Anthony J. Crowley (
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tramitem_net2020-05-19 03:39 pm
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You're my only hope
[ Anthony looked frazzled as he cast a careful glance over his shoulder before slipping back under what appeared to be a blanket fort so he could stare at his phone. ]
Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!
[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]
Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...
[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]
What is this?
[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]
Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!
[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]
Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!
[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]
Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.
[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]
Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.
Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!
[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]
Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...
[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]
What is this?
[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]
Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!
[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]
Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!
[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]
Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.
[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]
Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.
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That's- that would be really great! I- uh, if- if you wouldn't mind, I mean.
[Elliott crams a cookie in his mouth to shut himself up, then blinks, swallowing] These are really good, by the way.
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You're quite welcome! I don't mind helping out such a nice young man. And I'm so very glad you like the biscuits. They are an old family recipe passed down from my grandmother's side of the family. Oh! This is silly! I'm just sitting here chatting to you and worrying... Would it be too much to ask if you could go down to the gardens and see what is really going on? You can text me about it? Anthony won't think to. He will be too busy with whatever is going on. And it won't be dangerous. I'm sure if there is a fire they will have the whole place roped off by now.
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[Elliott briefly wonders if Anthony has had enough time to do whatever it was. Had he said a few hours? But he couldn't exactly refuse, either. Anyway, the guy definitely wasn't at the gardens, so he'd just text him and catch a bus home.
He stands with a smile] Thanks for inviting me in- and for the cookies.
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[ Evelyn clapped her hands, happier than she had been all morning, as she was up and bouncing around the room in quick time. Her phone number was written on a slip of paper and tucked neatly into a small bag of cookies which were handed to Elliott in a neatly wrapped little bundle. ]
A snack for later, since you enjoyed them so much and to thank you for looking into this for me. Anthony can be such a handful.
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Thank you, ma'am. I'm sure your son is okay, but I'll let you know what's going on as soon as I get there.
[He leaves with a wave, then closes the door behind him and sighs. Checks his phone for the next bus and texts Anthony once he reaches the stop]
She sent me to check on the gardens and let her know what's going on. I'm heading home now.
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[He considers asking about the garden job thing, but he didn't really do all that much. It feels like a lot to ask for so little. ..Maybe he'd bring it up more casually later.]
I'm good though, thanks.
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[ It would be left there then, but once Anthony returned home his mum would remember to tell him about the nice young man who visited and his desire to work at the gardens. ]
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[And half an hour later, a short series of texts chime through to his mother]
Hey Mrs. Crowley, this is Elliott.
...Did I introduce myself? I'm so sorry if I didn't!!
Anyway, it looks like the Gardens are fine! A false alarm, thank god. But yeah, seems like everything is okay after all. Sorry to have worried you!
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What a relief!
I was beginning to wonder as there has been nothing on the TV or internet about it.
And I forgot to ask your name! I'm sorry. It's been a rough few weeks.
Thank you for checking for me. You are an angel!
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