Ulrich Chevalier Hits The Scene

Ulrich arrived by plane carrying his briefcase which he intended to leave at his mothers house whilst he traveled the Australian continent. He had minimized his belongings from eight boxes to two, and was preparing to halve that. He had plans, a girlfriend and a bucket load of guilt, will travel. He was tall and lean, like a whippet, and refused to eat much. He liked acting and tennis and reading fantasy novels that took him out of the real, hard, difficult world. Larry thought he looked like his father, but Ulrich was taller and leaner with more artistic looking hands. His attitude and demeanor was cynical, and slightly superior. He moved through life in a glum and dark fashion, wanting to believe that he could do the things that he did that went against his conscience. He was witty and funny when around the people who knew and loved him, and nervous and clumsy when around those that judged him and criticized him. He was a very loving person who was desperate for the love of a good woman, as many men are. He seemed to attract spoiled girls from well off families who were able to devote their times to the arts and music, and the ability to think well of themselves, thanks to the hard work of their mothers and fathers who had stayed together for the sake of the children. In these last days that were critical and hard to deal with, that was no mean feat.

Julian Fairfax Mayhem had given birth to Ulrich in small and mean circumstances. She had been determined to give birth at the small and mean hovel that they lived in, in the small and mean country town. But there were difficulties. The difficulties had been with the birth of the twins pre Ulrich, and that had decided Julian to leave it all to the last minute, but to go to the country town hospital. The pains came thick and fast until finally, as she gasped and panted and discovered the neighboorhood kids looking round the bedroom door, she felt it was time. She wore Caro's over-sized purple t-shirt, and squatted on a towel as soon as she was shown her bed. The nurse had been slow and casual up to this point, but realised that entry into this world was imminent. Julian was ushered ignominiously into the tiled room with not much in it of comfort.

Ulrich was born with a broken collar bone not much later. He was a contented baby, whose bones knitted quickly, and was much loved by the family. His mum took pics of his neck as he was bathed in the small, green, plastic basin, lovingly. His start was good.