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Calixto

Barón y Tarazona
290
?Years Young
43 Posts

"There are even rumors that we are descended from Hatuey, an early Taíno chief of Cuba, but that, my dear lady, is an entirely ridiculous hypothesis."


"I've had an Old fashioned, they're alright. Prefer a manhattan or Bees Knees but if nothing else I can take a few shots of whiskey or scotch or bourbon too. Honest, I'm not picky," she declared.

“I am glad to hear that you are so easy to please.” Beamed the Baron, helping her down the outside steps of the apartment block.

"And I promise, hon, I will not ask you to make me an old fashioned," she added with a chuckle.

“Good!” he said, looking serious, but with a twinkle in his eye. “I will get the Maid to bring a bottle of bitters anyway, though, we will need that to make Manhattans. I am afraid that I am not familiar with the knees of the bees, but if it will aid your recovery, I will get the recipe and make you a bucket full.”

As they finally neared the parked car, she admitted, "I will be so glad to get off my feet again.I wonder if I can take a bath? I should have asked the doc."

The Baron nodded, the doctor hadn’t mentioned that, and he did not particularly want to have to telephone and ask. “It will be fine!” he concluded “I can always wrap your thigh in something waterproof, er, or rather the maid can.” he corrected himself, being very considerate of her delicacy now, which was ironic, considering that a couple of hours ago he had been quite literally ripping her clothes off.

They were soon in the car and on their way. There was no reason to head back into Miami proper; instead, Ho swung the car around as if they were heading toward South Beach but then took a couple of right turns and soon they were heading through an area that alternated the sunny white walled houses of the suburbs, palm trees and middle class affluence. 

“So,” Calixto ruminated “When we get in, we will phone my sister about sending the maid – and the bitters! – and, let us think: your place of work to explain that you have been taken ill, and, hmm, is there anybody else who needs to know about your injury? Friends, relations? I would not want anyone to be worrying about you, if you have disappeared from home.


Grace (Gracie) Stroud

Waitress
364
?Years Young
163 Posts

The song is done. The melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on.


He was so agreeable, eager to please, and a gentleman in all things. She had already expressed her gratitude but it bore repeating.

"How kind of you in all this, if only you had been my father, I would have never left home," Gracie smiled once back in the car."

"Do you think this maid of your sister's will be upset having been taken away from her regular duties to tend to some wounded person she does not even know? I mean I doubt she ever considered her job might entail the sort of things a nurse has to do?" she worried aloud.

Gracie was very impressed with the neighborhood as they reached it. This baron certainly had money but then she figured most nobles were very rich indeed. That was hardly the case but she was quite ignorant about such matters. Terazona was once more considering what should come next in her healing process. He approved the bath with precautions of course.

“So,” Calixto ruminated “When we get in, we will phone my sister about sending the maid – and the bitters! – and, let us think: your place of work to explain that you have been taken ill, and, hmm, is there anybody else who needs to know about your injury? Friends, relations? I would not want anyone to be worrying about you, if you have disappeared from home."

"Yes work needs to know. Depending who answers I will probably tell them I'm sick, yeah. And then I definitely need to make one particular phone call.... if for that I could have some privacy when I make that? I would appreciate it. I don't have any family or even relatives so let's just say this would be in the 'friend' category," she answered.

 


Calixto

Barón y Tarazona
290
?Years Young
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"There are even rumors that we are descended from Hatuey, an early Taíno chief of Cuba, but that, my dear lady, is an entirely ridiculous hypothesis."


"How kind of you in all this, if only you had been my father, I would have never left home," Gracie smiled once back in the car."

“I am not, er, quite old enough to be your Father!” he assured her. It was nice that she appreciated his help, but that wasn’t really the way he wanted a pretty young woman to think of him. He didn’t enquire further about what was wrong with her father, it mustn’t be a nice tale, he supposed. That would be a topic of conversation for a later time.

"Do you think this maid of your sister's will be upset having been taken away from her regular duties to tend to some wounded person she does not even know? I mean I doubt she ever considered her job might entail the sort of things a nurse has to do?" she worried aloud.

This made the Baron laugh. “Ha! Nanette?! She will love it. Don’t be surprised if she turns up wearing a nurse’s uniform! She is a very vivacious girl, enthusiastic about everything. I’ve even seen her get excited about doing the washing up before now.” he chortled, shaking his head. Then his face fell.

“Oh! I am assuming that she will send Nanette. Oh God, what if she sends Magda? If she sends Magda it is we who will be doing the washing up! Or even worse, if she sends Olga over, oh Lord. No! No, she will send Nanette, all will be fine and splendid!” he convinced himself and resumed his happy smile and asked her about any phone calls she might need to make.

"Yes work needs to know. Depending who answers I will probably tell them I'm sick, yeah. And then I definitely need to make one particular phone call.... if for that I could have some privacy when I make that? I would appreciate it. I don't have any family or even relatives so let's just say this would be in the 'friend' category," she answered.

“Oh, well, you can just use the telephone in your bedroom.” He replied matter-of-factly “Of course, it is a party line, so make sure that there are no nosy maids or Barons listening in when you make your ‘friend category’ calls.” he teased her.

Soon they reached the house, which was big and beautiful in the old Spanish style which still survived in some parts of the outer suburbs. Ho carried Gracie’s bags in and the Baron supported her to the large wooden double front doors, which the chauffeur had opened up for them.

Entering the hall, he guided her to the left and offered her a seat in a large, spacious and sunlit room which was clearly the heart of the house. It was beautifully, but not over-furnished and dominated not so much by the grand piano or the old-world looking dark wood settees and chairs, or even by the intriguing and ancient looking globe in the corner, but by a photograph of a very beautiful young woman that sat on the mantle.

 

 


Grace (Gracie) Stroud

Waitress
364
?Years Young
163 Posts

The song is done. The melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on.


Gracie looked almost stricken, "Oh gosh, I didn't mean it that way. I do not think yer that old, I don't always make myself clear. I am so sorry. It's just today your concern and care for me is almost fatherly. But no, I'm sure you aren't all that many years older than me."

Truth was she did guess him to be at least 15 years older though but she was not about to get that specific.

He rebounded well from the possible offense though and started naming and describing his sister's various servants. Nanette sounded good, the others apparently not so good.

"Hopefully it is Nanette then," she observed.

He graciously offered the use of a phone that was actually in the bedroom she would be staying in. Now that would be most convenient. Gracie imagined a big rich house like this place probably was loaded with phones, she herself didn't even have any phone at all in her apartment.

"Oh thank you yet again, I will use that then. I don't know about the maid but I'm definitely  not worried you would ever  eavesdrop on me for it is not in you to do such a thing being the gentleman you are."

Once inside the place proved to be as luxurious as she guessed it would be. It must be amazing to be rich she imagined as she gawked around. There was an impressive big piano there which put the one used on the Chateuse to shame. He assisted her over to a cushioned seat. Of course her eyes were drawn to the photo.

"Oh is this Mrs. Tarazona? She is beautiful," she remarked.


Calixto

Barón y Tarazona
290
?Years Young
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"There are even rumors that we are descended from Hatuey, an early Taíno chief of Cuba, but that, my dear lady, is an entirely ridiculous hypothesis."


“Oh thank you yet again, I will use that then. I don't know about the maid but I'm definitely not worried you would ever eavesdrop on me for it is not in you to do such a thing being the gentleman you are."

“Of course not, er, I’m afraid that was a small joke. I must warn you, Gracie, I make them now and again. Do not worry, they are never very funny, so you will not exacerbate your wound by laughing at them.” He explained dryly.

Once inside the place proved to be as luxurious as she guessed it would be. It must be amazing to be rich she imagined as she gawked around. There was an impressive big piano there which put the one used on the Chateuse to shame. He assisted her over to a cushioned seat. Of course her eyes were drawn to the photo.

"Oh is this Mrs. Tarazona? She is beautiful," she remarked.

“Ahh, my Liesl.” The Baron’s sigh of the girl in the photograph's name was tinged with bitter-sweet melancholy

“Once upon a time, I had dreams that she might accept that title, foolish and unrealistic dreams, perhaps, but before I could find out, she was carried away from me. I am afraid that she was far too good a soul for this world.” he explained. Although the sadness was profound and  inescapable, he always liked it when new people were introduced to her for the first time: she almost lived again then, especially on an early evening like this as the Sun began to dip toward the horizon, shadows lengthened and time itself seemed to stretch itself flat.

“In a way, her death, which shattered me at the time, has saved me a lot of heartache in the long run. I have never been able to fall in love again, since. Can you understand that, Gracie? To have had and then to have lost that one great love in your life which can never be equaled again, and against which any further affairs are just pale, insipid … cheap imitations?” he ruminated, staring at the portrait all the time. He sounded more philosophical than upset, and indeed these were thoughts that he had rehearsed in his mind and in his heart every day for the last seven years.

He suddenly snapped out of it and turned and smiled at the girl on the couch.

“I am so sorry, Gracie, you are here to get better and hopefully have some fun into the bargain: not listen to a silly old man blubbing about his long lost loves! Let us see if your room is ready, Ho should have taken up all your luggage now.” He held out a hand to help her up out of the seat.


Grace (Gracie) Stroud

Waitress
364
?Years Young
163 Posts

The song is done. The melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on.


Gracie had no idea what 'exacerate' or whatever he had just said, meant but she figured it couldn't be good so she just nodded and smiled. She did like humor as much as the next person, today just hadn't given her much cause for laughter. Though he had brightened it by his kindness.

Her guess at who that was in the framed picture only revealed sadness though. The poor man had lost this beautiful woman in his past.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," she sympathized.

“In a way, her death, which shattered me at the time, has saved me a lot of heartache in the long run. I have never been able to fall in love again, since. Can you understand that, Gracie? To have had and then to have lost that one great love in your life which can never be equaled again, and against which any further affairs are just pale, insipid … cheap imitations?”  

"I can, I know how you feel. I lost the love of my life too, not that long ago. My boyfriend Johnnie - though we were much more than just that. It's just that we did not get married, neither of us thought that was important," she easily admitted this part of her past because she was comfortable with him.

“I am so sorry, Gracie, you are here to get better and hopefully have some fun into the bargain: not listen to a silly old man blubbing about his long lost loves! Let us see if your room is ready, Ho should have taken up all your luggage now.” He held out a hand to help her up out of the seat.

"No, it is quite alright. You are not a silly old man, not at all. And....well, while I get your feelings on that I am no longer certain that love can't happen more than once in our lives. I've .....umm, maybe I can tell you more about myself tomorrow, after I've had a nice sleep and feel like my head is more clear tomorrow. I do think I owe you the truth about me and what all is going on with me," she spoke even as she stood up unsteadily with a bit of a wince then accompanied him at their slow steady pace.


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Calixto

Barón y Tarazona
290
?Years Young
43 Posts

"There are even rumors that we are descended from Hatuey, an early Taíno chief of Cuba, but that, my dear lady, is an entirely ridiculous hypothesis."


"No, it is quite alright. You are not a silly old man, not at all. And....well, while I get your feelings on that I am no longer certain that love can't happen more than once in our lives. I've .....umm, maybe I can tell you more about myself tomorrow, after I've had a nice sleep and feel like my head is more clear tomorrow. I do think I owe you the truth about me and what all is going on with me,"

The Baron nodded “There is no need to tell me anything that you do not want to, you are here to get better.” He said simply, helping her up. “Now, let us get you safely to your room and you can phone your, er, make your ‘friends category call’ and then I can talk to my sister and have her send Nanette around, and everything will be just like the knees of the bees, eh?”

It was slow going up the stairs all right, but hopefully worth it when the Spaniard showed Gracie into a beautifully appointed light bedroom, complete with a telephone and, miracle of the age, an en suite bathroom and toilet. Even in the dying light of the day, there was something light and cheery about the room.

 

 

Looking about, apart from the almost inevitable photograph in pride of place, there were odd bits of female impedimenta littering the dresser and bedside table. The Baron felt obliged to explain these.

“Ah, I am afraid my sister stays here occasionally, anything of hers, please feel free to use. She tends to use things once or twice and then leave them discarded all over the place.” He nearly added ‘But enough about her love life.’ But remembered his promise not to make any more jokes.

He brought the phone over to where she sat. “Do you know the number? This is a direct line telephone, you do not need to go through the operator, unless you do not know the number.” He explained. Phones like this had only existed in Miami for a couple of years so, he reasoned, the girl might not be familiar with them.

Next to the phone was the only other picture in the room, a more candid snap of a dark haired woman playing with the sand on a beach.

 


Grace (Gracie) Stroud

Waitress
364
?Years Young
163 Posts

The song is done. The melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on.


The Baron nodded “There is no need to tell me anything that you do not want to, you are here to get better.” He said simply, helping her up.

"But I would like to tell you," Gracie was determined now that her mind was made up, he should know.

“Now, let us get you safely to your room and you can phone your, er, make your ‘friends category call’ and then I can talk to my sister and have her send Nanette around, and everything will be just like the knees of the bees, eh?”  

She could not help but smile at his concluding words, "Yeah, sure."

But it really wouldn't be though, not as long as Turk Flagg was gunning for her. She had to get him first.

She ended up being escorted to an obvious woman's bedroom and noticed another fine photograph of the poor Baron's deceased love. He quickly explained his sister often stayed here too and these were her things. Oh the bedroom even had a phone in it. Ahhh, rich people. Quite the life.

He brought the phone over to where she sat. “Do you know the number? This is a direct line telephone, you do not need to go through the operator, unless you do not know the number.” He explained.

"Yes, he gave me his number, thank you. We got one of these at work...not on the ship but on shore of course," she nodded.

"I can take it from here then, thank you again, Baron," she wasn't about to start dialing though. He afterall had promised her privacy.


Calixto

Barón y Tarazona
290
?Years Young
43 Posts

"There are even rumors that we are descended from Hatuey, an early Taíno chief of Cuba, but that, my dear lady, is an entirely ridiculous hypothesis."


The Baron nodded “There is no need to tell me anything that you do not want to, you are here to get better.” He said simply, helping her up.

"But I would like to tell you," Gracie was determined now that her mind was made up, he should know.

“That is fine. All in good time, all in good time” he intoned gently, patting her arm as he led her up a wide wooden staircase with beautifully carved banisters and a handrail built for a child to slide down, with no painful knob at the bottom. It was even more remarkable for the fact that, unlike most of its kith and kin, it didn’t creak.

“Now, let us get you safely to your room and you can phone your, er, make your ‘friends category call’ and then I can talk to my sister and have her send Nanette around, and everything will be just like the knees of the bees, eh?” 

She could not help but smile at his concluding words, "Yeah, sure."

Once in the room he got the phone for Gracie and asked if she knew her mysterious friend’s number.

"Yes, he gave me his number, thank you. We got one of these at work...not on the ship but on shore of course," she nodded.

“Of course!” he agreed, without really knowing if a ship to shore telephone was possible. Certainly, all the big ocean-going liners that he had ever travelled on, you could only send telegrams.

"I can take it from here then, thank you again, Baron," she wasn't about to start dialling though. He after all had promised her privacy.

“So” he said, pointing to a little buzzer on the wall next to her bed “You make all of your telephone calls, take your time, and when you have finished just press that button and I will know that you have finished and I will bring you up a nice drink. Hmm, maybe a nice cup of chocolate? Nothing too stimulating while you still have all that morphine in your blood, eh?” he suggested.

He left the room with a reassuring nod, and closed the door behind him.

Soon the softly distant sound of the Baron playing Ravel's unutterably sad Pavane pour une infante défunte on the grand piano downstairs made itself felt. It was not loud enough to disturb her telephone calls, but at least assured her that he was not listening in on the party line: it was subtle and thoughtful gesture.


Javia

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If  anyone is wondering what tune the Baron played while Gracie made her calls.


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