The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. It has now come full circle. The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind. These are this week's words: caper,
sharper, (oops!) scarper, trash, bedlam, seams, penny whistle and/or glum, charmed, pork, glossy, pride, trench.
When they were younger, Percy and Ivan would pretend they were secret agents. They would create an imaginative caper to spy on their parents and scarper to find hidden treasures. The games they played made their investigative skills sharper and by the time the brothers were in middle school, they knew they wanted to become real secret agents when they grew up.
One weekend while they were looking for clues and secret messages in the household trash, they found copies of a draft divorce settlement agreement. They knew their lives would never be the same again. Agreeing to not speak of what they found, the brothers bond grew even stronger.
Weeks after their unsettling find they returned home from school to find the house in bedlam, and their mother in tears on the floor, the seams of one of her dress sleeves torn apart. Rushing to her side they managed to calm her enough to tell them what had happened.
She had been walking their dog, Ralphie, as she usually did at that time when he escaped from his collar and wouldn't come back to her when she called. She had gone back to the house to get the small penny whistle they used to call him. When she walked into the house, she found the kitchen drawers turned upside down on the floor, and pictures pulled off the walls and smashed. Hearing a noise upstairs, she found a strange man rummaging through her dresser drawers looking for something. Startled, she screamed and he had grabbed her dress sleeve as he ran from the room.
The boys called the police and stayed with their mother while she worked with a police sketch artist to try to identify the man. When their father finally came home from work with a glum look on his face, he didn't even ask what had happened. He just went into the den and closed the door behind him. Their mother had burst into tears again and ran upstairs to their bedroom.
Stunned at their father's behavior, the boys had quietly knocked on the den door.
Percy opened the door and entered cautiously. "Uh, Father, did you want to know what happened to the house today and why the police were here?"
"I heard about it already. The police came to the office at an inopportune time. My boss was charmed that they interrupted a sales pitch to a potential client. Needless to say, we didn't get their business, and it is highly unlikely that I will get the promotion I wanted. I really don't want to discuss anything more about it. Do you know what your mother is planning for dinner tonight?"
Ivan shifted his feet nervously. "I believe she has a pork loin in the slow cooker."
"Lovely. I hate pork. That will put just the right glossy shine on the day. Let her know that I will be eating dinner out tonight. Again. You can leave now."
The boys looked at each other and backed out of the room, closing the door as they left. This behavior from their father was completely new to them and they weren't sure how to react to his prideful indifference. As they walked towards the stairs to comfort their mother, their father grabbed his trench coat out of the closet and slammed out the front door.
Ivan looked quietly at the door then to Percy.
"We need to find out who that man was and what he was looking for in mother's room. I think father may have had something to do with it."
Percy nodded quietly as they walked upstairs.