Chapter 12: Visiting a-TimeTraveler @Perth Hospital

<><><>

HE WAS AWAKENED FROM HIS Friday-night slumber to what ‘seemed’ TO-BE a mosquito bite in-His-neck… and, wanted to swat-The-pest à but the-Boy Couldn’t MOVE his-hand. Paul slowly opened-His-eyes… and SAW a dim chandelier lit crimson, glowing-Up-above (… like moths ‘attracted’ to-A-light bulb – with RED Admiral butterflies fluttering to-The-scarlet incandescence) …

… his puncture-Sensation WAS still irritating-his neck, and Paul Gazed-Down to see the-presence-Of Messi’s half-sister’s face… that Wasn’t human ~ but Of-a-Puppet (… like-Of the GoodGuy doll, from the ‘possessed’ Chucky Dummy-Doll Slasher-movie-franchise) …

… the-Plastic marionette-SIMONE ‘was’ wearing kitchen-Chef uniform with a-Tall-white paper-Hat. She WAS jabbing Paul’s neck with a-big Syringe of-succinylcholine (… a neuro-Muscular blocking-agent ~ to paralyze the skeletal-Muscles) à The conscious Paul Could see-&-speak in-A slurry drooling-Manner… with the-drug Also effecting his respiratory muscles, as it WAS paralyzing his-diaphragm…

Paul panted… and slurred…

“… Simm…mon… wha… the-f***… doing-to… Meee…?”

The doll turned its-Neck 180, to speak to someone in-The-rear…

“Hey-Doc, are you Finished yet…!? My customer is-Hungry Here! Move-It, will You!?”

Paul eyes followed ~ realizing-That he was seated-Alone at a-dining table in the Marciano’s restaurant in-A-crowd of BOTH humans-&-puppets, with the Evil-doll standing-On-top-Of the table injecting his-Neck…

… his darting eyes WERE grasping-&-comprehending the environment ~ to knowing-Of Simone WAS Talking to Dr. Shelley-Mercy, the gynecologist – who, ‘was’ present in-The-restaurant ‘center’ à preforming the-Abortion surgery on Messi’s Inspector-Mother…

“Hey-Doc! Are You DONE Back There!”

“… hold-On… it’s Complicated process…”

… answered-the woman doctor, who WAS in-Her-procedure ‘while’ the gawking restaurant patrons of humans-&-puppets were standing-Around, some recording the-Extravaganza on cellphones… Shelley-Mercy ‘was’ operating the Suction-Curette device to remove the uterine-Matter through air suction…

… on the Other-end of-The-operating table WAS Caroline ‘sedated’ with Local-Anesthesia ~ feeling-No Pain… she WAS also watching the Abortion-procedure with a glass of-RED-wine… with the outlet ‘owner’ Marco-Marciano refilling her glass…

“… momm…” The paralyzed-Boy slurred…

“Take you-Time, Doc ~ no-Hurry, I’m ‘enjoying the-Show, Hahaha…” The-inebriated Caroline said ~ while drinking wine-&-looking ‘between’ her wide parted-Legs…

“Doc, don’t Listen to-Her ~ CHOP-CHOP, I Say…!!”

“… it’s Coming ~ Be-Patient, Chef!” Replied the Gynecologist…

The woman held the cannula-Tube that generated the-Vacuumed suction, scooping-&-scrapping-The-fetus – then a plop-Sound WAS heard, and the doctor-Said…

“… Done…”

“… Chop-Chop, bring-IT-over ~ he’s Drooling, hehehe… and, He’s hungry-Like a Wolf ~ who Could ‘eat’ a-Horse, Hahaha!” The Doll-Replied…

The doctor came to Paul’s table with her suction-Curette medical device, she pushed a-Button ~ and into-the-Metal Aluminum-Dish plopped-Out the-Bloodied fetus ~ STILL ALIVE (… the-Head of-The-broken-Limbed, Tiny half-Developed baby ‘was’ like the ChestBuster creature, of-The-movie Alien…

… the-lightheaded Boy WAS about to pass-Out, of ‘witnessing’ the monstrosity-Event on-The-table… Simone Slapped-him, to ‘remain Conscious…

“Hey Messi! Don’t GO-TO Sleep ~ your Little sister is-Here, HaHaHa!”

Paul SAW Simone-The-puppet Doll holding a-Mini flamethrower strapped over-Her-chef uniform, saying…

“Messi ~ Roasted-OR-Flambe – your-CHOICE…?”

The-Boy saw the half-dead fetus ‘squirming’ in the-metal Dish About-TO Be-Cooked ‘alive’ à that reminded him of the-psychological horror-thriller TV series, Hanibal ~ where the-Cannibal serial killer WAS a-gourmand, WHO cooked for the ‘sedated’ FBI criminal-profiler…

Simone Chucked…

“… hehehe – Undecided aren’t you, so It’s Chef’s Recommendation then ~ Flambe Medium-Rare, it-Is, hehehe…”

Paul Slurred…

‘… n-nooo…”

“SAY Hello-To My Little-Friend!”

Ripping-Off a Pacino’s Scarface line, the Evil Doll shot her stream-Of-FIERY FLAME into the aluminum dish on-The-table à Laughing-Manically…Burning-&-KILLING THE-Fetus. Then, When the-flesh WAS Half-Cooked, Simone used a large BBQ pitchfork AND-POKED the-Meat…

“… viola! Cooked-in-Perfection, hehehe!”

Paul ‘was’ in-Shock… his jaw-Hung gasping for-Air cos’ of the succinylcholine drug (…weakening his-Respiratory system). He SAW the-Puppet walking on-The-table towards his-Seat, with the skewered fetus on-A-pitchfork…

… he made gagging sounds… Simone Slapped-Him…

“… don’t ‘puke’ yet, Messi ~ ‘not’ till you’ve dined Chef Simone’s Michelin-starred gourmet cooking… it would be an-Insult To the-Chef if-You-don’t EAT-her-Cooking… Come-OPEN Your-mouth…”

… he gagged more… when Simone held the pitchfork in one-Hand, rubbed the half-cooked fetus into his Closed-mouth… while the thumb-&-fingers of her-Other hand WAS on Paul’s face, prying to-Open his sealed-Lips ~ as the Evil-Doll said…

“You’ll f***ing love-IT ~ It tastes Like doner-F***ing kebab, you F***wit foodie…!!”

“… mmmpff…”

“…. Messi-Eat! Don’t ‘disappoint’ your-Kid-sister, you s***ty Big-Brother-O… Come-on, she’s ‘bonding’ with-You, hehehe…”

The gagging Paul open-His-mouth ~ and released a throaty projectile of puke-That hit-Simone’s face… she retaliated by vomiting a-steam of Exorcist pea-soup barf on Paul’s face … Paul retched more spew onto the-doll… followed by a puking-Contest BETWEEN the-Boy-&-the puppet…

-O-

In the-Dark bedroom, He sprung-Out of his bed and dashed to the-Bathroom, with the sensation-Of-vomiting… genuflecting at the-toilet Bowl, he made retching sounds ~ and realized his didn’t feel LIKE vomiting – ‘unlike’ in his-Simone nightmare…

‘… wtf…!!?’

Sitting in the-Dark, on-the Dunny, he sighed, recalling ‘details’ of-The-fleeting nightmare from-His-memory…

‘… that-Idiot Simone HAD-BEEN ‘disturbing’ Messi for the past-3-Days…’

He Looked towards the Open-door SEEING his QueenBed in-The-gloomy bedroom, where the RED glow-In-the Dark digits of his Alarm-clock at the side-Table clicked – 4:43 AM…

… the-Boy WAS Afraid TO-GO to sleep. He sat and worried…

‘… what kindda pop-culture bulls*** is that Half-sister of-Messi Is-Playing…!? She’s starring in-All-of my-FAVE movies-&-teevee series’ VILLIANS, and haunt-ME ~ and ‘disturbing’ My-sleep with her Halloween-nightmares…

‘… d*** you-Simone ~ leave Messi-in-Peace…

‘… nobody is-Stealing your-Father AWAY ~ my Fascination ‘with’ your-OldMan is that, he Looks dead-ringer to one-Of-my FAVE Actors… James-Purefoy…

‘… just-On-a FAN Level… that’s ALL to-IT, you-Brat ~ Don’t Be-Jealous, as your Negative-Emotions are manifesting into-Nightmares for Messi… cos’ you-Both ARE Related by-blood … and, I’m the piece-Of-s*** WHOs stuck-In-between you-BOTH…’

… then the-Boy ‘remembered’ that à his-devil Twin TOO ‘had’ Given-him Nightmares:

* in-The OTHER-PERTH – where Peter WOULD Haunt the paraplegic-Paul to Chainsaw his lifeless Legs (… as-A-Diabetic ‘reminder’)

* Then, in POST-TREETON – Peter WAS a porno-Director… creating sex-flix of Intercourse with his Janey (… cos’ Paul WAS still-A-virgin)

Paul farted ~ and realized his ‘bowel’ movement was-In-coming… like A-freight train on-His intestine track. He sighed in-The-dark, that his biological-Clock’s toilet-routine WAS upside-Down ~ with him taking a-Dump in-An-ungodly hour-Of-4:43 in-The-AM…

… He Calmed-Down, and thought of-Positive thoughts…

‘… no-Skul today ~ I’ll visit John-See @Perth Hospital This-Evening… it’s ‘been’ 3 Days-since the-Quake…’

<><>

HE OVERSLEPT ~ AND AWOKEN-by the iPhone… the-groggy, rheum-deposited eyes SAW Maggi’s name-On the screen, and instantly sat-Up, and Took the-call…

… back ‘when’ Blind-Jane Contacted-Him in the other-Perth Earths… she VDO-Called ~ but Blind-Maggi, on-The-other hand, made ‘regular’ Call in-RPL… so-he ‘missed’ seeing her Face…

After the formality ’morning’ greetings, Maggi apologized for ‘not’ Calling him yesterday ~ since she ‘was’ Absent from class-On-Friday…

“… what happened, Mags…!?”

“… I HAS severe Diarrhea… mummy took-Us for a buffet-dinner – it must-Be the-spicy pork dish… yeesh ~ even Mummy ‘had’ food-poisoning too, except for Ali… she ate-It-too, but she’s fine and went-School yesterday-whoa… must-Be Her-Lesbian DNA-or-something, hahaha!”

… Paul Laughed along to the sense-Of-humor coming from the-Maggi variant-Of-RPL ~ having sisterly-Rivalry with the-Older borne Alicia…

“… err, I didn’t notice Ali in-Canteen ‘yesterday’ – but you WERE Not there in-Class… it ‘was’ Boring as-hell ~ I ‘missed’ you, Mags…!” The-clingy-Paul replied…

… there WAS brief silent-On-the ‘other’ end-Of-call… before Paul heard chuckles…

“… hehehe, I ‘missed’ you-Too, Paul ~ but we’re MEETING in-JMS Church on-Sunday ~ I called to-Know IF-You’re still coming…?” She Asked…

“YES! I’m Definitely Coming – cos’ you’re There ~ and, I ‘miss’ you A lot, Mags…” The-insecure Boy Confirmed…

The shy Chinese-girl (… into her ‘first’ relationship of-Her-Adolescences) ~ Changed the topic, saying…

“Ehh-Paul, did you Hear ‘about’ the Armed-Heist @Perth-Airport Last-night – where the-Sword of-Kerubiel Is-STOLEN Again from-The-Church!!?”

The-Boy’s jaw dropped ~ he WAS ‘thinking’ of John @4:43 AM, in the-dunny… he blurted-Out…

“… Mags, who STOLE IT!!?”

“… Don’t know ~ the-News didn’t SAY who DID-IT ~ but ‘our’ Cardinal Beltran was-SHOT 3-Times, and is undergoing surgery… but the ‘same’ Couldn’t BE-Said to the-dead 8 policemen Massacred-&-Gunned-Down by ‘those’ Criminals…”

… felt-Guilty, he ‘had’ no-Right to ask-Her ~ ‘who-Done-it?’ ~ cos’ he’s ‘not’ Perth’s Superhero/Guardian Angel/or-Anything in-RPL… as he ‘was’ Superpowerless HERE (… useless-Too) ~ who-Passively consumed tragic-News in-The-sideline like the Rest-Of-the populous, and Couldn’t DO ‘anything-About-everything’ – To-SOLVE Major-Crimes…

They both WERE quietened by-The-tragedy ‘event’ that happened Less-then-10 Hours-AGO…

He heard a woman’s voice in-The-background, speaking Hokkien… Maggi replied…

“Paul, that’s Mummy ~ I got to-Go to the salon – I’ll Call-you Later, bye…”

“… yea-OK ~ bye…” He WAS disappointed ‘when’ the-Call Ended…

… he ‘knew’ Maggi WAS going-Over to MataHari Hair-Solon, as Saturday ‘was’ a-Busy Business Day… where the visually-Impaired GF ‘would-Be’ studying with-Her-Ai at the shop’s BackArea*…

*[… he knew the-Place, as he HAD ‘been’ There-before in-One-of the other Earths ~ ‘when’ His-then-GF Alicia, toured him ‘during’ his-Visit to-MataHari to-Get his K-Pop hairdo] …

Paul WAS ‘contemplated’ to Surprise-Visit Maggi @HataHari à and, they-BOTH ‘would’ Study-Together à but-Dismissed the-Thought as it WAS AWKWARD (… for a WhiteBoy to GO-Over to study-Date @theBackarea) … while her Asian-valued ‘mummy,’ WOULD-BE suspicious of-Them, while Robin-Wong styled customers’ hair, at-Shop front…

‘… yea, that’s A stupid IDEA, Poe à get Your-Lizard Brained-Head out-Of-your A**… WHY am-I avoiding ‘responsibilities’ At-Hand?à they’re Going to-Convict the-TimeTraveler, John whether the Sword à ‘was’ Re-stolen or-Not…!’

Paul Laid-back on his-pillow ~ remunerating ‘past-Experiences-Thoughts’ a-Visit… and, Questioned Himself…

‘… so, it Looks like-AGAIN-This-Blooming sword that is Leading to-The Murderous Crimes in-RPL à WHY is-This particular sword soo-Important*!!?’

*[… the-Boy WASN’T Aware that The-Invincible EclipseBane ‘was’ a God-&-Demon Killer-Sword that WAS Vital in next-20 years à during the-Abrahamic EndTimes WAR] …

… he further-Pondered…

‘… whoever the TERRORISTS ~ who HAS the McGuffin sword, Were Now Causing havoc, chaos-&-murders in-RPL à that started Of-with the Hateful-8, right…!? WHO-Hired Them-Then…!?”

He ‘was’ clueless ~ and he ‘bet’ that-Detective Joseph-Johnson Would-HAD Thought of his-Angle… where to Interrogate the Hateful-8 ‘convicts’ Kirk-&-Daniel ~ to reveal ‘who’ EMPLOYED them with Intel to-Rob the GlassHouse @Kane Drive…

… that Would Lead to the ‘recovery’ of-The-sword from the Terrorists, ‘who’ WERE Enemies to-RPL’s state-&-church (… and the-Greater Vatican) …

‘… I hope they’ll SEE the employer-Angle ~ or-Else the dumb Narcs Would CHARGE them-Both for ‘only’ the Drug crimes… while the-Terrorists GET to Keep-the-Sword…’

Paul got-Off the bed, still feeling tired-&-weary due to the lack-Of-sleep. He touched his 6-pack-abs, and realized he Doesn’t ‘need’ to-Go-to dunny – cos’ Simone ‘had’ scared the-s***-Out him with her-Nightmares at 4:43 AM just-Now…

He opened the-drapes to let the-Light-in ~ and SAW a-RED DeLorean sportscar parked at the-Front gate…

‘… what’s SAFFA ‘doing’ here-In-a Saturday morning…!?’

… he knew Caroline WAS ‘not’ working today (… and Sunday-Too) ~ and report for her ‘new’ post-As-lieutenant on-Monday…

‘… did she invite the a**hole elder-Borne over…!?”

Paul put-On a clean T-shirt, and went Downstairs…

-O-

He came down the stairs and heard the mother-&-son conversation at-the Ikea-table, over morning coffee. The Caroline-variant WAS in a cyan-colored bathrobe (… the SAME bathrobe his-mother wore in the OTHER-PERTH. Peter was in his designer leather black jacket, with a single black glove…

… they WERE talking about the heist at the airport, that resulted 8 policemen’s death. Paul poured black coffee in Messi’s Barcelona-mug and joined them. Caroline briefed him ‘about’ the heist THAT Happened in-The-early Hours (… he acted blur… pretended of ‘not’ knowing About-IT ~ EvenThough, Maggi Had told him, so that he Could ‘access’ more info-&-intel from the Messi’s mother variant…

… TRUE-Enough there WAS more-Info (… that Wasn’t in Mainstream media ~ which Maggi Wouldn’t HAD-Known TOO) …

The robotic-armed Peter Asked…

“… so-Mom, is it the Chinese mafia…? They WERE the Masterminds Of-stealing the-Sword in-The-first place, and auctioning activities in the-DarkWeb, aren’t They…?”

The Inspector-mother Replied…

“… no… one Of-the deceased Criminal at the airport that was dead-By-decapitation ~ WAS a Caucasian ~ I THINK it’s a Different group WHO Ambushed the ‘other’ airport’s heist-Gang… killing 4-Of-them… and ‘stealing’ the-Sword… and All-of-the 5 Dead So-Far WERE All White-Caucasians Men…”

Paul WAS glad that the dead WERE Whites (… so that NO-additional public Hatred Would-Be on John See’s ethnicity). He-then heard SAFFA inquiring…

“… are you investigating the-HEIST Case then, Mom…?”

“… no, the Serious-Crime division WOULD Handle-IT ~ and even the Counter Terrorist Unit are On-It-TOO…”

… the moment Paul heard the-Woman ‘mention’ the-CTU ~ it triggered his-Memory of Reedus-Dickson… WHO Messi’s mom ‘was’ having an-Affair with in-Secret. BUT As a-minor, Paul remained acting ‘blur,’ as he drank his-Coffee on the-dining table… listening-In-passive demeanor…

The heist-Topic ‘was’ getting Cold ~ and the-rapt Peter ‘surprised’ Caroline, by pulling-Out from his-leather jacket pocket – of 3 Quantas Airline tickets to Naples…

“Mom, Tadaa’… we’re going TO ITALY Soon in School-break, hahaha…

“… and I even Arranged a tour-To-Vatican TOO, to St Paul’s Basilica … I know situation is-Sticky Right-now of Australia-&-Vatican with the ‘stolen’ sword, and All… but ‘our’ Vacation is 2 months down-The-road, it Would Blow-Over By-Then ~ and, hope-The PerthlandPD would SOLVE the-Crime by-Then, yea…!?”

The excited mother went-Over to hug-&-kiss her first-borne ~ while Paul SAT stoic…

… if-it WAS 2 Days-ago, he Would-Be eager-&-thrilled Too with the-FREE trip to-Italy ~ but things-&-priorities changed ‘when’ He GOT-Closer to Maggi Wong ~ where he INTENDED to get-To-know the-Chinese girl ‘even’ MORE during the-SHS’ Term Break…

‘… I’m ‘not’ going to-Italy ~ ‘not’ without-Mags… That ticket isn’t WASTED ~ Take your Crazy-Jane Instead…’

The enthusiasm towards Holidaying in-Naples sizzled-Out ~ Peter then asked WHAT Caroline’s PLANS for today-Saturday. Paul sighed to himself…

‘… what IS-This SAFFA Busybody ‘doing’ here, on-A Saturday…? Doesn’t he have a-b****y Sequel sex-tape to shoot with Crazy-Jane? F***wad! No-Wonder Messi HATES You, you-Rich p***k…!’

Caroline said she intended TO-GO to the Express-tailor ~ to get an Office suit Made, for her Monday-wear for the Lieutenant-post. Peter said…

“Let’s GO SHOPING Mom! Why GO-TO the-Tailors, when I Can Buy you a-Women’s sleek Armani suit ~ and you GO to-Work Monday ~ in-Full style-&-honor…”

“No-no-no-Please, dear-Pete ~ you’ve Done ‘mountains’ with your-Generosity for your-Mother… and I Love you FOR-IT… but seriously, I don’t need to Wear an-Armani too… don’t waste-Your-money on-Me, please…”

Paul saw the-Insistent 16-year-Old persuading her continually – but Caroline repeatedly declined the-Suggestion … Paul sighed ‘more’…

‘… you-Lacking commonsense, f***wit! You want to dress-up mom-in your-3000 Aussie-Dollar suit, and ‘parade’ Herself-Monday in-Front-of her Chief-of Police Boss-Shazana…!? Women-DO ‘get’ jealous, you Moron…!’

Caroline drank-Up her caffeine, washed her coffee-mug and excuse-Herself TO-GO Upstairs ~ Paul ‘was’ weary with the presence of-Messi’s elder brother ~ ‘still’ seated-At-the Ikea-table…

… who SEEMED Immature-&-Privileged (… compare-To-the younger Poe ~ due-To Paul’s Maturity of-dealing with-HARDSHIP LIVES In the Multiple-Perth realms THAT He HAD-Been ‘reincarnated’ into…

… the SAFFA-variant ‘was’ harmless-in-RPL (… ‘only’ annoying) – the-devil in-RPL ‘was’ Messi ~ whose soul Paul ‘had’ trapped-Like a genie-In-a bottle (… as-A-host, in Messi’s Body) …

He sighed ‘when’ Peter needled-him by-Asking…

“Hey-Brotherr, WHY Didn’t you tell-Me ‘about’ receiving the Mayor’s Hero’s Award in-school!? I HAD to hear it from-Mom…!”

“It’s nothing…” Paul dismissed it… but the-Older-teen pressed-On…

“What-Nothing!!? The robbery you prevented-IS ‘related’ to-The-missing Vatican’s sword ~ that is currently TRENDING everywhere now…”

“Hey-SAFFA, Look here… I Don’t wanna talk ‘about’ it ~ and, neither SHOULD You broadcast it like-CNN to your friends-&-girlfriends – understand!!?”

“… yea-Understood ~ mom told-Me that-TOO – and, about the closed-doors award-Giving in Mrs. Burn-in-hell’s office cos’ you are-A-minor…

“… at Least-Poe, let me Congratulate-You that I’m proud Of-my kid-brotherr is-A-Hero, in his-Own-rights… cos’ I wouldn’t DARE ‘going’ head-On into a scene-Of-a robbery – BUT you GOT some-Balls of steel on-you-Messi, hahaha! I bet YOKO’s proud TOO, hahaha!”

“Oii! What DID you-just say…!?”

“… what? You ‘mean’ Yoko…? ~ Hahaha, everyone saw that you’re sitting with ChinaGirl in-The-canteen since the-Yoko meme came About…”

“Oii-SAFFA, Mind your OWN b****y-business!”

“… I would-Poe ~ but I’m deeply puzzled… you’re the-school’s soccer-Celebrity… Brotherr, why this bruinmense girl ~ when you Can-Have any-OTHER girls in-SHS!?

“… even the-Polio boy in-Your class HAS an Able-bodied ‘white’ Girlfriend ~ BUT-You, you CHOOSE this bruinmense girl WHO is Blind instead… I Don’t SEE you ‘with’ a-Future with her…”

Paul WAS Annoyed-&-Berated at-The-Ikea table… he ‘pointed’ his-Finger at Peter…

“F***-YOU-SAFFA! You-White supremacist Apartheid A**hole! DON’T degrade-&-judge my-Disabled ‘friends,’ cos’ you’re ONE-Of-Them TOO ~ hello! you’re Born with One-arm à just cos’ you-Now HAVE a-Robotic Arm… ‘that’ Doesn’t make-you ‘better’ than-Maggi!

“… yea, HER Name is Maggi à she’s ‘not’ Yoko, ChinaGirl, or Your-racist ‘bruinmense’ slur you ‘throw’ At-her-ethnicity, understand!?’

“… just Like-YOU and your Robot-Arm à Maggi HAS an Ai-Tech TOO that ‘helps-her’ cope with Her-Disability… I ‘bet’ she’s better than-You in studies TOO ~ what you SAY About that, you-loud, blabbering mouth Rich-p***k!!?

“… and-you said, ‘I Don’t have a future with Mags?’ F***-You! What ‘about’ you? à Mom TOLD-You to BreakUp with Crazy-Jane ~ have you ‘done’ that!!?”

The first-borne of-the inspector-Mother WAS tongue-tied (… didn’t expect Messi’s retaliation, that Could-Be a ‘threat’) …

Filled-with fear in-His-eyes ~ Peter pled…

“… err… you NOT Telling her, aren’t-you-Poe…!? Hey, you said you’ll solve my-s*** with-Jane at the-Restaurant… any-progress…!?”

… something didn’t add-Up ~ Paul SAW Saffa-&-Jane in-Ms. Holyfield’s counselor’s office, days-Ago ‘during’ lesson-period (… when Paul went TO receive his-Award at the-Admin dept) …

Paul Replied…

“Not-my Circus, ‘not’ my Monkeys à you Solve your Girlfriend problems on-Your-own ~ and, DON’T Be-b***dy giving me ‘anymore’ of your brotherly-Bulls*** Advices on-My-relationships from Now-On, Understood, you racist-F***!!?”

The Walker-Brothers then SAW Caroline, dressed-Up walking-Down the stairs, saying…

“Are you-BOTH fighting…!?”

They WERE Quiet-momentarily ~ before-Peter chuckled-&-lied…

“… hehehe, no mom, we’re ‘not’ fighting… just some ‘petty’ squabbling here-&-there, hehehe…”

Paul sighed and drank his coffee ~ he WAS glad that he had SET Boundaries with SAFFA to ‘not’ cross, and-Of ‘minding-Their-Owns-businesses’ (… just Like the tacit-understanding with the-devil Twin in the ‘other’ Perth-earths – where the Inspector-Mother DOESN’T ‘KnowAbout’ her BOTH sons’ Doings-&-Secrets… like-Of-the quadriplegic Paul’s GeminiBlue) …

While Caroline approached the Ikea-table, Peter changed-The-subject…

“Hey, did you Watch the return-leg UFA-match last night…!?”

Paul WAS Tongue-tied now… (he HAD forgotten All-About Messi’s SOCCER-INTEREST of the-Quarterfinal game between Barcelona vs Liverpool, played-In-London) …

“… err… no, I overslept…”

The over-Dramatic Peter exclaimed…

“WHAT!? You Overslept…!? That’s ‘not’ Like-you, Messi ~ how-Come!!?”

Caroline chimed-In To-reply…

“Good-Poe ~ you ‘need’ Your-sleep as-A-growing Boy… you-TOO Pete – take-Care of-Your-health and go-to sleep INSTEAD of watching Live-Sports telecast in-Europe at some-Odd hours, okay?”

“Fair-Enough, mom ~ I will…” Peter replied, then turned to-Paul, Saying…

“… anyways, Barcelona LOST ~ your Lionel-Messi ‘was’ useless last-night As-he-Was tightly Marked in-The-Game ~ Then, on the-77th-minute, Sadio-Mani scored a-Beeeutifuuul goal… and Liverpool won on-Home 2-1 Aggregate-score… and ‘we’ll’ NEXT face-Juventus in the-Semis…”

The nonchalant Paul SAT Quiet, as the 16-year-Old bragged… BUT in his-Mind ‘berated’…

‘… f***-You, SAFFA! You Don’t HAVE to-Rub-it-In cos’ you’re a-Liverpool FAN à as I don’t give a-f*** about-soccer, or the-Rest-of the-WORLD call it Beeeutifuuul-Football à that is Paul-Messi’s cup-Of-tea NOT-Mine…

‘… I GOT ‘more’ Pressing Mission-in-RPL to-worry About ~ ‘not’ in-some Millionaire Men-in-Shorts, in-A-field kicking a-Ball…

‘… that’s your cup-Of-tea, SAFFA ~ in your-b***dy millionaire-Club…’

The boys SAW Caroline in-A-nice dress Standing at the-Mirror in the-Dining-room wash-sink area ~ fixing her hair… Peter said…

“… mom, you’re dressed-Up TO-GO… Let Me ‘come’ with-You ~ I’m free this-Morning… I GOT Archery class-In-the evening… can-I-come to-Company you…?”

“… no-Pete, that’s ‘not’ necessary ~ I got lot-Of-errands to run… got-To get my Carwashed, then to-The-Tailors, and Do-my-hair… and-Do-many other Things…

“… do-Me-a Favor ~ watch-Over your-Brother FOR-ME, while-I’m Gone…

Peter Replied…

“… okay Will-DO, Mom ~ Drive safe…”

Paul WAS SCREAMING ‘internally’…

‘…. NOOO!!! Not this Imbecilic-moron à I Can Take-Care of-Myself, MOM!’

… the-Boy Couldn’t PROTEST ~ as he WAS on-Probation (… for-Messi’s Bad-Behavior) … OR-To-Military school he-Went-to…

“… boys ~ DON’T Fight…”

… Caroline-Said, and Left…

… the younger-Boy brooded, SEEING the variant-Mother disappearing-Out the-Front door ~ in-His-head, he b***hed …

‘… oh-yea ~ perfumed-Up, Off-you Go to-Run Errand ~ I ‘know’ your-Hush-hush Too-Mommy-O … you’re Meeting-Up in-secret with Reedus-Dickson, your-Lover, behind Tom’s back ~ like you DID in the-Other earths, aren’t you? … but-it WAS Okay-Back there… that you WERE a-widow…

‘… but you’re Married in-RPL ~ and Having a-Baby TOO…’

Outside the house, the white-Audi Drove-Off… at the Ikea-table, the-moped Boy Spoke-Up to the-Elder Sibling…

“OII! Saffa, I don’t need babysitting ~ my diaper changing Days are OVER a-Long Time ago – you Can-GO Home!”

“… but mom-Told me TO-BE Here…” The-Older brother Replied…

“… but I DON’T Need you TO-BE a biblical Brother’s keeper! Beat-It! Where’s Crazy Jane? Go hang-Out with her-Instead!”

“… hehehe…she Wanted Girl-time to hang-Out with her kind – but she’ll ‘join’ me for Archery later-This evening though…” Saffa Replied…

Paul was puzzled…

‘… Crazy-Jane-&-Archery…!? Certainly ‘not’ a-Picture of a cute-Cupid ‘shooting’ arrow in-The-heart, BUT shooting Liver-&-Kidneys instead…

‘… it LOOKS Like This-Idiot HAS All-the Free-Time, and-Is staying no-Matter WHAT ~ purposely Here To-Annoy Messi – with Mom ‘telling-Us NOT-TO-Fight…’

… Paul ‘was’ bigger-built than him ~ and Could Take-Down SAFFA who HAD a Robotic-Arm…

‘… you’re ‘not’ The-WINTER SOLDIER – you’re just a-Tennis player ‘with’ a-Big mouth ~ Messi COULD Easily Take-You DOWN… come Challenge-Me…!!’

Checking-into his iPhone, Peter then-said…

“…hmm… what Do-we Do for ~ a-Brother-on-Brother Quality-Time Here…?

“… mom bought you a PS5 for your-Birthday ~ but it’s Broken cos’ you Threw the joystick hard at-The-wall each-Time-you Lost, hahaha…

“… well, there is NOTHING Here TO-DO, Brother ~ let’s Both Head to-My-place instead…”

“NO! I Don’t wanna-GO Anywhere – I’m staying HERE à You F**k-Off from Here, and Live your-Life… just Stay-Away from mine…I’m Warning-you!”

“… but I Can’t ~ MOM Told-me TO-BE Here, hehehe…” Peter deliberately annoyed the-Younger-boy …

… the-13-year- Old wanted to Leave-the-dining Table, and GO To-his Bedroom ~ but that ‘was’ Childish-&-Cowardice (… to-Saffa, if he Left-the-table TO-GO upstairs) …

… Paul TOO Had his-OWN Saturday plans to ‘visit’ John-See @theHospital à but he’s short-Of-cash with only $23 in his-Venmo (… cos’ Messi ‘blew’ Caroline’s fortnight pocket-Allowance By-buying the latest soccer-magazines) …

‘… I Don’t EVEN have the dosh-For-takeaway lunch Too… but I can EAT cup-ramen ~ and the 23-Bucks is just nice for the to-&-fro Uber ride to-Hospital…

‘…. Don’t wanna trouble Francis on-The-weekend… he GOT some ‘higher’ paying-gig Rides than my-measly $23… his 5 days-A-week driving-service To-SHS-Is Good-Enough – so-I’ll Call other drivers on-The-App to-Go-hospital…

‘… it’s a Good-thing I don’t Have-To BUY a fruit-basket ~ the Man is in-A-coma… Me-as-Poor as a-Church mouse, I ONLY offer my-humble Prayers…’

While replying a-text, Peter cynically-joked…

“… but at-My place ~ we can play videogames… yep, you can Break-the-joystick if-You Lose-TOO, hahaha… I GOT plenty of the discounted-Buys of $300 unwrapped boxes of DuelSense Edge joysticks in the-storage, hahaha… I’ll give-You a brand-new joystick-Set if-You-come, Brotherr…

“… then, we CAN Have Lunch TOO…”

“Nah, I CAN’T – I pass… a pissy rain-check to-You – but, if you-Cared, borrow-Me some-bucks for Takeaway lunch cos’ Messi’s broke… will-ya…!?”

“Come-On Poe, ‘why’ eat Takeaway unhealthy garbage ~ when you GET to-Feast homecooked food my-Nana prepared at-My-place…”

“… err, I CAN’T Leave home à I GOT somewhere TO-BE this-Evening…” The-Boy repeat Replied…

“… where…!?”

“… some f***ing-where – mind-Your-business ~ don’t BE-A Busybody…” The-Boy WAS pissed…

“… some f***ing-Where-where…?”

“F***-YOU! I’m GOING to-The-hospital!!!”

… The-Boy regretted saying-The-whereabout ~ that made-Peter suspicious…

“… hospital…!? – ‘who’ Are-you visiting?”

Paul WAS Quiet, sighing-inwards in-regret…

‘… Poe, control-Yourself ~ you ‘not’ focused… you shouldn’t HAVE gone-Off the-handle and blurt-Out ‘hospital’ just-now ~ now the-Devil’s on-To-You…’

… true-Enough ~ the-Older Walker brother probed-&-pried cos’ the ball ‘was’ in-His-court…

… he WAS in-His Cynical-Mode again, when Peter replied…

“… hmm, let-Me guess ~ it’s certainly ‘not’ FatMan Cardinal-Beltran ‘who’ survived 3-bullets, by ‘his’ pig-Layered Belly-FAT Lard of 300-KILOs, hehehe… the-Terrorists should Have-used pokers ‘instead’ like in pig-farms at-The-airport To-GET the JOB-Done, hahaha…”

… just like the-humored devil WHO Laughed to-His-own jokes in-The Other-earths ~ the-variant of-RPL cackled-&-chortled… and-Then said…

“… lemme ‘guess’ Again, Poe ~ you want to-Visit THAT Criminal bruinmense mastermind… whom-You SAVED ~ isn’t THAT-So, hehehe…!?”

“F***-YOU! John-See is INNOCENT, You-SAFFA Apartheid-Pig!!!” The-Boy Shouted…

“… how Do-you know, Poe…?”

… the-Boy WAS stumped on-his OWN benefit-Of-doubt…

‘… is the John-See variant in-RPL innocent...!? Or-is he INDEED a-Criminal Stolen-Art dealer Mastermind…!? I-Don’t-KNOW ~ just-My 5th-Day-in Town…’

… nevertheless, he TRUSTED his-gut, and replied…

“He’s MY-Neighbor in Kane-Drive ~ even-Before dad ‘divorced’ mom… I KNOW John… while you’re back in-your OWN South-Africa bubble ~ I ‘know’ him 3-years Ago, you Get me!?”

“… hmm…”

The Older Walker thought à but the-Boy Didn’t let-Peter to-Ruminate, and continued-To-say…

“I’m Going to SEE HIM à you’re ‘not’ Telling-mom About-IT ~ Or-Else I’m Telling Her that you’re Still Going-Out with Crazy-Jane!”

Peter Laughed…

“Fair-Enough, hahaha ~ it’s OUR Secret-then…

“Go GET Dressed ~ cos’ We-BOTH Are-Going to-Hospital this evening à but-First, lunch at-My-place… my 5-Day of horrible food in-The-canteen is-Enough… I’m Look forward for weekends to feast my-Nana’s Yummy-Lunches…

“… then in-The-evening, we GO-TO hospital to see-Your-neighbor – then, I Drop-you Off, and GO-FOR my Archery Club…”

… it sounds Like a-GOOD PLAN to Paul cos’ He-TOO ‘missed’ Nana’s Cooking ~ in the One-Week where the South-African Housekeeper ‘stayed’ in the-Walker House, back in-POST-TREETON ~ and prepped gourmet lunches-&-dinners…

Paul RAN Upstairs to-Change…

… he Doesn’t want to wear-A Soccer-jersey to-Hospital (… Messi’s closet WAS filled with ‘those’) – he HAD a choice of 5 Loud Colored shirts (… where he HAD reserved the Blue checked-one for JMS prayer-date with Maggi tomorrow) …

… he HAD to choose the-Next ‘best’ of the-4-other Messi’s Ugly-Fashioned shirts…

… he chose a BLACK shirt, with Big-White Triangle motifs all-Over… with Dreadful blotches of RED spats…

Paul then RAN Downstairs… Peter Complimented…

“HaHaHa! You’re WEARING the shirt I Bought you from-My-Trip to Paris…”

… Paul HAD a peek-Into Messi’s closed-&-secretive mind (… which the-uncooperative prisoner Didn’t divulge with the-Dominant ‘host’) ~ the-Boy ‘recalled’ Messi receiving the-Shirt as-A-gift from the Paris-Trip ~ which Peter-&-Jane went to the Last School-Break…

“… let’s Go-Brotherr…” The Black jacketed Older-youth said, before leaving the-Table.

<><>

OUTSIDE AT THE-FRONT GATE, Peter activated the fob-key that stimulated the-Alphe-5’s car-doors THAT opened upwards Like gull-wings…

… Paul sighed as he SAT into the-Compressed electric car, with limited Leg-room…

The car Sped-Off from the Swettenham Drive neighborhood. Peter WAS Bragging about his NEW Archery-Club hobby ~ which WAS @theBlake Country Club…

… Paul thought-Of Messi’s stepdad Tom-Harris ~ who RAN the-club… and, ‘was’ Missing-from from his-Home for 5-Days ~ ever-since Monday… WHEN he ‘had’ a-closed Bedroom Quarrel with Messi’s mom (… where Caroline SAID that she ‘wanted’ An-Abortion) … Tom HAD stayed in-The-club ever-since Then…

… meanwhile Messi’s mom HAD ‘been’ Fooling-Around with CTU’s Dickson…

‘… whose Baby is she Aborting ~ Tom-OR-Dickson’s…!!?’

Peter distracted the-Boy by-Bragging ‘more’ of the-Archery club ~ where his-GF Jane-Winston WAS an Excellent with crossbows…

… but Peter preferred the bow-&-arrow à he WAS ‘not’ accurate with Crossbows like Jane… who HAD a-Keen-&-sharper-eye to-The-target Bullseye…

‘… whoa… my-girl Jane in the Other-Perth earths is-Blind ~ BUT as StarGirl she HAS On-her-Forehead her 3rd-Eye POWERS that shots Bullseye in-Precision to-Kill monsters-&-demons…

‘… where she’s no mary-sue EITHER ~ and, she’s MORE powerful supe-Than-me As-Perth’s Guardian-Angel/Protectors…’

<>

Before long ~ the RED sportscar ‘was’ at a-Main-gate – that Electronically open, as the-DeLorean Sped-In. A fear jolted-into Paul…being in-The-vicinity compound of billionaire Jared-Wilson-of-RPL. The variant of-Him in-POST TREETON ‘was’ Some-HOW the-Diabolical GeminiRed…

… the Monster WHO downed the Emirates-Airline jumbo-jet, killing all passengers-&-crew…

‘… yikes! I’m TOASTED ~ cos’ I DON’T Have me-Supe abilities in-This-B****y realm to-Fight a-Super Villian… and, StarGirl isn’t Here-TOO…’

So, He Asked…

“… is your-Dad in…!?”

“… no-Papa Is-Still in-his Business-trip in-Europe ~ he’ll BE-Back this-summer…”

The-Boy sighed in-Relief ~ the-Threat ‘was’ Away-in-Europe, as he visited ‘his’ lair… accompanied by the-bachelor Billionaire-variant’s Adopted son in-RPL…

Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.

… reversed-From POST-TREETON à ‘where’ the-bachelor Billionaire was-Bella Belleau’s Uncle (… the-Preggo-niece, of-his devil Twin’s-GF) …

The RED-car traversed into a long driveway that winds-Through meticulously manicured gardens. Towering pine-trees and lush greenery provide an air Of-exclusivity-&-privacy to the property. The car drove-By the modern-day 3-storied mansion ~ with a mixture Of-old-gothic architecture roofing…

…the vast-exterior WAS adorned with balconies, terraces, and intricate detailing, reflecting the opulence of its Billionaire-Owner…

The centerpiece of the property WAS the front lawn, which stretched-Out the-Size of-A-soccer field. The verdant expanse was-a testament to the expertise of the skilled-&dedicated-groundkeepers* who meticulously attend to every blade-Of-grass…

*[… ‘who’ WERE ‘strictly’ All-White South-Africans ~ contracted to work by the-principal Wilford Estate] …

Adjacent to the BigHouse, discreetly located several servants' Quarters-houses ~ for the dedicated community-Of-staff (…56 adults and their 23 young-children – homeschooled, while their-Parents attending to the mansion's daily operations…

The-Alpha-5 cut through a-Lane beside the huge-mansion to head-Up to a-garage. Paul SAW an-Open-Lawn tennis court ~ and 100-meters WAS a-fruit Orchard that ‘was’ in a-descending A-small-grassy-meadow Valley… where-WAS a goat-Farm ~ with South-African breeds of Saanen-&-Boer goats (… providing milk-&-meat) …

The car stopped inside a-Closed garage… Paul WAS astounded when he saw another 4 European sportscars belonging to Peter… there was-A mechanic servicing a-black Benley Continental GT with its-hood Opened…

… the-Boy cringed as-The-car reminded of-POST TREETON à where it-Sped-away ‘moments’ the-Walker House WAS bombed-&-destroyed… in-IT WERE à the gun-Shot ‘wounded’ preggo-Jane and Kitty, his-dog Dead…

Both the Walker-brothers alighted the Alpha-5 EV-car. Peter went-Over to the mechanic and spoke in-Afrikaans. The-Boy looked at Saffa’s 4-other Luxury cars ~ spotting a classic DeLorean DMC-12…

… that Reminded of PERTHLAND ~ where he-&-the devil-Twin WERE 16-years-Old high schoolers… the DMC-12 ‘was’ Peter’s birthday-present ~ from their stepdad-In-that-Realm, CTU-Agent Joe-Dickson…

Paul gazed-Back at Saffa ~ talking as-A confident 16-year-Old, young-man in-Authority, to the middle-Aged mechanic-worker. He HAD been ‘studying’ the-Robotic-armed Peter variant for-5-days in-school, and learned the PROs-&-CONs:

* He WAS a foreign-student from Johannesburg ~ 3 years studying in-RPL

* In-SHS ~ he WAS ‘popular’ as the-school’s sportsman Award as the Tennis-Champion

* He Doesn’t HAVE ‘any’ Close-good-Friends as he WAS High-nosed (… and sat with his superficial-Rich friends in-The-canteen, like Dougie-Zimmmerman ~ who-Also WENT to the ‘same’ Country-Club As-Him

* Saffa Did ‘not’ throw Wild-parties in the Wilford mansion, Like-Rich-Kids Do

* Instead, The Peter-variant TOOK-Care of the-Wilford property-in-RPL (… until his stepdad returned-Back DURING Summer ~ then, he WAS ‘his-turn’ to spend holidays in Naples, Italy with his-Blood family, Carol-&-Poe)

The CONs WERE:

* He WAS an-‘A’ Hole to Messi (… who TOO ‘was’ TO-BE Blamed for Resenting-Saffa) – as BOTH the-Brothers WERE ‘fighting’ for the-Inspector’s trust-&-approval

* Saffa’s ONLY Downfall WAS he Got-Entangled in the web-Of-BadGirl fetish à Crazy-Jane ‘had’ NOW Got-Him with his-Pants-Down with-her blackmailing him with her-Sex-Tape

-O-

The Walker siblings walked-Out from the garage, to head to the side Terrace entrance into the BigHouse ~ when they heard Distressed crying ‘coming’ from one of-The Servant-Quarters houses. Peter dashed-Over ~ the-curious Paul followed from his-rear…

They reached a-Linked unit Quarters-houses 50-meters away from-The-garage ~ inside a-Unit, WAS where a-distressed Crying woman’s voice that ‘attracted’ their-Attention. Paul SAW Peter entering the-Door… he stood-Out ~ noticing 4 domestic-Uniformed women, and a MAN. Peter spoke to-The-distraught man in-Afrikaans with his-wife crying-Aloud…

… Paul Didn’t ‘understand’ a-Word spoken ~ where Saffa WAS Calming-the-troubled Couple down… while the-3 ‘other’ women were Simultaneously speaking, as they were-Upset too… mentioning-The-name ‘Groundwater’… The witnessing-Boy’s mind jolted…

‘…huh! Isn’t THAT Nana’s surname…!?’

He saw an-Anguished Robotic-Armed Saffa Running-Past him… the people inside SAW Peter hurrying, ‘while’ the-visitor WAS gawking at-Them (… in their-servant domicile) …

“… err… sorry…gotta-Go…” The-Boy apologized from-Outside the-Door…

He ran-After Saffa, who WAS heading to-The-garage. The-Robotic-armed youth sat-On-&-started a-2-seater ATV ~ Paul hopped-into the passenger-seat, asking…

“Pete, where We’re going…!?”

The miserable Older-teen grunted-&-ranted something in-Afrikaans – that confused the-younger Brother…

‘… wtf…!?’

The All-Terrain-Vehicle traversed downhill on the graveled-path towards the meadow ~ frightening hundreds of the scattering grass-grazing goats, as Peter cut across to a shortcut in the valley heading to the orchard…

It WAS a bumpy ride, as Peter drove-&-ranted in Afrikaans-&-English…

“Damn F***ing Jowel! That son-Of-a B**** is going to KILL the kitchen-helper’s son for STEALING*!”

*[… apparently, an 8-year-Old son of-The-estate’s farmhand HAD ‘been’ stealing high-priced exotic fruits from the green glasshouses ~ until the Head Groundkeeper Jowel-Groundwater caught him ‘red-handed’ thieving several Sekai-Ichi apples (… costing $32 ‘each’) …

[… previously, the mischief-boy pinching a-dozen-Of rare-&-exotic White-jewel strawberries (… costing $10 ‘each’), the prestigious Lost-Gardens of-Heligan pineapples (… costing $1,900 ‘each’) and, the esteemed-&-high-status Ruby-Roman grapes (… costing $12, 800 a- ‘bunch’) ~ which Jowel HAD found-it Missing in glasshouses, in the Last-weeks] …

Peter WAS Shouting-&-Cursing…

“That Drunkard-stupor* even-HIT Nana on-Her-face the-Other day à and, I WARNED Him That I’ll Deport him back to Joburg if he doesn’t Behave… but he Doesn’t LISTENS ‘when’ the-F***er is Drunk!”

*[… Jowel WAS the husband of Mary-Groundwater ~ who WAS ‘given’ full-Authority by the WHITE-Supremist employer Jared-Wilford to ‘punish’ the contracted SA-workers laboring in-The-Wilford estate IF-They step-Out the-Line ~ thus, the Head-Groundskeeper ‘was’ the MOST feared-man to the Less than-100- people in-The-community in-The-farm and the-BigHouse] …

The-ATV sped in-The-graveled path that WAS flanked by grape-Vinyard at-Both sides. In the bumpy vehicle, Paul SPOTTED 6 Large-&-Moderated sized green-GlassHouses nearby ~ that grew the temperature-sensitive prized-exotic fruits for the personal-Consumption of the-Employer-&-his household…

The vehicle reached the-End of-The-path with bordering a-lush spread-of Acacia-forest à and, one of-Those acacia-nilotica-tree (… AKA gum-Arabic-tree/bearing yellow flowers) à WAS-also the ‘whipping-post,’ with a-Handful of the-stoic Farmhands gathered witnessing-JUSTICE Of-the Head-Groundkeeper à using a-Rattan cane to whip the-Tied-up à bare-bodied 8-year-Old boy…

Paul cringed as the-ATV ‘was’ 10-meters away at the ‘crack’ sound of-The-cane that bloodied-On open-wounds in the scrawny-Boy’s BareBack. Paul’s balls-came-Up to his Adams-apple, when the yelling Saffa jumped-Out of the moving vehicle. Paul grabbed the-control, and rammed the-brakes while seeing the Robotic-armed youth running-Over for a-Confrontation with-Jowel…

Peter came-At the-Rear, and grabbed the-Man’s cane by wringing it-Away with his-Robotic leftie after Jowel ‘delivered’ the 6th-Lash blow – BUT-the small-Boy ‘was’ already Unconscious AFTER the 3rd-hard Strike. Saffa went-Off the-handle and pushed the-40 something adult AWAY from the-tortured child… and, they BOTH engaged in-A-heated argument in-Afrikaans…

… Jowel’s rifle ‘was’ nearby…

… the-Disturbed Paul SAT at the-ATV passenger’s seat ~ remaining seated-As he ‘was’ in-Shock… witnessing Saffa-&-the drunkard coming to fist-A-fight ~ ‘while’ Both quarreled. The boy WAS still strung-Up in the-Gum tree, bloodied ~ head-hung over from his-Tree hugging body-pose … and WAS in-Need-of medical Attention…

… Paul Dared-NOT step forward to ‘help’ the injured youngster (… WHEN-something in-Him, told to ‘not’ TO-Interfere ~ that it WAS Messi’s elder-Brother’s jurisdiction) …

Then he heard sound of several moped-Bikes coming from behind, as Paul cranked-His-neck TO-SEE the-Boy’s mother (… from-The-servants’ Quarters-earlier) ~ crying-Out to her-Unconscious son…

“…Pietro! My-Pietro…!”

Jowel’s VOICE Topped-hers… when he disputed-&-claimed To-Peter in-English…

“He STOLE from His-Master’s Property! And, your-Father GRANTED-Me the-Permission à To-PUNISH any-Wrongdoers in-His-household à WHO Are-You to Say I’m WRONG in-My-carrying-out Mr. Wiford’s Order!!?”

Peter Replied…

“YOU-Idioot! He’s just a-Boy!!!”

… the spat turned-Back to-Afrikaans, Saffa-Then pointed to Paul in-The-ATV… and conversing-Back in-English…

“BEHAVE Yourself, you-Rumdum! We GOT a-Visitor!”

The Head-Groundkeeper then-Realized of-Paul’s presence ~ and, began to Calm-down. Peter instructed the-men, to cut-Down the-fainted-&-injured boy from the gumtree into the sobbing-Mother’s arms. The father who followed another moped-Rider arrived ~ both parents cradled the-Boy-away, in-The-3-bikes to the-Quarters for-Treatment…

… picking-Up his rifle… Jowel Sped-Away in-his ATV, while 5 of-His-farmhands ran-On-foot to-The-Orchards ‘behind’ Him. Both the-Walker-Brothers WERE the-ONLY-Ones left in the Whipping-post area …

Saffa started the ATV, the-Concerned Paul in passenger’s seat Asked…

“Pete, are They going to-Send the-Boy to Hospital!?”

“… no… we have Our-OWN doctor-in-the Infirmary…”

Paul kept-Quiet, thinking…

‘… what!?~ you ‘got’ your-OWN village-doctor in-The-community…!? What HAPs if he bled-to death like-Billy Iddo…!? Are you-All gonna BURYING him in an-Unmarked grave in-The-Orchard TOO…!?’

In the journey back-To-the BigHouse, Paul WAS procuring to-Himself – Of the-Living conditions of the-SA Community @the-Wilford Estate…

‘… are the workers HERE victims-Of Human Trafficking…? The brute-Jowel RAN-Away just-NOW ~ ‘NOT’ cos’ Messi-the-visitor à BUT Messi-the SON-Of Perth’s Police-Inspector ~ and Would-BE Lieutenant soon…

‘… Jowel ‘ran-Away’ when he SAW Me… BUT he Should-Be behind BARS for his-Cruelty on-A-Minor…!’

Paul Sighed to-Himself ~ he-was Thinking the-Boy’s Life WAS Saved cos’ ~ Caroline WAS ‘both’ Peter-&-Paul’s Law-Enforcing Mother… but Paul HAD to Keep-the CRIME Away in-Secret from-Mother ~ or-Else, police squad-Cars WOULD ‘storm’ InTo-the-Estate… that ‘would’ Land Peter’s stepdad in-Hot-soup, to ruin-His Billionaire’s Name-&-reputation… for-Bringing Apartheid practices into-A-foreign Country…

… it ‘made’ the 13-year-Old MORE pissed…

‘… what kindda ‘justice’ DO ‘these’ people GET when Coming to-RPL from Joburg… its ‘White-slavery’ in ‘doing’ Forced-Labor…? à where, the billionaire’s Head-Groundskeeper CAN Getaway with His Kangaroo-court Justice system à while, the ‘outside’ Police Laws-&-Order DOESN’T Apply to-PROTECT the Closed-gated community in the Private-Property of SAFFA’s stepfather…”

<><>

It was 11:11 AM when the-ATV reached the-BigHouse – from-the garage, the Walker-brothers walked to the side-Entrance to enter-the mansion…

… Peter WAS-Back to-His-jovial mood… looking-Forward TO his well-deserved summer holidays with Poe-&-Carol in Italy – when His-stepdad Returned (… away from the daily-Headaches in-The-estate) …

The boys walked-up to the-foyer ~ and heard girls’ chatters-&-laughter coming from the hallway… the boys came from a-Blind-spot to see 2 teenaged-housekeeper in their uniforms, lagging-On a bench, chitchatting in-Afrikaans…

… the-girls WERE surprised to see the-Young-Master and his-Brother ‘were’ approaching-Them ~ they Quickly ‘resumed’ their chores of sweeping-&-dusting ‘imaginary’ dirt-On-the clean marbled-floor. One girl ‘greeted’ Peter in-Their Native-Language… Saffa nodded as he walked-away…

The other girl ‘greeted’ Paul with-A-smile…

“… G’ Day, Sir…”

“… G’ Day, Miss…”

Paul ‘responded – while feeling Awkward TO-BE call ‘Sir’ at-His-age ~ and, those girls WERE in-Ther teens too… ‘just’ a few-Years older than-him (… who SHOULD-Be in school in Joburg à ‘not’ TO-BE as-Contracted foreign workers in-RPL) …

… then he noticed BOTH the girls ‘were’ Blonde-&-with Blue-eyes à SO-WAS everyone in the farm WITH Blue-eyes (… with various shades of blonde in the-Farmworkers TOO) …

‘… huh…!? Is there a-Connection…!?’

… he wondered to-Himself ~ then disputed it…

‘… but Saffa HAS Brown-eyes, and darkhaired Like-me… sheesh! I’m ‘probably’ over-Reaching-IT…’

When the-Boy followed Saffa, the annoying-Pain in his practice-Injuries Persisted-Bad ~ Paul regretted ‘coming’ over WHEN he Could-Be icing his Achilles-tendon at home ~ he muffled-the agony with-Positive-thoughts…

‘… that-boy Pietro, WOULD-BE Dead if I Hadn’t come…

‘… or Would-He…!? Would SAFFA Allow that A**hole Jowel KILL the boy ‘for’ stealing in the ClosedGate oppressed Community… WHO’re unprotected from the-OUTSIDE Law-&-Order…

‘… I Don’t trust Messi’s brother ~ something Doesn’t Add-Up… and, I donno ‘what’…!?’

Peter reached an elevator TO-GO To the-3rd-Floor (… to-His-bedroom) ~ the hobbling Paul Caught-Up… when the-older Boy said…

“Lunch Is-Served at NOON ~ its-Only 11:15 now… we head-Up to my-Pad ~ and play some PS5, yea…!? How ABOUT we play soccer…!? Poe, I’ll take Moe-Salah of Liverpool, and you take Messi for-Barca, how about-IT, yea…!?”

Paul shrugged, and nodded in-Agreement…

‘… what Do I DO, I’m ‘stuck’ with You … ‘entertain-me’ ~ cos’ hospital Visitation hour ARE 4 Hours-away…’

-O-

The 3rd-Floor’s Penthouse HAD 2 Large ‘separate’ Suite-bedrooms-Of-the 2-Masters InThe Wilford-Estate:

* On-The LEFT ‘was’ Jerad-Wilford’s (… currently Unoccupied ~ cos’ he’s in-Europe)

* On-The RIGHT ‘was’ Peter-Walker-Wilford’s suite

The elevator ‘dinged’ – the-Door opened-On the-3rd-floor… Paul’s Jaw-Dropped ‘when’ he saw a Belgian-Malinois sleeping on-A-rug – in-Auto-reaction, he-Called…

“Kitty!”

… the-Awakened dog gnashed its-TEETH in-Anger… Saffa RAN and held the-Advancing canine, that wanted to bite-Paul ~ who ‘was’ backing into the-Lift-car to-Safety. Peter Laughed…

“KITTY! Stand-Down!

“…hahaha, she ‘remembers’ that YOU Kicked her the Last-time you WERE Here…

“… he’s ‘not’ gonna HURT You, my girl…!” Peter’s forehead ‘was’ on-the dog’s head… the-pacified Kitty Licked his-face, wagging her-Tail ~ rapt for-Her Master’s return…

The perturbed, Paul’s mouth WAS shaped-As-an ‘O’…

‘… I WOULDN’T Kick My-Dog à it WAS Paul-Messi…

‘… even the-Devil Hated My-dog in POST-TREETON… he Called her-A Dingo cos’ she WAS-Brown…’

Paul Asked, as Peter WAS playing with-the-mutt…

“… does she HAS pups…!?”

“… no… she WAS Sterilized ‘when’ she WAS in Joburg… by-The-way, she’s an OldLady ‘now,’ hahaha ~ I HAD her for 10 years… Papa presented her On-my-6th Birthday a-Long Time-Ago…

“… my-Kitty is a Good Guard-dog ~ back when I WAS sickly ‘when’ I WAS little… I HAD ‘this’ Sleep-apnea symptom that I stop breathing in-My-sleep… Kitty HAD several-Times Licked-My face-To-wake Me-Up… and saved My-Life…

“… you GOOD-GIRL ~ I LOVE You…” Saffa Affectionately hugged-&-kissed her-Snout…

Paul Thought…

‘… I BET she-IS…My-Kitty GAVE Her-Life to-Protect Jane…

‘… but… they BOTH ‘were’ shot by-the Evil Doctor-Mother variant in-POST TREETON…’

Seeing Saffa-&-his dog Bonding ~ Paul Could ‘not’ BELIEVE ‘that’ Kitty WAS Peter’s DOG-in-RLP… his-Attention-span THEN ‘diverted’ by the-Opulent Living-of the wealthy Wilford-Masters’ Penthouse Suite floor on-The-3rd-Floor…

… he WAS ‘noticing’ MORE Towards the-Left side section ~ the hallway to Jared-Wilford’s Penthouse suite ~ with Displays in-glass Showcases… There WAS an Apartheid-flag, WITH ‘both’ the UK-&-Dutch flags ‘incorporated’ within it (… denoting the succession-Of European-Oppressors in the Black slave-trade, ‘during’ in-The-Dictatorship Days Of-South-Africa) …

His Stomach-turned…

‘…Yikes… ‘now’ there ARE White slaves-in-RPL… #JusticeForPietro…’

Paul WAS Drawn to-Walk-To the display glass showcases, displaying WW2 Memorabilia ~ a WAR that-Happened more-Than-80 years-Ago:

* Third Reich Flags-&-Banners – to-Paul, the-color RED symbolizing the-Bloodshed of-Victims globally in-That Dark-Era of Oppression Tyranny-&-Cruelty Of-the 3 Axis-Of-Evil (…Germany, Italy and-Japan)

* SS-&-Nazi Uniforms – with 3 Mannequins with hands-Forward in-Sig-Heil Salute

* Nazi Medals-&-Badges – there WAS even GOLD Coins* minted of Adolf-Hitler

* Propaganda Posters – ‘written’ in German – of A-drawing Of-young-Proud Boys in Civilian-dress, with their ‘Heil-Hitler’ salutes

* Nazi Eagle-&-Swastika Symbols – that reminded of AQUILA – the Eagle-bearer of the Legendary Roman Legion

*[… be reminiscent Paul OF Jared-Wilford-variant presenting him 2 SA Krugerrand-gold-coins (on 2 Separate ‘occasions’ in POST-TREETON) ~ which Paul’s soul ‘bribed’ the GrimReaper Boatman Charon… to Reincarnate in-RPL to play-The-B Game… instead Of GameOver, and sent-To Purgatory] …

“Hey-Poe, are you Coming…?”

Peter Called from-The-rear ~ and despite ‘feeling’ disgusted being-In an Apartheid-billionaire’s home, Paul walked to the-Right section of the-3rd-floor to Saffa’s bedroom… while dragging along-His-injured foot…

The-Boy WAS Astonished by-The-size of the Penthouse-Of-Saffa (… which WAS the size-Of-the Upstairs of his stepdad’s house in Swetenham Grove ~ it WAS self-Sufficient like-a service Apartment of bedroom, living room, 2-bathrooms, mini-kitchen counter and dining Table (… there WERE 2 monitors… that fed-CCTV footage of 8-cameras in-8-panels from the-MainGate, house-front and-Inside…

‘… keeping a-Lookout for the-Enforcers, aren’t-You, Saffa ~ of-your-Papa’s Slave-Camp GetUp…?’

Paul SAT on the couch, resting his-foot on-A-pouf, with an-80” LED TV mounted-On-the wall … displaying the Screensaver Of-psychedelic-Patterns… with Techno House-music coming from the million-dollar Kharma Grand-Enigma stereo-system…

Seated he Looked around ~ and SAW the tennis-Trophies, ‘won’ at-SHS and St. Stithians (… Saffa’s SA-school in Joburg). There were photos of 3-years Ago, with the-13-year-old-Peter, with a protistic leftie, and holding a-Babolat racquet in-His-right Hand…

… on close scrutiny, Paul sighed-To-himself…

‘… jeez, he ‘looks’ like-Me ~ but scrawnier…’

After Peter SetUp the PS5’s FC-24 Soccer-game he WENT to the pantry to-Get-snacks… 2-Cokes from the fridge, while the-younger Brother ‘looked’ Around at a-RED painted-wall ~ that contrasted A-large WHITE-Frame… IN-IT Was the taxidermist-Of-pinned RED Admiral Monarch species Butterflies… that Raised AlarmBells…

‘… yikes ~ the-TimeTraveler John SAID Red-Butterflies-Were-signs of-Danger…!’

… he WAS SOON Distracted by-Saffa’s voice Calling-Out…

“Chika! Chika, where the f***-Are you, you-Kaffir…!?”

… small-voices hooting-screech grunts WERE heard by a-Capuchin monkey* (… coming-Out from its-Hiding) ~ Peter scolded IT…

“Bad-monkey! Why DID you escape from-Your cage?”

Seeing the-Master with a bag-Of-groundnuts, the critter GOT excited and-Leapt on-His-shoulder… its paw caressing Peter’s face, while affectionately coiling-Its Long-tail on-the teenager’s neck…

*[… it WAS the same species that the supervillain Hajji, the South-Perth Zookeeper HAD in the-OTHER PERTH] …

“Bad-Monkey ~ no-Nuts for You!” Peter said, with Chika screeching Aloud-In-dissent …

The seated-Paul ‘was’ surprised…

‘… SAFFA is an-Animal Lover ~ he’s GOT 2-pets…’

Peter joined him on the-Couch with-The-snacks, with Chika hopping on-The-armrest ~ Saffa WAS still meddling with the-PS5 Console ~ while the Tiny-monkey screeched at-Him-to ‘hurry-Up’… the-Annoyed Peter Responded…

“Patience! You Kaffir!”

… Paul smiled as He saw Saffa Communicating with-A-monkey in Afrikaans ~ and-Thought…

‘… he’s a Billionaire’s son, who HAS no-Friends Outside-School WHO-visits à and the-Loner WHO-Talked to-His-pets…’

Peter HAD set the Barcelona vs Liverpool game-In-The South-Africa’s FNB-Stadium (… with the-Capacity of 95,000-spectators). In the-Stereo system WERE Chanting-&-singing of-The-Volume gathered, with Sensurround-sounds of African-drums, and blowing Vuvuzela trumpets…

… Chika began TO-Dance ~ the Walker-Brothers ‘were’ amused-By-its Antics. Peter cracked the tab-Of-his Coke-can ~ and cheers-the Can-to Paul’s, saying…

“… yasis!”

He rewarded Chika with a-Shelled-groundnut for its Dancing-Trick ~ the monkey bit-And-cracked the nut-In-its mouth to-Eat-it. Saffa turn to his-Brother… grinning-&-Said…

“Let the-GAME Begin!”

… BUT ~ Paul WAS in-NO-mood to play videogames ~ he was-Still ‘disturbed’ after he saw the mini-Apartheid regime-Of-RPL, in-The-oppressed White farmhand Slaves. Then he SAW the Nazi White-Supremist WW2 Memorabilia à and Paul MADE the-Connection…

‘… so, the Jared-Variant ‘wants’ TO-BE the Slave-Master to the Blond-&-BlueEyed WHITE Slaves in-RPL…’

The ONLY ‘connection’ Paul Couldn’t ‘make’ WAS…

‘… ‘why’ DID the blond-&-blue-eyed Jared ‘adopt’ THIS darkhaired-&-brown-eyed Peter…!? He’s the-ONLY ODD-One-Out in-The-Wilford Estate…’

Before-long, Alexzander-Arnold SCORED a Liverpool’s Early-Goal ~ Saffa Celebrated aloud, so-did Chika who summersault flipped-&-danced to the Cheers, from victory Drum-beats on-The-stereo. The Master ‘rewarded’ his pet with A-groundnut…

… Paul WASN’T still ‘not’ into-The-game à he Rather-Be @PerthHospital, than Here… but the Hospital’s Visitation-Hour WAS 4-Hours-away… he ‘had’ TO-BE Patient cos’ Saffa HAD Promised to take-Him there Later…

The younger-Boy PLAYED Defensive Total-Football ~ but the Liverpool’s Attacks WERE formidable… and on-The-23rd-minute, Saffa ‘was’ 2-0-Up when Sadio-Mani Scored. The Robotic-armed Peter jumped-Out the-Couch-&-Celebrated-with the-dancing Chika…

In-humiliation, Paul’s eyebrows Locked ~ the Competitive Mood-Kicked-IN…

‘… I Ain’t Losing-To-Saffa – ‘not’ Today ~ I NEED A-Comeback!’

Peter Rewarded a-Groundnut to-The-monkey… and resumed the-match. Unbeknownst-to-Him, Paul ‘released’ MESSI-the-Soccer genie (… who WAS the ‘greater’ Soccer-Technician than him, WHO Could ‘read’ the-Game strategy) à while Poe-pushed the-Buttons on-The- DuelSense Edge joystick…

The next 10 Minutes WERE the most-Competitive for the Walker siblings – with numerous hits-&-misses, but No-goals. Paul noticed-&-bemazed that the-Capuchin monkey WAS ‘trained’ To-KNOW the-game… as it griped-&-showed humanlike ‘reactions’ of-Frustrations (… like face-Palming on-Itself ~ When the-Goalkeepers SAVED Balls) …

Finally, on the 32nd-minute Saffa MADE a-Defensive error ~ and Lionel Messi scored 1-2… the monkey Rejoiced, and summersaulted ~ it HOPPED to Paul’s Armrest and tapped his shoulder, reaching its-paw ‘asking’ for a-Groundnut… Paul gave Chika 2. It DID the cha-cha holding the 2-groundnuts in-Both-paws like Rattle-percussions … Saffa angrily Teased it…

“You Traitor Kaffir! Get Back-Here!”

The brothers Laughed ‘when’ it Didn’t come-To-Saffa… they Resumed the-Game. Paul WAS dominating the-Ball possession, while Peter WAS Defensive ~ then on-the 38th-An-Opening came, and Lionel-Messi Leveled 2-2… with a-Precise header to-The-net…

… Paul rewarded Chika 2-more peanuts ~ Peter Laughed-&-threatened-in-Afrikaans… the pet IGNORED Him ~ and Chose-To sit-&-cheer FOR-Messi…

“You Betrayer! I’ll COOK You, and I’ll Cannibal-Holocaust eat you SomeDay, hahaha!”

He then-Complimented Paul…

“… whoa-Brotherr ~ your PS5 is ‘broken… how-Come you’re good at-It…!? It’s Astonishing, that you Leveled-Up So-Quickly…”

Paul just smiled…

“… practice-Brotherr ~ 6-Days ago… I WASN’T into-Sports as A-Quadriplegic, BUT I ‘was’ into-Nintendo’s First-Person Shooter games in-POST TREETON – then I GOT ‘suck-In-here,’ and-Reincarnated-in-RPL… ‘here-I’m’... playing PS5-soccer with-You TODAY ~ what are the-Odds…!?’

In a turn-Of-event, Peter GOT a-Penalty shot – Liverpool’s Muhammad-Salah ‘took’ the spot-kick, and Saffa WAS Ahead 3-2 in-Score ~ His-monkey summersaulted with the sound-Of-soundtrack of the cheering stadium… it went-Over TO-BE reward a-groundnut, and Saffa Spoke ‘chided-something’ to Chika in-Afrikaans – it nodded-&-grinned in delight to GET its incentive-groundnut…

Paul WAS amused-By Peter’s Close-friendship with a-chimp that sat-Back with-Peter ~ WHO was-Leading. But ‘not’ for-Long, when Barcelona’s Leonardo-Messi made a-Solo RUN in-Between the Liverpool-Defense to score his-Hattrick on the dying-seconds Of-the-First Half…

Peter WAS amazed by the-Beautiful-Goal, and tapped his-brother’s Shoulder to-Congratulate. The score WAS 3-3 between the-Walker Brothers ~ Chika TOO Celebrated by dancing… and went TO Paul for-remuneration ~ the-Boy grabbed a handful of groundnuts, and gave-it to-The-rapt tiny-Monkey…

Paul WAS in-The-mood to PLAY the-2nd-Half with Lionel-Messi’s hattrick ~ He COULD-NOT Lose cos’ Paul ‘read’ the-game ‘better’ As-he played soccer-in-RPL… unlike-Saffa, a tennis-player ‘whose’ armchair hobby ‘was’ PS5’s FC24-soccer…

‘… hey-devil ~ remember THE-TIME I ‘beat’ you-In-tennis VDO-Games in-The-OTHER PERTH à you’re So Pissed that you COULDN’T Control the joystick with One-Arm à Coming-out after OUR Tragic BMW-Accident…’

The Boys WERE Distracted by-Kitty’s barks* ‘outside’ the Penthouse’s Closed-Door… Saffa said…

“We ‘definitely’ will Continue-2nd Half Later ~ its Lunch-Time… Let’s Eat…”

*[… Kitty’s task WAS to-Alert Saffa ~ when it HEARD Nana ringing the meal-Bell… which the-HyperSensitive dog Heard from-The-dining Room, 3-Floors Down] …

Before the-Boys Left ~ Paul ‘reminded THAT the Living-room WAS messy with litters of groundnut shells on-The-floor~ Saffa said ‘not’ to-Bother…

‘… oh-yea, I-Forgot ~ your White-Slave girls Would-DO your-Housekeeping for-You…’

It was lunch-Time FOR the-brothers… and the-Pets TOO. When the door WAS Opened ~ Chika hopped on Kitty’s back and rode-It-cowboy, as the animals raced-First to-The-elevator. The impatient-Capuchin monkey WAS screeching at the-Boys to Come-over faster…

Saffa ignored-IT ~ while he TOLD Paul to ‘remind’ him of the spare DuelSense Edge joystick from Storage, which he WANTED to present him. The Older-boy ‘wished’ Paul Luck-in-Playing the Anglican High-School’s Dragons (… where the-Socceroo Scouts WOULD Attend ‘next’ Saturday) …

The Brothers reached the-waiting ‘hungry’ pets ~ and the-4 ‘got’ into-The-elevator … Chika stood on-Kitty’s back ~ and pressed the Down-button…

<>

The lift dinged-On-the ground-Floor ~ the door-Opened, the-chimp ‘riding’ the dog RAN-Out first. Peter LED his-guest to the-Dining area. There was an-Elegantly-set wooden-carved table-For-6 with fruits awaited them. The HEAD chair ‘was’ empty (… reserved for the-Master-Of the-House ~ currently-in-Europe) ~ Saffa SAT at the Right-of-The empty chair, while Paul sat Opposite him on-The-table… Thinking…

‘… back in-the Ikea-Table of-The OTHER-PERTH, the-devil HAD ‘entitled’ himself to sit IN-Our Late-father’s Head-chair cos’ he WAS the Elder-borne to Dad, ‘after’ he DIED in-The-BMW car-crash…’

Paul saw 6 women in an-Open-air kitchen ~ practicing therapeutic Outdoor-charcoal cooking. He noticed that the-injured Pietro’s mother among-THEM. Some were ‘excited’ to SEE the presence Of-the dog-&-chimp* coming-Over TO-BE Fed…

*[… Chika WAS ‘more’ popular ~ as it WAS rare… cos’ There WAS NO monkey-species ‘existing’ in-Australia (except-for the ‘imported’ Ones in-Zoos) … half the mammal species WERE marsupial, like kangaroos… therefore monkeys ‘were’ rare, unlike in-South Africa where the ‘servants’ WERE-From] …

BOTH the-pets HAD ‘their’ special diet. Chika ate Mixed fruit-salad of the overripen exotic fruits from the-Orchard. Kitty TOO didn’t eat dried commercial dog-food, but WAS served homecooked meat…

At the main table WERE 2 bowls-Of ‘white-jewel-strawberries’ and ‘Roman-ruby-grapes’ for the-Boys’ appetizer. Peter poured 2 glasses of-red wine (… made in-grapes Of-their ‘own’ vineyard ~ which Saffa said their wine ‘was’ average-tasty, and for household consumption… blaming the-farms’ acidic-soil) …

… BUT he boasted that their green Glasshouse exotic-&-expensive fruits-In-the-Orchard which paid-Off… and he WAS looking forward for the harvest of the purple-skinned Miyazaki mangoes (… the most-Expensive mango in-The-world ~ fetching a price-Of USD14,000-a-Kilo) …

‘… yea, THEN-whip the-Ones of-The-skin in-Their backs for stealing…’

Saffa ‘offered’ Paul to eat the-served ‘priced’ strawberries-&-grapes ~ he WAS reluctant at first, and gave in to-savor the strawberry (that was A$15 each) and the-grapes (… which were A$13,000 a bunch) – he ‘just’ took one-Of-each despite witnessing an 8-year-Old boy WAS beaten ruthlessly for stealing THOSE ‘same’ fruits (that WERE Strictly for the Masters-Of-the BigHouse’ Table consumption). When Paul ATE it ~ it WAS Gloriously-&-the Tastiest he ‘had’ eaten in his Entire-life (… but refused-To Go-for-2nd) …

Peter WAS saying they were Having Goat-meat South-African dishes (… Paul ‘had’ consumed LOCAL sheep-&-lamb meat ~ the ‘only’ time, he ‘had’ goat-meat WAS in-Indian Takeaway… but they ‘made’ it Hot-&-Spicy ~ which he-Disliked). Saffa WAS explaining the-Taste difference of Chevon meat (adult-goat) vs Cabrito (young-goat) … before-Long, the uniformed Women-servants from-The-outdoors, WERE bringing 4 dishes-To-the Table, for the-Boys’ Lunch:

* Charcoal-cooked Boerbok goat-leg stew, with baby carrots-&-corn

* Tomato-based spicy-Fried Goat-Chops

* Slow roast pulled-goat Shoulder (… fine shredded Cabrito ~ ate with corn-pitas)

* Dry-stewed Goat-Tagine with ‘pap’ maize meal

Saffa ‘kept’ repeating that the-SHS Canteen-food were-Disgusting, and-He looked forward to Homecooked food in-The-weekend – even Paul AGREED (… after 5 days-Of-eating BigMacs, that the-Uber driver ‘provided’ for Messi’s sportsman’s protein-Intake). Then he Asked Saffa looking at the-Empty chairs…

“… isn’t Nana ‘joining’ us For-Lunch…?”

The nonchalant-Peter replied, as he chewed Into-the fried-Goat-chop…

“… no, the-Servants DON’T ‘sit’ with-Us…”

… Paul Simply-Nodded back…

‘… new-Realm ~ new-Rules, I ‘get’ IT, SAFFA…’

… that WAS a divisive Mindset that Saffa’s Apartheid FATHER had-instill his stepson – WhereElse, in POST-TREETON ~ the-SA-housekeeper Nana, cooked-&-dined with-THEM at the Ikea-table of the Walker-House (… when the preggo-Bella ‘moved-In’ with Peter, in his-bedroom) …

Then the-Mary Groundwater-variant, and the-woman WHO-was Pietro’s mother Came to the-Dining table, after the 4 uniformed servants left ‘after’ bringing dishes. Paul OBSERVED…

… that she HAD a-Blackeye – that she got ‘when’ her drunkard husband… punched-her…

‘… you F***er-Jowel à you’re HURTING women-&-children ~ and, I CAN’T DO Anything-About it…’

He sighed… continued-Observing…

… the Nana-variant WAS in her late-40s (looking ‘different’) ~ unlike POST-TREETON’s Mrs. Groundwater who-WAS in her late-60s (… and wore a wig). Paul ‘was’ verifying IF she WAS the ‘same’ person à which she ‘was’ ~ by the mole-In-her throat area…

The middle-aged woman DIDN’T Make eye-contact ‘with’ Paul ~ so-He Distracted her by-Complimenting… (Knowing-TOO the-POST-TREETON variant ‘used’ to work in a-Michelin-restaurant…

“… err… Excellent-cooking, Mrs. Groundwater… yum-yum!”

The woman ‘ignored’ him ~ while serving ‘only’ Saffa – by-Refilling his wine-Glass and water-Goblet. Saffa replied…

“… she Doesn’t ‘speak’ English, Poe…”

… and, went ‘translating’ in-Afrikaans of what-His brother ‘had’ said ~ BUT she disregarded the-nice things Flattered-about her-Cooking… that left Paul feeling Awkward…

‘… maybe-the A**hole Messi ~ Might-Have ‘pissed’ her-Off… he DID kick-Kitty the Last-time he WAS-Here…’

… Paul Ate her-tasty goat-meat Dishes, while his thoughts WERE ‘still’ in-POST TREETON ~ of the Kindhearted variant-Of-her ‘over’ There, that Paul ‘was’ thankful-To…

‘… thanks for the Scooby-Doo sweater you Knitted-for-Me ~ it ‘really’ helped when I FLEW in High-Altitude… and, I get-IT, Nana…

‘… new-Realm ~ new-Rules…’

<><>

Before 4 PM, both the-Boys WERE at the-Garage… Saffa ‘kept’ his-Promise to his-younger sibling To-GoTo-hospital. Peter WAS checking his iPhone at the DriverSeat ~ Paul ‘was’ seated in the passenger-seat… watching the-vertical gull-winged door ‘closing’ ~ and he chanced a blonde-servant girl ‘peeping’ at a-window nearby…

… it WAS the ‘same’ blond-&-BlueEyed teenager, who greeted him just-now, when he arrived ‘after’ the-Orchard visit…

Behind from-The-window curtain, she smiled-&-waved ‘goodbye’ to-Him ~ he reciprocated-mutually by waving-BACK at her ~ Saffa looked-UP… and SAW ‘that’ from-the windshield – the curtain Immediately Came-Down… as the Girl HID from her-Master… the-nonchalant Saffa ‘said’ to-Himself…

“… isn’t THAT Lerato…!?”

“… huh-who…!?” Paul reactively-Responded…

Peter didn’t reply-him ~ while he pressed-The-start Ignition-button… and drove…

Paul-Thought that-Saffa ‘had’ LIED That the servant-Girls ‘were’ Contracted-workers from South-Africa…

‘… so, the-girl’s name is Lerato ~ poor WHITE-Slave girl…

‘… back-in-Joburg, her poverty-stricken-Parent ‘might’ HAVE ‘sold’ her to the SnakeHeads of-The-human Trafficking Syndicate à and, Jared-Wilford purchased ‘her’ to work-in-RPL ~ as she ‘fitted’ His-Aryan criteria (…Blond-&-BlueEyed) …

‘… NOW ~ the-Poor Teen-Girl Is-Stuck HERE in-This Closed-gated Community à that is Cut-Off from the justice-System of-The-outside-World à in-The-domain of The White Supremacist-Master Wilford, and his-brutal henchman-Jowel…

‘… yea, poor-Lerato… I ‘feel’ you… where-OUTSIDE the-Wilford’s Fence-Gate à Are Teens ‘just’ like you, ‘having-The-time’ of-Their-lives in school…

‘… and, falling-In-love… like ‘most’ girls-your AGE Do à and-NOW, you Are-Attracted to-Messi… your-Saffa’s Master’s brother…’

-O-

The journey to the hospital WAS 23-KM-away ~ Saffa WAS Quiet during the-entire journey (‘not’ even playing the-stereo). Paul enjoyed the peace-&-quiet TOO in-The-speeding car… looking-Out the window, at Landmarks that ‘wasn’t’ in-the Other Perth-earths… occasionally, peering-back at the-driver WHO-was discreet, wondering if ‘anything’ that mattered ‘was’ Wrong…

‘… he Can’t-Be pissed-Off – that I BEAT him in-The-2nd-half ~ where HIS Liverpool LOST 4-7 to-Barcelona…

‘… AnyWays… he ‘then’ Chose the-Next Game he WAS familiar-With – I really ‘sucked’ in Grand-Theft-Auto5… never played-The-D*** thing-Before… and Saffa BEAT Me à so-WHY he’s pissed…!?’

The RED DeLorean ‘was’ Then stuck-in-a Mass Traffic-jam… with-A police Road-block, that Diverted vehicles into an-Alternate Road cos’ there WERE Mini-sinkholes and-Deep cracks On-the current-road they WERE in (… the ‘development’ OF Aftermath-fractures from the-Quake, of-3 days-Ago) …

They WERE bumper-To-bumper for a-VERY Long time ~ Saffa ‘was’ Cursing in-Afrikaans. Then FOR the-next 10-minutes Peter ‘was’ silent again. Paul TOO was Anxious if he COULD Make it-TO-the hospital ‘during’ Visiting Hours… OrElse, His-Saturday WAS Wasted…

Peter then-broke his-Silence and spoke-To-him…

“… Poe, you’re ‘not’ Telling-Mom of WHAT Happened. Aren’t-You…?”

Paul replied his-Question with a-Question…

“… of-What-WHAT Happened…?”

“… err-You ‘know’ ~ Jowel ‘beating’ the-Boy-Up…”

… Paul ‘was’ now-Speechless… as-He recalled the-gruel incident of the tiny-scrawny child strapped on-the gum-Tree like-A-whipping-Post… bleeding after the-farm Overseer Caned-Him a Half-Dozen-times…

‘… but Saffa DID Stood-Up-to that A**hole-Jowel…’

“You could HAVE Done More, Pete…! What IF That-boy Dies, then-What!?”

The frustrated Older-boy was-Stumped ~ in knee-Jerk-reaction… he Blared the horn in-The-jam… as he then-Replied…

“… what more Could I DO…!? I’m ‘just’ the Peacekeeper until Papa comes back ~ so, I WANT to-Know à if you’re Telling Mom-Of what happened today, Are-you…?”

“… no… provided YOU DON’T Tell I went to-Hospital to-SEE JOHN…”

Peter Replied…

“… okay, I Won’t tell her either, Brotherr…”

“Good-choice, Brotherr…”

The-Boys ‘were’ in their Silent-mode ‘again’…

… the Walker-Brothers HAVE similar tacit understanding-Of-an Agreement in the-Other Perth-earths… in their Curse-Trio secrets – where Caroline Doesn’t know-That Paul WAS GeminiBlue … (even if Saffa betrayed-him, He ‘had’ More dirt on-Him that he WAS ‘still’ Going-Out with Crazy-Jane, and his-Papa the Apartheid supremist, who ran a-White Slaves-Farming Operation-ring in his-Wilson estate) …

… furthermore…

… Paul ‘wanted’ NO-TROUBLE ~ and, ‘was’ presuming the Saffa-variant Wasn’t a-Threat for any-Existential-Crisis in-RPL (…unlike his-devil Twin’s superpowers WERE Catastrophic disastrous Events Which-WERE ‘caused’ By-his-INNER Negative emotions) … he then-HAD an-Inner Monologue…

‘… I HAVE Been to-Hell-&-Back in facing the-devil in-The-Other earths, ‘where’ I-Reincarnated again-&-again à THIS-Saffa variant is Minor-Like-ME TOO… and there is Nothing we can-Do to Change the Ways-Of-the Adult-World…

‘… even-IF He Betrays-Me… fine… I Can Deal with HIM…

‘… the Way-I see-IT ~ There is NO Absolute-Truth in-Playing the-B-Game that Can f***-Me Sideways… and All I WANT is an-Absolute peace-Of-mind… so-That I can ‘focus’ on-My-next Mission-MOVES HERE-in-RPL…

‘… that’s WHY I gotta SEE-John…’

<><>

After more-than an-Hour in Traffic, the RED Sportscar reached the-Destination of-Perth-Hospital à where THERE ‘were’ further delays as the Security Was-Tight ~ with the-International NEWS Of-the Airport Heist… 8 Policemen DEAD, Cardinal Beltran Critically-Wounded, and Vatican’s Sword-Of-Kerubiel Was-Stolen ‘again’…

… in came the CTU-Calvery ~ with their investigations into ‘domestic’ Terrorism LEAD Into International Terrorism à over-50 CTU Agents WERE Deployed in-Perth Hospital ~ where the seriously-injured Catholic-Cardinal WAS recovering from surgery, surviving the yesterday’s Airport-Heist…

It ‘came’ with the-Whole package Of-further Delays ~ where BOMB-SOUAD checked cars Thoroughly in the carpark. Paul looked at his-Timex watch ~ there WAS ½-Hour of visitation-Hour Left… sighed-Deep…

‘… just-great – Messi’s mom’s Lover ~ CTU Reedus-Dickson IS Jack-Bauerring 24-Seven in-The-hospital NOW…

‘… Like a-crappy Walking-Dead ‘crossover’…’

-O-

Both the-Boys followed the signages and made-Their way to-the ESU (Emergency Stroke-Unit) ~ that was on-The-higher floor. Saffa HAD brought his-OWN fruit-basket (… in their ‘prized-produce’ Of-apples, grapes-&-strawberries From-the-Wilford-Estate). It was a Long-walk over there ~ (with almost 2-Hours Of-sitting in a leg-cramped compacted-car) ~ Paul WAS limping-in-pain from his-Soccer injury…

They stepped-Out the-Crowded elevator on the ESU-Floor. Paul WAS keeping-A-lookout for CTU Joe ‘Reedus’ Dickson…

‘… s***! If he SAW me ~ that ‘blows’ my-Cover going behind Messi’s mom… to visit the-TimeTraveler…’

He looked-Up to-The entrance THAT-Was ‘familiar’…

… where, Back-in POST-TREETON à he HAD-Came here-BEFORE ~ when Uber-Gary Morrison accompanied quadriplegic-Paul-&-visually impaired-Jane à TO visit her-daddy… WHO suffered from stroke à but They were DENIED visitation by the-Desk-Nurse (… as-Per instructions of-Shelly-Wilson à the-Evil doctor-mother) …

… Deja-vu à it WAS the-SAME Nurse was-On Duty (… ‘who’ HAD a-big mole on-the-Tip of-Her-nose) …

Peter reached her-Desk first, putting the fruit-basket on-The-counter waiting for the Delaying-&-Limping Paul – WHO ‘was’ hesitant to come-Over… Saffa asked Paul…

“… what’s the-Name of-That patient…!?”

… Paul WAS speechless ‘when’ the-Nurse LOOKED at-him ~ as Paul ‘back’ at her… it WAS ‘not’ an ‘out-Of-sight-Out-of-Mind’ face (… especially the-Bullseye ‘mole’ on-The-nose) … the woman with the-Visitor’s Logbook Anticipated-his reply, before-she Asked…

“… what!? You forgot ‘his’ name…?”

Paul cleared-His-throat – and-Stammered… while-looking at her name-tag – NEWTON…

“… huh… he’s… his-name… err… See-Lum… Tat…”

The Nurse HAD a-Suspicious Look on-Both-the Boys ~ and asked…

“… who is-He to-YOU…?”

“… err… my-Neighbor…”

“… former-Neighbor…” Saffa-Corrected…

“… strictly-NO Visitors for-That Patient – he’s ‘under’ a-Police-Investigation-case…” She said and Closed the Visitors-Book at them…

Paul ‘understood’ the situation – that the ‘same’ Nurse DENYING Visitation for Jane to-SEE Anthony WAS ‘repeating’ Her-Action-in-RPL – of- REFUTING Visitation to the-Admitted John-See… Paul wanted to Cut-his loss… BUT ‘not’ Peter…

“Holy-F***-A-Doodoo! I spend the-Last 2 hours-In-traffic to-GET here ~ and you just ‘simply’ say, ‘No-Visitation’ to-Us? Do you ‘know’ WHO We-Are ~ we’re the-Sons of-A-police-inspector TOO!? And, we’re here to-Visit OUR Chinese ‘former’ neighbor…

“… unless you’re a F***ing Racist ~ you Will-Grant OUR Visitation Right-now à WHICH Room is OUR ChinaMan in…!?”

“Did you CURSE At-Me, Boy!? I’M Calling Security!” The Nurse ‘was’ Alarmed-&-Reached for-The-phone…

The apological-Paul grabbed Peter’s Robotic arm, saying…

“… sorry, Nurse-Newton… no-Need for-That à we’re Leaving!”

“F***-No, Poe… who Does she think She-is? ~ just a-Government-Civil servant… incomed by OUR Tax-Payers’ Money ~ that my-Papa TOO pay-his Cooperate TAXES for these inbreeds’ salaries ~ BUT here-WE Are… with THEM to GIVE S*** to Our Lives INSTEAD!”

“NO! We’re Leaving!”

Cursing a-slew of Afrikaans’ slurs… Peter shrugged Paul off-His-Leftie ~ and confronted the-Woman…

“Oii! Nurse-Rudolph Blacknose… I demand we see the-Patient!”

Peter lifted-&-slammed the fruit-basket on the-Visitor book ~ the plastic-tore, and 2-Apples rolled-On-the floor… while some Strawberries scattered on-The-desk…

The nurse WAS scared and stepped-Back Still-Holding the-Telephone receiver. Paul the ‘peacemaker’ stood-In-between-&-threated his-fist AT Saffa’s face…

“ENOUGH SAFFA! We’re Going ~ my-Apologies. Nurse-Newton à We’re Leaving!”

Paul Dragged his-Arm to Leave ~ Peter WHO-was still pissed, held the ‘torn’ fruit-basket (… leaving a trail of $10-each strawberry on the-Floor). The Older-Boy insulted…

“GO-Get a-B****y Plastic Surgery ~ staring-At-your Deformity gives me Lazy-Eyes!”

Peter dumped the rest-Of-the expensive fruits into the-Open TrashBin... he shrugged-Off Paul’s Dragging-Arm, and walked-Ahead cursing-in-Afrikaans to-Himself in-the mildly-Crowded ESU-Ward… Paul followed next, Limping-Over in pain…

… as a tactician, he Anticipated WHAT Next-was GOING To-Happen…

‘… that nurse WILL Call Security ~ and I’m in-Trouble… and Mom WOULD ‘know’ cos’ Joe-Reedus Dickson-Would ‘recognize’ Me in the CCTV footage…

‘… dammit… WHY THE-F*** Did-Saffa Act-Like the-Sonnufa Privilege Billionaire a**hole? ~ this is the-Real World à and ‘not’ your-CLOSED B****y Wilford Estate-Community…’

Peter Calmed-while he Reached the lift-Area – and pressed the-Down-button… while his-Annoyed, bigger-Built younger-Brother in a Loud-striking shirt-Came, and GRABBED Saffa’s Leather-jacket, and berated…

“F***-You, SAFFA! WHAT Were You-Doing Back-There! You WANT-Me to GET-Caught!!? And, WHY Did you Mention MOM’s name ~ WHAT-If the hospital Call her-To-verify… have-You Thought ‘about’ That!!?”

Peter WAS Stumped wordless ~ Paul TOO Calmed-Down, as their sibling-Squabbles were Getting attention from passer-byers, and a-Few who WAITED for-The-Elevator…

‘… d***-Security is TIGHT ever-since the-Cardinal-was ‘gunned-Down and Admitted in-THIS Hospital…’

…then He REMEMBERED a-Similar Incident – in the SAME Perth-Hospital… in PERTHLAND ~ where ‘similarly,’ Lord-Stamford Crowley WAS Gunned-Down by-The-fugitive supervillain HAJJI… the 154-Year-OldMan ‘was’ in-Critical Condition in-Trauma-Unit in-His Death-bed…

… then Came the Limousine, the-Billionaire’s niece ~ Jezebel-Crowley, with her 16-year-Old Boyfriend Peter* (… where Paul TOO Hitched-A-ride with-Them) TO-Perth Hospital, in a tight-Securities FROM The-media circus-Frenzy ~ of the-Night-of The-Shooting-Of-A Billionaire…

*[… Long-Story-short à Peter’s miracle Golden-Blood SAVED the-Billionaire’s Life] …

About a-Dozen people ‘waited’ for the-Elevator ~ the curious Paul Asked-Saffa…

“What is-Your Blood Type…?”

“… Huh-wat…!? It’s B+ ~ why DO-You Ask…!?’

“… nah-NeverMind…”

The lift door-Opened and everyone entered ~ including Peter… Paul WAS-the ‘last’ to get in the cramped car-Cabin ~ as the-Door ‘almost’ shutted…

… Paul SAW in-A-near distance Of-a-Familiar person Outside – he put-Out his hand to-Stop the Closing door… and RAN-out of the-Elevator…

“Oii-Poe! Where you-Going?” Saffa shouted – as he TOO scrambled-Out in a-rough hurried manner, crushing Onto-a couple-Of Displeased-people… he saw Paul running, and Followed-suit…

Paul RAN After An-Asian man ‘who’ had-A-bandaged head, pushing an-IV stand-On-wheels in-The-hallway…

‘… I’ve SEEN-HIM Before ~ he ‘was’ Unconscious in the GlassHouse à the night WHEN the H8-Gang ‘robbed’ John…’

Paul Cried-out…

“… hey-Mister ~ wait!”

The-Myanmar SAW 2 Caucasian youth running-&-approaching-Fast ~ and, he panicked… almost trampling-Over mobile-wheeled stand that fitted his intravenous-infusion IV-Drip bag. The man WAS Terrified and shouted-For-help. Paul reached to-Him to-Calm him…

“No-wait! Mister, I’m John-See’s friend ~ I WAS Out-There on-The-night Of-the Robbery!”

The-Man ‘misinterpreted’ Paul – as the H8 Gang à that Came-To-Hospital to OFF-Him… he Cried-OUT Louder-For HELP…

“Stay-Away! Police! Police!”

Saffa caught-Up, and Asked…

“Poe, WHO is-he? He’s Calling for-Police à Oii! ShutUp, YOU!”

Paul snapped-&-shuffled Saffa-Off from Confronting the-AsianMan…

“YOU-Shut-Up, Saffa! Get-Lost ~ I’m TRYING To ‘have’ a-Private Talk-HERE!”

BUT-Peter Didn’t Leave… as he saw his-Brother calming-The-frightened Man-down…

“… mister-Look-at me ~ don’t-Be alarmed… I’m Paul… I’m John’s friend…”

“… huh, Paul Walker…!? Are you ‘actually’ Him? I’m Trann… Mr. See’s Caretaker… on the first-Day while he WAS Admitted… he came-In-&-Out of-coma ASKING for-you… he HAD Asked-me to-Give you a-Message…”

Saffa intervened-&-blurted…

“Poe, are-You going-To-Believe him…? He wanted-To-call the-Police ON-US a-While-Ago…!!”

Paul Shouted at-Peter…

“Just SHUTUP, Saffa! Don’t COCK This-up Like You-Did with Nurse-Newton à BackOff NOW!!!”

The-Boy Looked at-The-Man…

“… what is-The-message, Mr. Trann? What DID he-Say…!?”

Trann Cleared-his-throat, and-Said…

“… he Told-Me to-TELL you-To-retrieve the-SWORD! It’s YOUR Birthright Weapon To FIGHT-Your-TWIN with-It, at-The EndWars ~ 20-years ‘from’ Now…”

Paul ‘understood’ the-Message – BUT The LoudMouth Older-Brother Intervened-Again….

“Poe! Wait-a-Minute ~ he’s Lying thru-His-bruinmense teeth à Oii! Don’t BullS*** a-BullS***er! Poe DOSEN’T Have Any-Twin-Brother à I’m the-ONLY Older-Brother!!”

Paul Pointed at-Him, and Warned…

“ShutUp, Saffa! F***-OFF!”

… he turned-Back to-Trann…

“… Mr. Trann, WhatElse did he-Say…?”

“… that’s All… he slipped into-Coma in-The-next 2 days --> now, they ARE Prosecuting him for theft-&-possession of the-Vatican’s Artifacts… even they’re holding-Me as a-Suspect-Accomplice to Mr. See…”

The 3-Of-them HEARD a-Loud woman’s voice – to see a Female CTU Agent with a Bullet-proof vest-On her Work-suit…

“HEY! You’re ‘not’ supposed to-Talk to Him!”

Paul grabbed Peter’s Leather-jacket sleeves ~ and, the Walker-Brothers Ran-Away… ‘not’ waiting for-The-elevator (… but using the-Exit staircase to GET to-the-LowerLevel Carpark) …

His mind-WAS in-Overdrive…

‘… how-The-b****y-Hell am-I Getting the-LOST Sword… I don’t have a-CrystalBall to see-HOW…!? Furthermore, I’m NOT-A-Supe BUT ‘just’ a-Minor…

‘…even-IF I Could LOCATE the-Missing-Sword…

‘… it’s insignificant Chances Rate-Of my-Success ARE LOW to-Pull-Off this Sword mission…

‘…gad-O’ gosh… Poe-&-Messi ~ what Do-I-Do…!!?’