The Reason (Chapter 36 Heimskur)

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Nidhogg Moonshine eager to involve himself in the world of Freyja Sullivan attended the first groundbreaking.  There was familiarity with her though he was no longer family.  Time passed since his divorce and with the passage of time she was receptive enough to invite him to the groundbreaking of a Charley’s Chicken Family Restaurant in Albany, New York.  What he suspected was that she wanted to discuss his sister and the events that occurred in the Slaughterhouse in England with his father Salvatore.  During the meeting Freyja informed him that she had a need for security.  Olaf and Bjorn waited in the SUV that Nidhogg travelled in.  Freyja being herself was direct she pointed to the car that Olaf and Bjorn waited in, “I don’t like or forgive them, though they are loyal dogs.  Will you be able to meet my needs minus them?”  Nidhogg had many contacts and he knew that Freyja was looking for a security team that she could trust.  Getting a feel for the environment Nidhogg had an idea, he made a proposal, “My sister is gravely injured” He stood to the side of her as Charles Bassett conversed with a construction foreman, “Sif’s healing well” Freyja replied Nidhogg stood firmly, “Michelle is pregnant with Hinn’s child, her condition has improved drastically but her recovery will take months.  She’s been out of the hospital for nearly a week and will return to Chile with her husband Tomas, soon.  I have been current with Chilean politics.  It is my estimation that Tomas will win the Presidential Election.  He was a name, a sports figure and my sister gave him credibility with her plantation, the political ads that his campaign placed were targeted.  His use of my sister has helped him and when she was attacked the support for his candidacy has become almost unanimous.  However; I do not like him and I will not discuss her pregnancy with him ever.”  Freyja listened she was interested in the developments of her former in laws.  “Hinn” Freyja mentioned Nidhogg nodded, “Does Vega know?” Freyja asked, Nidhogg nodded no, “She will never know” The afternoon in Albany, New York was a foggy one, it had begun to mist softly and winds picked up, “What are you proposing?” Freyja got back to business “I can provide security for you” Nidhogg answered, Freyja looked to Olaf and Bjorn, “They are not allowed” He comprehended when she first told him, “Naturally” He moved from the side of Freyja to directed across from her, “I’m requesting that I be your head of security, you have a new business venture, I’m management, you know how I work.  Can you trust me?”  Freyja moved away from him, she took her time in giving a response, she breathed in deeply, “Trust and having the divorced husband of my daughter while having thugs that abducted my other daughter and stole her art hmm under his employment move into my castle with his new wife.  Sif would be thrilled and I would be a fool.”  Still Nidhogg had hope because the meeting had gotten up to the point of giving the proposal and she was taking time in pondering it.  “Sif lives in Austria, Olaf and Bjorn will be staying in Finland I can secure them positions with Finnish secret service or I could get them security detail with Tomas in Chile.”  While being a mitigating factor Freyja’s change in stance proved that his give made a difference.  Charley’s Chicken Family Restaurants meant that Freyja would reside in America for at least the next two years.  She had a business team that she had a meeting scheduled with to handle her full business portfolio including her spa resort.  Freyja pondered Nidhogg’s proposal, “Recently I formed an organization to manage my assets.  It includes my resorts in Iceland and China, properties, and the majority of Charley’s Chicken Family Restaurants.  Initially in one years time it will consist of 100 locations opening at once.  Within 10 years it will be expanded to 1000.  I do need security and I could use your executive skills.  The purpose of this meeting was to discuss security, but you could be better utilized.  While I am the sole owner, I am CEO of Sullivan Holdings I will be largely tied up in America.  Would you consider being the Executive Manager of Resorts?  As for living arraignments you could perhaps stay in a guest house as I myself spend more time at Lady of The Lake than Freyja’s Paradise in Beijing.  Though the real growth will be in Beijing.  Hotel rooms would be free.”  Freyja knew what Nidhogg’s reaction would be oddly they worked well together though he held his composure really he was thrilled with the offer.  “As you know Freyja, I am not involved in the world of business currently.  That is a generous offer and while it is generous the first order of business is to meet the need of security.  I can meet that need and I will accept your offer if I can also be the head of security.  I will reside in the one of the guest houses with Vega, which will be contingent on the matter of salary with growth incentives and an agreement of non confrontation from either Arianne or Sif.”  Freyja knew that money mattered when it came to the bottom line with Nidhogg.  “Meet me at the rental in Jamestown tomorrow at 1pm, we will discuss figures and go over security and resort business.”  When the discussion was complete Freyja patted Nidhogg on the back, he walked to Charles Bassett gave him a brief farewell patted him on the back then he departed with Olaf and Bjorn, Vega was waiting for him in Boston, Massachusetts.

 

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Sif walked slowly inviting Craig inside of Arianne’s Mansion.  “Is Arianne home” Sif kept walking, he noticed that the luster in her hair had returned, “She brought Gerda with her to meet with a small group of artists.”  Craig reached for her hand, she held it, “How do you fare?” Craig asked as she led the way to her bedroom, “My exterior had healed as far as it will but my bones and ligaments need more mending.”  Her soft touch gave Craig shivers.  After the both of them were in her room she closed the door.  In time Sif's strength would return though she seemed mentally defeated, he was sad for her current mental state.  Her bed was king size with Chinese silk sheets her curtains were silk mesh black, probably to resemble the pain the she had been feeling.  She wore a simple cotton dress bound together by a strap in the middle.  “I want to show you what I have done this week.”  Craig was caught by surprise she unbound her dress unclothing.  Never was she ashamed of herself she revealed her naked body, from the front she was always alluring, that wasn’t the question.  Just below her left shoulder there was a visible scar from the exit of the bullet.  Craig felt her pain, he knew that it was more than skin deep especially for a woman that was of her stature.  He took off his shirt extended his arm showing the scar from the bullet wound as well as the two knife scars from when he was stabbed by Djinn.  She turned around, part of her back was covered with a plastic wrapping, “Take it off”.  Upon first glance it looked awful but he was not a squeamish man, as he pulled down the plastic wrapping clung from lineament underneath there was a tattoo that covered her scar that he guessed was still fresh.  There was a dragon, mostly black and red puffing grey smoke from its nostrils.  “Why did you get a tattoo so soon? Didn’t it hurt?”  Craig held the plastic wrap taut he softly placed it back over the area softly patting it onto her back, “I drank a bottle of vodka, it hurt greatly but it was all a blur and now it is done and I am satisfied with its outcome.”  Sif placed her hands on his chest, “I want you to take me”  His shoulders slumped.  “Your wounded!”  “The Chase is better than the catch, I’m the Chase - my scars are the catch” He placed his hands on her hips, “Faith went through with the divorce, she’s pregnant and she might not keep it” Sif did not hesitate as a women like her does not, “You saved me” Arianne walked into her mansion making her presence known, Craig emerged from Sif’s bedroom in time to greet his daughter Gerda, he picked her up in his arms.  Gerda being a five year old little girl with dark brown hair and green eyes was like her sister Jennifer in that she was prim.  Her demeanor was soft, she was not a talkative girl with strangers, but her father was not a stranger. She was excited about attending school in America, she talked of her class mates that were in her Kindergarten class at the prep school that she attended.  Gerda being bi lingual speaking Icelandic and English had a slight germanic accent.  Some of the kids made fun of her because of it, but she was unlike Craig when he was her age.  When he was a boy Craig was sort of a bully because he was the youngest of three boys that fought with each other daily.  Gerda had a dry personality, she thought that the boys that made fun of her were stupid.  She used the Icelandic word for stupid "Heimskur" she told them so using the word Heimskur pushing a boy in her class kicking him in the shin making him cry.  She was sent to the principals office that day.  As she told her father that truth she feared for his punishment.  Craig looked to his daughter with not with anger, he told her, "I'm glad that you stood up for yourself even if you got in trouble, none of your classmates understand Icelandic, if you want to call them names do it in Icelandic.  That will be your secret.”  Gerda was happy to have her father on her side he kissed her forehead.  Craig’s other children attended public school but they would be attending a new school when they moved to California.  Arianne interrupted them, Gerda ran to the kitchen while the adults talked in the hallway.  “I’m taking Sif out” Craig said “Im mad at you for breaking our meetings and avoiding me.” He knew that she would be mad and he was avoiding her because he wanted to uncomplicated himself, “I don’t owe you an explanation, but there is a reason” Arianne looked to her feet, "That's not good enough" Sif heard the conversation between the two in the long hall like walkway leading to a large parlor like piano room that connected 5 bedrooms together.  She changed from her loose fitting dress into a soft black cotton turtleneck putting the shirt on injured side first, she had a method for dressing knowing the areas that hurt the most when she stretched beyond the limits of comfortability.  She slipped on navy blue denim khakis and back lip on shoes.  As she walked to the kitchen where Craig was waiting with Gerda she had a bit more momentum in her walk, “Where are we going and where’s my sister?”  Craig pulled out the keys in his pockets, “It’s a surprise and she’s not talking to me” He kissed his daughter on the cheek and then he held Sif’s hand as they walked toward the exit of the mansion.  Arianne walked out of her room catching a glimpse of Craig holding Sif’s hand, her blood boiled and stomach churned with jealousy.

 

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Faith was all alone in WaPaHu, Hawaii.  The first night she slept at her parents house in her old bed, it brought her to another time that was simple and penniless but she was happy with what little that she had.  Life had been a blur for months, laying in her own bed she had glimpses of clarity and the comfort of familiarity.  She slid her hand in between the box spring and mattress, it was still there.  Just as she remembered as she pulled it from the inbetween.  The one thing that she was grateful for was that her parents were never the prying type, she bet that her parents rarely stepped foot into her bedroom if at all.  It was a diary, nearly 400 pages worth.  She rubbed the red leather flower imprinted exterior pulling the ribbon that clasped it closed.  The diary captured many days of her youth with periods of months slipping by without submissions starting when she was fifteen years old.  Most of the pages that she read filled her with laughter along with tears until the time that she began to read about Dom.  Reading her own words that seemed like a lifetime ago she reconnected with herself.  Now that she was in her 30's she was much wiser and a woman, the advice that she would give to herself.  It made her feel to reconnect with herself, she cherished the comfort of being sad.  Reading her experiences with Dom made her angry, she had to take breaks from reading further.  It was nearly midnight she opened up her parents liquor cabinet, her father always drank cheap liquor that’s something that she remembered.  None of what was in the cabinets were drinkable unless she wanted to resort to drinking rubbing alcohol.  Nope she walked out of the house, she figured to check inside of her father’s barn.  As she opened up the doors she flicked on the lights, it was empty.  Her father always liked the barn empty but at one time when she first met Craig, Faith had the barn stocked to the brim with Dionysus Refined product.  No it was not a small barn being that at one time it was used to house cows and bulls.  As she scoured the barn it was empty but finally there was a pallet that had several boxes on it.  She opened the boxes there were candles and dozens of bottles of wine.  She grabbed 2 bottles of chardonnay and 2 moments of life candles.  When she got back to her bedroom she lit the candles grabbed a wine glass that she kept on her desk in her bedroom and filled it with wine.  With the lights out in her bedroom the flames flickered giving a soft natural light, her diary was readable.  Moonlight peered through the window, it was a full moon.  Under the light of candle and moon she continued to read her diary.  The words that she read was of a impressionable young woman that knew no different with the hope of the promise of a happy life.  On her good days she’d write about aspirations, feelings, and her sex life.  Dom was abusive and manipulative, toying with her.  Her fights and struggles and second guessing of herself that always lead her back with him were all written in her diary, all of the hurts were fresh as she read them.  She hurt for her former self.  By the time that she was near the end of her diary she was drunk, but holding on to her consciousness reading her own words.  Her last page was written after her first date with Craig.  She remembered the feeling of excitement and attraction as well as fear of a man that had widowed her cousin and already had kids and a life.  Faith closed the diary nearing sunrise, she left the candles lit sleeping like a kitten wrapped in blankets.

 

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Percival was not having it!  No he was not a happy camper and he wanted to throw Jim Buck out of the hotel room five stories up.  If he were a stranger that ratted on him maybe that would have been a reality, because that's how its done.  Percival drank a glass of gin and tangeray with a face like it was vinegar because he was bitter and pouting.  Rebecca Cauldron pleaded with him to drive back home with her.  His mind was set.  Sure he did miss Le Persil and all of its stink, it was his home and business, like a man that had given up an addiction that ran his life he was ready to live the rest of his time in south Florida.  In fact he had begun browsing houses that were for sale.  Now he did not want a divorce, but if Rebecca would not move with him then so be it.  Hurt feelings remained from her appearance at Le Persil she saved Keith Thornhill but she killed a part of Percival in doing that thing. 

 

After the first couple of days in Florida relations had begun to smooth with Rebecca and Percival she had decided to give in and look for a real estate agent to look for a new home.  Rebecca was a realist knowing that based on her own principle she had to show Percival that she didn't lose to his will.  During the first day in Florida she noticed the Patriots coin sitting on the counter, it seemed peculiar.  Back in New England they owned property, even for the process of moving Percival demanded that movers do all of the work.  He didn’t want to sell the house, he figured to give it to his son Dick Cauldron and have his belongings hauled to him.  Rebecca called him names including coward for not talking to their son face to face.  After a week in Florida with several days of merged relations with a woman that he hadn’t gotten along with Jim Buck had to get back up north as his vacation was nearing its end.  While he was near to the age of retirement he was not quite ready to call it quits with either Patricia or Le Persil.  For a very long time he had been Percival’s right hand man and being that Percy was in his 80s there were no promises, their parting was bittersweet because they were both men that liked the same things including one another’s company.  The trust built between the two men was never broken.  It didn’t take long for Percival to buy a home in Largo Florida.  Picking the second home that he looked at.  Rebecca went along with him, she had considered moving to Florida over the years mainly because of the cold winters in New England.  Many former employees of both Le Persil and Medaglione Firearems retired throughout the state of Florida.  She didn’t want to divorce the man that she had been with for nearly fifty years so she did what a good woman does.  Rebecca accepted moving to Florida with Percival, but not without her own terms and conditions.  She handwrote Percival an informal contract during dinner the night that Percival bought the new home.  She slid it over to him with a pen as he began to eat a bowl of Manila clams.


Submitted: January 13, 2021

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