“So you see, Henry,” Reverend Bob spoke with compassion as they hit the door to history, “that is how it went down. I am so sorry.”
Henry’s head swayed. “I can’t believe this.”
“Sorry.” Reverend Bob opened the history door. “This should be your final proof.”
Trish looked up from her book with a wide smile as Frank, Henry, and Reverend Bob walked into her domain. “Afternoon. What brings you to history?”
Reverend Bob approached the desk. “We need to show Henry the list of marriages filed here.”
Trish pulled the purple appointment book front of her. She opened it. “You don’t have an appointment. Would you like to make one?”
All three of them looked at each other.
Trish flipped another page. “You know the new rules. You can’t view history without an appointment.”
Reverend Bob tried to reason. “Trish dear, it’ll only take a second. Henry needs to see.”
“Please Trish?” Henry asked.
Trish looked like she thought about it then quickly shook her head. “I’m sorry. I need to prepare and if I break the rules for you, everyone who wants to review history will think they don’t have to have an appointment. I’ll have mass confusion in here.”
Frank threw his hands up. “Who the fuck ever wants to view history?”
Trish gasped, “I’ll have you know, lots of people find it interesting reading especially the event files.”
“Well, we have an appointment,” Frank said.
“Where?” Trish asked.
“Right there.” Frank pointed and shut her book. “So there.”
“Hey!” She reopened it. “I’ll make an appointment if you like.”
“Then make it for now,” Frank tried not to argue.
“How about . . .” Trish picked up her pen, “tomorrow at two?”
“How about now?” Frank insisted then he leaned into Reverend Bob and Henry. “We’re going in.” Frank cleared his throat and motioned his head to behind Trish. “Hey, Trish. You uh . . . got a fax.”
“I do?” She turned her head and quickly turned back when she saw them rushing the back room door. “Stop!” She stood up. “I’ll call security.”
Frank stepped to her. “I am security!”
“Then you know rules are rules.” She waved her finger at him. “Why do you want to see the marriages Henry? Just ask Dean. I showed him the whole list this morning.”
Henry slid in a stop and turned around as she sat calmly back behind her desk. “You showed Dean?”
“Yeah,” Frank pointed, “why’s that? Did he have an appointment?”
Henry stopped Frank from saying anymore. “Trish, did you know Ellen and I aren’t really married?”
“Oh sure, Henry,” Trish said. “The paper work was never filed with me. Reverend Bob always does that timely. He’s so good about it.” She giggled.
“But Trish,” Henry continued, “you heard me and Ellen call each other husband and wife for how long? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
“Well I thought that’s what you called each other. You seem dedicated and . . . you live together.” She shrugged. “Lots of people did that in the old world.”
“So you told this to Dean?”
“Yes,” Trish answered.
Henry faced Reverend Bob. “Dean told you this?” He saw Reverend Bob nod. “And you told Joe then Frank overheard. Dean started this all?” He turned back to Trish again. “All because you opened your mouth to Dean. Aw man, Trish. Dean?” Henry stomped and whined. “Dean?” He stepped back. “I can’t believe you told him first instead of me.” He saw she really didn’t pay attention to him. “You know what Trish? You . . . you . . . you suck!”
“Hey!” Trish immediately stood up when Henry stormed out. “I’m telling Joe!”
Frank watched as Reverend Bob, looking so guilty as he followed Henry out. Trying not to laugh and looking understanding, Frank laid his hand on Trish’s shoulder, guiding her totally upset being back into the chair. “You know what Trish? You don’t suck. In fact, you’re one of my favorite people in Beginnings today.”
“Thanks, Frank.” Trish still looked sad.
“Keep up the good work.” He moved to the door. “You did the right thing. This needed to come out. Don’t let Henry make you feel bad.” He opened the door. “I appreciate what you did.” Walking out, Frank clenched his fist with a ‘Yes!’ and trudged off to find Henry and Reverend Bob.
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It was late, as expected, when Ellen and Dean left quarantine. They walked slowly to the row of houses where they both lived. Their pace was not as fast as when they first dropped off the Jeep at the garage.
Ellen stopped walking a house before her own. “He’s still awake.”
“Henry’s an insomniac. What did you think?”
“Should I tell him tonight, Dean?”
“As soon as possible. El.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “This isn’t really that big a deal. So you aren’t married, so what.”
“I guess you’re right. Hey,” she smiled. “At least I have this to cheer him up if he gets upset.” She held up a disk case. “The program to those SUTs.”
“Let’s hope that Henry doesn’t get pissed since he has been working on that for eight months.”
“He’ll be relieved.” Ellen moved toward her steps. “Goodnight, Dean. Thanks for today.”
“Night El.” Slowly he learned forward and kissed her softly, “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” She stepped up one step. “Dean?”
“Yes.” He turned to face her.
“Are you happy that Henry and I aren’t really married?”
“Yes and no. No, because if Frank finds out he’s gonna screw up everything we have going. And yes, I love you El. I don’t want you married to anyone else.”
“Not even Henry?”
“Not even Henry.”
Ellen reached for the door. “What about Frank?”
“Night, El.” Dean smiled and kept walking.
Something told Ellen when she stepped into her home that it wasn’t going to go as planned. That something was Frank who stood up from the couch the second she walked in the door. “What’s going on?” She asked.
Henry slowly stood also. “Hey, El.” He walked to her. “How was quarantine?”
“Boring. How come no one came to visit me up there?” She asked. “Did you forget about me?”
“No.” Henry shook his head and led her to the couch. “El, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Ellen sat down. “Did someone die?”
“No.” Henry sat next to her. “El, remember how we got married on April Fool’s Day?”
“Henry.” Ellen tried to stop him to tell him she knew, but Henry kept talking.
“Well, we were fooled El. Reverend Bob never really married us. It was a joke. We aren’t married.”
Ellen gasped dramatically loud. “Oh no!”
“Yes.” Henry lowered his head.
“Oh no.”
Frank rolled his eyes at her reaction. “Enough.” He walked around the couch. “She knows Henry. This surprise thing is an act.”
Henry lifted his head. “You knew?”
“Yes, Henry. Dean told me.”
“Dean?” Henry sprang up. “Dean has a big mouth. He’s gone and told everyone in this community, I swear.” Henry stated to pace.
“Henry, calm down.” Ellen tried not to laugh. “It’s all right.”
“No it’s not all right, El. It sucks. It really sucks and to top it all off, Joe yelled at me.” Henry nodded once. “He yelled at me for yelling at Trish for opening her mouth.”
“Henry.” Ellen grabbed his arm to stop his circle walk. “It’s O.K. If you think about it, it’s really kind of funny.”
“Funny?!” Henry’s voice rose. “It’s not funny, El! I thought I was married to you. I’m not. There’s not one single thing funny about it.. Nothing.” With a turn o
f his heels, Henry stormed up the stairs, leaving the essence of his anger behind.
Frank whistled. “I think I’m out of here.”
“What did you do Frank?” Ellen asked him. “Torment him all day?”
“Who me?” Frank laid his hand on his chest. “El, I’m crushed. I’ve been very supportive of his moods.”
“You supportive?”
“Yeah. I’ve been a fuckin godsend. But . . .” Frank backed up to the door. “I’m tired of his menstrual moods so I’ll let you deal with him now.”
“Frank.” Ellen walked to him. “We found something out today.”
“What’s that?”
“Robbie and his men have one of the two strains from the future and while checking, we realized there was a third. Only one person in the future, oddly enough, had that isolated strain of the virus. One person.”
“Who was that?”
“Get this.” Ellen folded her arms. “Jenny Matoose.”
“I’m not real good with viruses and such, but that can’t happen, can it? One person have something different.”
“Nope.” Ellen shook her head.
“Well then, could someone have given it to her?” Frank asked.
“We think.”
Frank’s eyes widened in thought and then shifted to the steps when Henry appeared. “We’ll talk tomorrow El. Thanks for letting me know that.” He slid his hand across her face then he reached for the doorknob. “Let me know what else you come up with. Night, Henry.”
Ellen didn’t even know he was there. She turned around quickly after Frank left. “Henry?”
“I stormed up the steps, El. It was your clue to follow me.” He walked by her and sat on the couch.
“Henry.” Ellen joined him. “Please don’t be upset about this. We’re not married. So what?”
“But what if it’s a sign, El? Maybe we ended up not being married because we weren’t supposed to get married.”
“True.” Ellen thought about it. “Or . . . maybe we ended up not being married because we’re not supposed to be married now.”
“Whatever the reason, it sucks.” Henry tossed his hand outward. “I took our vows very seriously.”
Ellen went silent. “Henry, we didn’t take any vows.”
“We didn’t?” Henry gave an odd look. “I thought we did. You’re right.” He snapped his finger. “So then we should get married and you know what, El? Let’s get married for real. I mean instead of in Reverend Bob’s living room.”
“Henry, listen …”
“We should have known right there when he waived those stupid marriage classes. When do you want to do this?”
“Henry …”
“You want to wait until the Robbie crisis is over, don’t you?” He stared at her. “You … you don’t want to get married again for real?”
Ellen lowered her head. “It was a spontaneous decision to get married in the first place, a way for me to help Dean without Frank getting in the way. But, Henry, Dean doesn’t want Frank to know that and now Frank is in the way so the whole point of it is moot anyhow.”
“I thought you wanted to marry me.”
“Henry … I love you as my friend. We did this to help Dean. It wasn’t for real.” She stepped to him. “You know this right?”
“We have a child, El.”
“We didn’t know that when we made the choice to sneak off. It’s a sign, Henry. It wasn’t going to be a marriage forever.”
Henry drew silent. His jaw twitched back and forth.
“You’re upset.”
“No, I just … yes. I don’t know why. It’s me. I have a headache. I’m going to bed.” He turned and walked to the stairs.
“Henry …”
Henry said no more. He just ascended the stairs.
Ellen, like before, stayed in the living room. She didn’t follow Henry up the stairs. She just let him be.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
JULY 10
Why he didn’t see it his first pass through to the kitchen, Henry didn’t know. Maybe it was because the house was so dark and his focus was on making a cup of coffee. But he saw it as he walked from the kitchen. The steam from the coffee nearly burnt his nostrils as he paused to see it on the dining room table.
Wrapped in a cloth, its five inch by five inch size sat there staring at him. Henry’s name was placed on a piece of paper in front of it. For as badly as he wanted to unwrap it, Henry unfolded the note with his name on. ‘From Ellen’, it read, ‘Henry, you were pretty down last night. I thought you’d like to start this day off better.’ When did Ellen place the gift there? Was it there all night? Ellen must have seriously napped in quarantine if she stayed up past him.
His heart told him what it was, but Henry couldn’t wait to see it. And there it was, the Cyborg-genic Lobel Programming written on the front of the plastic case. Flipping it open to see the round disk for himself--not that staring at the shiny object would tell him anything--another note fell out. A small one, merely saying ‘Hank, I think this is it. Robbie.’
Henry stared at that disk for the longest time, his mind wandering to how long it would take him to learn the program and what all it entailed. Would the program work with the way Henry hooked up the microchip? All of the answers to those questions and any he ever had on what exactly they could program the SUT to do lay in the palm of his hand. But unfortunately, those answers would have to wait. He had a full schedule in Mechanics. Henry knew if he sat at that computer and played with that program, no one would find him.
After he took a long drink of his hot coffee, Henry flipped over the note Ellen gave him, grabbed a pen, and wrote ‘thank you’ on the blank side. He shut the cover to the disk, picked up Robbie’s little note, and placed them both in his utility bag. Carrying that bag, his tool bag, and his coffee, Henry left his house that morning, as usual, before the rising sun. Like Ellen had hoped, he did have a better start to this day.
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The moans, possibly cries of pain woke Robbie from the sleep that was long overdue. How long did he sleep? One hour? Two? Not much because, like the long night that rested behind him, the day was starting out the same. The sounds of the day surrounded him, drowned out by the cries of those who suffered at the hands of an illness Robbie was at a loss to ease.
Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and let the fogginess clear from his mind. He thought of his new routine, wiping down of the fevered, administering of pain reliever, along with the compassion and patience he felt himself losing. Everything he did was another painful step in a battle he wasn’t ready to face. As Robbie moved to his men, he saw yet another stumbling block that took him back. Though he expected it, like the virus, he wasn’t ready for it. It became even more of a scary sight as Robbie stood in the just breaking day. He stood now the only healthy remaining man. Greg and the original two exposed had slipped from their remission back to the plague they had thought they beat. At that moment Robbie realized what remission really meant. Though it gave Greg and the two men time to rest and rebuild their strength, it also gave the virus time to do that as well. The virus was proving to be the strongest of them all, because it shook Greg’s body, and now was ravaging it far more violently than it had done in the first round of the fight.
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“You know, Henry, I think this is actually a good idea.” Frank walked quickly down the row of houses. “Don’t you?”
“Most definitely. I had my doubts when we first talked about it.”
“Me too.” Frank toted a duffel bag and adjusted it. “But I think this is for the best.”
“It is Frank and I’m glad Ellen is going to be staying with you and the kids, especially Nick’s first week home.”
“How did she seem to you about it?”
“Fine. We talked about it before, you know, we found out about the marriage. So … it was the plan.” Henry told him. “But you know when Nick is with me, you are more than welcome to be over.”
“And vice versa.”
“Thanks Frank.”
“No, Henry.” Frank stopped walking. “Thank you.” Frank took on a serious look. “You could have put up a fuss about her moving in for a little bit, but you didn’t. Thanks for letting her.”
“It’s not that I’m letting her, Frank. I don’t really have a choice, if you think about it. Especially now.”
“I’m sorry about that. You seem really down.”
“Nah, I’m fine. It’s all good.”
Frank reached for his front door, and walked in. “El, is he sleeping?”
Ellen quickly looked back from the couch. “I don’t know.” She looked over at the small cradle a few feet from her. “Out.”
“El.” Frank laid the duffel bag down. “Aren’t you holding him?”
“No, Frank. Look at all this work. I’m recalculating formulas and going over future history files. He’s sleeping. Why would I hold him?” She turned her head to see Henry move toward her, stepping over the duffel bag center living room. “Hi, Henry. Is that my bag?”
“Yep.” Henry walked to her and then went to the cradle with Frank. “What’s he doing Frank?”
“Sleeping again.” Frank looked back at Ellen. “When did he eat last?”
Ellen let out an annoyance breath. “About ten minutes after your last visit an hour ago. Why are you guys back?”
Frank held his hand out. “To bring you your clothes and see Nick because he’s not in the clinic anymore.” Frank leaned down into the cradle. “I think he needs exercise, Henry.”
“Exercise, Frank?”
“Oh sure. When you hold a baby this small, it works their muscles just as much as you and I would running.”
“No shit. Maybe we should hold him.”
Ellen watched them linger over the cradle. “I’m gonna take my bag up. Frank, which room has room for my clothes?”
“Uh . . .” Frank looked at her than quickly to the baby. “My room.”
“Well I’ll just . . .” Ellen backed up to the steps with her bag. “Take this heavy bag . . .” She was ignored. Henry and Frank took the baby from the cradle. “Take this upstairs. Fuck it.” Giving up and admitting defeat at the hands of the tiny new addition, Ellen took the bag upstairs and into Frank’s bedroom.
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