Caleb 78 - The Kumbaya Crowd
Thursday night I surprised myself.
I went to bed fairly early, just after ten. I'd been sitting out in the yard, drinking my beer, when Jane had brought Kirsty out and simply dropped her into my lap. She smiled at me.
"If you don't mind," she said. "I just wanted to see if the other nights were just fluke, or if you have some kind of gift."
I looked down at the little girl who was regarding me with sleepy eyes.
I smiled at her, and rocked her gently, looking over at Jane who'd taken a seat on one of the other lawn chairs.
"Can I get you a drink?" I asked. She shook her head.
"If madam there goes off to sleep," she said, "then I'm heading straight to bed. Chris has an early start tomorrow as he has an interview already. The job will be working from home, but he has to travel to get to the company office for the interview. It would be a lot more money than he's currently earning. The Marshal's Service put in a word for him since they've finally decided to wash their hands of us. I guess they think it's the least they can do."
"They're not wrong," I said. "After everything, they owe it to your family at least to give you a bit of a foothold on a normal life. Will you be moving?"
"Not immediately," she said. "It's going to take a while, probably up to a year, before we're going to be in a position to buy a property. We'll probably move a bit nearer to the head office then. Hopefully we can find a decent place before Kirsty starts school."
I looked down at the now sleeping child.
"I guess I still have it," I said.
"So I see," Jane laughed, standing up and relieving me of her offspring. "How do you do it?"
"Just lucky I guess," I offered, smiling at her.
She held Kirsty to her, kissing the sleeping child's forehead gently, a thoughtful look on her face.
"I don't think so," she said. "Goodnight Caleb."
"Night," I said.
I finished off my beer and went into the house. Jules came into the shower with me. We spent a very pleasant twenty minutes connecting and washing each other. I loved this part of Jules. Of course, I loved the sexy Jules, when she was interested in and actively participated in sex, but I also loved the part when she was not interested in sex and just loved. The love I got from Jules when she was in her 'off' state was so pure and, for want of a better term, innocent. There was no lust or arousal, just the feeling of pure contentment of being together and showing our purest love for and to each other. I knew that the other girls loved that too.
We dried each other and went to bed. Jules lay beside me, her head on my shoulder, as I lay looking at the ceiling. I was a little nervous about sleeping, fearing that I was going to have nightmares about what had happened two nights ago. I was tired though, having not slept at all the previous night.
I closed my eyes and allowed Jules' soft breathing to lull me to sleep.
And then came the surprise.
My eyes popped open. I was surrounded by all the girls, all of whom were sleeping soundly. I felt good, and rested. I stole a look at my watch. 03:59 - I'd slept the whole night away and if I'd dreamed, I didn't remember.
I slid out of bed to start my day.
Friday passed without any major catastrophes. I didn't go near the school and my hypnotherapy clients were all at the range.
It took me a few minutes of thought before I clipped on my CQB before heading out. My reasons for carrying were still the same as before and, if anything, I now had more reason to. No matter what the Marshals said, there was always the chance that someone could come looking for revenge for the death of their friend/boss/lover or whatever he was to them. I'd also had the experience of my powers failing on me, and I wanted to ensure I had the backup if I needed it.
It appeared that news had reached Hoss too.
"Hey Caleb," he said. "How're you holding up?"
"Who told you?" I asked.
"You know a number of the FBI guys come here," he said. "I heard it from them."
I shook my head.
"It's not the same as paper targets, is it," he said softly.
"No," I agreed, "it isn't."
"Have you shot since?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Are you carrying?" he followed up. I opened my jacket to show my CQB on my hip.
"Lane one is free," he said. "You have a half hour before your first appointment." He put a box of ammunition on the counter.
I reached for my wallet, and he shook his head.
"On the house," he said. "You need to get back on the horse so to speak. The longer you leave it in the holster the more difficult it will be to take it out."
"I'm fine," I said.
"Tell me you didn't hesitate before strapping that on this morning," he said indicating my gun. I grimaced.
"Go on," he said. "You have twenty-five minutes.
I picked up the ammunition and went through the door to the lockers where we kept our safety gear. Five minutes later I was on the lane, looking down the sights of my gun, at the paper target down range.
I'd thought I'd see his face, that I'd find it difficult to pull the trigger, or that I'd feel the guilt I'd felt that night rushing back to swamp me.
I was wrong.
What I did feel was annoyance. I shot high and wide for my first two, and it took another four shots before I was back on center mass. I realized that I'd not shot the CQB for a while and had been used to the Glock. I resolved to put more practice in with both my weapons, or at least I would when I got my Glock back.
The hypnotherapy sessions went as expected and, after I left the range, I decided to swing by the site of my old house to see if any progress had been made there. There was none.
I called up the architect to ask about that.
"Hi Aaron," I said. "Caleb Stott. Just wondering where we were with the new build?"
"Hi Caleb," he said. "Sorry, I spoke to Mary yesterday, I thought she'd let you know. I've hired a company to dig out the foundation and pour the concrete. They are starting a week from Monday after they finish the job they are currently working on."