Tale of a Sparrow
Back at the Flynn Home
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A/N:
the present day.
Chapter
Eleven: Back at the Flynn Home
“I’m going to
town, do you need anything, Mel?” asked Bernard.
“No, I’m
fine, thank you,” replied Melora.
“What about
you, Jack? Need anything?” asked
Bernard, looking at Jack, who was sitting in a corner of the sitting room,
tracing the pattern of the carpet with his finger.
Jack, of
course, didn’t answer, but kept on tracing the carpet.
helplessly.
“I’ll go see
if Bonnie needs anything,” said Bernard finally, leaving the sitting room.
**
“Bonnie, do
you need anything in town? I’m on my
way,” said Bernard, entering Bonita’s room.
“A yard of
ribbon would be nice, Bernie,” replied Bonita.
“What color?”
“Oh, red or
purple, I think.”
“All right,
red or purple ribbon, a yard,” quoted Bernard, “anything else?”
“No, that’s
it,” said Bonita.
**
In town, Bernard
bought himself a new shirt, a couple of shirts, two pairs of breeches,
stockings, and shoes for Jack, a yard of purplish red ribbon for
“Well, if it
isn’t Bernie Flynn,” said a woman, “I haven’t seen you in six months.”
Bennink,” replied Bernard, not really wanting to talk to her, but being polite
at the same time.
“Bernie, how
many times must I ask you to call me Lusa?” she asked.
“Tell mi
si
style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Lusa, how’s your father?” asked Bernard,
wishing Lusa would shut up and leave him alone.
“Oh, Father’s
ill as usual. It looks like he’ll not
last the winter” she said airily.
“Oh.
really must be getting home,” said Bernard, moving past Lusa.
“It’s Lusa!
Bernard disappear down the road.
**
“Look, Jack,
I got you some new clothes,” said Bernard, when he was home.
Bernard
handed Jack the packages of clothes he had bought.
the clothes. Jack looked at the clothes,
surprised.
“There’s even
shoes and stockings,” said Melora, as Jack sniffed the shoes.
**
“Here’s your
ribbon, Bonnie,” said Bernard, coming into Bonita’s room.
“Thank you, Bernie,”
she said, putting the ribbon in a drawer.
“I saw Lusa
today,” Bernard said.
“Lusa
Bennink? I’m not too fond of her.
Bonita.
“No,” said
Bernard, you shouldn’t talk like that, Bonnie. s'>
It’s not polite.”
“She will
sooner or later, Bed Erd Errol Flynn, mark my words,” warned Bonita.
**
When Bernard
came back to the sitting room, Melora
was curled up on the settee, reading a book, and Jack was still in the
corner, this time, playing with his shoes, which were on his hands.
Bernard
smothered a giggle, and said, “Here, Jack, I’ll help you get dressed in your
new clothes.”
Jack stood up
and Bernard took his arm, since he still had his shoes on his hands.
**
In Jack’s
room, Bernard finally took Jack’s shoes off his hands and laid a shirt, a pair
of breeches, and a pair of stockings on the bed.
“Shoes go on
your feet, not on your hands,” he told Jack, “but first, you put your stockings
on your feet.”
Bernard pointed
at the stockings.
“Breeches go
here,” Bernard pointed at his waist, “shirt goes here,” this time, he gestured
at his shirt.
“Can you do
this without me?” Bernard asked.
Jack nodded.
“All
right. I’ll be back in five minutes,”
said Bernard, leaving Jack’s room.
**
“Sort of an
odd fellow, isn’t he?” asked Bernard, coming into the sitting room.
“I suppose,
but the only thing that strikes me as very peculiar, is the fact that he
doesn’t talk,” replied Melora, not looking up from her book.
“Is he a
mute?” inquired Bernard.
“He doesn’t
look like one,” said Melora, “I’m pretty sure he can talk, he just isn’t choosing to do so.”
“I better go
see how he’s faring with the clothes I bought him,” said Bernard, after a few
minutes.
“All right,”
replied Melora.
**
When Bernard
came into Jack’s room, Jack was sitting on his bed, wearing his new clothes,
seeming to wait for Bernard.
“Hallo,
Jack. I see you managed well,” said
Bernard.
Jack smiled proudly.
(i.e. ‘I just used the big boy potty all by myself’ kind of thing.)
“Do you like
your clothes?” asked Bernard.
Jack nodded.
“That’s
good,” said Bernard, “let’s show Melora.”
**
“Melora, look
at Jack,” said Bernard, coming into the sitting room with Jack.
Melora looked
up from her book.
“You look
really handsome, Jack,” said Melora.
Jack smiled
happily.
“Bonnie, come
look at Jack,” called Melora.
Bonita came
into the sitting room.
“Did you buy
him new clothes, Bernie?” she asked.
“Yes,” said
Bernard.
“Why?” asked
Bonita.
“He needed
new ones,” replied Bernard.
Bonita rolled
her eyes and left the room.
A/N:
Chapter twelve will be up ASAP. BTW, I’ve finished writing this story, and the second
one on paper, and I’ve started the third. This is a trilogy at the present, but
there could be a fourth if I get enough reviews after three is done.
first movie.
Melora
Turner’s Story: Starts
six years after Tale of a Sparrow. Ends
over ten years later. Meet new
characters. (Won’t be at this site.
Sorry.)
Like Rain: Starts twenty six years after Tale of a Sparrow.
will be two. Meet a few new characters.
(Will be at this site. Yay!)
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