Breakfast Special, #44, “Heat Waves”

~Heat Waves

Lily felt deep red heat rising, streaking her cheeks as they danced. Sarge’s hand holding her’s as he led her in the small floor space wasn’t any different from all the other times they’d danced, yet it felt like the most intimate touch ever in the midst of so many people. She’d intended to send a message to the b-brigade and the other women, but she hadn’t given any thought about how anyone else might react to her actions. Sarge had grinned happily, exactly as she’d counted on him doing, when she’d asked if he felt like dancing even though no one else was. Little George had given her a quick thumbs up when she’d handed him her plate of food with encouragement to eat the remaining contents.. As she’d reached to take Sarge’s willing hand, Anton had caught her eye and nodded approvingly as had Percy Two and the other men in the group. It was clear they wanted her to finally show Sarge some preferential treatment in the midst of a very successful public gathering. There were no razing or off-color comments, just quiet approving encouragement as they moved away to make their way to the area next to the musicians.

But now whenever she caught someone’s expression as they made the most of the little floor there was for their dancing, she realized they’d attracted the attention of a lot more people than just the women she’d wanted to dissuade from even thinking of making any moves in Sarge’s direction. At the same time she was enjoying having his hand in hers and his other lightly resting on her waist as they moved. She could tell that even in this crowd of neighborhood people Sarge felt comfortable dancing and safe touching her and that felt good.

The song ended and they stood patiently waiting  without talking for another to begin while the group decided what to play next. In keeping with their own agenda to mellow out the atmosphere, the musicians put another easy-going tune into motion and Sarge responding accordingly by gathering Lily in closer for moving with the soft textured music. His hands didn’t roam, he uttered no sweet nothings into her ear, he didn’t press suggestively against her as their feet kept moving, there was plenty of polite space between them and yet Lily as if felt he was making love to her as they danced. Fixing her attention on a small section of his borrowed too large flannel shirt where green and blue lines of the pattern intersected, she noted that her vibes were happily humming with the song and let herself simply fall into sync with him via the dance. For the length of the song they moved in a sphere of their own making oblivious to everything except the music and each other.

When the music stopped Lily glanced at the quiet, intent expression on Sarge’s flushed face then she lowered her head enough to let her hair fall forward in an effort to hide her own blush. The guitar players murmured to each other, then decided to take a break in order to enjoy the bottles of beer someone had brought them. She sensed an  unfamiliar tension in the room as Sarge began leading her through the crowd towards the open space in the house’s main hall. Her hand firmly holding his, she followed closely in his wake. As they moved through the densely packed mass of humanity towards the comparatively empty and much cooler hall, Sarge’s grip on her hand tightened and tensed.

Lily’s eyes focused on the heels of Sarge’s boots as he’d set their course. In her quest for a little personal privacy while she inwardly basked in the afterglow of dancing, she kept her head down while walking close enough to his backside that if he made one step backward he’d be standing on her toes. Preoccupied with her own deep internal workings, feeling secure in the close proximity of his large form and linked by their hands, she let him lead her along through the people continuing to enter the large main room. Hence, she missed the initial bold face to face approaches by several women making aggressive efforts to get Sarge’s attention and directly draw him away from Lily. Her first clue that her effort to make a public social statement had gone awry came in the form of a young man she was barely acquainted with attempting to wedge himself between her and Sarge. Realizing that his action had nothing to do with the crowded room when he slipped an arm around her waist in an effort to pull her in the opposite direction, Lily pushed him away with a  single hard hand upward shove to his chin. The entertained and intrigued tone of his laughter and that of his friends as he retreated effectively alerted her to the highly charged, unpredictable nature of the room’s current atmosphere.

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From the documentary Standing in the Shadows of Motown. Joan Osborne preforms Heatwave

 

 

 

Sidebar Switch Out To The Civil Wars

The Civil Wars have invaded the sidebar en mass replacing the delightful 2Cellos.  Much thanks to Bearspawprint for sharing this duo at her blogcasa some time in the past where I got hooked. One of the perks of blogland is that you find things you might not otherwise discover.  Some of the songs on the sidebar are part of the live performance occupying this post, but there’s a lot more where those came from and live is LIVE after all.  What are you waiting for? Play, play, play. Listen while you run amok in cyberspace if the sound and lyrics agree with you.

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The Civil Wars  ~ Live In New Orleans

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The Civil Wars performed a phenomenal live show from One Eyed Jacks in New Orleans’ French Quarter on July 8, 2011.

Adele might have put it best when she said, “The Civil Wars are the BEST live band I have EVER seen”. We hope you enjoy this special New Orleans performance of folk/country/Americana with this Grammy winning duo – John Paul White and Joy Williams.

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Produced by Rachel Puckett and Ross Hinkle for Liveset.
Audio recorded and mixed by The Music Shed.
Shot by The Deltree.
Edited and graded by Ross Hinkle.

 

The Civil Wars Official Site –>>> http://thecivilwars.com/

On their hiatus –>> http://music-mix.ew.com/2013/08/13/civil-wars-joy-williams-interview/

Fire: A Musical Descent Into the Lower Realms. Some What For Mentally Mature Audiences Only, A.K.A Those Not Easily Offended.

Whatever goes up must go down and whatever goes down must go up. Right? Huh? Yeah, for the sake of stairs and ladders which usually go in both directions, unless they’re the escalator steps in the Hungarian film Kontroll –no one knows where those escalators really go.

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Anyway, fire burns up and down. If you’re a good fire-keeper then some down time embers go up again with some well blown O2. Are things getting out of hand here? Noooooo way. Or maybe by the end of the post things might be a tad untidy? 

Blame this all on the chocolate-coconut-pecan taco. If you don’t know what that is hit the search box for another kind of breakfast special.

Oh I should never have posted that cartoon… Okay, on with the shows.

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Science Fiction ~ Fantasy Film conceptualization of Fire Breathing, another form of Fire Inside.

Reign of Fire music BURN! by Mad at Gravity

Ns Jones·

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Concrete and sound wave conceptualization of Fire: 

Theme from Twin Peaks ~ Fire Walk with Me  ~music by Angelo Badalamenti

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Twin Peaks–a story about an investigation into murder, sex and mayhem. Oh, and let’s not forget the cherry pie.

Intermission / an unresistable aside

Speaking of  Cherry Pie ~ Warrant 

adamlep ‘s tribute to Agent Cooper and Audrey.

Ahhhhh heavy sigh.

Hey, pies are baked in ovens which have heat, which technically speaking equals FIRE.

Besides, Cooper and Audrey have plenty of FIRE all by themselves.

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame  Hellfire  theme.  Oh time for some sin that leads to Fire.

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Whose ready for some comic relief? I am! I am! Go Boss, Go! Oh aren’t they just adorable?

Bruce Springsteen ~ Fire

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Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band.
Toronto July 26th 1984

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Hmm, why? Reason one: Black and white film. Reason two: Leather pants. Reason three: Let’s vote, is Jim high as a kite or not? Reason four: For the sheer hell of it. Reason five: I’ve got a thing for the keyboard man. Yeah, right. Reason six: People in the audience get to scream~squeal into the mic. Reason seven: Girl follows Jim under the stage. Yes, under the stage.

The Doors  ~ Light My Fire,  live 1968

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Electric Six is here because, well damn it, I’ve had to listen to this song by Electric Six a lot by default. By default, I mean that it’s a favorite of someone in my abode and hence is played OFTEN.  What’s the point of demanding and support freedom of thought and expression if you don’t follow through in your own home domain? Not much in my opinion. After years of exposure to the song and the video it was no surprise to moi that Danger! High Voltage came immediately to my brain-pan when I read that Bear’s theme choice was Fire. Honestly, “Fire in the disco!” was instantly on the scene.  It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but it has been listened to and viewed with many cups of tea at hand for perhaps its number one fan with a mouse at their disposal.  I have no idea what Grandmother Fire would make of this video beyond the fact that, yeah it is base human nature to “keep starting fires.”

Note: “Play” at your risk, potentially offensive language and image contents for some sensibilities. Or maybe not?

Electric Six  ~Danger! High Voltage  

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Next, so much for The Good Old Days– Not so much, methinks.

Note: Very Strong offensive language content.   What do you expect from a song about going to hell? Polite conversation? Not here. Not now. Not today, anyway.

Nick Cave ~ Fire Down Below, from Rogues Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs, and Chanteys, ANTI- 2006.

Liner notes by Anti-: http://www.anti.com/catalog/view/67/P…
A popular pumping chantey, this was actually the last chantey sung aboard a commercial British square-rigger, by Stan Hugill in 1929, as the barque Garthpool was pumped out for the last time. There are a number of versions, and in some the “fire down below” is more explicitly a reference to venereal disease.

ANTI, real artists creating records on their own terms –>>  http://www.anti.com/

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How to Use a Fire Extinguisher

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Links to other players with Musica Themes:

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-burn/

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/musical-themes-grandmother-fire-smolder/

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-smoke/

Willow

D.S. Nelson

Deborah

Johnny  http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/grandmother-fire-musing-theme-november-22/

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Hmm, no smoke and ashes here. Does that mean something is still burning? I guess so.

Crows: Black, Dancing and Counting Everywhere! Catch Them If You Dare.

In case you haven’t already guessed there seems to be no end to the music about, referencing and associating with Black Crows.  This post could go on and on and on. I focused on black crows, and a raven, in order to create some cohesion for myself.  I hope there is little overlap between Bear, Willow, Johnny and myself in regard to our choices for this theme because there is so much sky to cover here.  Though I will be very surprised if Johnny and I don’t cover at least one musical selection. There’s a vast array of music, poetry, art, research, science and all the ways in which people record their observations and interactions with the Crow in their daily lives.  This post could simple fly away with me if I let it.    Kaw Kaw 

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Urban Crow Dance (of the Bird Kind) ~ Joy Harjo

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The Crow and The Butterfly ~ Shinedown

Shinedown

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Black Crow by Jamiroquai

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Raven Chant  ~ Of the Wand and The Moon

In The Woods

Nighttime Nightrhymes (1999)
Dark Folk/Neo Folk

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“crows visits”

after hungry hawk’s denial

Kaw! Kaw! Kaw!

hawk gone, gone, gone

crow visits

strutting surveying

street walking

straight on white line

chic glistening black

sneering at autos

wings smug

Kaw! Kaw! Kaw!

water, water, water

drinks deep

eyes glinting bows

swaggers

crisp feathers catch wind

Kaw! Kaw! Kaw!

still hungry hawk watches crows flight

@ewa

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Counting Crows  ~ Murder of One

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And Murders of Crows 

Alexander Parsons

Animation: Paul Rains
Music: Paul Rains & Alex Parsons

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WING

MadArtistPublishing
WING (2012) 04:53 | 3D Animation – Adventure/Fantasy
Produced at The Animation Workshop (www.animwork.dk).

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Black Crow by Angus and Julia Stone

Fanch RIOUAL

Angus & Julia Stone – Black Crow (Live Pop Rock Station Bordeaux 26-11-2010)

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Black Crow

Musicenthusiasm

Joni Mitchell – vocals, Jaco Pastorius – bass, Herbie Hancock – piano, Don Alias – percussion. Very nice and extremely rare recording of “Black Crow” from Berkeley Jazz Festival, on May the 27th in 1979.

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“crows kawing”

sparrows tatter tatter titter among spilled seeds

dried leaves haunting

wind whips spills out then whips again

bending folding clouds scattering

crows kaw kaw kawing

like all crazy ones do

@ewa

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Black Crow King  ~ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

 Eric Lemieux

From the album The Firstborn Is Dead Released June 3, 1985
Rights go to Mute Record

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Fly as only a cyber crow flies to Bear, Willow, Deborah, and Johnny’s blog skies for more Corvidae:

Bear has created an impressive of all things Crow which can d be found on Word Press http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/03/corvidea-within-wp/

At the moment, Links to Bear, Johnny and Willow.

Bear:                      http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidae-music-themes/

Bear II:                   http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidae-ii-music-themes/

Bear III:                  http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidae-iii-music-themes/

Johnny
http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidea-music-theme-for-november-4/
Willow               http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/muscical-theme-corvidae/

Sensual Saturday with a Young Man in a Hat (often, usually, most of the time, but not always) Mr. Jason Mraz.

Yeah, making up for missing some sensual Saturdays via the music making of a Mraz man. Hmm yeah. Found his tunes while looking for coyote songs for the animals theme. He does indeed have a Coyotes song. Live and recorded lyrics do vary. You can find it over the Animal Crackers blog box. Mraz sounds great on studio records, but I think he’s better LIVE.

Jason Mraz:

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“I Won’t Give Up” Live London

OfficialJasonMraz

Recorded live at St Pancras Old Church, March 2012.
Buy Jason’s new album Love Is A Four Letter Word now! http://smarturl.it/love

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“I’m Yours” Live Korea–

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“The Woman I Love”

OfficialJasonMraz

Directed by: Elliott Sellers – http://elliottsellers.com/

Video inspired by tweets from @KazumiZ, @Mollydoubleu, @jsk663, @rodrigoNaranja, @ThaiMraz, @Simmiwithawhy, @megvsthelion, @k8e8088, @senoritaarmanda, @sickboya, and @usummertimefine.

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“Bella Luna” Live Dusseldorf —

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“Butterfly”

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“What Would Love Do” Live  at Music Matters

OfficialJasonMraz

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“Love is a Four Letter Word” Tour NYC–

TheOfficialJasonMraz

Download Jason’s new album Love Is A Four Letter Word – http://smarturl.it/love

Recorded live in New York, NY – December 2012
Live at Madison Square Garden (with Colbie Caillat) and The Today Show
Video by Jeff Coffman

http://jasonmraz.com
http://facebook.com/jasonmraz
http://twitter.com/jason_mraz

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Oh there’s an Old Man in a Hat who goes by the name of Leonard Cohen, but we’re not swaying with him this Saturday. Nope. It’s young dude Saturday. 🙂

Fried Friday Features Flighty Fling with The Postal Service

The Postal Service–take your choice album quality and/or live performance. It’s all about the lyrics.

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The Postal Service located at http://postalservicemusic.net/

For Jared McNett’s review of The Postal Service Live at The Midland visit
http://www.kkfi.org/the-postal-service-live-at-the-midland/

Consonance anyone? Come on, I dare you all to chain link as many consonants as you care to clink together.

recycling bins

“glass”

“plastic”

“paper board”

“cardboard”

“newspaper”

“office paper”

“tin cans only”

“batteries”

oh come on now

enough with the shell game joke

where’s the bin for broken hearts

who moved it again

 

 

Be part of a LIVE online Art Exhibition NOW! Visit the Artist at Exit O!

 

No joke folks! Please, please, visit, share, comment and have a go to the Artist at Exit O Riverblog. Wave to the nice folks watching online for your visits, comments and support!  Give the styrofoam Artist a few finger clicks and get into the world-wide art mix. The price of admission is your curiosity pure and simple!

Visit the Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft in Louisville, KY.

Studio Improvements and “The Seven Borders”  http://artistatexit0.wordpress.com/

All my lovely silent lurkers, it’s time to find the “like” button for Al and the rest of the artists.

No, I will not provide visual enticement! Surf the link to contribute to online cyber ART now!

Namaste! Put your fingers to the keyboard and surf the link! Please!

 

 

Sensual Saturday with The ONE and ONLY Joan Osborne! O yeah, shake your hips and rattle your souls, cuz Joan is a comin’ on strong!


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I have not selected the slickest videos for Joan Osborne. This is a selection of a different sort than those for the previous Lady Voices. I was searching for some tracks that have the powerfull distinctive voice quality that I adore. Please share anything recent you discover on the tubes of you.
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Breakfast Special, fifth helping, “Pussy No More” , #5

Pussy No More

When morning made a feeble attempt at sending a few dull rays of sunlight across Nora’s glossy cherry top dining table, Dylan was stirring a single spoonful of honey into his cup of fresh black coffee. Setting the spoon aside he pulled the cup close so he could inhale the steam rising from the rich dark roast. He watched his wife glance towards the empty stairs then back at the window where her array of snake plants resided on the wide inner sill. “He slept in the back bedroom last night. Didn’t go out after the rest left, judging from his shoes.”

Nora turned in her chair a little and pointed with her cup towards the closet near the front door. “Coat dry? It snowed a little just before I got up”

“Very dry. Checked when I first saw his shoes still on the mat where he set them after helping Francis load up his brood.”

Nora made a face. “Dyl, do you think he’s, I dunno, maybe he’s like coming out of the closet?”

A ripple of quiet laughter flowed from the big man as he shook his head. “You mean like a gay fella? No, Nora, I certainly think not!”

“I could handle it if that’s what’s going on with him. Be a bit of an adjustment certainly. . . But I’d cope. I know could. There are worse things than having a gay son. Never mind what Father Joseph says. Don’t care much for half of what that sad excuse for a priest yaps about anyways. I think he hates anyone who enjoys sex judging from what comes out of his mouth.”

“No argument from me on that score, love.” Dylan sipped his coffee then rubbed his chin. “I’d have placed good money on Sarge stepping out with Blondie last night though. You see the legs on that girl? Sweet Mother of God. Can’t say Irene didn’t pull out all the stops with her.”

“No blaming Irene at all indeed. Nor the rest of them. Sure there’s been a few poor picks over the years, but that’s got to be expected considering human nature. You never know for sure what some people will turn into after a few glasses of wine.”

“Or bottles of beer.”

“Indeed.” Nora folded her hands around her cup. “Did I go too far with the razor yesterday, Dyl?”

“Naw. Don’t think so at all. It was a good move having you lead the charge. He’d have fought me tooth and nail soon as he figured the score. But not you. No way he’d ever lift even a finger against his Ma. You didn’t bleed him a bit. Even if you had, hell, the result is worth it. He’s a fine-looking man. Cleans up right well. He ought not to go round looking like same damned overgrown stray dog.” Dylan reached out and put a huge hand around Nora’s. “Might be that our Sarge is just one of those fellas who play the field their whole life, love. It’s not like we’re wanting for grandchildren either.”

Nora nodded then frowned. “Could be, Dyl, could be. But then shouldn’t he have gone off with Blondie?”

“Well, you got me there for sure. I Can’t figure that score at all, Nora.” At sound of the doorbell, Dylan went to the front door. “Well, well, if it ain’t Benj come bearing gifts.”

Dylan held the front door open wide for their youngest son, Benj, who entered holding a large bakery box. “Morning, Ma. Hey Dad. Went to Pearl’s first thing to get sweet rolls for Sharon and they had a fresh load of chocolate éclairs.”

“Oh they’ve not had those in months. You’re a dear, Benj. Thanks so much. Can you stay for one and some brew or are you on the move?” said Nora as she opened the box holding a baker’s dozen of her favorite pastry.

“I’ve got time for a hot cup and a taste. Sharon’s not even awake yet.” Benj hung his coat on the back of his chair then sat down as Dylan poured him a cup of coffee. Benj was as tall as his father and eldest brother but with his mother’s lean slender frame. “He up yet?” said Benj with a nod towards Sarge’s shoes on the mat by the front door.

“If so, he’s being deadly quiet about it,” said Nora.

Benj licked a smear of dark chocolate icing from his éclair. “Who did the dirty deed?”

“Your Ma can lay claim to the fine work.”

Benj held up a hand for a high-five with Nora. “Good job. Why did you stop? His mop needs major clipping.”

Nora swallowed before answering. “Wasn’t sure I could keep from just taking it all off.”

Benj snorted. “It wouldn’t have mattered if you had. Rogaine would make a fortune if they could figure out how his mop grows so fast and market it to baldies. You should have gone whole hog on him. You remember when we were kids and we would chop it off just to see how long it would take it to grow back.”

“Oh do I ever.” Nora laughed a little at the memory. “Speak of the devil. Here he comes now.”

The trio enjoying coffee and éclairs watched Sarge come down the stairs and warily approach the table. Benj turned sideways in his chair to make eye contact with his oldest brother who had come to the room’s arched entrance but no further. “So big bro, what’s the score? Hmm? You blow a major man fuse or what?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Benj?”

“You leaving that scorching hot dish to freeze last night is what I’m talking about, Sarge. What else did you think?”

“Is this some kind of intervention or what?” demanded Sarge as he looked at his parents and youngest brother in turn.

“Hey, good word, Sarge. Yeah, this is an in-ter-vent-ion. Humor me just a tad will you, Sarge. Considering how invisible you’ve been for the last month or so, can you at least satisfy my very healthy male curiosity as to why you left Debbie high and dry last night? Hmm?”

“Your healthy male curiosity can mind its own business, Benj. I’ll mind my mine.” Sarge eyed the empty cup, Dylan held up to see if he wanted coffee. “No thanks, Dad.”

“Frankly, all things considered, my curiosity would like a little satisfaction too, Sargent.” Nora pushed a chair towards Sarge with her foot indicating that he ought to take a seat. She stared at her son and waited for him to sit until he took a few steps backward instead. “What’s going on with you? Hmm? Tell me or you’re gonna get a visit when you least expect one. If you didn’t hit it off with Debbie, that’s fine. No problem. Just say so if that’s the case. Shed a little light on the subject is all we’re asking.”

Sensing that his son was suddenly planning a fast exit rather than answer Nora or Benj, Dylan quietly rose and made his way to the front door mat and picked up Sarge’s black loafers. Holding the shoes behind his back, he stood silently but effectively blocking access to the front door. This did not go unnoticed by Sarge who was also aware that Benj was already sitting directly in the path to the kitchen door rear entrance.

Wondering what sort of attack the trio was plotting, Sarge backed up against the nearest wall. “What do you want from me? Huh? What?”

“Jesus, Sarge, we just want to know what the hell is going on with you. And I don’t mean the last few weeks. Even before the lousy weather set in, you have been more AWOL than present. Right, Ma? I figure you been weirding out for at least the last eight months.”

Nora nodded. “Oh yeah, eight at the very least, Benj. Maybe eleven if I really start thinking about it.”

Sarge considered his options. “Nothing is going on with me. Just been working my ass off is all. Between regular shifts, overtime and helping Kozy with the wiring and plumbing I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy? Aha.” Benj’s disbelief was obvious. “You’ve been too overworked and busy for a single pussy run? Seriously, man for over eight f’n months? We’re not morons.”

“Benj, don’t be vulgar.” Nora glanced at Dylan who shrugged and remained silent. “Sargent, are you sick? You catch something along the way with all your flying about from girl to girl? Forget to use a condom in the heat of the moment?”

Stunned by his mother’s candidness, Sarge couldn’t do more than shake his head in denial.

“So? What then, Sarge? Hmm?” demanded Benj.

Feeling cornered and unsure of how to get out of the situation Sarge looked around the dining room in frustration. The Sunday morning paper caught his eye and he recalled the start of his conversation with the delectable, but never to be tasted, delight named Debbie. Grasping for any straw with even half a chance of ending the current standoff, Sarge said, “Okay, okay. No big mystery. I’m seeing someone.”

“What?! Who?!” demanded Benj. Rising out of his chair he faced off with his brother.

An exchange of incredulous surprised looks passed quickly between Nora and Dylan. Forcing herself to remain seated, Nora took a deep breath and held it for a count of twenty while waiting for Sarge to answer the questions Benj had spoken on everyone’s behalf.

“Just someone. A woman. Satisfied? Okay? Everyone happy now that Sarge’s big secret is out of the bag?”

Benj shook his head. “Bullshit. No way.”

“You calling me a liar, Benj?”

“Oh yeah. Big time. If you’ve been seeing someone steady why not bring her home for a meet? Hmm? Why not?”

“Bugger off, Benj.”

“Hey, just because I’m your only brother here at the moment doesn’t mean we all haven’t been wondering, Sarge. We all have been.”

Nora looked from son to son and wondered what her eldest was really lying about. “This someone have a name?”

Thinking that no one would ever be the wiser, Sarge decided to give them whatever it would take in order to make an escape from the brownstone as soon as possible. “Lily. Her name is Lily. Don’t believe me, Benj? Hm? Make a curtsey run to Big Bob’s on Fifth. Ask Stanley who I had breakfast with Friday morning. Go ahead. Remind him that Lily ordering poached eggs pissed him off.”

Without a single squeak from the hardwood floor, Dylan came up and dropped Sarge’s shoes next to his stocking feet. When Sarge looked him in the eye, Dylan arched his brows and returned to his seat at the table. Without another word, Sarge slipped on the loafers, grabbed his coat from the closet, walked to his mother, took her birthday present out of the inner pocket and laid it on the table next to her coffee cup. Seeing the dark look in her eyes, he decided against kissing her cheek. “Dad. Benj. Later.” Pulling his coat on, Sarge nearly ran out the front door in spite of his effort to maintain some semblance of calm.

As Sarge made haste down the street putting distance between himself and the family home as quickly as the slick soled loafers allowed, Nora, Benj and Dylan waited for someone else to speak first. Dylan filled everyone’s cups then sat down slowly. “Do it Benj. Have a word with Stan. See if he has any clue.”

“About this fake Lily? What for? We all know he’s lying through his teeth.”

Dylan shrugged, “Lily or no Lily makes no difference at this point, Benj. We need to find out what’s up and clearly Sarge ain’t talking. He’s been catching breakfast at Big Bob’s for a while now. Stan’s got good eyes and ears. So maybe he knows something we don’t.” Dylan and Benj turned their attention to Nora as she opened the small envelope like package Sarge had given her. “What’s it this time? How much did he blow?”

Nora shook her head as she laid out a pair of plane tickets and other travel information on the table for them to see. “Some resort in Jamaica for a full week. Plane, room, tour guide, meals, everything paid for. Maybe three grand?” She picked up a gift card with a note tapped to it and waved it. “For new swimsuits it says.”

“He’s nuts. If he was really seeing someone steady he’d be stashing whatever cash he wasn’t spending on snaring her. That’s more proof he just bullshit his way out of here,” declared Benj. “Furthermore, what guy in their right mind takes their steady squeeze to Big Bob’s for breakfast?”

Nora ran her hands through her hair then held her head in her hands. “Okay. Benj do like Dyl said. As soon as you can, make a delivery run out to Bob’s or nearby. Hit Stan up for anything he might have noticed. Dylan, get Irene on the phone. Tell her to get a hold of that Debbie and haul her back over here. We want to know everything she and Sargent talked about last night. Make sure she knows we’ll pay for a taxi if she needs one.”

“On it,” said Dylan as he went for the phone.

“I’ll call Sharon and get her started on finding baby sitters so we can have a decent family meet tonight,” said Benj.”Then I’ll call James and Patrick.”

Nora nodded. “That’s good, Benj. Do you think that Kozy will talk to me if I make a call or should I just show up in person?”

Benj listened to Dylan talking to Irene on the phone before answering. Tapping his fingers on the table top he thought hard. “Kozy’s kinda in his own world, Ma. I don’t think he’ll pay attention unless you’re right in front of him. Even then it’s dicey. Let’s face it; Kozy’s idea of normal is pretty far off from anyone else’s normal.”

“Well, that’s a given, Benj. I’d have to talk to him about Sargent without directly talking about Sargent. Maybe we can come up with something tonight. Need to out think Kozy or he might get the wrong idea.”

Benj laughed. “That’s rich, Ma. Really rich. Wrap our heads around Kozy’s? Better break out the hard liquor for that.” He looked up when Dylan returned to the table and immediately went to call Sharon.

“Irene is pretty sure she can get Debbie here with them. Seems she and Irene already had quite a little chat last night. So no problem there. And she’s gonna get Francis to call Mark so that’s all covered.” Dylan stared at the coffee pot. “What’s the name of that girl Patrick and Denise brought round? The last one we know Sarge stepped out with for a while.”

“The one with the gold streaks in her hair? That one?”

“Yeah her. You remember her name? Maybe we should have a chat with her too.”

“Mellie or maybe Millie. Denise will know for sure. I like that, Dyl,” said Nora.

“We’re gonna need some food for tonight. How about I go see if Pearl’s has a fresh turkey?”

“Yeah, that would do the trick, Dyl. If not, then just pick whatever’s not frozen that they got enough of on hand.” Nora helped her husband into his coat and kissed him hard before he set off for Pearl’s Market. Back at the table she stood looking over the plane tickets for herself and Dylan to the flashy resort in Jamaica. “Sargent, whatever is going on in your head? Jamaica? Me and Dyl? Swimsuits? Snorkeling? What the hell?”

~~~~~~~

Breakfast Special, sixth helping, ‘book-ends’ ~ In Pursuit of The Fox aka Volpone and Toe-ing Behind the Lines  —>>https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/?s=Breakfast+special+sixth+helping++book+ends

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