Chapter Twelve: Anchors aweigh
Ted's point of view
I grabbed Lisa and ran toward the parked cars even though I didn't think we would make it. The Pinto accelerated hard, the eyes of her brother slitted above a snarl. I felt an instinctive need to close my eyes when he slammed on the brakes and screeched to a halt just a few feet from us. The rough idle of the car didn't last long as it sputtered into silence.
We stopped running and panted as we stared at the little bastard. Arthur sneered at us as the car door opened with a sharp metallic groan. He was wearing what his car suggested he could afford; ratty jeans, a torn western shirt and sneakers I would have thrown away years ago. A day's growth of stubble finished off his lean face. I didn't really think he looked much like Lisa or her mother.
"Sorry about that," Arthur said in a completely insincere tone. "The accelerator stuck when I tried to pull up and talk with you, Sissy."
He might as well have just waved a red flag in front of Lisa. If steam had started pouring out of her ears while her head started spinning, I wouldn't have been a bit surprised.
"Goddammit, Arthur!" she shouted as she started toward him, her hands balling tightly into fists. She struggled with me when I wrapped my arms around her to hold her back. It was like a rerun of the confrontation that she had gone through with Price at my house. I made a mental note to myself that she did have a sharp temper when riled.
"Let go of me, Ted," Lisa finally said in a low voice. Her tone brooked no argument, so I let her go. She stood her ground and glared at her brother. "I'm done with this childish bullshit, Arthur. Is it time for me to get a restraining order to keep you from being an ass to me and bothering the staff up here? You should know better than to think they have mother's stuff here. They certainly have no keys for you!"
Arthur laughed mockingly back at Lisa. "Like some piece of paper from an illegitimate government will keep me from going where I want? Please, save it for the poor saps who have been duped by this so-called democracy. I'll go where I want, talk with whom I please, and I
will
have what is mine!"
Lisa rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't roll out that damned separatist crap for me again. If you want to believe it, that's fine. Just leave it at home in whatever fleabag rat trap you're sleeping in this week. What are you being denied this time?" she asked, her foot tapping impatiently.
Arthur leaned forward, the sneer never slipping from his face. "I want my share of mother's estate."
Lisa laughed in Arthur's face. "Fat chance of that!" Arthur turned red but Lisa rolled right over whatever he was going to say. "Let me lay out the facts for you, genius. Mother isn't dead! I know that comes as a shock to you, but she's right in there. That building you were in a while back. Remember it?"
"Save your lawyer crap, Sissy. She is never going to wake up. Mother is as dead as if she were in the ground. All she is now is a machine that turns food into shit. You should have some mercy on her poor body and let it die."
There was no way in hell I could have caught her this time. Lisa snarled and climbed him like a squirrel. She was all over him like white on rice, beating on him with her fists.
The cretin flinched and then tried to shove her off, but she just popped him in the face.
"Owww!" he cried as he backpedaled.
That gave me the space I needed to grab her again. She struggled hard and snarled at him.
Arthur held out his hand and looked at the blood on it from his nose. "Bitch, I should call the fucking cops on you and your gigolo! This is assault!"
Lisa stopped struggling and laughed at him. "What? The big, bold separatist needs to call on the authorities he says are illegitimate and illegal? Does anyone else see the irony in that? I thought you lived off the land and solved your own problems?"
That struck the mark. Arthur snarled and took a step forward but stopped when I pushed Lisa behind me. "Stay out of this, dickhead. This is between me and my bitch sister!"
I shook my head. "Not anymore. I'm making this my business. Hit the road before I help you hit it my way." I out-weighed the scrawny bastard by thirty pounds or so and none of it was fat. I raised an eyebrow in invitation. "Like your sister, I solve my own problems. You should take a page from her: solve this one yourself and leave."
"Fuck you," he snarled even as he backed away from me. "That bitch of a sister has been living off Mother's money, so why shouldn't I get my fair share? I will get it, one way or another!"
"You idiot!" Lisa shouted back at him. "I live off my own money and all Mother's does is pay for her care."
With the first real menace I had heard yet, he laughed. "You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you? Well, I have news for you, bitch. I do solve my own problems and you better reconsider before I solve you."
As Arthur got back in the Pinto, the door slammed with a creak, and I pulled Lisa behind some of the parked cars. At first, I didn't think his car would start at all, but it finally caught and he stomped on the gas, only to have it die again. I shook my head and smiled. Arthur slammed his hands against the steering wheel and cranked it laboriously back to life. Then, at long last, he wheezed out of the parking lot and down the road in a cloud of smoke.
"Call this a subtle premonition, but I don't think we're on the invite list to his next clam bake," I said in a sotto voice.
"God!" she shouted and slapped the tailgate of the truck next to us with a solid thump, setting off its alarm. "That asshole has really done it this time! I
will
swear out a restraining order and toss his skinny ass in jail if he fucks with me again!"
"I don't think he is all there," I pointed out. "He's not going to lay off. He's going to keep pushing your buttons trying to get what he wants. You need to just do it."
"I know," she growled. "It's just hard. He's still my brother."
Sliding my arm around her shoulders, I started walking back toward my car, away from the wailing alarm. She slid her arm around me and sighed.
"Why can't I have Stan for a brother? He's such a nice guy," she groused.
I laughed. "Because, then you'd be my sister, and that just wouldn't do!"