This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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Part 23 - Dedications
Author's note: this is a 'bridge' story to fill the gap to the next series of mysteries. Thanks for your patience.
Dawn, Monday, December 24th. Christmas Eve.
I had gotten up early and exercised, then got dressed. As I was about to leave, Carole came down the stairs, fully dressed. "Can I come with you to see Aunt Teresa, Daddy?" she asked. I did not bother asking how she knew where I was going.
"Okay, Fussbudget." I said. "Let's go." We got into my Police SUV and drove to the cemetery. There were fresh flowers on Amy's grave; Teresa had already been here. I let Carole put the flowers I'd brought down next to what Teresa had brought, then we got back in the car.
"She's at the park." Carole said. "Where the building blew up last year. With me and her in it."
"Let's go check." I said.
When we got to Ward Harvester Park, the gate was unlocked, and another vehicle was already there. In the distance I could see Teresa, on her knees Japanese-style, meditating in front of the statues of the angels at the Public Service Memorial.
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Teresa meditated, remembering Alexis and Amy, considering what their lives had meant to her. Then something told her to come back. She looked over her left shoulder and saw Don and Carole at the front gate, sitting on their knees and patiently waiting for her. She waved for them to come over.
I instructed Carole on bowing and getting up slowly, and she was a good student. We walked over to where Teresa was. I knelt down to her right; Carole to her left.
"Please excuse us for disturbing you." I said formally.
"You are not disturbing me. Thank you for coming." Teresa said formally. "And thank you for bringing this young lady for me to hug." Teresa gave Carole a warm hug, and Carole returned it.
"Why did you come here, Aunt Teresa?" Carole asked.
"Today is Christmas Eve." said Teresa. "My big sister Alexis died on Christmas Eve, and I found Amy on Christmas Eve. These angel statues look like them, so I'm here to remember them."
"Amy was Bud-dy's owner, wasn't she?" Carole said, knowing that to be true.
"Yes, and I'm very grateful to you and your dad for keeping him after Amy died." Teresa said.
"Was A-lexxx-is a good big sister?" Carole asked.
"Yes, she was a very good big sister to me." said Teresa, her voice showing the first signs of emotion.
"That's good." said Carole. "I'm a big sister, too. I will try to be a good big sister like your big sister was."
"Awww." Teresa said, hugging Carole again. "You're already a wonderful big sister. You just keep it up, okay?"
"O-kay." said Carole. "And thank you for saving me at this place last year."
"Yes." I said, finally speaking. "Thank you
very
much for that."
"Hey, that's what little sisters are for." Teresa said. We remained in place for a few moments, Teresa holding Carole, all of us contemplating all that had happened at this place. I also remembered my own big sister, and being wounded at this place several years before. (
Author's note: 'Sperm Wars: The Family Menace'.
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"Please excuse me." I said. "I'll leave you two alone for a moment." I got up and backed up, and sat down well behind them. It was a formal gesture meant to show honor and respect for what Teresa and Carole had endured here. This morning was their morning...
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9:00am. I was in my office with Captain Croyle and Precinct Captain Abram.
"You're going to be Acting Chief from 4:00pm today through 8:00am Wednesday." I said to Abram, who was Jewish and had volunteered to work Christmas as he had every year for many years. "Don't let all that power go to your head."
Abram smiled. "I won't, sir. And of course I'll notify you if anything big happens."
"Well, handle it first, or try to." I said. "Then call me. I like the 'here is what happened, and here is what we're doing about it' approach, though keeping in mind that bad news does not get better with age."
"Yes sir." said Abram. After a few minutes of further business discussion, I dismissed him to his duties.
"He's good, very efficient." I said to Teresa after he left. "Glad we promoted him. Long overdue. Okay, any contingency issues cropping up?"
"No sir." said Teresa. "At 4:00pm the holiday shifts begin, and they end Wednesday morning. Bars are shutting down early, but a lot of stores may stay open until midnight. I'll be at your house tonight, of course."
Teresa and Todd wanted to be at home Christmas Day, and Santa would bring their boys their toys over there. Carole, Jim, Ian, Ross, and Tasha would be visited overnight by Santa at The Cabin. So we big kids would do our gift swaps that evening.
"Where's Carole going to be today?" asked Teresa.
"At home." I said. "With her mother. No last-minute Christmas shopping, either."
"Good!" said Teresa. Then she said reflectively "It's hard to believe it's just been a year..."
Part 24 - Chariots of Fire
"Bring me my bow of burning gold,
Bring me my arrows of desire,
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire.
I will not cease from mental fight;