Wednesday Banshee
Nov. 7th, 2012 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2I know - who am I and why am I posting here?! Damned if I know for sure, but I feel like a great weight has lifted. ^____^ This makes me want to tackle the 'new' lj. So, y'know, if this shows up looking screwy, I haven't finished figuring out what's changed.
Sure, I could go look up the new stuff, but where's the fun in that? ^_o
Here goes...
BFB Part 104 - Freaky
My morning turned out relatively uneventful, given the week's previous events. Not to say it was easy, dealing with the seemingly endless stream of appraisers. Wrangling art and antiques appraisers was a bit like trying to herd hyperactive cats, but something else interrupted my sheep-dogging.
I came through the kitchen with an appraiser and spotted Gisela sitting at the breakfast table, her head down on her folded arms. Karl was sitting next to her, rubbing her back and looking... peeved. I off-loaded my appraiser onto Moira and returned to see what had happened now. On my way, I passed one of the Puma crew. He grinned at me and held up five fingers. Apparently, they'd finished five rooms upstairs. I gave him a thumbs-up and he trotted on toward the back stairs. At least something was under control.
I retrieved a soda from the refrigerator as an excuse to hover. “Karl...?”
He sighed. “You know, I realize that wanting to murder someone is a terrible thing, but... Dammit,” he growled.
I dropped down in a chair on Gisela's other side. “Shit. What's he done now?”
“We wanted to talk to the people on the other side of the deal, just in case we might be able to work something to overturn the sale. Not only did they say 'no', we have only 10 days to vacate.”
My jaw dropped. Ten days?! And Miles never bothered to mention this?! Holy crap! I couldn't even gather a curse dire enough.
Gisela raised her head then and tried to smile at me. She'd been crying, but she wasn't now. “Just another example of my stupidity in letting Miles handle things,” she murmured.
I just shook my head. What could I say to that? Nothing. Miles just kept edging himself closer to the cliff's edge.
“Do you need help in finding a place to live,” came out of my mouth before I realized it was even in my head.
“Oh, you are so sweet,” she breathed and reached to touch my hand. “No, we can handle that. There are plenty of vacant homes in the area; just a matter of getting something quickly.”
“We were just expecting to have at least a couple of months,” Karl said tiredly. “I am so tempted to hunt Miles down and beat the crap out of him.”
Gisela shook her head. “Not worth it, bro.”
He grumbled an agreement, then got to his feet to get himself a beer. “I'm going to stand on the side terrace and curse for a while,” he muttered mildly. “Loudly.”
“I'm okay,” said Gisela to me. “Crying is over for the moment.” She got to her feet, snagging her coffee cup and refilling it. “I better call the realtor again,” she sighed and gave me a wan smile. “Thanks, Duo, for making this a lot easier than it could have been.”
“I wish I could turn back time,” I muttered. She just shrugged. “Yeah, that'd probably lead to even bigger messes.”
I headed back to my herding, patting her shoulder as I went by. I do know when to let it go, but damn, it was hard.
Sure, I could go look up the new stuff, but where's the fun in that? ^_o
Here goes...
BFB Part 104 - Freaky
My morning turned out relatively uneventful, given the week's previous events. Not to say it was easy, dealing with the seemingly endless stream of appraisers. Wrangling art and antiques appraisers was a bit like trying to herd hyperactive cats, but something else interrupted my sheep-dogging.
I came through the kitchen with an appraiser and spotted Gisela sitting at the breakfast table, her head down on her folded arms. Karl was sitting next to her, rubbing her back and looking... peeved. I off-loaded my appraiser onto Moira and returned to see what had happened now. On my way, I passed one of the Puma crew. He grinned at me and held up five fingers. Apparently, they'd finished five rooms upstairs. I gave him a thumbs-up and he trotted on toward the back stairs. At least something was under control.
I retrieved a soda from the refrigerator as an excuse to hover. “Karl...?”
He sighed. “You know, I realize that wanting to murder someone is a terrible thing, but... Dammit,” he growled.
I dropped down in a chair on Gisela's other side. “Shit. What's he done now?”
“We wanted to talk to the people on the other side of the deal, just in case we might be able to work something to overturn the sale. Not only did they say 'no', we have only 10 days to vacate.”
My jaw dropped. Ten days?! And Miles never bothered to mention this?! Holy crap! I couldn't even gather a curse dire enough.
Gisela raised her head then and tried to smile at me. She'd been crying, but she wasn't now. “Just another example of my stupidity in letting Miles handle things,” she murmured.
I just shook my head. What could I say to that? Nothing. Miles just kept edging himself closer to the cliff's edge.
“Do you need help in finding a place to live,” came out of my mouth before I realized it was even in my head.
“Oh, you are so sweet,” she breathed and reached to touch my hand. “No, we can handle that. There are plenty of vacant homes in the area; just a matter of getting something quickly.”
“We were just expecting to have at least a couple of months,” Karl said tiredly. “I am so tempted to hunt Miles down and beat the crap out of him.”
Gisela shook her head. “Not worth it, bro.”
He grumbled an agreement, then got to his feet to get himself a beer. “I'm going to stand on the side terrace and curse for a while,” he muttered mildly. “Loudly.”
“I'm okay,” said Gisela to me. “Crying is over for the moment.” She got to her feet, snagging her coffee cup and refilling it. “I better call the realtor again,” she sighed and gave me a wan smile. “Thanks, Duo, for making this a lot easier than it could have been.”
“I wish I could turn back time,” I muttered. She just shrugged. “Yeah, that'd probably lead to even bigger messes.”
I headed back to my herding, patting her shoulder as I went by. I do know when to let it go, but damn, it was hard.
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Date: 2012-11-07 10:12 pm (UTC)No, I take that back, calling Miles a shit is an insult to excrement.
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Date: 2012-11-11 07:34 pm (UTC)He's a financial wanna-be. =_=