I Woke Up 33 by M.P. Arsent
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I finally made it back home late Sunday afternoon. I walked into the house and Pete was there waiting on me.
"By the look on your face I would say things worked out well."
"Better than I had any right to hope for. Alls right with the world Pete. Karl's opinion of the whole thing is that Aaron actually did us a favor,which I am sure will make Aaron breath a little easier."
"You going over to tell him now or you gonna make him sweat a bit longer?"
"I think he's already sweated enough. I'll call him."
At that instant the doorbell rang.
"Or maybe not."
It was Aaron.
"How deep is the shit I'm in?"
"Take a deep breath and relax. Karl thinks you did us a favor and I'm pretty sure he's right."
"Come again?"
"We couldn't move forward until I was sure of what Karl and I had. The way I felt yesterday morning was a pretty clear indication. I may not have my memory back,but there's no doubt in my mind about how I feel about Karl now."
"So I'm still going to be best man at your wedding?"
"If that was the plan before I don't see any reason to change it."
"Thank the stars. I might even be able to sleep tonight."
"Go home and relax Aaron. It's what I'm going to do the rest of the day. Lord knows I got little enough sleep last night."
"I think I'm going to my room. I don't need to hear the details."
"You wouldn't be getting them anyway Pete. What happens between Karl and me is only for Karl and me."
"Yeah well I still need to go and study a certain manual. Seems somebody is on my case to learn to drive."
"You really should learn Pete. You never know when you might have to in an emergency."
"I'm outta here. This is one discussion I don't want to get in the middle of."
"I'll see you in the morning Aaron."
"We kicking in the next half mile tomorrow?"
"Damn right we are."
"Ok later dudes."
Aaron went home,Pete went to his room and I headed for the office and found the book I had been reading,trying to get ahead. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Pete was shaking my shoulder.
"Moms got supper on the table."
"Your mom? Oh yeah it's Sunday,Mrs Ohanlon is off."
I got myself together and we made our way out to the kitchen for dinner. A pork roast with potatos Au Grautin and peas,and it was every bit as good as Mrs Ohanlons.
"You really didn't need to go to all of this bother Mrs Pershing."
"It was no bother really Dennis. Having everything to work with made it very easy. Quite a change from having just a basic kitchen I must say. So you're not worrying about it,I have Mrs Ohanlons permission to use it when she is off as long as I clean up after myself."
"And I'm sure that's not going to be a problem."
"Are you kidding me Den? We may not have had much,but you could damn happy well eat off the floors at our place."
We ate a peaceful dinner and when I tried to help clean up Mrs Pershing shooed us both out of the kitchen.
The evening passed quietly and it seemed we all had the idea to retire early,though I knew I wouldn't sleep until I got Karls text.
Sure enough right at 11 the phone buzzed with a text.
"Sleep well lover."
I sent back "I will tonight lover".
Next morning I was up and out to find Aaron and Roland waiting on me. It was down the street and 4 laps around the track and home again.
Showered and dressed I went to the kitchen for breakfast. Mrs Pershing was already there and wearing one of the nicer outfits we had gotten her.
"I hope you have yourself a good day Mrs Pershing."
"Dennis would you please do me a favor and call me Millie or I'll have to start calling you Mr Sawyer."
"Only if you are sure and Peter is ok with it."
"Yes I'm sure."
"And I'm ok with it. Give them what for today mom."
"And you take it easy today young man."
"I'll be makin sure of that Millie."
Pete looked as if he was about to say something.
"Pete don't I'm pretty sure you'd loose."
"I think you might well be right Dennis."
Shortly Millie was out the back door and I was out to the garage and we would both be on our way to work.
Today would be the day to start looking for the test package. The morning mail was delivered and sorted and nothing from Malbards Enterpises. The same with the afternoon mail.
Day one had come and gone without our making any progress.
It was home again to find Millie just bubbling over with excitement.
"Oh at first I felt so awkward in there with all of those 20 something girls,but when we got down to it I found I was so much more prepared than they were. Dennis I can't thank you enough for making me get that computer."
"If it's helping you get through the class it was worth the investment."
After dinner the night settled into the regular routine of a bit of television and then Millie excusing herself and eventually Pete and I going to our rooms for the evening.
The usual exchange of texts at 11 and then bed.
Tuesday morning went the same as Monday with our jogging and Millie and I getting off to work.
The morning mail had nothing out of the ordinary and the morning passed uneventfully. The afternoon mail came in and I sorted it without finding the package from Malbards.
I returned from delivering the mail and I saw Bob signing for a large envelope. When he looked at it his head came up and swiveled around until his eye landed on me. He held up the package and I got the message.