"Don't Write About Me", demands Titania. "Don't Talk About Me".
Oscar Wilde once said, many moons ago, that not being talked about was worse than being talked about. Titania Bottomley knew this in her heart. This girl was intrinsic, if nothing else.
Kansas was in the state penitentiary. He had been appealing his sentence for 14 years, and had been on death row for 12 of those years. He lived in a small space with one wall of bars, so that the prison officers could check that he hadn't taken his own life. His food was below par and his life had little movement. He was allowed to read and watch tv. His toilet was public, as was his life. He had learnt to deal with it.
He was there because of his love of money. He was going to be the richest, have the most property, drink the finest wines, eat the finest foods and be the best. His mother had helped him to have those values. He had kept his head in and worked liked you wouldn't believe. One of the hardest workers that ever existed in the city of Sydney. In the restaurant trade.
He had been out with a mother's friend's daughter one particular evening and, after taking her to one of the most expensive, amazing restaurant's in the city centre, had taken her to one of the most expensive, amazing nightclubs. They had had an interesting and wonderful evening. It was on the way to the bar that he had met a woman, who, on seeing him had said, "What are you doing here, you're a baby!"
He had taken her phone number and rang her. She was happy to go out with him, and the story was set.
His grandmother had has a couple of strokes and had been moved to the central coast where her only surviving son lived, so that he could be there for her. A routine was established, wherein she came to the meeting on Sundays, the book study on Thursday evenings, and home on Fridays. There were visits at the nursing home, lunches and dinners. Life was not exactly rosy, but everyone coped the best that they could. Kansas came to visit, and brought his girl. He didn't introduce her straight away, but talked about how she had driven up with him, and was staying at the resort because she had to work. He would like to bring her to dinner, but she was older than him. Was that alright? He was 22 and she had said, at the time, that she was 30. Kansas' father was relieved. "Of course she can join us for dinner. Lovely. I'll book."
The matriarch of the family cried because she hadn't been invited, and was feeling the distresses of her infirmities. She felt that she was being left out. Kansas never knew about that, as he was concerned with his own problems.
Dinner went well. Kansas had specifically asked that Julian and his dad please not pray before the meal to Jehovah, as he was embarrassed that they believed in God and that God had a specific name, and they respected his request. However, during the evening, his girl asked what is was that Julian did. At the time, Julian was pioneering, which meant that she witnessed about Jehovah for up to 70 hours a month. She knocked on doors and met people and asked them about their spiritual interest. The bible, of course, had the answers to the spiritual questions. Krista leant forwards and showed her hand. "I'm also a bride of Christ", she was over the moon to share. It went down like a lead balloon, of course. The truth from the bible was not for everyone. Kansas had said, as a small boy, that he had been a goat but had now recognised the difference and was now going to be a sheep. He had also pointed out to Julian that 'how would she like it if her life was posted on the internet for everyone to see'. Julian had replied that she would love it. Show up the bossiness, domineering qualities, strong personality and the rest of the yucky stuff that made up personalities. She had pointed out that the bible said, in James, that it was like looking into a mirror, and some stuff was ugly, and that she knew that and was working on the ugliness, and not doing a particularly good job, but that wouldn't stop her working on it. Kansas didn't comment.
He was sour. He rang his dad and his dad spoke briefly to him about the day to day stuff in life. His dad was trying to be normal and talk about what was going down. Kansas wasn't particularly interested, but listened, and then got down to brass tacks. "Is Julian there?", he asked, "Yes", said his dad. "Can I talk to her". This was the first time in 14 years that Kansas had ever asked to speak to Julian. He had never shown any interest in her life or who she was before, and so, Julian was, understandably, suspicious. "Don't write about me, Julian", he said. "Pardon?", said Julian. "It isn't polite", he said. "You should have asked me first. And if you're serious about reconciliation with Titania, this isn't going to help. She'll go off if she sees it". "Pardon?", said Julian, politely. "So, ok, can I write about this phone call, please?" Kansas didn't reply. Julian took that as a no. Julian politely pointed out that Titania had been speaking untruth to him for years and Julian had never asked that Kansas not listen to it. It seemed that there was a huge difference in the written word and the spoken word.
Who was it that said the pen is mightier than the sword?
Titania, meanwhile, had never wanted to know Julian. Julian had met the father of Titania's son and had begun to live with him within a two year period. Titania didn't like that, but Titania had been living with the father of Kansas when a cousin had come to stay. This particular cousin was handsome and charismatic and Titania fell into his lap reasonably quickly. She was devious and sly, and had managed to hide the affair from Kansas' dad for quite some time. Ian had even driven them to a change over car park in Woolgoolga, and had helped them to put bags and luggage from one car into another car, and watched them drive away to Queensland together.
"What amazing and wonderful trust and love", he thought. How many people could send their girlfriends away with their cousin's and know that everything was hunky dory? Not many.
He was in for a Shock.
& it was Kansas who felt that he had to tell his dad that everything was Not Alright.
"They sleep together, dad", he said.
"I know, son, it's ok", said his dad, wanting to put him out of his misery, but not really able to do it.
The plot thickens, and Titania throws the blame. Kansas doesn't cope and wants it all to stop, but it's all Too Late Now.
Lady Grace passes away, Cuz falls off the railway line drunk and disorderly and breaks a leg, Titania Turns Nasty and A Star Is Born.
watch this space ***
Kansas was in the state penitentiary. He had been appealing his sentence for 14 years, and had been on death row for 12 of those years. He lived in a small space with one wall of bars, so that the prison officers could check that he hadn't taken his own life. His food was below par and his life had little movement. He was allowed to read and watch tv. His toilet was public, as was his life. He had learnt to deal with it.
He was there because of his love of money. He was going to be the richest, have the most property, drink the finest wines, eat the finest foods and be the best. His mother had helped him to have those values. He had kept his head in and worked liked you wouldn't believe. One of the hardest workers that ever existed in the city of Sydney. In the restaurant trade.
He had been out with a mother's friend's daughter one particular evening and, after taking her to one of the most expensive, amazing restaurant's in the city centre, had taken her to one of the most expensive, amazing nightclubs. They had had an interesting and wonderful evening. It was on the way to the bar that he had met a woman, who, on seeing him had said, "What are you doing here, you're a baby!"
He had taken her phone number and rang her. She was happy to go out with him, and the story was set.
His grandmother had has a couple of strokes and had been moved to the central coast where her only surviving son lived, so that he could be there for her. A routine was established, wherein she came to the meeting on Sundays, the book study on Thursday evenings, and home on Fridays. There were visits at the nursing home, lunches and dinners. Life was not exactly rosy, but everyone coped the best that they could. Kansas came to visit, and brought his girl. He didn't introduce her straight away, but talked about how she had driven up with him, and was staying at the resort because she had to work. He would like to bring her to dinner, but she was older than him. Was that alright? He was 22 and she had said, at the time, that she was 30. Kansas' father was relieved. "Of course she can join us for dinner. Lovely. I'll book."
The matriarch of the family cried because she hadn't been invited, and was feeling the distresses of her infirmities. She felt that she was being left out. Kansas never knew about that, as he was concerned with his own problems.
Dinner went well. Kansas had specifically asked that Julian and his dad please not pray before the meal to Jehovah, as he was embarrassed that they believed in God and that God had a specific name, and they respected his request. However, during the evening, his girl asked what is was that Julian did. At the time, Julian was pioneering, which meant that she witnessed about Jehovah for up to 70 hours a month. She knocked on doors and met people and asked them about their spiritual interest. The bible, of course, had the answers to the spiritual questions. Krista leant forwards and showed her hand. "I'm also a bride of Christ", she was over the moon to share. It went down like a lead balloon, of course. The truth from the bible was not for everyone. Kansas had said, as a small boy, that he had been a goat but had now recognised the difference and was now going to be a sheep. He had also pointed out to Julian that 'how would she like it if her life was posted on the internet for everyone to see'. Julian had replied that she would love it. Show up the bossiness, domineering qualities, strong personality and the rest of the yucky stuff that made up personalities. She had pointed out that the bible said, in James, that it was like looking into a mirror, and some stuff was ugly, and that she knew that and was working on the ugliness, and not doing a particularly good job, but that wouldn't stop her working on it. Kansas didn't comment.
He was sour. He rang his dad and his dad spoke briefly to him about the day to day stuff in life. His dad was trying to be normal and talk about what was going down. Kansas wasn't particularly interested, but listened, and then got down to brass tacks. "Is Julian there?", he asked, "Yes", said his dad. "Can I talk to her". This was the first time in 14 years that Kansas had ever asked to speak to Julian. He had never shown any interest in her life or who she was before, and so, Julian was, understandably, suspicious. "Don't write about me, Julian", he said. "Pardon?", said Julian. "It isn't polite", he said. "You should have asked me first. And if you're serious about reconciliation with Titania, this isn't going to help. She'll go off if she sees it". "Pardon?", said Julian, politely. "So, ok, can I write about this phone call, please?" Kansas didn't reply. Julian took that as a no. Julian politely pointed out that Titania had been speaking untruth to him for years and Julian had never asked that Kansas not listen to it. It seemed that there was a huge difference in the written word and the spoken word.
Who was it that said the pen is mightier than the sword?
Titania, meanwhile, had never wanted to know Julian. Julian had met the father of Titania's son and had begun to live with him within a two year period. Titania didn't like that, but Titania had been living with the father of Kansas when a cousin had come to stay. This particular cousin was handsome and charismatic and Titania fell into his lap reasonably quickly. She was devious and sly, and had managed to hide the affair from Kansas' dad for quite some time. Ian had even driven them to a change over car park in Woolgoolga, and had helped them to put bags and luggage from one car into another car, and watched them drive away to Queensland together.
"What amazing and wonderful trust and love", he thought. How many people could send their girlfriends away with their cousin's and know that everything was hunky dory? Not many.
He was in for a Shock.
& it was Kansas who felt that he had to tell his dad that everything was Not Alright.
"They sleep together, dad", he said.
"I know, son, it's ok", said his dad, wanting to put him out of his misery, but not really able to do it.
The plot thickens, and Titania throws the blame. Kansas doesn't cope and wants it all to stop, but it's all Too Late Now.
Lady Grace passes away, Cuz falls off the railway line drunk and disorderly and breaks a leg, Titania Turns Nasty and A Star Is Born.
watch this space ***
posted by denene at 10:02 AM
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Oh dear, you're doing it again Julian. There's going to be trouble for sure.
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