Settling In.
The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps
Book #2
DAVID ALEXIAN
Copyright © 2016 David Alexian
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This book is dedicated to my darling wife for her patience and to Gordon E. G. Alexander; man who provided much, when there was little.
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Table of Contents
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 1
Early next morning, on the distant hill overlooking Kiskadee village, the sound of a rooster was heard signaling the start to another day. Merry turned away from the edge of the bed, using her hands to block a ray of sunlight coming in through a crack in the wooden wall. Her heart skipped for a moment, behind her was a hiss. Then warm air flowed down her back.
She smiles. “Hey!” She knew that scent.
She massaged the back of her neck, and then pushed against the warm body.
“Toney, when did you get in, I am sorry but I must have fallen asleep. Did you find the dogs?” Merry muttered.
“They are fine; they may have wondered and gotten lost. But I got them back. They were found a bit north east from here.” Toney responded, and then continued. “Actually, I returned home about three o’ clock this morning, and found you sitting at the table with your head in your hands fast asleep.”
“I am sorry, dear.”
“You had a long day Merry.”
As Toney hugged his wife in bed, Jason came into the room.
“What’s for breakfast, mom?” Jason bellowed, his forehead frowned
“Good morning Jason!” Toney yelled, thumping at the wall behind him.
“No, Toney. He is our son and he is hungry. Jason, tell your father that you’re sorry!”
Toney placed both palms of his hands over his face and breath gently into them.
“I am sorry man, I mean dad.” Jason mumbled.
Toney waved his right hand to him, as if to say, you should leave the room now.
That morning, Merry made the family breakfast of eggs, cassava bake and cocoa tea. After breakfast, Merry took the dishes away from the table and started sweeping the kitchen floor. Jason returned to his bedroom. Toney on the other hand, went to the corner of the kitchen for a pair of booths and headed into the yard.
From outside, Toney called out. “Merry, I am going to take care of the dogs before heading out to look for work today.”
“That’s wonderful. I’ll finish doing some unpacking in here.” She smiled a bit from the corner of her lips.
“I’ll see if I can get you some more rods for the curtains, while I am out today. And I will take Jason with me, perhaps he might find some type of work he likes.”
The house was about five feet from the ground, on poles. On one of the poles, Toney had the dogs tied with about seven feet of rope. In that way, the dogs could freely move around, back on Dow Island, they were not accustom being shackled. Also, as the rains came last night, it was easy for Vic and Blacks to seek sufficient shelter.
Toney untied the two dogs Vic and Blacks and went to the other side of the house, near to Jason’s room. He could hear his son ruffling through some bags and assumed that he too was unpacking. He looked at the track leading from his home and into the distance, where is disappeared.
“Vic, what did you get Blacks into?” Toney whispered softly, cleaning mud splatter on Blacks fur.
When he was through, he turned his attention to Vic. He noticed Vic, who had walked around him by then, with something red on one of Vic’s front legs.
“Did you hurt yourself boy?” Toney asked as if seeking to have an answer from Vic.
He held the dog’s leg and examined it closely, “No, okay, it’s not yours!”
Toney stood up, and then placed both his hands on his hip. He looked at the dog; there was something else he observed. There was a smell from Vic’s fur, one that was not common to Toney.
“Okay, you know what, let’s get you cleaned up.” Toney washed the blood of the dog’s foot and returned them to one of the poles under the house.
He then went to a barrel with water to the back of the house, and using a small bucket, dipped and poured on each of his hands. He returned the small bucket to the barrel of water. From his pocket, he retrieved a piece of cloth which he used to vigorously dry his hands. Toney became accustom to using the sides of his pants to wipe his hands, soiling the area close to his pockets. After receiving a stern warning from Merry, he had made good use of the cloth given to him. Material she had thorn form ragged curtains.
Toney called out to Jason to join him outside, so that they could both head into the central part of the village to seek out work.
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