ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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210
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LEROY�S
CHAPTER 46 – LEROY’S
Friday
June 13, 2008
3:50am
Bernie followed Leroy off of the Toll Road onto Dunes Hgwy. or Hgwy. 20 as it was locally called, through the small town of Miller. They drove around the beach, finally, taking a left at Sullivan Street, then a right onto the narrow, barely paved road that fronted the beach on the eastern end, called Lake Shore Drive. Not nearly as elegant as the one in the city, but it described it just as well.
William awoke just as the cab came to a stop, “Here we are,” Bernie said, yawning.
“Poor Bernie, we’ve kept you quite busy these last few days, haven’t we?” Dawn asked.
“Yeah, that’s okay though,” he said, getting out of the car and coming around to open doors.
Bernie opened the back door, just as William was sitting up.
“How you doing William? Sorry if the ride made you sick,” he said.
“I’m just not used to…automobiles,” he said, accepting Bernie’s hand to help him out.
Buffy got out the other door and came around to where William was standing.
“You okay?”
“I…I think so. A little weak still, I guess,” he said, as his legs felt a little rubbery.
“Is that water?” Buffy asked, hearing the waves nearby.
“Yep, beautiful Lake Michigan. Come on inside, you can see it from the deck. We’ll have a bite to eat out there and then I’ll give you directions to my other place,” he said, “where you can all stay as long as you’d like.”
They all went into Leroy’s house. It was built in the 1950’s and had a low, wooden, paneled ceiling, with recessed lighting. Wall to wall deep maroon carpeting contrasted with white leather furniture. The walls were decorated with large African paintings of women and men in various motion of dance and there were also half a dozen Caribbean and African carvings set on 5 foot ivory colored pedestals around the room.
They walked into the kitchen from the living room. It was rather small, but modern looking with the latest in modern appliances, which were all in chrome. There was a flattop stove, deluxe built-in refrigerator, 3 sinks, and pots and pans that hung above an island with yet another stove below them on an island.
“Wow,” Willow said, “do you like to cook?”
“Yeah, I do, so did my ex-wife. We each had our own stove. I liked gas, and she liked electric. That’s why there are two of them. She still likes to come over and cook sometimes,” he said shrugging.
“Wow,” Willow said, again.
“Sandwiches okay?” Leroy asked.
They all nodded and he took them out to the deck.
Immediately they could hear the waves and see the whitecaps of the waves from the deck. A short staircase lead directly down to the sand.
“This is really nice,” Buffy said, as she held onto William’s hand.
“I like it,” Leroy said, “that’s why I don’t move into the city. I’d have to give up this great view I have every single day.
“I can understand that,” Buffy said, thinking of the house in Julian.
“Okay, I’ll bring some fixin’s out and everyone can make their own sandwiches. Be right back.”
They all took a seat at the large, tempered glass, rectangular patio table. Dawn pushed some odds and ends that were on the table toward the middle in order to make some room. Willow walked in to help Leroy with the food.
A few minutes later, Leroy and Willow returned with plates, lunch-meats, breads, rolls, condiments, and a cake that he said his favorite, older, white neighbor lady Jean, liked to make for everyone in the neighborhood.
William hadn’t said anything since they’d been at Leroy’s except when he’d first gotten out of the car.
“Do you want to make yourself a sandwich or do you want me to make it for you?” Buffy asked.
“I can do it,” he said, finally taking a plate, a Kaiser roll, and other things to make a sandwich.
Leroy looked at him, “You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked.
William looked at him, afraid to say the wrong thing, so he kept quiet, but shook his head.
“I was your nurse when you first came to the hospital. You couldn’t believe that there were male nurses, let alone, ‘Negro,’ male nurses,” he said laughing.
“I’m sorry,” William said.
“That’s okay. Man, you were out of it,” Leroy said. “You’re gonna be better now; Elizabeth’s gonna take good care of you, man. I just know you’re gonna to be better.”
William didn’t say anything, but Buffy gave him a gentle pat on the leg, while deftly changing the topic.
“How long you lived here?”
“Here? About 12 years. In Gary, all my life.”
Bernie made his sandwich, then stood up, “I’m sorry to take my food to go, but I got to be getting to work pretty soon, so I’d better take off. Luckily, I’ll be able to call it a day after noontime.”
“Thanks for everything, Bernie,” Buffy said, getting up and giving him a peck on the cheek, as well as giving him a couple of hundred dollars.
“You don’t have to give me THIS much,” he said, trying to hand some of it back.
“No, you’ve earned it. Hasn’t he earned it, Dawn?”
“Every penny.”
“Well, if you insist,” he said.
“I do, I most definitely do.”
“Alright then, take care everyone,” he said, “I’ll just go around to the front from here,” he said, taking the deck steps down.
“Bye Bernie,” they all said.
“Bye everyone, bye Elizabeth, take care, and get William all well now.”
“I will,” she said, smiling.
Bernie stopped at the bottom of the steps, “William, this woman has gone over and above what I’ve ever seen any woman do for any man. I hope you can appreciate it.”
William stopped eating and looked from Bernie to Buffy, then back again, “I do. Thank you for telling me that,” he said.
And with a final wave, he was off.
“Now, how ‘bout I tell you about that other place?” Leroy asked.
END CHAPTER 46
Friday
June 13, 2008
3:50am
Bernie followed Leroy off of the Toll Road onto Dunes Hgwy. or Hgwy. 20 as it was locally called, through the small town of Miller. They drove around the beach, finally, taking a left at Sullivan Street, then a right onto the narrow, barely paved road that fronted the beach on the eastern end, called Lake Shore Drive. Not nearly as elegant as the one in the city, but it described it just as well.
William awoke just as the cab came to a stop, “Here we are,” Bernie said, yawning.
“Poor Bernie, we’ve kept you quite busy these last few days, haven’t we?” Dawn asked.
“Yeah, that’s okay though,” he said, getting out of the car and coming around to open doors.
Bernie opened the back door, just as William was sitting up.
“How you doing William? Sorry if the ride made you sick,” he said.
“I’m just not used to…automobiles,” he said, accepting Bernie’s hand to help him out.
Buffy got out the other door and came around to where William was standing.
“You okay?”
“I…I think so. A little weak still, I guess,” he said, as his legs felt a little rubbery.
“Is that water?” Buffy asked, hearing the waves nearby.
“Yep, beautiful Lake Michigan. Come on inside, you can see it from the deck. We’ll have a bite to eat out there and then I’ll give you directions to my other place,” he said, “where you can all stay as long as you’d like.”
They all went into Leroy’s house. It was built in the 1950’s and had a low, wooden, paneled ceiling, with recessed lighting. Wall to wall deep maroon carpeting contrasted with white leather furniture. The walls were decorated with large African paintings of women and men in various motion of dance and there were also half a dozen Caribbean and African carvings set on 5 foot ivory colored pedestals around the room.
They walked into the kitchen from the living room. It was rather small, but modern looking with the latest in modern appliances, which were all in chrome. There was a flattop stove, deluxe built-in refrigerator, 3 sinks, and pots and pans that hung above an island with yet another stove below them on an island.
“Wow,” Willow said, “do you like to cook?”
“Yeah, I do, so did my ex-wife. We each had our own stove. I liked gas, and she liked electric. That’s why there are two of them. She still likes to come over and cook sometimes,” he said shrugging.
“Wow,” Willow said, again.
“Sandwiches okay?” Leroy asked.
They all nodded and he took them out to the deck.
Immediately they could hear the waves and see the whitecaps of the waves from the deck. A short staircase lead directly down to the sand.
“This is really nice,” Buffy said, as she held onto William’s hand.
“I like it,” Leroy said, “that’s why I don’t move into the city. I’d have to give up this great view I have every single day.
“I can understand that,” Buffy said, thinking of the house in Julian.
“Okay, I’ll bring some fixin’s out and everyone can make their own sandwiches. Be right back.”
They all took a seat at the large, tempered glass, rectangular patio table. Dawn pushed some odds and ends that were on the table toward the middle in order to make some room. Willow walked in to help Leroy with the food.
A few minutes later, Leroy and Willow returned with plates, lunch-meats, breads, rolls, condiments, and a cake that he said his favorite, older, white neighbor lady Jean, liked to make for everyone in the neighborhood.
William hadn’t said anything since they’d been at Leroy’s except when he’d first gotten out of the car.
“Do you want to make yourself a sandwich or do you want me to make it for you?” Buffy asked.
“I can do it,” he said, finally taking a plate, a Kaiser roll, and other things to make a sandwich.
Leroy looked at him, “You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked.
William looked at him, afraid to say the wrong thing, so he kept quiet, but shook his head.
“I was your nurse when you first came to the hospital. You couldn’t believe that there were male nurses, let alone, ‘Negro,’ male nurses,” he said laughing.
“I’m sorry,” William said.
“That’s okay. Man, you were out of it,” Leroy said. “You’re gonna be better now; Elizabeth’s gonna take good care of you, man. I just know you’re gonna to be better.”
William didn’t say anything, but Buffy gave him a gentle pat on the leg, while deftly changing the topic.
“How long you lived here?”
“Here? About 12 years. In Gary, all my life.”
Bernie made his sandwich, then stood up, “I’m sorry to take my food to go, but I got to be getting to work pretty soon, so I’d better take off. Luckily, I’ll be able to call it a day after noontime.”
“Thanks for everything, Bernie,” Buffy said, getting up and giving him a peck on the cheek, as well as giving him a couple of hundred dollars.
“You don’t have to give me THIS much,” he said, trying to hand some of it back.
“No, you’ve earned it. Hasn’t he earned it, Dawn?”
“Every penny.”
“Well, if you insist,” he said.
“I do, I most definitely do.”
“Alright then, take care everyone,” he said, “I’ll just go around to the front from here,” he said, taking the deck steps down.
“Bye Bernie,” they all said.
“Bye everyone, bye Elizabeth, take care, and get William all well now.”
“I will,” she said, smiling.
Bernie stopped at the bottom of the steps, “William, this woman has gone over and above what I’ve ever seen any woman do for any man. I hope you can appreciate it.”
William stopped eating and looked from Bernie to Buffy, then back again, “I do. Thank you for telling me that,” he said.
And with a final wave, he was off.
“Now, how ‘bout I tell you about that other place?” Leroy asked.
END CHAPTER 46