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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Welcome to America !
Part: 4 of 5
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (no sex)
Language: English
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@(C) 2002 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following narration is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. You have been warned ! The author accepts no
responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors or people
who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of fictional character's
sexual experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written
to stand alone but are based on characters and events introduced in some of my
earlier writing. If you like this story you might also like some of the
stories at <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Frederick_T/www/>. Located there is a synopsis
of every story I've written...Like a road map...Pick and choose as you like.
Characters who appear in earlier works will be identified the first time they
appear in "The Stories." And all of the characters are mentioned in the
synopsis at the previously mentioned url. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this story and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people
live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as
anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat
each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"Welcome to America !"
Part Four
(no sex)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****
Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski was on the phone when Carol entered the
"fortress." Stephan was lounging in one of the over-stuffed chairs off to the
side of the room. He turned his head. Stephan's expression told her that
Elija already knew. Fuck ! She should have told him right after the old fool
called...Really, right after Gee Gee first called. That was fucking stupid !
Carol Whitouski Tamarack made a strategic error that morning...A very large
strategic error ! She was mentally going over her options and staring down
Elija who was now focused in on her alone.
"Thanks. Yea ! I know it's been a while and that's our fault. But
thanks all the same." Elija slowly replaced the phone in the cradle. He
looked up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head. "That was a friend of
ours in L.A. He heard a funny story about some gun store owner down in Orange
county somewhere. Seems like a group...Who knows ? This story is months
old...Anyway, this group hits the guy up for ten thousand rounds of 7.62 and
wants some silencers...Pays in gold bars and then announces to those in
attendance that `Willy T.' is back in town and he's real pissed. Now, could
this be our buddy Tamarack ?"
The room was silent. Stephan mentally reviewed his response. He'd had
just about every teeny bopper, they knew, squeezed and squeezed hard. Half of
them had never heard of the fuck ? The ones who'd known him, claimed he was
dead. But where was J.J. ? And that bimbo of his, what's her name ? He
wondered if Carol had any answers ? He wished he knew what that bitch knew ?
Elija was begining to look impatient.
Stephan went on the offensive. "I heard a rumor a couple of days ago.
Some videos started showing up and some people wanted to know where they could
get them...Anyway, they weren't ours. I'm still trying to get my hands on one
but that hasn't happened yet. From what I've heard they're Tamarack's work.
Sounds like it anyway. So..."
Carol interrupted. "He talked to me on the phone, three nights ago." The
room went silent.
"Well, don't leave us in suspense, Carol, my dear."
#####
Neal Henderson was still in his office. He'd been on the phone
practically all day long. Nobody wanted to talk about Elija "The Weasel"
Kruschefski. Not State, not CIA, not DEA, not FBI, not Defense. This sounded
"black." The more calls he made, the "blacker" it sounded.
He called that new agency...Homeland Defense. He was with his third
interviewer, none seemed willing to make a decision. This new guy was going
through some new data base. They hadn't said a word to each other in over
five minutes.
"Jackpot !" Neal felt a jolt of excitement. "Got a shitpot of stuff on
the guy. Well, no specifics but a lot of references. Shit ! About half of
them are related to black market arms deals...A couple of mentions concerning
terrorists and terrorism, too. You say this guy, you know, claims this guy's
living in Las Vegas and somebody is watching him ?"
"Yea...That's it. This friend of mine seems to think something is about
to go down and I was just trying to confirm some of his facts."
"Well ? Have you confirmed anything ?"
"Is there some way to update your data base ? To say, an inquiry was made
about this guy ?"
"Yea, no problem. Do it everyday. We'll call it a `sighting.' Anonymous
source, unconfirmed sighting. It's entered."
Neal closed up for the night but still felt uneasy about all this "cloak
and dagger" shit. And what does Tamarack have to do with this guy ? Well, it
was out of his hands now.
#####
The two men were huddled over the computer terminal. The room was well
lit. There were others too...Lots of people...Also sitting in front of or
standing over other computer terminals. Several printers could be heard in
the background. You could hear several people talking from across the room.
The man to the left of the terminal spoke quietly. "Well, somebody else
knows he's here. Got any ideas ?"
"Not a clue ! And what's this shit about somebody watching him ? I
thought that stuff was supposed to be invisible ?"
"We got anybody out there to check ?"
"Not that I know of ?"
"Fuck !" The man picked up the phone and dialed. Several minutes went by
before his call was answered.
"The `weasel' has been made...Out in 'Vegas. And they know somebody is
watching." He listened for a few moments. "Don't have a clue." He listened
for a few more moments. "Ok." He hung up the phone.
"They'll get back to us."
"Good. Let's get out of here before something else happens."
#####
Gary Cahill drove slowly up Sunrise mountain. It was well past midnight.
Piece of cake. He delivered the five tapes in a little over three hours.
Willy called them infomurcials. All the major TV stations in 'Vegas. Gary
laughed at the local channel. They were the only ones who appeared interested
in the least. Their news guy, at least, asked, "What'd you say ?"
Gary repeated what Willy told him to say. "This just might explain what
you might have to report tomorrow."
The guy stared at Gary for a moment. "Yea ! Right !?" He didn't even
thank him. Gary parked in the garage and entered the house through the
kitchen. Wanda was in bed. Gary joined her.
#####
It was black out...Not a bit of a moon. The side panel was off the air
conditioning unit and lying on the grass. A dark figure was fiddling with
something inside the unit. It took the figure less than a minute to button
the unit back up and then the figure just melted into the night.
#####
Elija was fiddling with some papers from his safe when the air conditioner
cycled off and then on again. The fucker was on the fritz again. Exactly
forty-five seconds later the air conditioner quit running altogether. Elija
moved to his desk and picked up the phone.
"The fucking AC is out again ! Get someone over here right away to fix
it." Elija waited a few moments and then barked. "You bet I mean now !"
#####
The driver of the Acme Airconditioning truck was stopped, trying to read
the street sign. He started to turn right and freaked out. His head lights
had picked up several naked women running out into the road ahead of him.
They were waving him down. He started to slow. There were five of them and
all of them were buck ass naked. They were teenagers, too ! One of them
climbed aboard. Now there were several and they were dragging him out of his
seat. The truck was moving. The driver had no idea where they were going ?
But then, he didn't much care either.
***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****
The van pulled up right in front of the gate, blocking the lane. The
guard was sure these fuckers were lost. An old man was walking toward the
gate. The guard went to meet him.
"You lost ?"
"No, man. Thought you all called for an air conditioning guy ?" Another,
man appeared at the rear of the van. The guard couldn't remember which door
the old man got out of ? He was starting to feel uncomfortable and was about
to turn and call for assistance when he felt the poke in the small of his
back. He froze.
"That's a slienced AK-47 and it's on auto. It'll cut you right in half.
Open the gate." It was a woman's voice. Now the second man was pointing an
AK-47 at him. It had a long, ugly silencer on it. Oh ! Fuck ! These guys
were pros. He fumbled with the keys. The gate was coming open and the old
man was already moving the van into the drive way.
I watched as Dale and Erin taped up the guard. He wouldn't be going
anywhere soon. Dale was on the phone in the guard shack. Erin was already in
the back.
"Hit it, Malibu. I just hope the front door is as easy as the gate."
Dale was in the front seat. I slowed about half a football field from the
front door and Dale slipped out. There was a guy waiting on the front porch.
Now he was coming toward the van. I slowed some more and kept him in the head
lights until I came to a stop just short of the front door. He was at the
driver's side window.
"Just who the fuck..." He stopped abruptly. Dale had an AK poking in his
back. He was silent as Dale and Erin taped him up.
The front door was wide open but the lighting was very dim in the entry
way. I headed right for Elija's underground bunker. The fucker was there. I
could feel it. The stairwell was well lit. I bounded down them and just one
glance confirmed that Erin and Dale were following. Two steps and I was on my
stomache, slithering to the corner. One peek and I was jubiliant ! The guard
was right where J.J. said he would be, reading the newspaper.
I slithered back a few feet and jumped up. A thumbs-up for the rest of
the team and I burst around the corner with a tool bag hanging from one hand.
The guard was up out of his chair immediately, the newspaper falling to the
floor.
"Hey ! Who the fuck are you ?" I kept moving toward him.
"Airconditioning...The guy upstairs..." I was close and brought the tool
bag up into his groin as he was going for his gun. He crumpled at my feet and
I quickly relieved him of his weapon. Dale checked six while Erin began
taping the guard. I picked up the phone and waited for an answer.
"Hey ! Boss ! One of the guys is out here with some broad named Erin
Tamarack." The buzz was almost immediate and filled the hallway with noise.
Dale was pushing the door open and Erin was right on his heels. I followed
them in.
He looked years younger than I remembered but then I figured Carol set him
up with some of my pills...Well, really Dale's but I didn't know that back
then. He was lunging toward the phone so Dale put a slug into the wall behind
him. He froze. I was still amazed at how silent the guns were.
"Elija, got any idea what my cabin and farm looked like after the feds
finished with it ?" He was frozen; one of his hands in a desk drawer, the
other about half way to the phone. Dale had slid across the room about ten
feet away from me. "Can't get us both now...Can you, asshole ?" I had the
guard's gun in my hand, hanging at my side.
"We got company." Erin was using the mirror...Checking six. We had this
shit down, man. Dale plastered himself against the wall so he could cover
both Elija and the door. Erin was behind the door. It all depended on team
work now...Everyone had to stick to their responsibilities.
"Hey ! What the fuck's..." I recognized the voice. It was Stephan.
Erin slammed the door behind him and had the business end of the AK poked into
the back of his head. I never allowed my focus to leave Elija. He still had
his hand in the desk drawer.
"You got about a nano-second to get your empty hand out of the drawer or
you're going to bleed a lot on your desk top." His hands ended up on the desk
top, palms up, like he was offering me something. I hoped he could deliver.
I could sense Stephan behind me. He was tense but enough of a pro to know
that he'd be stupid to try anything. It would mean certain death.
"Now...Pick up the phone, real slowly, and get Carol down here...Without
an escort. We've got enough fire power in here to hold off a small army for a
bit...And while my buddies hold off the mounties...I'll be taking care of
you...And it'll be a real cool, Elija...A real show. I put a lot of thought
into this."
I pulled a couple of fire crackers out of my fanny-pack. God ! How I
hated the way they looked...The fanny-packs...But Erin insisted. It was the
safest way to carry shit and have it readily available....Back to the fire
crackers...They were the big ones...M80's or whatever. "Imagine what one of
these would feel like expanding in your asshole, Elija...Maybe a couple
wrapped around your cock ? I'll make sure you've got all your situation
awareness about you before I light the fuse...I promise. I want to see the
look on your face just before they go off."
He was a pasty white color. I had almost total control. The only wild
card was Stephan. Elija looked away from me and Dale put another slug into
the wall behind him. He looked back into my eyes and never lost eye contact
while phoning upstairs.
It was less than two minutes and not one word was spoken until Carol burst
through the door. "Jesus ! What the..." She lapsed into silence.
Dale motioned her over toward the wall he was using for back-up. Instead,
she moved toward Erin and Stephan. I really think she was scared of the
fire power. It happened quickly...Stephan going for Carol. I started
bringing the gun up. Elija was going for the drawer again. A scuffle was
going on behind me.
"I'll kill her, Tamarack." Stephan...A little panic in his tenor.
I turned toward Stephan and Carol. Erin had her back to the door and
Stephan had Carol by the neck with a small caliber gun pointed just under her
right ear. Our shots sounded almost simultaneously but Stephan was a little
quicker. Carol's head jerked to the left, then she rag-dolled. My bullet
splattered Stephan's brains all over the wall about three feet to the right of
Erin.
I slowly turned toward Elija. I hadn't heard Dale shoot but Elija was
holding his shoulder. I glanced back at Erin and Dale, both looked ok. Erin
was down on one knee feeling for Carol's pulse. She was shaking her head back
and forth. I know I was ok but my ears were ringing.
I yelled out. "Malibu...check !"
"Toop !"
"Threep !"
"Well that kind of ruined a pleasant morning, didn't it ?" I moved closer
to the desk and saw that Elija was bleeding. "Hope you got a good back up
plan on how to get out of here, Elija, buddy. Prior planning prevents piss
poor performance. The six `P's' ! Don't ever leave home without them. Now
my friends here are going to take a look around while you and I talk for a
bit."
In actuality, my friends were going to douse selected areas of the mansion
with a highly flamable liquid. I sat in the chair that earlier, the dead
Stephan had sat in. You could plainly see the blood on Elija's jacket and
hand now. He had one hand on the desk and the other holding his shoulder. I
kept the guard's handgun pointed at his chest.
"Let me tell you, Elija. The six `P's' saved my ass that night at the
cabin. You were there, right ?!" I paused. He gave no indication he heard
me. "Well, it doesn't matter. Guy's like Wayne Montana ought to be out
searching for terrorists instead of consorting with them. All over a piece of
ass, too ! I thought you'd be more professional than that."
"But that was then and now is now ! You let the land of the `big bx' lull
you into a false sense of security. Just like the rest of my country men did
before Eleven September. I just know deep down inside of me that you're some
how involved with all this...And I imagine that open safe is going to provide
me with a lot of interesting intel..."
He made a move. My shot slammed him back against his chair and blew most
of his left shoulder off. He slumped to the right a bit, blood flowing down
the left side of his polo shirt. I was up and moving toward the safe. He
turned a little in his swivel chair but couldn't get the upper part of his
body to respond. I was shoving handfulls of papers into my fanny pack. His
face was very sick looking. You could almost see the blood draining out of
it.
I heard Erin outside the door. "Everything ok in there ?
"Everything's cool, Erin." My eyes never left Elija's.
"Ok ! Then we're ready, lead."
"Coming." Time was short. We wanted to be in and out in under twenty
minutes. "Any last words, Elija ? Power to the people ! Free Che ! Long
live Lennin ! Allahu Akbar !"
His eyes were straining to focus. I backed toward the door and slipped
out into the hall. I could hear him yelling, "Fuck your mother, Tamarack !"
I waited at the corner. Elija lunged out into the hallway so I sent a shot
down the hallway. He dropped to the floor, scampering to hide behind the
guard's chair. I know my shot was no where near him. I took the stairs three
at a time. Erin and Dale were flanking the front door. They each lit match
books as I walked through the door. I could hear the flames crackling as I
started the van. We were rolling moments later.
***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN *****
I coasted to a stop about a mile out in the desert behind the mansion.
For all practical purposes we were invisible. I had the night vision glasses
trained on the rear of the mansion. I'd done pretty good reconn the other
night but I wanted to be sure. Carol must have told him how I escaped ?
The flames were becoming very visible. It appeared the roof was going up
in front. A cell phone rang. I could hear Erin talking.
"Time to book, Willy. The police just blew by the girls with lights
flashing." I turned the glasses toward where the police should appear and saw
several blinkers moving toward the mansion. At least four miles away.
I was last in the van and collapased in the back. Dale was driving and
Erin was up front with him. I smelled the aroma of marijuana as we turned on
to the paved road about six miles out from the mansion. We started hauling
ass.
Erin was holding out a joint. "Wanna call that buddy of yours ?" I shook
my head and took another hit. Minutes later we were through the spagetti bowl
and heading North on I-15. We stopped to ditch the van in Mesquite and then
picked up the Toyota van...The one my mother picked Dale and I up in when we
entered the states...California plates...The works.
I drove the first two hours and it wasn't hard to stay awake as Dale was
snoring loud enough to be heard in SLC...Our destination. The sun was rising
before we heard any mention of it on the radio. The news just called it a
"big fire out in the desert." It got colder the further North we went. We
stopped for breakfast in a one horse town about three hours out of SLC.
I made the call at nine Mountain Time or whatever they call it. It would
be eight in 'Vegas. The pictures of the fire on TV were impressive...A real
three alarm blaze. The news guys had three helicopters circling the mansion,
which was now just a wall here and there...All black and charred. About eight
Mountain Time the wire services started picking up the info I had Gary deliver
last night. We were cruising at seventy-five and the radio reported the
temperature was thirty-six in Salt Lake.
"Neal Henderson, please."
"And who should I say is calling ?"
"Tell him Major Tamarack, USAF retired, is on the line."
He picked up the phone rather quickly, I thought. I was sure he was
recording but I just had to pimp him about it. "You'll want to make sure this
one is taped, Colonel. I'm sure there will be lots of questions later."
"Where are you, Tamarack ?"
"In the heavens, far above the earth, looking down on you...Just coasting,
Neal. I see there's been a big fire over night. Anybody we know ?"
"You know damn well..."
"Now...Now...Now...Let's not exchange trade secrets on an open line here.
Listen up, Neal...I happen to have in my possession a packet of about twenty
folders from a safe downstairs in the "fortress." I think that's what he
called it ? Anyway, it's for sale. Very interesting reading. Quite a
feather in your cap...Just before you retire. Could really improve on that
resume !?"
"Oh ! Fuck you, Tamarack ! No one is going to buy your pig in a poke !
Having that shit puts you there and that's going to become a real bad place to
be. Your little game is causing an uproar back East. My phone has been
ringing off the hook all morning..."
"Enough of this bull shit, Neal. Here's the deal. All past sins are
forgiven and forgotten. That's first...Second...I want a `get out of jail
free card.'" Something on file. Something I can use in the future...If I
happen to slip up. Comprende ?"
"Tamarack, you're on drugs...Nobody is going to go out on a limb for that
kind of a deal ! Well, maybe they'll forget the past ? Just maybe ?"
"Work on it, Neal. And take a little time to sit down and figure out how
you're going to write this up on your resume. I'll be in touch." I broke the
connection and tossed the cell phone out of the van. It bounced four times
before it became a whole bunch of small pieces.
#####
It was dark. I looked at my watch and found it was just zero two hundred.
I sensed Erin breathing next to me. I could hear the TV in the front room and
see the light under the door so I rolled out of bed. Dale was drinking a beer
and watching Fox.
"Anything new ?"
"Looks like they're clamping down on the press a little. There's no
longer helicopter news coverage 'cause somebody has put a `no fly' zone around
the mansion. Still no mention of bodies or explosions. They were quite
impressive, Malibu. I figured you were halucenating about the weapons."
"You guys freed the guards, right ?"
"Yea...You should have seen them run off through the desert. It was funny
as shit...Hey ! Malibu, I'm sorry it went tits up there at the end..."
I laughed. "What the fuck you talking about, sonny boy ! It went fucking
great ! Three went in and three came out. That was the fucking plan.
Bringing out a fourth was only an option. It didn't work out. That's life.
The stuff in the safe was a bonus...Now they don't even out but again; that's
life, sonny boy."
Dale Haggerty looked over at Willy Tamarack. Both of the men were smiling
from ear to ear. Erin O'Connell Tamarack walked out into the front room with
just a "T" shirt on. "Can't you fuckers let a girl get her beauty rest ?"
All three of them started laughing. Erin went to the fridge for a beer.
Willy lit up a bowl...
#####
The three of them drove down out of the mountains a little after four in
the afternoon. It was clear but crisp. The mountains had been in the
twenties. They stopped for gas just outside Salt Lake City. Erin was pumping
and Dale was washing the windows.
I was on the phone. "Bueno, Yo soy Willy Tamarack. Se encuentra Luci ?"
It was our son. I'd been practicing months for this moment.
"Willy !?" She was excited. So was I. I continued in spanish and told
her how sorry I was to hear about her husband. She asked how I knew ? The
fucking internet is just fucking amazing, isn't it !? We chatted about how
cold it was for a few moments before she asked where I was ?
"About six blocks away, if I'm any judge of distance...You busy ? I've
got some friends with me and we were thinking about flying down to Mazatlan in
a couple of days. I wanted to know if you and Pablo would care to join us ?"
A long pause. "You want an answer...Now ?"
"That'd be nice. I could make some plans that way."
"What about me ? About my plans...
"Well...I was thinking that maybe we could talk about that while we're
down in Mexico. I'd like to be able to help make some of those decisions for
you and Pablo in the future. Probably not fair but opportunity knocks only
once...Usually. This happens to be a rather unusual set of circumstances.
But, yea ! I need an answer right now. I seem to remember a young lady on a
snowy night, many years ago, who took a big chance...We had a pretty good
time, didn't we ?
A moment of silence. "You haven't given me much time. How long are we
staying ?"
"Forever."
***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN *****
"Mr. Hemp Freedom for Mr. Helva ("The Star"), please." Laughter was
filling my ear.
"Mr. Freedom...I take it you're ready for that charter flight ? Any
change in destination ?"
"No, Hank. As briefed. There will be five of us and a whole shit load of
gear. How about your number one pickup point ? As briefed ?"
"Yea, Hemp. When ?"
"Day after tomorrow...Fifteen hundred hours and we just might be cutting
it a bit close...comprende ?"
"Spring offensive of '72 ?"
"Yea, Hank...Real close to that..."
"Any of your passengers do any low level shit back then ?"
Now I was laughing. "Yea...Cool as long as the smoking lamp is lit !"
I broke the connection and turned to Erin in the back. "Hand me the other
phone, honey." We were cruising though the barrio. It was dusk. The streets
were just about empty though. Not many were going to be sitting out on their
stoops with the temperature hovering around freezing. Dale parked a block
away.
I was dialing. The phone was ringing. "Hello"
"Malibu here, Neal. We got a deal ?"
"Malibu...They want to sit down and talk."
"Groovy..." Neal stopped me.
"Are you fucking stoned, asshole ?"
I laughed. "My personal habits are none of your concern, buddy. Are we
cooking with gas or should I just disappear ?"
"I'll probably get my butt kicked for telling you this but I think they're
interested. Eleven September changed a lot of rules and priorities...So
anything is possible but as always...I'd be checking six real good, Malibu."
"Count on it...Thanks, Neal. You want me to put in a good word for you ?"
He was laughing his ass off.
"Shit no, Malibu ! I'd have to do my resume all over again."
"Ok ! Here's the deal...There's this convienence store on the highway
just outside of Bryce Canyon..."
#####
"It's in the next block, Willy."
"Ok...You guys cruise around for about a half hour or so. If the porch
light is on, find a parking place and join us. If not...I'll be bumming
around in some doorway, smoking a doobie."
I bounced out of the car and walked rapidly toward the small house in the
next block. The porch light was already on. She was going to go for it !
After crossing the street, I started trotting.
There was a lot of noise inside...Lots of people talking. The door bell
silenced them. Luci opened the door and behind her was about ten if not
fifteen people, looking toward the front door. Some were my age. Many were
younger. Pablo was hanging back with an older gentleman. The silence lasted
a little longer than I was hoping for...But I really wasn't sure what I was
hoping for ? Luci held out her hand so I took it and she turned to face the
crowd.
"Este es Willy Tamarack..." She went on to tell them about how we met in
the library while I was researching prostate cancer and marijuana cultivation,
well she left out the cultivation part...And it would have been a lot more
believable if Pablo wasn't a spitting image of his father...Willy Tamarack.
When Luci finished, everyone started talking at once. It was almost
impossible to answer them all. Some wanted to know how old I was ? Those
were the eight and nine year olds. Pablo wasn't as forward as they were. I
was immersing myself in their culture...Their language. I really felt that my
spanish was descent...Well, maybe not descent but good enough to understand
most everything and answer the simple ones.
"I'm Luci's father." He'd just appeared in front of me...Like a vision.
Pablo was standing by his side, holding his hand. "And just what is it, that
you do ?"
"I'm the chief executive officer of a relatively small trust that attempts
to sway pubic opinion to certain views...Kind of like a lobbyist." He looked
confused. "Comprende ?" He nodded slowly.
"You look remarkably like my grandson."
"Yes, I do, sir. Yes, I do."
"Some families, in these matters, would not forget a wrong you did. Do
you understand this ?"
"Yes, sir. I do. I'd like to apologize...And while we're at it. I'd
like your blessing. I want to make your daughter my wife...With your
permission...Of course." I bowed. Pablo was still holding his hand when we
shook. I think he knew what this was all about ? Then I squatted down to
talk with Pablo.
"You're going to have a big couple of days in front of you, Pablo. You
ever been to Mazatlan ?" He shook his head "no." "It'll be a lot warmer than
here. Do you like Summer, Pablo ?" The young boy was nodding his head up and
down. I smiled. "You better make sure your mother packed your swim suit,
buddy."
The young "Willy Tamarack" ran to his mother and started pulling on her
hand. Luci Dominguez Torres looked over at Willy Tamarack and made a face
before leaning down to listen to her son's querry.
[continued in]
"Welcome to America !"
[part five]
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