Rivers Run Deep

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 5



Her guardian arrived, and helped her load the broken down bike into the back of his truck, and together they started examining the fence. Taking measurements, and investigating why the fence gave way in the first place. “Sir,” the pair turned to see a young boy bow to them. “My Sensei has asked me to bring you to him. He would like to discuss the fence, and have tea with you and your daughter.”


She tried to decline, but the old guy puffed up bigger than a prized bull moose at the thought of them thinking she was his daughter. “Of course,” he replied proudly. “Lead the way.”


The boy led them back through the gate and up to the deck. But rather than go inside the house this time, he led them to the side, where the old master was having tea, while watching his students practice their martial arts lessons outside. “Master, I have brought them, as you asked,” said the boy, and jumped down to join his classmates in the exercises.


“Please sit,” he said, waving to the pillows to his right and left. The two took off their shoes and boots, and joined the old master for tea.


“Forgive us if we are unfamiliar with the proper tea etiquette,” her guardian stated. She raised an eyebrow. That was the most sophisticated word she’d ever heard him use. “We don’t get out much.”


“It is quite alright,” he said. “I too have made many compromises coming to America. I will show you if you wish. Please. Permit me, I am Ro Com, you may call me Mr. Com if you wish.”


“Thank you Mr. Com. I’m Ralph, I run the dinner in town.”


“Yes, I know. I have been near there. You serve greasy food.”


“But low in cholesterol. My doctor ordered it. Figured if it’s good for me, why not make it good for my customers.”


“Doctors. What do they know? Here.” He handed Ralph a pouch. “This is what I use. It is all natural herbs. You will have better results from this, over what your doctor has been giving you.”


“Why thank you, but I’d hate to go against my doctor.”


“How old is your doctor?”


“Oh, I’d say 36, maybe 38. Why?”


“I am 78, and I have been using this since I was 30. Who are you going to believe?”


“Nuff said for me.”


“Pardon me for saying,” she began, reaching over for the pouch. “This may work for his cholesterol, but not for his blood pressure, nor his heart. I won’t permit him to risk it. And you, regardless of your age, should not be making recommendations to anyone, without doing some kind of medical work up. Find out about his back ground, his allergies, what he’s currently taking, from over the counter pain meds, to prescriptions. This,” and she shook the pouch, “could kill him.”


Mr. Com took the pouch back and placed it in his robe pocket, then patted her cheek. “He was right about you,” he said. Confused she looked between the two men. “You have a fire in you, I could hear it in your voice. And you are wiser than your years say. This herb, it is common parsley, your guardian wanted to have you train here, but I would not take on such an older student, without knowing where her heart is. And you my dear girl, have a good heart, despite your restrained temper.”


Ralph chuckled, his round belly bouncing. “Remember I told you a good friend of mine was coming over for diner tonight?” She nodded. “This is him. He called me back after you had called, and explained what happened. Also asked me to play along. Mind you, it was quite difficult. The kids here all know me.” She buried her face in her hands, holding up her left fist, her middle finger, bent, but slightly higher raised than the rest of her bent fingers. “Oh come on. The fence wasn’t planned. But I must admit, you falling into his coy pond was quite funny.” He laughed. The boys had completed their exercises, bowed to their master, and ran to grab their things, as they could hear the cars of their parents arriving.


“Well, now that this little charade is over with, I wish to know your name dear girl.”


She looked at him from behind her fingers. She was so embarrassed. She straightened, and turned to the old man. “My name is El, and Ralph here is my guardian.” The old man nodded. She didn’t mean to hurt Ralph’s feelings, but she had a family, even if they are dead. “He’s the kindest man I’ve ever met. He agreed to take me in till I turn 18.”


“Why? Did your family kick you out?” he chuckled.


“No,” she said calmly, as he finished his laugh. Ralph could feel the iciness in her voice increasing. “They’re dead.”


Mr. Com looked at her, his smile quickly fading as he saw the cold expression on her face. He put his tea down, and took her hand in his. “Forgive me. I did not know. How did it happen?”


El couldn’t answer, she just got up and walked away, pulling out the tape measurer as she approached the fence. Mr. Com looked to Ralph, she could hear them talking. “I’m sorry Mr. Com. I didn’t get a chance to tell you. She’s only been with me a few days. We’ve been pretty busy. Her family, her mother; being six months along, her father, and her brother, were all killed in that fire a few weeks back. She was down the street for some reason. I met her in the hospital, she’d been un responsive to everyone. I made the arrangements with social services. Since she’s almost 18, I didn’t want to traumatize her with the system. I’m worried about her though. The Deputy that had her in his car said she hadn’t cried. The doctors say she didn’t shed any tears since they had her, and at the wake, and the funeral, she hadn’t grieved. I’m afraid she’s gona crack.”


Mr. Com nodded. He’d seen the kind of reaction to others before over his lifetime. Though it never seemed to last this long. “I will train her,” he said. “Though I doubt she will need much. She put my best student in his place today.”


“Let me guess. He touched her.” Mr. Com nodded. “That figures. She won’t let me even touch her. Which I can understand. She doesn’t even know me.” He took a sip of his tea and looked to his friend as Mr. Com reached over to his chest.


“She knows your heart. And that is all she needs to know.”


While her bike was laid up, she had gone back with the truck many times, and repaired the fence. On top of going to school and training for Gymnastics competitions, and what little training she could fit into her schedule with Mr. Com, she didn’t have much time to entertain a social life. She just hoped she’d get her bike back, and soon.