Part 9: link
Aredian strides to the witness stand from the back of the courtroom, a thin, severe, imposing figure, all in black. Something about his demeanor makes everyone uncomfortable in his presence, like they’re afraid that he’s going to shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips and smite them just for breathing the same air.
“Good Lord, Arthur, where’d your father meet him?” Gwen whispers.
“I honestly have no idea. Some pertanyaan are better left unanswered,” he whispers back. He’s been enjoying whispering in her ear all afternoon, though he feels slightly guilty about his enjoyment, in light of the circumstances.
Leon stands after Aredian is sworn in.
“State your full name, please.”
“Jack Aredian.”
Leon pauses a second. “All right,” he nods. “And what is your occupation, sir?”
“Maintenance expert.”
“Can anda explain to the court what that exactly means?”
“I know how mechanical things work. I diagnose problems and I fix them.”
“Is there anything anda cannot fix?”
“I have yet to discover one.”
“Very good,” Leon says, clearing his throat. Clearly even he is a bit unnerved oleh his own witness. “A week yang lalu Friday, anda paid a visit to the warehouse at Alined Paper, is this correct?”
“Yes.”
“And what were your findings?”
“My findings are on the laporan in your hands.”
Leon takes an almost imperceptible deep breath. “Yes, but as I do not have copies for everyone here, would anda please summarize your findings? Exhibit A, your honor.” Leon hands the file to Judge Rodor.
“I found fifteen separate repairs in need of attention on a variety of machinery, as well as cracked cement, peeling paint, and a significant rodent problem.”
Gwen hears murmurs of agreement from the men seated directly behind her: Duncan, Ezra, and Percy. They know of these problems.
“Cracked cement and peeling paint?”
“Safety issues. Cracked cement can cause accidents. Men can trip, machinery can develop problems moving on an uneven surface. The paint to which I am referring is the bright yellow paint on beams and railings, designed to make them visible to workers driving mesin pengangkat barang, forklift trucks to keep them from colliding into things.”
“And the rodents?”
“Illness and disease. Workers get sick, they cannot work.”
“You mentioned mesin pengangkat barang, forklift trucks just a moment ago,” Leon says. What can anda tell us about mesin pengangkat barang, forklift #2?”
“That truck, in its current state, should be sidelined and used for parts. Had it been properly and routinely maintained, it would be fine. Mr. Johnson already described the issues that truck has. I do not need to re-state them.”
“So his statements were accurate? The… bad steering and brakes, bald tires, faulty hydraulics?”
“Yes. And it was also spewing black smoke from its exhaust.”
“Your honor, I should point out that Jack Aredian’s laporan of his findings is limited to just the warehouse. He did not venture into the factory, though I would recommend he be allowed to do so in the near future.”
“Mmm,” Rodor jawaban noncommittally, still looking at the report.
“Thank anda for your time, Mr. Aredian. I have nothing further,” Leon says. He sits and takes a long drink of his water.
“Mr. Boudreaux?” Rodor asks, lifting his eyes to where Aggy is sitting, looking somewhat uneasy. The judge looks over to see Aredian staring at Aggy. Just staring, not glaring atau doing anything menacing.
But it even gives Judge Rodor the creeps. “Mr. Boudreaux, would anda care to cross-examine?” he repeats, a little louder now.
“No,” Boudreaux squeaks.
Judge Rodor glances at the clock and sighs. “All right, folks. It’s Friday, and it’s past 4:30. Ain’t nothing goin’ to be done in the selanjutnya half hour. We will adjourn for the weekend and reconvene Monday, nine a.m.”
xXx
“I think that went well,” Leon says, out in the corridor. “It was amusing to see that Aggy was not immune to Aredian’s particular charms.”
Arthur chuckles. “My dad is the only one who is.”
“I don’t know if that makes me like your father lebih atau if that makes me a little afraid of him,” Gwen says. “That man was just creepy.”
“That he is,” Arthur agrees. “Are anda hungry?”
“Arthur…”
“Sorry. Oh, hey, Elyan,” Arthur looks up to see Elyan approaching them.
“Arthur,” Elyan nods.
“Elyan, this is Leon Winters, Arthur’s associate. Leon, my brother Elyan.”
“Nice to meet you, Elyan,” Leon says, extending his hand.
Elyan shakes it. “You’re doin’ a good job up there, as far as I can tell,” Elyan says, surprising them all.
“Could anda tell that I was nervous questioning Mr. Aredian?” Leon asks.
“Nah, we was all nervous when he went up there,” Elyan says. “They takin’ good care o’ anda up there, Gwen?”
“Yes, Elyan, I’m fine. The worst part was listening to Ezra,” she says.
“Yeah, that was rough. Daddy would o’ been proud o’ him, though.”
Gwen nods. “He was there with us today,” she says, taking her brother’s hand and squeezing it. “Where were you?”
“In the back, o’ course. Sneaked in just before two.”
Gwen smirks at Arthur, who tactfully turns his head to hide his smile.
“All right, I know what anda smirkin’ at, girl.”
“Just be there earlier on Monday. I’d like it if anda were sitting closer to me,” she says.
“Let’s go home,” Elyan says. “You got a car here?”
She glances at Arthur. “Um, no… Arthur gave me a lift…”
Elyan looks sideways at Arthur.
“Only because parking is terrible ’round here. No sense in bringin’ lebih cars over when it’s already bad.”
“Yeah, I’m two blocks over and one up,” Elyan allows, grudgingly. “Come on, anda can cook me supper,” he says.
“I ain’t cookin’ anda nothin’, Elyan Thomas,” Gwen snaps back as the four of them walk out of the courthouse. Arthur chuckles behind them. Even Leon can’t hide his smile at Gwen’s sassy demeanor with her brother.
xXx
Arthur is heading into Gwaine’s to meet Merlin for lunch Saturday when a commotion catches his eye a couple blocks away.
Police are outside the Woolworth’s, and as he looks, he sees about a half dozen young black men being escorted from the premises.
Not escorted, hauled. He looks. Shit. Is that Elyan? He starts walking over. Yes, it is. Shit, Elyan, what are anda doing? I don’t need this. Guinevere doesn’t need this.
He recognizes the officer holding Elyan’s elbow and calls to him. “Steve! Hey, Steve!”
The officer stops. “Arthur!”
“What’s going on here?”
“Taking these boys to the station. Disorderly conduct.”
“Now hold on a menit there,” Arthur says. “I happen to be this young man’s lawyer.” He shoots Elyan a look that says Don’t anda dare open your mouth. “Can I have a word with my client, please?”
“Um…”
“Steve, I just want a word.”
“All right,” he says, holding his hand up to the other officers who are now taking an interest.
“Elyan what the hell are anda doing?” Arthur asks, quietly but forcefully.
“We wasn’t doin’ nothin’, honest! We was just sittin’ in. Real peaceful, like. Wasn’t botherin’ no one!”
Arthur studies him a minute. “I wish Guinevere was here,” he mutters.
“What?”
“She knows when you’re lyin’.”
“I ain’t lyin’ Arthur! We was just settin’. On my Mama’s soul.” He moves his shoulders a minute. “I’d menyeberang, salib my jantung if I had my hands.”
“All right, I believe you,” Arthur says, holding up his hands. “Let me talk to the cops.”
Elyan nods.
“Do not open your mouth,” Arthur says sternly. “Hey, Steve,” Arthur says. “Disorderly conduct? Surely that’s a bit… trumped-up, don’t anda think?”
“I just got a call from the Woolworth’s, Arthur…”
“Steve, Pete,” he addresses another policeman as well now, “these boys weren’t botherin’ anyone. They were bein’ peaceful.”
“They upset old Mrs. Nash.”
“Old Mrs. Nash is 112 if she’s a day. A goldfish would upset old Mrs. Nash,” Arthur sighs. He shoots a glare at Elyan as he bites back a snicker.
“Let ’em go, boys, come on. anda got better things to be doin’ than chasin’ after some colored boys who weren’t doing anything besides maybe loitering.”
“I don’t know…” Steve shifts his weight on his feet now, clearly considering it.
“You got bigger ikan to fry, boys,” Arthur presses. “Like that kid who keeps knockin’ over gas stations. atau that moron who keeps showin’ his business to ladies down in the park.”
“I suppose…”
“Look, Steve. If it’ll make anda feel better, I’ll be responsible for Elyan here.”
Elyan is about to open his mouth to protest, but another glare from Arthur keeps his teeth together.
“If he so much as jaywalks, anda can arrest me, too,” Arthur finishes.
Elyan is shocked. He would put his own neck on the line like that for me?
“Release them, boys,” Steve says to the other officers, and they go about unlocking handcuffs. “I will be keeping my eyes out for you, though,” he says to Elyan.
The policemen get in their cars and disperse, and Elyan turns to Arthur.
“Um… thanks.”
Elyan’s friends all stop and thank him as well. Arthur notices that Aaron is among them, too. He stops and shakes Arthur’s hand. “Thanks, man. Knew anda had to be good people, since you’re Merlin’s friend.”
Arthur nods at Aaron, then turns to Elyan. “Don’t make a liar out of me, Elyan,” Arthur says tersely. “I don’t want to end up in jail any more’n anda do.”
“Understood.”
“Your sister doesn’t need anda making trouble either, not now.” Arthur starts walking back to Gwaine’s, and Elyan follows.
“I know. I wasn’t tryin’ to make trouble. I berkata we was bein’ peaceful, and we was, but then that old biddy started in to fussin’, and ’fore we knew it, the fuzz was pullin’ up and slappin’ cuffs on us all without even askin’ us what we was doin’.”
Arthur nods, then shakes his head. “That’s wrong. They shouldn’t be hasslin’ anda and automatically assumin’ you’re trouble because of the color of your skin.”
Elyan looks at Arthur as if he’s never seen him before. “You really think that way, don’t you?”
“What way?”
“Like what Dr. King said. That people shouldn’t be judged oleh the color of their skin. They should be judged oleh the…” he pauses, trying to remember the words.
“The content of their character, yes,” Arthur nods. “That is really the way I think.”
“You’re all right, Arthur,” Elyan says after a time.
“Even for a blonde Mr. Charlie?” Arthur asks, smirking.
“You’re all right as a man, Arthur.”
“Thank you, Elyan. So are you, my friend.”
xXx
Sunday, halftime of the St. Louis – Minnesota game, and Arthur’s phone rings.
“You’re lucky it’s halftime,” is how he jawaban the phone.
“You think I would be callin’ anyone while the game was on, Arthur?” Gwen laughs.
“Oh, well, seein’ as how it’s you, then, no. Merlin isn’t as considerate. How are you, Guinevere?”
“Pretty good. Cardinals are kickin’ tails and takin’ names, so it’s a good day.”
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
“Elyan told me what anda did yesterday,” she says.
“Oh. It wasn’t nothin’.”
“It was somethin’, Arthur. He really appreciates it. And so do I.”
“It really wasn’t a big deal. I just made the cops realize that they were overreacting, is all.”
“You put your own reputation on the line for my brother, Arthur. He told me what anda said; about if Elyan gets in trouble again they can arrest you, too. He couldn’t believe you’d do that for him.”
“Elyan’s a good guy. I think he forgets that himself, sometimes. But I did it for you, too, Guinevere.”
“For me?”
“Well, yes. anda don’t need him addin’ lebih stress to your life right now. I told him that, too. He loves you, Guinevere, and I don’t think he realized that his actions could have a negative affect on all the good you’re tryin’ to do with this trial.”
“Oh,” she says. “The trial, right.”
“Well, that’s not the only reason, but anda won’t let me talk about that,” he says softly.
“You don’t need to impress me, Superman, you’ve already done that,” she admits.
“Um… oh! Did Elyan convince anda to cook makan malam for him on Friday?” he asks, changing the subject to hopefully a lighter topic. Ignore the gajah in the room.
“Nope,” she says, and he can hear her smile. “We stopped at the McDonald’s on Ridgeway and I made him buy me a cheeseburger.”
“Good for you,” Arthur chuckles. “I came halaman awal and had a bowl of cereal and some roti panggang and ended up falling asleep on the couch. Woke up around 1:30 and then went to bed.”
Gwen laughs. “After makan malam we came halaman awal and I came straight up here and took a long, hot bubble bath.”
The silence on the other end of the line is deafening, and it is only then that Gwen realizes her mistake.
“Arthur?” she ventures cautiously.
“Sorry,” he croaks. “I’m here…”
“Um, the game is coming back on. I’ll let anda go so we can both watch.”
“Oh, um…”
“See anda tomorrow morning,” she says.
“Okay. Goodbye, Guinevere,” he jawaban and hangs up the phone.
Arthur finds he has trouble concentrating on the detik half of the game because his mind keeps drifting to thoughts of Guinevere, lying blissfully in a bathtub, her skin glistening, surrounded oleh piles of luxurious suds.
xXx
8:40 Monday morning finds Gwen waiting outside the courtroom with Arthur and Leon. Both lawyers seem excited about the day’s events. Percy is taking the stand today and they cannot wait.
“What if he chickens out?” Gwen asks.
“He won’t,” Arthur says. She doesn’t know the latest details, and he doesn’t have time to go into it all right now.
She smiles, and he knows that he’s gone all superman on her again. “Oh, there he is,” she says.
Percy walks slowly over, joining the group. “Hey.”
“Percy, anda look very dashing today,” Gwen says, looking up at him.
“Thanks. This is my one good suit,” he says. “I have trouble finding suits that fit me right, so I always have to have them made atau tailored,” he explains.
“Well, if anda were the size of a normal human man instead of a… a silverback gorilla, it wouldn’t be a problem, now, would it?” Arthur asks, smirking at the large man.
“That’s a new one,” Percy says, nodding appreciatively with a chuckle.
Gwen looks between Percy and Leon’s shoulders now, suddenly feeling very short, and sees Merlin and Gwaine walk in.
“Gwaine?” she says, furrowing her brows.
Arthur turns. “Merlin,” he nods. “Gwaine, this is a surprise.”
“Trial of the year, man, had to come. Miss Gwen, anda look lovely, as always,” Gwaine holds his hand out, expecting Gwen to place her hand in his.
She looks at his hand and raises an eyebrow at him.
“This ain’t your pub, mate,” Merlin says, thumping him on the head. “Company manners.”
Gwen chuckles at Merlin as he chastises Gwaine like he is a disobedient child. She looks at the large clock on the wall. 8:50. “Ugh, time is crawlin’. Why were we here so early?”
“Gotta be here early. The courts frown on tardiness,” Leon says, looking at his watch. “Hey, Jim,” he says, greeting a police officer walking past.
“Jim!” Arthur calls, waving him back.
“Arthur, Leon,” the policeman says.
“Jim, this is Guinevere Thompson. The house that was vandalized oleh your new favorit guest was her house,” Arthur says. “Guinevere, police chief Jim Quigley.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir,” Gwen smiles. The chief offers his hand and she shakes it. “And thank anda for your help.”
“Just doin’ my job, miss. And speaking of, I’d better get to it,” he nods. “Nice meeting you. Arthur, Leon, good luck today. Keep me posted.” He glances up at Percy and gives him a friendly nod.
“Of course,” Arthur answers.
As Jim steps away, Gwen sees him pause near Gwaine and mutters, “Mom says hello. And get a haircut.”
Gwaine snorts and slaps Jim affectionately on the arm as he walks away.
Gwen looks at Arthur, a pertanyaan in her eyes. Arthur nods slightly, but puts his finger to his lips.
Well, I guess that explains how Gwaine’s tavern stays open.
“Let’s go inside,” Arthur says. “We don’t want to meet up with Aggy here in the hallway, do we?” As he leads the group inside, Gwen glances back to the doors and sees Elyan come skidding in.
Earlier than he was on Friday, she thinks with a shrug.
xXx
“State your full name, please,” Leon starts out, leaning casually against the meja where Arthur and Gwen sit.
“Percival Einar Andersen,” he says, clearly a man less than thrilled with the name his parents gave him.
“That’s quite a name,” Leon comments.
“Well, it’s not just anda southerners that go in for family names, Mr. Winters.”
“Right. Where is it anda hail from, then, Percy?”
“Sioux Falls, South Dakota, sir.”
“Sounds like a good, honest, hard-working town.”
“It is, sir.”
“Do anda miss it?” Leon asks, as if he is making conversation.
“Objection, your honor. This is irrelevant,” Aggy says, his tone irritated.
“Merely establishing my witness’s character, your honor,” Leon explains.
“Overruled. Continue,” Judge Rodor waves his hand.
“Do anda miss South Dakota, Mr. Andersen?”
“Sometimes. Don’t miss the cold weather.”
There are scattered chuckles throughout the crowd at his answer. Arthur smiles a small smile. This is exactly what I was counting on. The man is a genuinely good person. They’ll see this.
“You are an Army veteran, is that correct?” Leon pushes himself away from the meja and starts milling slowly about the front of the courtroom.
“Yes, sir. Was injured and honorably discharged.”
“Were anda in Korea?”
“No, sir. Vietnam.”
“Oh, so very recently, then,” Leon continues as if he doesn’t know all the details.
“Yes, sir.”
“How is it anda were in Vietman? The United States hasn’t sent any combat troops there yet.”
“Special Forces, sir. Confidential.”
“Ah, anda could tell me, but then you’d have to kill me, is that correct?” Leon smiles.
“Yes, sir.”
“And why were anda sent home?”
“Injury. I lost part of my leg, below the knee,” he says.
“And I trust that’s all the detail anda can give, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And anda came halaman awal to find…”
“I came halaman awal to find that no one was able to give me a job. atau willing, lebih accurately. I’m built for physical work, Mr. Winters. No one wanted to hire a man with one-and-two-thirds legs, even if the rest of him is perfectly healthy,” he shrugs.
There are some mutterings in the crowd now, mutterings of understanding Percy’s plight, mutterings of scorn for the people who wouldn’t give him a job.
“So anda return home, a war hero with significant scars to prove it, and no one would hire you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So anda picked up and came here?”
“Not exactly, sir. My mother made a call and… well, sir, she helped me get this job at Alined Paper, sir.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes, sir. Eugene Alined is her older brother.”
There is a collective gasp throughout the crowd. Percy’s secret is out. Arthur glances over to see Aggy Boudreaux scrambling through his notes, and he grins, poking Gwen on the arm and pointing.
Arthur leans over and whispers, “See? I told you. Pre-emptive strike. We let the cat out of the bag before Aggy does, disarming what was surely a key element of his defense.”
Gwen nods and smiles at him, finding her gaze lingering on his smiling face just a fraction too long. She drops her eyes and blushes slightly.
“So your mother called your uncle and asked him if he would give anda a job,” Leon says.
“Yes, sir.”
“If Mr. Alined is your uncle, then why are anda helping Miss Thompson with her case?” Leon asks the pertanyaan that is now on everyone’s minds.
“I have no cinta for my uncle. I am grateful to him for the job, but I disagree with just about everything he stands for as a person.”
“You’ll be lookin’ for another job sooner’n anda think, boy!” Alined shouts suddenly, his face red.
Aggy grabs his client’s arm and shushes him vehemently. “We do apologize for the outburst, your honor,” he sputters, squeezing Alined’s arm so hard his knuckles are white. “It won’t happen again.”
“It better not atau I’ll find anda in contempt of court,” the judge says.
“If anda dislike your uncle so strongly, why did anda accept the job?” Leon continues, asking the pertanyaan he knows Aggy would be asking, well aware that Arthur is now smiling rather smugly behind him.
“I was desperate for a job, sir. Some of anda can understand this.” There are scattered nods throughout the crowd. “When you’re desperate, you’ll take whatever anda can get, no matter the conditions. Even if it means moving far away.”
“Why did anda need this job so badly, Percy?” Leon asks quietly.
“My father is dead. My mother can’t work. I’m her only son. I need to support her,” he answers, just as quietly. “My mom is… fragile. Simple, but sweet. She needs looking after. She has a friend that looks in on her, but we can’t expect her to take care of my mom financially.”
“You have no other family?”
“No, sir. Just me and my mom. And him, I guess,” he says, nodding in Alined’s direction.
“So anda send money home,” Leon says.
“Yes, every week. As much as I can spare.”
“You are a good son, Percy,” Leon nods. “And I believe anda are a good man. Would anda care to tell us why anda chose to speak up about Mr. Thompson’s death?”
“Well, sir, a man was killed. A good man, with a family. His death could have been prevented. Should have been prevented. It was simply the right thing to do, sir.”
“Right,” Leon nods. “Your honor, I menyerahkan Exhibit B for your perusal,” Leon says, reaching for a thick folder of papers. “Copies of repair requests for several pieces of equipment. Requests that were never fulfilled.”
The judge takes the folder and flips through the contents. “I don’t suppose anda have the originals?”
“Exhibit C, seized from Mr. Alined’s office,” Leon says with a smirk, handing him the detik folder. “You’ll see they were never signed off.”
“How did anda acquire these forms, Mr. Winters?” Judge Rodor asks, raising an eyebrow.
“His, um, ‘personal assistant,’ Mr. Dennis Trickler, is currently being held in County for vandalizing Miss Thompson’s home, along with several other charges that have come to light. Miss Thompson and her brother agreed to drop the vandalism charges if he would help us with one atau two items pertaining to this case.”
Percy glances at Alined. His face is stony and blood-red. Aggy Boudreaux looks like he is going to be sick.
“I have nothing further at this time, your honor,” Leon says, nodding to the judge, and sitting.
Arthur nods at Leon, pleased. “Let’s see what he comes back with now.”
“Mr. Boudreaux,” Judge Rodor says, trying not to sigh.
“Thank you, your honor,” Aggy stands and immediately starts pacing and posturing, a fat peacock with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Mr. Andersen, anda expect us to buy that you’d turn your back on your own kin for some negro who happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
“Well, that’s a hell of an open,” Leon leans back and mutters to Arthur behind Gwen’s head. Arthur shushes him, but he’s smirking.
“I don’t expect everyone to understand my motives, sir, no,” Percy says carefully. It’s fairly clear to the crowd to whom he was referring when he berkata “everyone.”
“What are your motives, then, son? Please enlighten us.”
“As I said, a man died that did not deserve to die.”
“Surely that happens all the time.”
“But it would have been prevented if other people had done their jobs, sir,” Percy says, glancing again at his uncle.
“So. You’re just a nice, honest, down-to-earth young man with a big heart, a decorated war hero that just wants people to treat each other with respect, is that it?”
“I guess anda could say that, yes, sir.”
I cinta that he keeps ending his statements with “sir,” Arthur thinks.
“Mr. Andersen, according to my findings, your nickname in the army was ‘Sweet Pea,’ is that correct?”
Percy furrows his brows. “Um, yes, sir.”
“That’s an… interesting nickname for a soldier, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” Percy answers, glancing at Leon and Arthur, who look as confused as he is, but give him encouraging nods anyway. Keep being yourself!
“Now, Mr. Andersen, it makes me no never mind, but surely homosexuals are not allowed in the military…”
“Objection, your honor!” Leon stands and yells. “This isn’t relevant, and he’s insulting my witness!”
“Merely establishing the witness’s character, your honor,” Aggy shoots back, using Leon’s earlier words against him now.
“Overruled… for the moment. Proceed carefully, Mr. Boudreaux.”
“Now, Mr. Andersen, would anda care to explain how anda kept this little secret from your commanding officer? Surely this fine, upstanding war hero wasn’t lyin’ to the U.S. Government…” he sneers, the implications plain in his voice.
“I am not a homosexual,” Percy states simply. Calmly. Arthur almost stands and cheers. He’s unflappable!
“Oh, anda ain’t? Well, then, care to explain your little nickname, honey?”
“Objection!” Leon yells again.
“Sustained. Watch it, Boudreaux.”
“I’ll answer the question,” Percy offers, looking at the judge.
“If you’d like.”
“My initials are P.E.A. I made the mistake of menulis them on my pack, and, well, anda know how it is in the military…” Percy starts.
“No. I don’t, as a matter of fact,” Aggy says, sounding like he’s proud of the fact that he never had to dirty his hands serving his country.
“I’m a Navy man, Mr. Andersen, so I understand completely,” the judge says. “But perhaps anda can explain it to the defense attorney.”
“Well, all it takes is for one person to say something once, sir, and if it sticks, you’re stuck forever. And since I am, as anda yourself said, a nice, honest, down-to-earth young man, someone started calling me ‘Sweet Pea.’ On account of the fact that I am how I am. Not queer, but quiet.”
Aggy seems to deflate like a balloon with a slow leak.
“You may think it an unfortunate nickname, but try telling that to my buddy Muttonhead,” Percival adds.
Arthur has to slap his hand over his mouth to stop his laughter. I cinta this guy.
“Quite,” is all that Boudreaux can manage. “So tell me, Mr. Andersen, why is it anda felt it was necessary to make and keep copies of all these reports? Surely there is a better use of your time than pushing around papers?”
“Well, Mr. Boudreaux, my captain had a motto that he drilled into us. C.Y.A.”
“C… Y… A…” Aggy mulls over the three letters, as if tasting them. “Care to explain that?”
“Yes, sir. It stands for ‘Cover Your…’ um, rear end. atau very nearly close to that.”
“And how does this charming ‘motto’ pertain to your wasting company time and resources to make copies of reports?”
“Well, sir, the repairs weren’t getting done. So I started keeping copies of the requests just case there was an accident involving one of these pieces of machinery, and if someone got hurt atau killed, we would know that we at least tried to keep our equipment operating properly,” Percy explains, speaking slowly and clearly, as if he is talking to a small child. “You will also notice that I re-used scrap pieces of paper to make the copies rather than, as anda said, wasting clean white paper,” he adds, just to further drive his point home.
Arthur reaches around Gwen and pokes Leon in the shoulder, who just nods. He glances at Gwen, who appears to be holding her breath.
“Breathe, Guinevere, it’s going to be fine,” he whispers to her, and she slowly releases her breath.
“Sounds to me like anda have no confidence in your uncle,” Aggy says. He turns to the crowd “What kind of fine, upstanding young man turns his back on his kin like that, I ask you?”
He gets no response, only stony stares, so he spins quickly around to address Percy again. “You do not trust your uncle, son?”
“With due respect sir, I would ask that anda please stop calling me ‘son.’ I am not your son. And no, I do not trust my uncle.”
“All right, Mr. Andersen, why is this, pray tell?”
Percy looks at Alined a moment. It looks as though he has just swallowed a toad. “That is a matter of public record, sir. His past is well-documented in the state of South Dakota.”
“I didn’t find anything incriminating against Mr. Eugene Alined,” Aggy shrugs. “Exhibit, um, D, your honor.” He tosses a thin file on the judge’s desk, a laporan stating that Eugene Alined has no criminal record.
“Did anda check under the name Herman Delaine, sir?”
“Who in the Sam bukit, hill is Herman Delaine?”
“Eugene Alined, sir. His birth name.”
“You little bastard!” Alined leaps from his chair again, fuming.
“Mr. Boudreaux, restrain your client atau I will have him restrained,” Judge Rodor shouts, banging his gavel. “Mr. Alined, anda are fined $100 for contempt. I did warn you.”
“No further questions, your honor,” Aggy mumbles, pushing Alined back to his seat.
“Mr. Winters?”
“I believe Mr. Andersen has berkata all he needs to say,” Leon drawls. “I’d like to call Eugene Alined… atau Herman Delaine… to the stand. Whichever of anda wants to come up. Don’t matter to me which.”
Percy gets down from the witness stand and makes his uneven way back to his seat. He pauses beside Gwen, and she smiles up at him, reaching her hand out a bit, then withdrawing it some, knowing that she shouldn’t. Percy reaches meneruskan, ke depan and clasps her hand anyway, squeezing it reassuringly between his large paws.
Gwen is surprised at the gentleness of his touch. “Thank you,” she whispers. He just nods and returns to his seat.
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Aredian strides to the witness stand from the back of the courtroom, a thin, severe, imposing figure, all in black. Something about his demeanor makes everyone uncomfortable in his presence, like they’re afraid that he’s going to shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips and smite them just for breathing the same air.
“Good Lord, Arthur, where’d your father meet him?” Gwen whispers.
“I honestly have no idea. Some pertanyaan are better left unanswered,” he whispers back. He’s been enjoying whispering in her ear all afternoon, though he feels slightly guilty about his enjoyment, in light of the circumstances.
Leon stands after Aredian is sworn in.
“State your full name, please.”
“Jack Aredian.”
Leon pauses a second. “All right,” he nods. “And what is your occupation, sir?”
“Maintenance expert.”
“Can anda explain to the court what that exactly means?”
“I know how mechanical things work. I diagnose problems and I fix them.”
“Is there anything anda cannot fix?”
“I have yet to discover one.”
“Very good,” Leon says, clearing his throat. Clearly even he is a bit unnerved oleh his own witness. “A week yang lalu Friday, anda paid a visit to the warehouse at Alined Paper, is this correct?”
“Yes.”
“And what were your findings?”
“My findings are on the laporan in your hands.”
Leon takes an almost imperceptible deep breath. “Yes, but as I do not have copies for everyone here, would anda please summarize your findings? Exhibit A, your honor.” Leon hands the file to Judge Rodor.
“I found fifteen separate repairs in need of attention on a variety of machinery, as well as cracked cement, peeling paint, and a significant rodent problem.”
Gwen hears murmurs of agreement from the men seated directly behind her: Duncan, Ezra, and Percy. They know of these problems.
“Cracked cement and peeling paint?”
“Safety issues. Cracked cement can cause accidents. Men can trip, machinery can develop problems moving on an uneven surface. The paint to which I am referring is the bright yellow paint on beams and railings, designed to make them visible to workers driving mesin pengangkat barang, forklift trucks to keep them from colliding into things.”
“And the rodents?”
“Illness and disease. Workers get sick, they cannot work.”
“You mentioned mesin pengangkat barang, forklift trucks just a moment ago,” Leon says. What can anda tell us about mesin pengangkat barang, forklift #2?”
“That truck, in its current state, should be sidelined and used for parts. Had it been properly and routinely maintained, it would be fine. Mr. Johnson already described the issues that truck has. I do not need to re-state them.”
“So his statements were accurate? The… bad steering and brakes, bald tires, faulty hydraulics?”
“Yes. And it was also spewing black smoke from its exhaust.”
“Your honor, I should point out that Jack Aredian’s laporan of his findings is limited to just the warehouse. He did not venture into the factory, though I would recommend he be allowed to do so in the near future.”
“Mmm,” Rodor jawaban noncommittally, still looking at the report.
“Thank anda for your time, Mr. Aredian. I have nothing further,” Leon says. He sits and takes a long drink of his water.
“Mr. Boudreaux?” Rodor asks, lifting his eyes to where Aggy is sitting, looking somewhat uneasy. The judge looks over to see Aredian staring at Aggy. Just staring, not glaring atau doing anything menacing.
But it even gives Judge Rodor the creeps. “Mr. Boudreaux, would anda care to cross-examine?” he repeats, a little louder now.
“No,” Boudreaux squeaks.
Judge Rodor glances at the clock and sighs. “All right, folks. It’s Friday, and it’s past 4:30. Ain’t nothing goin’ to be done in the selanjutnya half hour. We will adjourn for the weekend and reconvene Monday, nine a.m.”
xXx
“I think that went well,” Leon says, out in the corridor. “It was amusing to see that Aggy was not immune to Aredian’s particular charms.”
Arthur chuckles. “My dad is the only one who is.”
“I don’t know if that makes me like your father lebih atau if that makes me a little afraid of him,” Gwen says. “That man was just creepy.”
“That he is,” Arthur agrees. “Are anda hungry?”
“Arthur…”
“Sorry. Oh, hey, Elyan,” Arthur looks up to see Elyan approaching them.
“Arthur,” Elyan nods.
“Elyan, this is Leon Winters, Arthur’s associate. Leon, my brother Elyan.”
“Nice to meet you, Elyan,” Leon says, extending his hand.
Elyan shakes it. “You’re doin’ a good job up there, as far as I can tell,” Elyan says, surprising them all.
“Could anda tell that I was nervous questioning Mr. Aredian?” Leon asks.
“Nah, we was all nervous when he went up there,” Elyan says. “They takin’ good care o’ anda up there, Gwen?”
“Yes, Elyan, I’m fine. The worst part was listening to Ezra,” she says.
“Yeah, that was rough. Daddy would o’ been proud o’ him, though.”
Gwen nods. “He was there with us today,” she says, taking her brother’s hand and squeezing it. “Where were you?”
“In the back, o’ course. Sneaked in just before two.”
Gwen smirks at Arthur, who tactfully turns his head to hide his smile.
“All right, I know what anda smirkin’ at, girl.”
“Just be there earlier on Monday. I’d like it if anda were sitting closer to me,” she says.
“Let’s go home,” Elyan says. “You got a car here?”
She glances at Arthur. “Um, no… Arthur gave me a lift…”
Elyan looks sideways at Arthur.
“Only because parking is terrible ’round here. No sense in bringin’ lebih cars over when it’s already bad.”
“Yeah, I’m two blocks over and one up,” Elyan allows, grudgingly. “Come on, anda can cook me supper,” he says.
“I ain’t cookin’ anda nothin’, Elyan Thomas,” Gwen snaps back as the four of them walk out of the courthouse. Arthur chuckles behind them. Even Leon can’t hide his smile at Gwen’s sassy demeanor with her brother.
xXx
Arthur is heading into Gwaine’s to meet Merlin for lunch Saturday when a commotion catches his eye a couple blocks away.
Police are outside the Woolworth’s, and as he looks, he sees about a half dozen young black men being escorted from the premises.
Not escorted, hauled. He looks. Shit. Is that Elyan? He starts walking over. Yes, it is. Shit, Elyan, what are anda doing? I don’t need this. Guinevere doesn’t need this.
He recognizes the officer holding Elyan’s elbow and calls to him. “Steve! Hey, Steve!”
The officer stops. “Arthur!”
“What’s going on here?”
“Taking these boys to the station. Disorderly conduct.”
“Now hold on a menit there,” Arthur says. “I happen to be this young man’s lawyer.” He shoots Elyan a look that says Don’t anda dare open your mouth. “Can I have a word with my client, please?”
“Um…”
“Steve, I just want a word.”
“All right,” he says, holding his hand up to the other officers who are now taking an interest.
“Elyan what the hell are anda doing?” Arthur asks, quietly but forcefully.
“We wasn’t doin’ nothin’, honest! We was just sittin’ in. Real peaceful, like. Wasn’t botherin’ no one!”
Arthur studies him a minute. “I wish Guinevere was here,” he mutters.
“What?”
“She knows when you’re lyin’.”
“I ain’t lyin’ Arthur! We was just settin’. On my Mama’s soul.” He moves his shoulders a minute. “I’d menyeberang, salib my jantung if I had my hands.”
“All right, I believe you,” Arthur says, holding up his hands. “Let me talk to the cops.”
Elyan nods.
“Do not open your mouth,” Arthur says sternly. “Hey, Steve,” Arthur says. “Disorderly conduct? Surely that’s a bit… trumped-up, don’t anda think?”
“I just got a call from the Woolworth’s, Arthur…”
“Steve, Pete,” he addresses another policeman as well now, “these boys weren’t botherin’ anyone. They were bein’ peaceful.”
“They upset old Mrs. Nash.”
“Old Mrs. Nash is 112 if she’s a day. A goldfish would upset old Mrs. Nash,” Arthur sighs. He shoots a glare at Elyan as he bites back a snicker.
“Let ’em go, boys, come on. anda got better things to be doin’ than chasin’ after some colored boys who weren’t doing anything besides maybe loitering.”
“I don’t know…” Steve shifts his weight on his feet now, clearly considering it.
“You got bigger ikan to fry, boys,” Arthur presses. “Like that kid who keeps knockin’ over gas stations. atau that moron who keeps showin’ his business to ladies down in the park.”
“I suppose…”
“Look, Steve. If it’ll make anda feel better, I’ll be responsible for Elyan here.”
Elyan is about to open his mouth to protest, but another glare from Arthur keeps his teeth together.
“If he so much as jaywalks, anda can arrest me, too,” Arthur finishes.
Elyan is shocked. He would put his own neck on the line like that for me?
“Release them, boys,” Steve says to the other officers, and they go about unlocking handcuffs. “I will be keeping my eyes out for you, though,” he says to Elyan.
The policemen get in their cars and disperse, and Elyan turns to Arthur.
“Um… thanks.”
Elyan’s friends all stop and thank him as well. Arthur notices that Aaron is among them, too. He stops and shakes Arthur’s hand. “Thanks, man. Knew anda had to be good people, since you’re Merlin’s friend.”
Arthur nods at Aaron, then turns to Elyan. “Don’t make a liar out of me, Elyan,” Arthur says tersely. “I don’t want to end up in jail any more’n anda do.”
“Understood.”
“Your sister doesn’t need anda making trouble either, not now.” Arthur starts walking back to Gwaine’s, and Elyan follows.
“I know. I wasn’t tryin’ to make trouble. I berkata we was bein’ peaceful, and we was, but then that old biddy started in to fussin’, and ’fore we knew it, the fuzz was pullin’ up and slappin’ cuffs on us all without even askin’ us what we was doin’.”
Arthur nods, then shakes his head. “That’s wrong. They shouldn’t be hasslin’ anda and automatically assumin’ you’re trouble because of the color of your skin.”
Elyan looks at Arthur as if he’s never seen him before. “You really think that way, don’t you?”
“What way?”
“Like what Dr. King said. That people shouldn’t be judged oleh the color of their skin. They should be judged oleh the…” he pauses, trying to remember the words.
“The content of their character, yes,” Arthur nods. “That is really the way I think.”
“You’re all right, Arthur,” Elyan says after a time.
“Even for a blonde Mr. Charlie?” Arthur asks, smirking.
“You’re all right as a man, Arthur.”
“Thank you, Elyan. So are you, my friend.”
xXx
Sunday, halftime of the St. Louis – Minnesota game, and Arthur’s phone rings.
“You’re lucky it’s halftime,” is how he jawaban the phone.
“You think I would be callin’ anyone while the game was on, Arthur?” Gwen laughs.
“Oh, well, seein’ as how it’s you, then, no. Merlin isn’t as considerate. How are you, Guinevere?”
“Pretty good. Cardinals are kickin’ tails and takin’ names, so it’s a good day.”
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
“Elyan told me what anda did yesterday,” she says.
“Oh. It wasn’t nothin’.”
“It was somethin’, Arthur. He really appreciates it. And so do I.”
“It really wasn’t a big deal. I just made the cops realize that they were overreacting, is all.”
“You put your own reputation on the line for my brother, Arthur. He told me what anda said; about if Elyan gets in trouble again they can arrest you, too. He couldn’t believe you’d do that for him.”
“Elyan’s a good guy. I think he forgets that himself, sometimes. But I did it for you, too, Guinevere.”
“For me?”
“Well, yes. anda don’t need him addin’ lebih stress to your life right now. I told him that, too. He loves you, Guinevere, and I don’t think he realized that his actions could have a negative affect on all the good you’re tryin’ to do with this trial.”
“Oh,” she says. “The trial, right.”
“Well, that’s not the only reason, but anda won’t let me talk about that,” he says softly.
“You don’t need to impress me, Superman, you’ve already done that,” she admits.
“Um… oh! Did Elyan convince anda to cook makan malam for him on Friday?” he asks, changing the subject to hopefully a lighter topic. Ignore the gajah in the room.
“Nope,” she says, and he can hear her smile. “We stopped at the McDonald’s on Ridgeway and I made him buy me a cheeseburger.”
“Good for you,” Arthur chuckles. “I came halaman awal and had a bowl of cereal and some roti panggang and ended up falling asleep on the couch. Woke up around 1:30 and then went to bed.”
Gwen laughs. “After makan malam we came halaman awal and I came straight up here and took a long, hot bubble bath.”
The silence on the other end of the line is deafening, and it is only then that Gwen realizes her mistake.
“Arthur?” she ventures cautiously.
“Sorry,” he croaks. “I’m here…”
“Um, the game is coming back on. I’ll let anda go so we can both watch.”
“Oh, um…”
“See anda tomorrow morning,” she says.
“Okay. Goodbye, Guinevere,” he jawaban and hangs up the phone.
Arthur finds he has trouble concentrating on the detik half of the game because his mind keeps drifting to thoughts of Guinevere, lying blissfully in a bathtub, her skin glistening, surrounded oleh piles of luxurious suds.
xXx
8:40 Monday morning finds Gwen waiting outside the courtroom with Arthur and Leon. Both lawyers seem excited about the day’s events. Percy is taking the stand today and they cannot wait.
“What if he chickens out?” Gwen asks.
“He won’t,” Arthur says. She doesn’t know the latest details, and he doesn’t have time to go into it all right now.
She smiles, and he knows that he’s gone all superman on her again. “Oh, there he is,” she says.
Percy walks slowly over, joining the group. “Hey.”
“Percy, anda look very dashing today,” Gwen says, looking up at him.
“Thanks. This is my one good suit,” he says. “I have trouble finding suits that fit me right, so I always have to have them made atau tailored,” he explains.
“Well, if anda were the size of a normal human man instead of a… a silverback gorilla, it wouldn’t be a problem, now, would it?” Arthur asks, smirking at the large man.
“That’s a new one,” Percy says, nodding appreciatively with a chuckle.
Gwen looks between Percy and Leon’s shoulders now, suddenly feeling very short, and sees Merlin and Gwaine walk in.
“Gwaine?” she says, furrowing her brows.
Arthur turns. “Merlin,” he nods. “Gwaine, this is a surprise.”
“Trial of the year, man, had to come. Miss Gwen, anda look lovely, as always,” Gwaine holds his hand out, expecting Gwen to place her hand in his.
She looks at his hand and raises an eyebrow at him.
“This ain’t your pub, mate,” Merlin says, thumping him on the head. “Company manners.”
Gwen chuckles at Merlin as he chastises Gwaine like he is a disobedient child. She looks at the large clock on the wall. 8:50. “Ugh, time is crawlin’. Why were we here so early?”
“Gotta be here early. The courts frown on tardiness,” Leon says, looking at his watch. “Hey, Jim,” he says, greeting a police officer walking past.
“Jim!” Arthur calls, waving him back.
“Arthur, Leon,” the policeman says.
“Jim, this is Guinevere Thompson. The house that was vandalized oleh your new favorit guest was her house,” Arthur says. “Guinevere, police chief Jim Quigley.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir,” Gwen smiles. The chief offers his hand and she shakes it. “And thank anda for your help.”
“Just doin’ my job, miss. And speaking of, I’d better get to it,” he nods. “Nice meeting you. Arthur, Leon, good luck today. Keep me posted.” He glances up at Percy and gives him a friendly nod.
“Of course,” Arthur answers.
As Jim steps away, Gwen sees him pause near Gwaine and mutters, “Mom says hello. And get a haircut.”
Gwaine snorts and slaps Jim affectionately on the arm as he walks away.
Gwen looks at Arthur, a pertanyaan in her eyes. Arthur nods slightly, but puts his finger to his lips.
Well, I guess that explains how Gwaine’s tavern stays open.
“Let’s go inside,” Arthur says. “We don’t want to meet up with Aggy here in the hallway, do we?” As he leads the group inside, Gwen glances back to the doors and sees Elyan come skidding in.
Earlier than he was on Friday, she thinks with a shrug.
xXx
“State your full name, please,” Leon starts out, leaning casually against the meja where Arthur and Gwen sit.
“Percival Einar Andersen,” he says, clearly a man less than thrilled with the name his parents gave him.
“That’s quite a name,” Leon comments.
“Well, it’s not just anda southerners that go in for family names, Mr. Winters.”
“Right. Where is it anda hail from, then, Percy?”
“Sioux Falls, South Dakota, sir.”
“Sounds like a good, honest, hard-working town.”
“It is, sir.”
“Do anda miss it?” Leon asks, as if he is making conversation.
“Objection, your honor. This is irrelevant,” Aggy says, his tone irritated.
“Merely establishing my witness’s character, your honor,” Leon explains.
“Overruled. Continue,” Judge Rodor waves his hand.
“Do anda miss South Dakota, Mr. Andersen?”
“Sometimes. Don’t miss the cold weather.”
There are scattered chuckles throughout the crowd at his answer. Arthur smiles a small smile. This is exactly what I was counting on. The man is a genuinely good person. They’ll see this.
“You are an Army veteran, is that correct?” Leon pushes himself away from the meja and starts milling slowly about the front of the courtroom.
“Yes, sir. Was injured and honorably discharged.”
“Were anda in Korea?”
“No, sir. Vietnam.”
“Oh, so very recently, then,” Leon continues as if he doesn’t know all the details.
“Yes, sir.”
“How is it anda were in Vietman? The United States hasn’t sent any combat troops there yet.”
“Special Forces, sir. Confidential.”
“Ah, anda could tell me, but then you’d have to kill me, is that correct?” Leon smiles.
“Yes, sir.”
“And why were anda sent home?”
“Injury. I lost part of my leg, below the knee,” he says.
“And I trust that’s all the detail anda can give, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And anda came halaman awal to find…”
“I came halaman awal to find that no one was able to give me a job. atau willing, lebih accurately. I’m built for physical work, Mr. Winters. No one wanted to hire a man with one-and-two-thirds legs, even if the rest of him is perfectly healthy,” he shrugs.
There are some mutterings in the crowd now, mutterings of understanding Percy’s plight, mutterings of scorn for the people who wouldn’t give him a job.
“So anda return home, a war hero with significant scars to prove it, and no one would hire you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So anda picked up and came here?”
“Not exactly, sir. My mother made a call and… well, sir, she helped me get this job at Alined Paper, sir.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes, sir. Eugene Alined is her older brother.”
There is a collective gasp throughout the crowd. Percy’s secret is out. Arthur glances over to see Aggy Boudreaux scrambling through his notes, and he grins, poking Gwen on the arm and pointing.
Arthur leans over and whispers, “See? I told you. Pre-emptive strike. We let the cat out of the bag before Aggy does, disarming what was surely a key element of his defense.”
Gwen nods and smiles at him, finding her gaze lingering on his smiling face just a fraction too long. She drops her eyes and blushes slightly.
“So your mother called your uncle and asked him if he would give anda a job,” Leon says.
“Yes, sir.”
“If Mr. Alined is your uncle, then why are anda helping Miss Thompson with her case?” Leon asks the pertanyaan that is now on everyone’s minds.
“I have no cinta for my uncle. I am grateful to him for the job, but I disagree with just about everything he stands for as a person.”
“You’ll be lookin’ for another job sooner’n anda think, boy!” Alined shouts suddenly, his face red.
Aggy grabs his client’s arm and shushes him vehemently. “We do apologize for the outburst, your honor,” he sputters, squeezing Alined’s arm so hard his knuckles are white. “It won’t happen again.”
“It better not atau I’ll find anda in contempt of court,” the judge says.
“If anda dislike your uncle so strongly, why did anda accept the job?” Leon continues, asking the pertanyaan he knows Aggy would be asking, well aware that Arthur is now smiling rather smugly behind him.
“I was desperate for a job, sir. Some of anda can understand this.” There are scattered nods throughout the crowd. “When you’re desperate, you’ll take whatever anda can get, no matter the conditions. Even if it means moving far away.”
“Why did anda need this job so badly, Percy?” Leon asks quietly.
“My father is dead. My mother can’t work. I’m her only son. I need to support her,” he answers, just as quietly. “My mom is… fragile. Simple, but sweet. She needs looking after. She has a friend that looks in on her, but we can’t expect her to take care of my mom financially.”
“You have no other family?”
“No, sir. Just me and my mom. And him, I guess,” he says, nodding in Alined’s direction.
“So anda send money home,” Leon says.
“Yes, every week. As much as I can spare.”
“You are a good son, Percy,” Leon nods. “And I believe anda are a good man. Would anda care to tell us why anda chose to speak up about Mr. Thompson’s death?”
“Well, sir, a man was killed. A good man, with a family. His death could have been prevented. Should have been prevented. It was simply the right thing to do, sir.”
“Right,” Leon nods. “Your honor, I menyerahkan Exhibit B for your perusal,” Leon says, reaching for a thick folder of papers. “Copies of repair requests for several pieces of equipment. Requests that were never fulfilled.”
The judge takes the folder and flips through the contents. “I don’t suppose anda have the originals?”
“Exhibit C, seized from Mr. Alined’s office,” Leon says with a smirk, handing him the detik folder. “You’ll see they were never signed off.”
“How did anda acquire these forms, Mr. Winters?” Judge Rodor asks, raising an eyebrow.
“His, um, ‘personal assistant,’ Mr. Dennis Trickler, is currently being held in County for vandalizing Miss Thompson’s home, along with several other charges that have come to light. Miss Thompson and her brother agreed to drop the vandalism charges if he would help us with one atau two items pertaining to this case.”
Percy glances at Alined. His face is stony and blood-red. Aggy Boudreaux looks like he is going to be sick.
“I have nothing further at this time, your honor,” Leon says, nodding to the judge, and sitting.
Arthur nods at Leon, pleased. “Let’s see what he comes back with now.”
“Mr. Boudreaux,” Judge Rodor says, trying not to sigh.
“Thank you, your honor,” Aggy stands and immediately starts pacing and posturing, a fat peacock with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Mr. Andersen, anda expect us to buy that you’d turn your back on your own kin for some negro who happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
“Well, that’s a hell of an open,” Leon leans back and mutters to Arthur behind Gwen’s head. Arthur shushes him, but he’s smirking.
“I don’t expect everyone to understand my motives, sir, no,” Percy says carefully. It’s fairly clear to the crowd to whom he was referring when he berkata “everyone.”
“What are your motives, then, son? Please enlighten us.”
“As I said, a man died that did not deserve to die.”
“Surely that happens all the time.”
“But it would have been prevented if other people had done their jobs, sir,” Percy says, glancing again at his uncle.
“So. You’re just a nice, honest, down-to-earth young man with a big heart, a decorated war hero that just wants people to treat each other with respect, is that it?”
“I guess anda could say that, yes, sir.”
I cinta that he keeps ending his statements with “sir,” Arthur thinks.
“Mr. Andersen, according to my findings, your nickname in the army was ‘Sweet Pea,’ is that correct?”
Percy furrows his brows. “Um, yes, sir.”
“That’s an… interesting nickname for a soldier, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” Percy answers, glancing at Leon and Arthur, who look as confused as he is, but give him encouraging nods anyway. Keep being yourself!
“Now, Mr. Andersen, it makes me no never mind, but surely homosexuals are not allowed in the military…”
“Objection, your honor!” Leon stands and yells. “This isn’t relevant, and he’s insulting my witness!”
“Merely establishing the witness’s character, your honor,” Aggy shoots back, using Leon’s earlier words against him now.
“Overruled… for the moment. Proceed carefully, Mr. Boudreaux.”
“Now, Mr. Andersen, would anda care to explain how anda kept this little secret from your commanding officer? Surely this fine, upstanding war hero wasn’t lyin’ to the U.S. Government…” he sneers, the implications plain in his voice.
“I am not a homosexual,” Percy states simply. Calmly. Arthur almost stands and cheers. He’s unflappable!
“Oh, anda ain’t? Well, then, care to explain your little nickname, honey?”
“Objection!” Leon yells again.
“Sustained. Watch it, Boudreaux.”
“I’ll answer the question,” Percy offers, looking at the judge.
“If you’d like.”
“My initials are P.E.A. I made the mistake of menulis them on my pack, and, well, anda know how it is in the military…” Percy starts.
“No. I don’t, as a matter of fact,” Aggy says, sounding like he’s proud of the fact that he never had to dirty his hands serving his country.
“I’m a Navy man, Mr. Andersen, so I understand completely,” the judge says. “But perhaps anda can explain it to the defense attorney.”
“Well, all it takes is for one person to say something once, sir, and if it sticks, you’re stuck forever. And since I am, as anda yourself said, a nice, honest, down-to-earth young man, someone started calling me ‘Sweet Pea.’ On account of the fact that I am how I am. Not queer, but quiet.”
Aggy seems to deflate like a balloon with a slow leak.
“You may think it an unfortunate nickname, but try telling that to my buddy Muttonhead,” Percival adds.
Arthur has to slap his hand over his mouth to stop his laughter. I cinta this guy.
“Quite,” is all that Boudreaux can manage. “So tell me, Mr. Andersen, why is it anda felt it was necessary to make and keep copies of all these reports? Surely there is a better use of your time than pushing around papers?”
“Well, Mr. Boudreaux, my captain had a motto that he drilled into us. C.Y.A.”
“C… Y… A…” Aggy mulls over the three letters, as if tasting them. “Care to explain that?”
“Yes, sir. It stands for ‘Cover Your…’ um, rear end. atau very nearly close to that.”
“And how does this charming ‘motto’ pertain to your wasting company time and resources to make copies of reports?”
“Well, sir, the repairs weren’t getting done. So I started keeping copies of the requests just case there was an accident involving one of these pieces of machinery, and if someone got hurt atau killed, we would know that we at least tried to keep our equipment operating properly,” Percy explains, speaking slowly and clearly, as if he is talking to a small child. “You will also notice that I re-used scrap pieces of paper to make the copies rather than, as anda said, wasting clean white paper,” he adds, just to further drive his point home.
Arthur reaches around Gwen and pokes Leon in the shoulder, who just nods. He glances at Gwen, who appears to be holding her breath.
“Breathe, Guinevere, it’s going to be fine,” he whispers to her, and she slowly releases her breath.
“Sounds to me like anda have no confidence in your uncle,” Aggy says. He turns to the crowd “What kind of fine, upstanding young man turns his back on his kin like that, I ask you?”
He gets no response, only stony stares, so he spins quickly around to address Percy again. “You do not trust your uncle, son?”
“With due respect sir, I would ask that anda please stop calling me ‘son.’ I am not your son. And no, I do not trust my uncle.”
“All right, Mr. Andersen, why is this, pray tell?”
Percy looks at Alined a moment. It looks as though he has just swallowed a toad. “That is a matter of public record, sir. His past is well-documented in the state of South Dakota.”
“I didn’t find anything incriminating against Mr. Eugene Alined,” Aggy shrugs. “Exhibit, um, D, your honor.” He tosses a thin file on the judge’s desk, a laporan stating that Eugene Alined has no criminal record.
“Did anda check under the name Herman Delaine, sir?”
“Who in the Sam bukit, hill is Herman Delaine?”
“Eugene Alined, sir. His birth name.”
“You little bastard!” Alined leaps from his chair again, fuming.
“Mr. Boudreaux, restrain your client atau I will have him restrained,” Judge Rodor shouts, banging his gavel. “Mr. Alined, anda are fined $100 for contempt. I did warn you.”
“No further questions, your honor,” Aggy mumbles, pushing Alined back to his seat.
“Mr. Winters?”
“I believe Mr. Andersen has berkata all he needs to say,” Leon drawls. “I’d like to call Eugene Alined… atau Herman Delaine… to the stand. Whichever of anda wants to come up. Don’t matter to me which.”
Percy gets down from the witness stand and makes his uneven way back to his seat. He pauses beside Gwen, and she smiles up at him, reaching her hand out a bit, then withdrawing it some, knowing that she shouldn’t. Percy reaches meneruskan, ke depan and clasps her hand anyway, squeezing it reassuringly between his large paws.
Gwen is surprised at the gentleness of his touch. “Thank you,” she whispers. He just nods and returns to his seat.
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