Choices
Rian has a recently drug addicted Nephew.
After several quiet family interventions over the summer, even so he was kicked out of college after just beginning his freshmen year. For the last few months he has been under Parental lock and key, attending various 12 step meetings, pissing into regulatory cups and working at the family culvert company.
So. One week and one half ago his parents left town, headed East to Boston, where they are helping their eldest boy prepare for his wedding. The wedding is - ye gods of little fishes - this next weekend. Young Black Sheep was left at home until Thursday when he will fly 'cross country with Rian.
His parents chose to trust him again.
Early this morning, as Rian rambled past the Duck Pond on the way to breakfast, the ducks suddenly lifted in fright, disturbed by the antics of a rushing hound. The hound Rian recognized. And also his dripping, panting, elderly mutt companion.
The two dogs belong to Young Black Sheep's mother. They are her beloved babies, and are not allowed off the property, although in their younger years they were Masters of Escape.
Rian, being pure of heart and free of time constraints, coralled the two dogs and led them up the hill to Home.
Outside the brick house a clutch of neighbors waited in the dawn. They had seen the dogs escape. They had also called the police.
"There was a party in that house last night," Mr. Neighbor complained as he helped Rian lock the dogs in the back yard. "A loud party. And when I opened the back door this morning to see if anyone was home, because, you know, of the dogs, there are strange kids sleeping all over the floor."
"So you called the police?" Rian resisted the urge to peer through kitchen windows.
"I thought they'd broken into the place," Mr. Neighbor pulled his mustache. "Had no idea Young Black Sheep was home. I suppose kids are allowed one or two wild parties."
Unless, of course, they are recovering addicts. One supposes.
"You'd better go in and wake him up. Before the police get here."
"Wonderful." Rian smiled whitely at the world and stepped through the back door.
There were, indeed, a multitude of postrate forms spread over the living room. On couches, floor, and beneath the table covered with party remnants. Rian stepped over the snoring mob.
Young Black Sheep was not in his room, although a friend and his lover were. Rian woke them up because Rian was annoyed. And also the children in the hall. And the fellow in the bathroom.
Young Black Sheep snored in his mother's bed, along with a naked blonde.
He was polite enough, yes? Ready to water the dogs and begin pre-cop cleanup.
But now Rian has choices to make.
And Rian dislikes choices.
After several quiet family interventions over the summer, even so he was kicked out of college after just beginning his freshmen year. For the last few months he has been under Parental lock and key, attending various 12 step meetings, pissing into regulatory cups and working at the family culvert company.
So. One week and one half ago his parents left town, headed East to Boston, where they are helping their eldest boy prepare for his wedding. The wedding is - ye gods of little fishes - this next weekend. Young Black Sheep was left at home until Thursday when he will fly 'cross country with Rian.
His parents chose to trust him again.
Early this morning, as Rian rambled past the Duck Pond on the way to breakfast, the ducks suddenly lifted in fright, disturbed by the antics of a rushing hound. The hound Rian recognized. And also his dripping, panting, elderly mutt companion.
The two dogs belong to Young Black Sheep's mother. They are her beloved babies, and are not allowed off the property, although in their younger years they were Masters of Escape.
Rian, being pure of heart and free of time constraints, coralled the two dogs and led them up the hill to Home.
Outside the brick house a clutch of neighbors waited in the dawn. They had seen the dogs escape. They had also called the police.
"There was a party in that house last night," Mr. Neighbor complained as he helped Rian lock the dogs in the back yard. "A loud party. And when I opened the back door this morning to see if anyone was home, because, you know, of the dogs, there are strange kids sleeping all over the floor."
"So you called the police?" Rian resisted the urge to peer through kitchen windows.
"I thought they'd broken into the place," Mr. Neighbor pulled his mustache. "Had no idea Young Black Sheep was home. I suppose kids are allowed one or two wild parties."
Unless, of course, they are recovering addicts. One supposes.
"You'd better go in and wake him up. Before the police get here."
"Wonderful." Rian smiled whitely at the world and stepped through the back door.
There were, indeed, a multitude of postrate forms spread over the living room. On couches, floor, and beneath the table covered with party remnants. Rian stepped over the snoring mob.
Young Black Sheep was not in his room, although a friend and his lover were. Rian woke them up because Rian was annoyed. And also the children in the hall. And the fellow in the bathroom.
Young Black Sheep snored in his mother's bed, along with a naked blonde.
He was polite enough, yes? Ready to water the dogs and begin pre-cop cleanup.
But now Rian has choices to make.
And Rian dislikes choices.
posted by La Tulipe | 3:32 PM
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