Give Blood and Thanks: Chapter 16 – Download PDF
Chapter 16: What it is Smitts?
A little dark haired boy sat opposite Detective Arthur Martian and Officer John Martian in the waiting room of the Marshall General Hospital. Arthur leaned his head back against a poster warning the public about the dangers of second hand smoke. His long brown overcoat was pushed back under the arms of the cheap chair exposing the grip of his .38 in the shoulder holster and the red top of a pack of Marlboro Reds in the vest pocket. The little boy, who couldn’t be more than seven or eight years old, stared at the pistol’s handle with wide eyes. The boy’s mother provided a familiar inner city ambiance with her screams at the receptionist. Really, she just loves her family and wants to provide a better life for her children. Is that so wrong? Medical bills keep piling up and they won’t cut her a break, these systems, are broken. Arthur noticed the boy staring and nudged John to get his attention.
“You ever remember having an interest in guns when we were kids?” Arthur asked.
“Yea a little bit. Probably only because it was against the rules to touch them. Dad had us scared shit-less.”
“Yea, the old man was good about keeping some structure. I guess.” Arthur prepared for John to react. This was part of the game he played with his brother. Crack about Dad, John picks up the fumbled ball to save his face, and then Arthur tackles him in the open to bring Dad back down.
“He was. I don’t think Dad was all that bad when it came down to it. What happened between you two that made you take off so soon and hate him so much?”
Arthur felt the hair stand up on his arm. John was calling him out. In a way Arthur was happy John blamed himself for their father’s death. Up until that day five years ago it was Arthur who dodged the questions about Dad. It was Arthur who told John to shut up. Arthur was relieved to see the old man go. Arthur could make his therapeutic snide comments about Dad and John would never want an explanation or let it go any further. Arthur was counting on this to continue for a long time, at least until his own wounds caused by the old man were healed. Now John was asking, asking a direct question, and Arthur was not ready to dodge, not ready to relive, not ready to tell the truth.
Danny Machal August 8th, 2009
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