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A Short Visit to the Boyd Residence
Thursday, August 21st, 2003
A Short Visit to the Boyd Residence
A Dom Entry


Got off work at about five today and went straight to Billy's. Well, I had been over to deliver his mail earlier, but he hadn't been in. Interesting. That is, he just doesn't seem the type to be out.

He was in earlier this evening when I stopped by, however. I was grateful for that. With all that's happened lately, I was a reasonably worried for him, (as I was obviously worried for myself. More than usual). I forced him to assure me that he was feeling well a number of times before I finally gave in and let him explain why he had been out to begin with.

"You're involved in the crimes aren't you?" I joked, though not tactfully.

He gave me one of those curious smiles I'm beginning to recognize.

"If by 'the crimes' you mean 'preparations for the coming school year'," he quipped.

I hesitated.

"If that's what they're calling it these days," I replied.

I can never tell if he finds me very interesting. He seems to smile, but it's almost too polite. Meanwhile, I'm doing my best to force down my own amusement, thinking myself very clever. Perhaps he's most clever in leaving my pride-fire free of kindling.

He went on to tell me that he is, in fact, a one-hundred percent, bonefied first grade teacher for the local K-12 school, (and he actually enjoys it. No, really). I'm sure I almost cringed when he began explaining his worklife. Being an extreme supporter of children in America doesn't constitute that I have to understand them. You could say, they make me fairly uncomfortable.

I asked Billy if it was anything similar to having his own little family.

He laughed, "Sure, single parent, twenty-five children. And yet, still only one mouth to feed, thank goodness."

I smirked thoughtfully, imagining our little Mr. Boyd scurrying about a dinner table built for twenty-six. Though, with the way he handles company, (and repairs cat scratches), I'm not sure he wouldn't fit in with a moderately smaller table.

"I think I'll have less of them this year," he continued. "Not to say that it isn't a blessing."

Only our second visit and we're already talking about having children!!

Thank heaven they truly belong to neither of us. I'm such a cheeky sod.

I talked to him a bit about the accidents then, after I'd remembered what I'd started on. He said he hadn't heard anything of it, so I was able to tell him the whole story, (or all that I knew). I'd found out during the job today that the two men responsible for the mess had been caught, by some means, and everything was holding together for the time being. Not much news about the little café, though. It's a shame that it had taken such a beating. As soon as it's up and running again, I'll be due in for a visit. Should create some memories while I'm here, anyway. Maybe I'll buy a little camera and get a few photos to show to my mates. It'll save me an explanation, if anything.

Getting back to the story, though, Billy was very comforting about the situation. Of course he was sympathetic toward those involved with the mess, but I almost felt that he sympathised for my sake as well; just a bit. Why he would know to do a thing like that is still a mystery, (perhaps a school teacher's paternal intuition). But I'm so glad that he did. Really put me at ease, you know. Made me feel like myself.

That's a thought, actually. Since I've been in Lauderville, I've never felt more like my normal self than when I'm talking to him. Given, I've only talked to him twice. I have no idea, really. Maybe it's a blessing that I don't give things much thought. I rather like it this way.

Good news that nearly slipped my mind: I've come away from Billy's without a scratch! Billy assumed that the beasts were out stalking. I told him that they feared my survival. I'm not sure he believed me!

Anyway, I did end up getting away after a time. Billy had said that he was surprised I'd even shown up again. Told Billy that he'll be even more surprised when I show up next time. He seemed happy to hear it. Good on you, Dom.

Search update: Rosie Street is a turn-off of Garndener Avenue! Perhaps they've noticed the devastating mail-shortage this month! Quite tragic, really!


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