head slightly, clearing his head of that train of thought.&nbsp; Maybe Felicia was right, he thought to himself with a scowl.. maybe he HAD waited too long to marry.&nbsp; But he just didn't feel ready yet.&nbsp; Fe.. was very desirable.&nbsp; VERY desirable.. and the things they did together in his house would give her stodgy father a third heart attack.&nbsp; But Jason hadn't slept with her.. not yet.&nbsp; He wanted to wait.&nbsp; There was something about Felicia that set his teeth on edge at times, and he wasn't sure that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his days with.&nbsp; And she certainly didn't want him to send ANY time with another woman in the house..<br><br>Confused, Jason put his hands on the hips of his well taylored suit.&nbsp; The crowd had cleared, and the only person left was the looker in the.. wait.&nbsp; He pulled the picture out of his pocket, and checked it in disbelief.. then chuckled, and mumbled to himself.&nbsp; "Bradley, you dirty dog.. how the hell did you manage THIS?"<br><br>Removing his fedora, Jason smiled at the lady in the polka-dots, and nodded.&nbsp; "Excuse me.. Evelyn Murphy, I presume?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 17:23:17</strong>
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				Evelyn shaded her periwinkle blue eyes with her thin hand; neatly trimmed nails, finely shaped and polished a glossy red decorated the tips and accented her red painted lips, the dress, and her shoes. Not squinting now, she could see the refined younger man who had earlier tipped his hat to her, had wondered about glancing at a picture and on realizing that he must be Dr. Jason Murphy, she smiled. It was friendly and hinted at shyness. &nbsp;“Yes,” Evelyn barely said, her voice quiet, her accent soft, and her breath perfumed with the scent of lemonade and cigarettes. She rose to her feet, and well practised, she smoothed her skirt while nestling the child close to her, and she offered her hand to Bradley's brother; it was a simple deduction considering there was barely anyone else at the station.<br><br>&nbsp;“You must be Jason,” She drew near him, closer so that the scent of her perfume, a faint lingering of rose, could be smelled, and delicately she placed a kiss on his one smooth shaven cheek and then the other. Her fingers touched his left cheek then, caressed his skin, wiping the trace of lipstick from him. &nbsp;“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, and it is so very kind, your heart, your soul, to help me and your nephew. It is appreciated.” She murmured close to his ear, and then she drew away and yet it did not seem very far, only an inch or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 18:45:42</strong>
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				So, this was indeed Evelyn!&nbsp; <br><br>As she got up, he marvelled again at her perfectly lithe body.. with such a young child, no less.&nbsp; It was amazing to him that her waist could be so tiny with a small child in her arms.&nbsp; Was she cinched into place with a girdle, perhaps?&nbsp; As she reached out to shake his hand, he automatically extended his own, but then froze as she leaned in to him.&nbsp; He blinked as she kissed his cheeks, feeling a shiver run through his body.&nbsp; She smelled incredible.. looked better.&nbsp; How in the name of god had this absolute wonder ended up married to his insensitive boor of a brother?&nbsp; <br><br>Somehow managing to not blush, Jason nodded mutely as she thanked him, not knowing quite what to say.&nbsp; "After our parents died, Bradley asked me to come home.. I was still in school, and didn't have the money.&nbsp; After that.. well, Bradley wouldn't answer my letters.&nbsp; Eventually, I gave up.&nbsp; Honestly, Ms Murphy, your son is the only family I have in this world, and I am not the sort of man who would have his blood living on the street."&nbsp; he replied in a rather formal and stuffy manner.<br><br>He looked down at their hands, still joined, and muttered "I guess you'll be wanting that back..", then put his hands on his hips, and nodded at the trunk.&nbsp; He still hadn't even spared his nephew a single glance.&nbsp; "The trunk, then.. is that everything?"
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 19:16:41</strong>
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				A blush heightened to her cheeks as she took her hand from his for Evelyn had forgotten that her hand nested in his for such a long time, and she enjoyed the warmth and smoothness of it. Bradley had rough calloused hands, hands that were always stained with dirt or oil, and often he smelled of the animals or sweat or the combination of the two, and his skin was sun drenched, tanned, even though he wore a wide brimmed hat, and everything of that nature did not exist in his younger brother. Jason Murphy was a dentist, established, and educated; his body was draped in a three piece suit that was pristinely clean, and he even had a clean scent about him, and if anything, that was what Evelyn missed in a man.&nbsp; That hand that lingered on Jason now cradled her son, and when her brother-in-law looked at her trunk, that lonely piece of luggage, she too stared at it. She chewed her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. There had been more, but the crib and mattress were lost or rather stolen: somebody else had claimed it at an earlier stop, and there were apologies given to Evelyn, but it didn't make matters right.<br><br>&nbsp;“The bankers,” Evelyn's voice trembled and with an unsteady hand, she clumsily lit another cigarette. It was a mere distraction to keep her from crying, and certainly, if Bradley disliked her tears so would his brother. &nbsp;“they were not too charitable.” She blew smoke into the air away from them, and before she closed her cigarette case she silently offered one to Jason. &nbsp;“And then they lost William's crib.” Regardless of the cigarette, her eyes watered and stray tears darted down her cheeks. She brushed them away with her hand, casually, and yet there was a grace, an elegance that was remarkable about the simple gesture. &nbsp;“Me pardonner.” The French words instinctively were whispered by her. &nbsp;“I do mean to cry, but it is upsetting, no?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 19:56:40</strong>
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				Even though he had his own cigarettes in a silver case inside his jacket, Jason quietly accepted Evelyn's offer of one.&nbsp; He pulled out a rather nice lighter, and lit his own, taking a deep drag of it while his sister-in-law told him about her luggage.. what remained of her life, what had been taken from her.. the indignities she had suffered on the way here.&nbsp; <br><br>He took a deep drag, and raised an eyebrow at her sudden switch to french.&nbsp; "Bien sure, c'est difficile.."&nbsp; he said softly, blowing smoke out of his nose.&nbsp; "Mais ca vais ameliorer, bien sur.."&nbsp; he said, and allowed his smoke to dangle from the corner of his mouth as he picked up one end of the trunk.&nbsp; The other, blessedly, had wheels.. and he was able to drag it, even though it forced him to stoop awkwardly.<br><br>"So we will need to find a crib.. what else will you need around the house?&nbsp; I don't know nothin about raisin no babies.." he deadpanned, still avoiding looking at his nephew as he headed for his car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-11-2007, 00:55:37</strong>
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				The skirt to Evelyn's dress moved with her body, gliding across her form, her long legs, caressing her , hugging her, as she walked beside her brother-in-law; the slit in the side of her skirt, somewhat unusual for many were at the back, gave leeway for stride. The young woman tried to keep pace, and much like Bradley, the man's strides were purposeful and long. The sound of leather sole shoes on gravel, the scraping and crunching, surrounded the couple and almost did Evelyn twist her ankle, and she was fortunate that she kept her balance for the babe would have tumbled and received injury. She snuggled him closer to her bosom. <br><br>&nbsp;“Dr. Murphy,” Evelyn began, and delicately she touched his arm, and stopped walking. &nbsp;“I do not ask you to be his papa, or nothing like that. You misunderstand my intention, no? We need a home, not a husband or father, and so you can simply continue being an uncle. Is that why you don't acknowledge him? Your fear of freedom being lost? That you no longer can woo a woman of your choosing?” Her words were frank, pointed, broken between English and French, the accent soft and sultry, and before he could reply, she stepped away from him dismissing herself from his company. <br><br>Apparently, the apples did not fall far from the tree.&nbsp; As Bradley had told her, it was her duty to give him sons, and to tend to the litter of them, but when they were older, he'd share the responsibility; more or less teach them about farming, fishing, shaving, sex, driving a tractor and an automobile, and when needed, a good hiding to know they were wrong. The attitude annoyed Evelyn, but she could not divorce, and she had often wondered how she ended up married to Bradley Murphy. He had been charming for months, attentive, the perfect gentleman, and then as if possessed by another man's tyrannical spirit, Bradley turned into a monstrous goblin overnight once they were married. There was a sense of relief that he was dead, yet Evelyn was appalled by it, chastised herself verbally, prayed for her soul, for her husband's soul, and yet those thoughts lingered in her mind still, and perhaps a confession. She knew not how to relieve her guilt, and maybe, as her mother once told her, that men and women were not meant to married but live as neighbours and visit at night parting in the morning. Never had Evelyn understood that comment until she was married.<br><br>&nbsp;“I am sorry.” Evelyn suddenly said, remembering her place for a moment, and again too, dismissing it because of annoyance. &nbsp;“I will try and find work as soon as I can, and leave you be to your life. I had no business to contact you, and maybe I should have given the baby up for adoption.” She then struggled to open the car door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 15:09:31</strong>
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				Stepping forward, Jason gently opened the car door for Evelyn, holding it wide so she could get in the car.&nbsp; "No, it's nothing like that.." he began, obviously uncomfortable with speaking his mind like this.. but unable to stop himself once he started.&nbsp; "I know that I'm not supposed to just replace Bradley.. and I don't resent your coming here.&nbsp; At all."&nbsp; <br><br>He paused, and took a huge drag from his cigarette, then leaned his head back and blew the smoke straight up into the air.&nbsp; It made him look rather like a smokestack, and allowed him to also blow off some of the steam that had been building inside of him.&nbsp; He lowered his gaze, and for the first time, looked at his nephew.. and his voice grew a little softer, a little gentler.&nbsp; "When I moved out to go to school, my parents thought I was putting on airs, that I thought I was too good to farm."<br><br>He paused, and took another sharp, angry pull off of his smoke before flicking it angrily away from the car.&nbsp; As he spoke, the smoke trickled down from his nose and out of the corners of his mouth.&nbsp; "I wrote to them for years, trying to make good.&nbsp; When Mamma died.. I did came back for the funeral.&nbsp; They thought I was back for good.&nbsp; When they found out I wasn't staying.. Dad tried to thrash me.&nbsp; I defended myself, and fought back.&nbsp; I hurt him.. they say he was never the same.&nbsp; And he died about five months later.&nbsp; Another funeral, and I came home again.. Bradley actually beat me senseless, and told me that he didn't have a brother.&nbsp; We never spoke again.&nbsp; I didn't even know he was married until I got your letter.&nbsp; So your son.. my nephew.. he's the only blood I've got.&nbsp; But there's a world of pain mixed up in there, and I don't know anything about kids.. so forgive me, ma'am, but all this will take some getting used to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 20:16:31</strong>
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				Evelyn was gracious when Jason opened the door for her, and skilfully the young woman slid onto the front seat, smoothed her skirt, and all the while she kept her sleeping son close to her; his head rested against her left breast. She looked at Jason when he spoke to her, clarified his position while finishing his cigarette; his body language, while not cold, was rather prickly but from his tale, Bradley and he or rather that, Jason and his family had been at odds and it was a tender subject. As the door to the car was closed, Evelyn slipped her hand out the window to catch Jason's, and she gave his soft warm hand a squeeze. &nbsp;“Bradley, he was not always a kind man, and it is his misfortune that you and he did not make amends. Now, though, you put that in the past, and realize that my sweet William is innocent of the argument between you and his Papa, just as I am, and we will manage. Trust me, if your brother would have listened to me, you would have known of me and William, been there for our wedding and so much more, but,” Evie released his hand, and made a gesture in disgust when she recalled all of the arguments regarding this; a fool over something so trivial, but then again, Evelyn was educated, and would take his side. Bradley had struck her for it. &nbsp;“men are stubborn. Your brother was stubborn, and it did little for him.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The young woman turned her attention to the dashboard and noticed that it had not a spot of dust or lint on it, and it gleamed in the sunlight. &nbsp;“We will manage, Dr. Murphy.” She reassured him, and herself, and she leaned back against the seat to relax. It had been a long day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 20:49:07</strong>
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				The touch of his dead brother's wife's hand on his was like an electric shock to Jason.. his own fiancee was much more impersonal about simple things like the touch of a hand.&nbsp; Unless she wanted something sexual from him, that was.&nbsp; She was all about touch then.. more touch than Jason really wanted, with how cold the woman could be.&nbsp; He wanted more out of a woman than just a pretty face who was cold everywhere except bed.&nbsp; He wanted a woman he could actually talk to, a woman with emotions.. how was it that his brother had found one?<br><br>He returned her kind gesture with a squeeze of his hand.&nbsp; "Thank you, Evelyn.&nbsp; I appreciate that."&nbsp; he said with a smile, and then let her go, and stowed her trunk in his own.&nbsp; He slammed it down, and came around to the driver's door, and sat down into his seat.&nbsp; He started the car, and smiled over at his nephew.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, it's too late tonight to find a crib.." he said, looking at his watch with a grimace.&nbsp; "We will have to do that tomorrow.&nbsp; I'll tell you what.. we'll make do with what we have tonight, and tomorrow, I'll walk to work, and leave you the car and some money.&nbsp; You'll be able to pick up whatever you need, for both you and little William here.&nbsp; I have three rooms, and live alone, so you two are more than welcome to have your own room each, and whatever you need to furnish them.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 05:01:34</strong>
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				Evelyn crossed her legs forgetting that the slit to her skirt was on the left side, that which faced her brother-in-law. The garment slid along her leg, exposed more than a glimpse of the slender shape of the limb, of the natural hued stocking and the pristine white garter that hooked into the nylon. Nestling the boy closer to her bosom, and on seeing Jason steal a peep at him, she loosened the little white cap that covered his head. It tumbled to the car seat, and she smiled at the babe and then at Jason. &nbsp;“People from your town, they say he looks much like you boys did when you were wee,” Evelyn said, and studied the sideline features of Jason. &nbsp;“It always appalled me, hearing that, because the few photos I saw of Bradley as a babe, well, he had a very big head. I thank God that William does not for labour would have been more painful. Regardless of what people think, not all babes are cute.” She drew quiet for some time and instead of watching the scenery and the road, Evelyn watched Jason shift gears.<br><br>&nbsp;“Your offer about the car, it is very kind, Jason, but Bradley forbid me to learn how to drive.” She whispered and offered him another smile. It was a sensitive topic for Evelyn for even though she presented fine reasons for her to learn, Bradley would not listen. She tried to learn on her own, driving the car when he was not home, but when he found the car in the ditch, he took his razor strap to her regardless of his friends being present. She never asked again, and never did those friends look at her quite the same either. &nbsp;“I can walk. God gave me two wonderful legs, and I can use them. I am certain if I ordered what I needed, and paid for it, or put it on a tab or credit with your authority, you could pick it up after work. A crib, a mattress, a pram, and a high chair at the very least.” She looked at the window then, growing quiet, and wondering how she got to where she was in life. She brushed a stray tear away from her cheek, and sniffed once realizing that it was of no use to pout or wallow in self-pity. It would do no good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 14:11:24</strong>
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				Jason raised an eyebrow when Evelyn commented that Bradley had forbid her to learn to drive.&nbsp; Not that she didn't know how.. but that she'd been FORBIDDEN.&nbsp; Had Bradley become the same kind of tyrant that their father had been?&nbsp; He certainly hoped not.. next, she'd be telling him that his older brother had taken his belt to her when she misbehaved.<br><br>"You can go ahead and order what you need when I'm at work tomorrow, then I can pick it up on the.." he said, and looked over to her with a smile, and got instantly distracted by the length of her white leg.&nbsp; He blinked, and looked back at the road, realizing that he had completely lost track of what he was saying in the process.&nbsp; "Um.. wonderful legs to walk.. right.. Well, it's Wednesday.&nbsp; This weekend, I can teach you to drive, if you'd like.." he said lamely, his voice trailing off.<br><br>Clearing his throat, he turned off onto another tree-lined street, heading towards his house.&nbsp; It was quite different from the farmhouse that she had been living in, and he strangely hoped that she would like it.&nbsp; "So.. you and Bradley.&nbsp; Forgive me, but.. "&nbsp; he hemmed a bit, and leaned his arm on the door frame while tilting his hat back a little.&nbsp; He didn't realize it, but it was a gesture that he'd learned from his father, and one that Bradley had adopted as well.&nbsp; "You seem like a smart, refined woman.&nbsp; How did you and Bradley.. I mean, my brother, he wasn't the most.. "<br><br>He sighed, and started over.&nbsp; "If I'm not intruding, how did you and Bradley meet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 17:03:52</strong>
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				Evelyn laughed lightly; the soft noise drifted throughout the car, filled it with a velvety melodious tone that was richly intoxicating. &nbsp;“It is no secret, Dr. Murphy,” Evelyn said, and shifted somewhat to face him. Her skirt lightly creased, but the red and white material, flimsy and elegant, extraordinarily feminine fluttered over her leg, and the inside of her one knee could be seen and a shade of her inner leg, her delicate thigh. She smiled. &nbsp;“Should I address you as Dr. Murphy or Jason? I prefer Jason. The other is so formal.” Evelyn admitted and then continued with her tale of her and Bradley.<br><br>&nbsp;“My first teaching position, my only teaching position, was in your home town,” she began and fondly remembered her shock at seeing the state of the one room school house. She sighed. &nbsp;“The school was in need of repair, and since the Education Board was not giving enough funds, at the town meeting, I addressed my concerns of it being unsafe. If it was unsafe then the children would have to be shipped to another school or simply not educated. Many men volunteered to help with the repairs, and Bradley was one of them. He was charming back then, and even though he was not further schooled then others who I dated in Ottawa, well, sometimes that does not matter. His charm and his attentiveness won my fondness to date him, and after a year of courting we married.” Evelyn did not mention that the charm wore off shortly after they were married, and she Bradley at times, but too, she sometimes did not. Much depended on his mood, and his drinking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 20:03:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you call me Jason, and I call you Evelyn, then we're off to a good start, I think."&nbsp; he said, and turned to see her again.. he almost drove off the road when he realized that almost her entire left thigh was visible now, and some of the inner portion of her RIGHT thigh.&nbsp; By god, he'd be seeing her panties soon if the dress kept falling open, his mind gibbered absently!<br><br>"Bradley.. charming.." he said, tinging his disbelief with wry humor.&nbsp; "And here I thought I was adopted.&nbsp; The Bradley that I remember.. well, he was more of a quite loner, a mean drunk.&nbsp; I'm glad to hear that there was more to the man than met the eye.&nbsp; I'd feel awful lonely if I was the only thinker in the family.&nbsp; So.. a school teacher, eh?&nbsp; I'm quite sure that you'll be able to find work here when you are ready..&nbsp; and not in a one-room schoolhouse, either.&nbsp; But you're most welcome to stay with me until you get on your feet, of course.. as long as you want.&nbsp; It'll be nice to have some family, for once.. "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 00:19:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn laughed, lightly and airily, as she noted Jason's doubt of his brother being charming. A slight blush barely caressed her cheeks, but it was there as she remembered exactly how suave Bradley was in his days prior to their wedding. He had coaxed her into much, but then again, her spirit then was carefree: skinny dipping in Simpson's creek, letting him pet her or steal glimpses of her bare breasts, having a nap together underneath the sun after a picnic. It was all sensual and lovely, all romantic and teasing, and Evelyn shook her head in disbelief. She had behaved like a silly school girl who needed more than her knuckles wrapped by a ruler, all that in retrospect, but there had been good times with the bad: William was a blessing. <br><br>&nbsp;“You do not know how your brother was with a woman, but how he was alone, or with his friends or with relatives. Charming, oh yes, he was, Jason. Many many Sundays I went to confession because of that man, but after awhile, why go to confession and have your sins absolved when you are going to repeat them? What is the point of repenting if that is the case?” Her voice was velvety, and the words spoken were said rather demurely, timidly, and such words caused her cheeks to blossom into a deep rose colour. Her eyes focused on the maple trees neatly lined along the streets, there branches heavy with glossy light green leaves, and branches stretched over the road to shade it. &nbsp;“You must forgive me for being so forward, but it is those few memories of Bradley that I cherish.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She allowed time to slip by, curious to know if Jason was courting a young woman or not, curious to know if he could be equally as charming as his brother, but she dared not ask, and buried her peculiar thoughts. It was not her business, but she thought Jason to be a good looking man and more so than his brother. It was a refined sophistication that Jason had, and that Bradley lacked. Several more minutes passed.<br><br>&nbsp;“It may not be worth going back to work for me because I would need a caretaker for William, and my pay would only go towards that,” Evelyn said, changing the subject. &nbsp;“I may, however, be able to tutor students. What do you think?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 19:39:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that tutoring would be a fine idea.. lord knows that there are enough students that could use the help, if some of the kids that come through my practice are of any indication.. " he said as he pulled the Packard into the driveway of a stately two story home at a quiet end of the street.&nbsp; The house was a light slate gray, with a wrap around porch.&nbsp; The yard was full of maple trees, with the view of the house being obscured by massive amounts of trees all around the front and the side.<br><br>Putting on the parking brake, Jason turned the car off, and turned in his seat to face Evelyn.. noting not only the soft white skin of both of her legs, but the slight flush to her cheeks.&nbsp; He couldn't help but grin a little wolfishly at the sight.. his brother had certainly married one beautiful woman.&nbsp; "No, you're right.. I sure don't know what Bradley was like with a woman.. and I'm not sure I want to know, to be honest.&nbsp; The images that come to mind.. " he chuckled, shaking his head ruefully.&nbsp; "He certainly did know how to choose amazing women, it seems.."&nbsp; he murmured, and climbed out of the car.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking around the front, Jason opened Evie's door for her, then went around back to get her trunk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 16:52:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn took a moment to herself in the car, a moment in which she looked at the house and was reminded of home, not up north but that of old Montreal where the houses were built of limestone and mortar with black or dark slate grey roofs and black shutters that worked and would cover the sparkling glass windows from the worst of storms. Front flower beds were dotted with spring flowers, the lawn&nbsp; recently mowed, and shrubbery trimmed, and Evelyn could not help but to widen her smile. It was luxurious in comparison to the family farmhouse, and she did not have to fear stepping in mud or muck, or a large dog knocking her down because it was excited.<br><br>As she stepped out of the car, as her red shoes touched the ground, a baseball bounced passed her feet, hit the hubcap of car, and rolled towards Jason. She could not help then but to notice the children playing in the street; a family neighbourhood, and something that had been foreign to her for two years. There was only a sense of abandonment and loneliness at the farm. A smile curved her lips as she looked at the youngsters, boys no more than thirteen or fourteen years old playing catch down the road and making their younger sisters fetch the balls if they strayed too far. <br><br>A girl of eight years was approaching rather timidly as if forewarned that she should not be playing ball in the streets or that Dr. Murphy had a prickly temperament, but either way something made her shy. Evelyn closed the car door, and waved a finger at the girls, tisking her. &nbsp;“If the boys want their ball, you tell them that Dr. Murphy has a trunk to be carried inside his house. You go and you tell them.” Evelyn said, shooing the girl who eventually turned to run. Had it been Bradley's car, he would be more than angered to have a ball hit it, and in not knowing Jason, Evelyn tried to soothe any tempers before they flared. &nbsp;“Cheeky boys.” Evelyn said, turning to Jason, &nbsp;“and cowardly.” She added, and looked down the street not necessarily at the children, but to see the remaining neighbourhood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Familial Bonds (Airindel and Kalen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kalen</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 19:09:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With the raise of an eyebrow, Jason watched Evelyn deal with the child.&nbsp; She certainly had a way with them.. she was stern enough to get her point across, while still being kind enough for the girl to want to listen.&nbsp; She must have been a good teacher, and was undoubtedly a good mother.&nbsp; "Funny, I was just going to throw the ball back to them.. but this works just as well, if not better.." he said with a wry grin, moving away from the trunk to stand by her side.&nbsp; <br><br>As the boys approached, he pointed to the trunk on the ground behind the car.&nbsp; "Gentlemen.. inside that trunk are the worldly belongings of my nephew and my sister-in-law.. if you move that into the house and up to the second floor without breaking anything, there's a dime in it.. for EACH of you."&nbsp; As the boys snapped to and carefully lifted the trunk, he turned to the little girl, and knelt by her side.&nbsp; Digging through his pocket, he handed her a shiny quarter.&nbsp; "And here's something for you, little lady.."&nbsp; he whispered as the boys were distracted.&nbsp; "For always having to go get the ball where they won't.. "<br><br>Standing, he ruffled her hair, and waved his motley crew forward towards the front door.&nbsp; "So, Evelyn.. would you like the grand tour, or the two-bit version?"&nbsp; he said, smiling at her.&nbsp; He still couldn't get over this incredible woman, and was dying to hear more about how his brother.. his oafish, stubborn jackass of a brother.. had managed to woo and win her.
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