The flight to Woody Valley was uneventful weatherwise, so Leroy and Ross were able to relax and talk while they flew. Leroy had Ross laughing with his tales of Betsy's last birthday party, when the girls used trick candles on her cake, "Poor Betsy was huffing and puffing at those candles and they just wouldn't blow out, she realised in the end and had a good laugh with the girls, the flowers you sent were very nice, she loved them, said I should thank you in person, even though she phoned you the next day." "I remembered she's liked pink roses and white carnations ever since you gave her that first bunch from your Grandma's garden, I helped you pick them and reminded you to shave before going to see her, you were in such a hurry to get there and propose." "Yeah, that was a great day, I almost burst with delight when she said yes," said Leroy. "Now tell me what's going on in Woody Valley?" Ross said, " remember that time when Wayne went off the rails and claimed the kids were bedevilled and he had to save them? Jessy phoned me that time and again late last night, he's gone screwy again and she's very scared. I wish I still lived closer, I'd be there by now. I told her to get the kids and run away from the house, I should have told her to ring the police too. Are we in range yet? I can phone Don Summers, or whoever is on the night desk these days, at least do something and get some help out there. I don't know what's happened, Jessy was crying and I was in a hurry to get to the airport, I'm so glad it's you flying tonight Le, that Colin gives me the creeps sometimes with his funeral voice." "He's a bit of a sourpuss sometimes, comes in to work frowning, I suspect he doesn't really like flying, just does it for the extra money and so his wife can brag about her pilot husband, like he's a bigshot. I've heard he's going to give it up soon, he's bought a cabin by the oak tree lake and wants to spend his retirement days fishing. So what's this about wishing you lived closer? Is there any chance you can?" "Not yet." said Ross. "I have to wait until there's a position open in any Real Estate office within a reasonable distance and places just don't come up very often. It hasn't bothered me until now. Wayne has been okay for years, no confused looks in his eyes anymore. I might talk to his doctor and see if he'll get Wayne another brain scan or something. It was something that happened in the accident that caused a malfunction last time, that's what Dr Clarence said anyway, some sort of pressure on nerves or something. But his medication is supposed to be preventing that." "I can see how worried you are," said Leroy. "We're nearly there, see the landing strip lights? Go ahead and phone Don, send him out to the homestead and I'll run you there in the car as soon as we get down. Any word on Maddy? Is she there? Is she okay?" "Jessy didn't say. I hope she's there and alright, Wayne had her locked in the cellar last time." Ross fell silent as he waited for Don to answer the phone while Leroy brought the small plane down and taxied in, parking close to the banner welcoming them to Woody Valley. "That's new," said Leroy. "When did they put up a banner?" "Last month I think," said Ross after speaking to Don, who promised to get out there 'toot sweet'. "There was some sort of reunion going on and I guess they thought the banner looked good enough to leave up." They walked into the terminal and Leroy handed over the keys to the plane, saying he'd do the servicing himself before leaving again later in the day. He arranged to borrow a car and they put their bags on the back seat, then started down the road towards Wayne and Maddy's home.
I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site. I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist. Today’s clip is: Elvis Presley
and another clip which shows pictures of "The King" in case you forgot what he looked like.
Welcome back to Sunday Selections. Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules. Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please. If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look. Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.
Not many photos today, I've been tired a lot lately, so haven't taken the camera for walks as much as I used to.
How much green does one girl need?
An unexpected bright yellow Watsonia bulb has bloomed amongst the Agapanthus.
Lola being totally disinterested in a modelling career. See that white spot just below centre? That's the tip of her tail, snow white.
Oh, you want me to pose? Yawn..
The newest Gnome in my collection. He needs a name.
On his face I thought his cheeks were a little too bright, almost a neon pink, although they don't look like it here, so since taking this photo, I've toned them down a bit with a 2b pencil smudge.
Very pleased to see some construction finally happening on this block in my daughter's suburb. It has been a wasteland for about two and a half years.
At first I thought a developer might be building another block of flats, but there are only enough waste pipes there to suggest one house. One very large house.
And of course the all-important termite protection has been used.
here is what is left of the Murraya I've been cutting down at K's, bare branches almost as tall as me, but finally dying.
the new leaves which began sprouting are also dead after I painted them all with poison. In a few months this stump should be dried enough to cut down, the wood is still too green right now and the saw won't cut through. The thickest part of the stump is about as thick as my thigh, tough going for a little pruning saw and I have to cut across it, which is harder.
Had the changing family dynamic been the trigger that set his brother off this time? That shouldn't happen if Wayne stayed on his medication, but perhaps there were other factors, possibly the medication was no longer doing its job. Ross didn't like to interfere, Wayne had been insulted to find himself in a locked psychiatric ward after that first breakdown. But Jessy had sounded desperate.
He'd told Jessy to get herself and the boys out of the house. Run to a neighbour, run into the woods and hide, it didn't matter as long as Wayne couldn't find them. Jessy had a mobile phone now, he could call as soon as the plane landed to see where they were. There was no point trying to convince Maddy to leave, but she would see to it the kids got out if she could. That first time, when Wayne had gone after the boys, he'd locked Maddy in the cellar first. Because it had been Jessy on the phone this time too, Ross feared Wayne had done something similar to Maddy again.
A faraway buzzing alerted Ross to the incoming small Southwest National plane and he watched across the blacktop to where he knew the landing strip was. He hoped Leroy was flying tonight, they'd been to school together and remained close friends ever since. The other night pilot, Colin, was a mortician and only flew if Leroy wasn't available. He never seemed to lose that "sorry for your loss" demeanor. Leroy was a happier soul who had played in a jazz band throughout school. He and Ross had often sung along with Louis Armstrong records and dreamed of a career in music. Then the flying bug had bit Leroy good and hard, while Ross had studied and become a Real Estate lawyer.
In just a few minutes the plane's landing lights were visible and Ross watched as the plane touched down smoothly and taxied in. A good landing. That was definitely Leroy. Ross grinned.
In spite of what might lie ahead at Wayne's, seeing Leroy always lifted his spirits. He knew the flight to Woody Valley would be filled with tales of Betsy, the kids and the dog. Leroy's daughters had a French Bulldog named Froggy.
I'm so sorry I'm late with this, I was sure I had it scheduled, so didn't bother to check before I headed off to the dentist. The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.
The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind. If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.
This month the words are supplied by me and can be found right here.