The door of the storage unit creaked up after being locked for that long. A changed person looked on into the possessions of another lifetime from not too many years ago. Backing up the U-haul to the doors Tom was thinking that he should just go to the dump. But it would look funny driving an empty truck halfway across the country. He was out, it was 2007 and he was on to his next chapter in life, and another government gig, The Treasury Department, and a choice job running some of the best minds in analytics and research. Great, now he was a money cop, not something that inspired him but it was a job.
The smell of the coffee smelled like ambrosia, and the warmth of the little cottage had settled Lori's nerves and pain a bit, that plus the Canadian Aspirin George had given her. Berta was getting a gel pack from the freezer and rotating them out while the Victorian couch doubled as a hospital bed for the time being.
From 2005 through 2007 there was an unexpected uptick in movement from the mysterious Mr. Newman's accounts and investments. It was closely watched and in some cases imitated by corporate financiers and other personal investors. A divergence away from the market was not always an indicator of something untold, but this was starting to look like a landslide. On January 21st 2008, Black Monday hit, Investors from around the world took their worst one day hit since 9/11. That same day a Mr. Barack Obama received a large check from The Newman Fund, it was the only check ever written by this LLC.
With coffee in hand the women started off awkwardly. Lori was taken care of for the time being and Berta was bluntly just not used to company or being social at all. Berta broke the ice by apologizing for the ruckus this morning and the scaring the wits out of her. Lori just nodded appreciatively and said it was part of the nature of the area, she shouldn't be too surprised. "I thin those pain killers that George gave you are kicking in, this isn't normal for us here either dear" she said with a giggle. Lori loved the woman's laugh and the energy that surrounded her, yep, those pills are kicking in. Seeing how tired she was Berta just told her to rest and grabbed a hand made Afghan she made years ago to wrap her in.
The job was not the least bit easy at first. Tom was just getting into the flow when all of this financial debauchery started, it was a real mess and one that brought up a name that sparked a memory as old as the hills it seems. He went back to his home and asked his wife Alicia if she knew where he put his old copy boxes from Colorado and she looked at him like she didn't know what he was talking about. He checked the attic and the basement and it was there that he found the four or five still disorganized boxes from his work years ago. On top of the second box he opened was a notebook, something that he was onto years ago.
Aha!
In 2009 a American acting icon received the news that the cancer has worsened. As she lay in the private Hospital Suite she was visited by a kindly old woman. They shared the stories of life and adventure, loves and losing them. They continued their close friendship and visited each other often throughout the last months of her life. On may 1st 2010 was her last visit and they both knew it, but her friend had kind of always known when right?... The next day Lynn Redgrave passed away at the age of 67 and America, and a lovely friend wept for the loss of such a wonderful spirit.
He picked up a small shotgun shell as he was rounding the trail to the clearing before the Hudson's place. Walking quietly as he was far off he was listening for any sounds. A few steps more and he didn't have to strain much, the bear, or a wrecking crew was still moaning and groaning, swiping at things by the sound of it. Getting closer he could see the hole in the skirting, the next second he was instinctively ducking his head behind his arm as a window is blow out by something on the side of the historic little family cabin. "Aw Crap" was his only words as he debated turning around and going back to Berta's. Nothing he could do about it now, and the sound of him wailing like that is just going to bring in more of the critters. He better get on the radio and let some folks know that we may have a bit more company than usual, and what's going on here.
Lori had the weirdest dreams, the codeine in the aspirins probably didn't hurt, but the smell of Lavender was hitting her nose in her dream to wake her up. She opened her eyes to the old beamed ceiling and felt like she couldn't move. She could, but the place in her mind she was coming back from was trying to stick and she was afraid to move in all reality in fear of losing that feeling. It soon passed, but it was memorable, talk about losing it she thought.
The smell of the coffee smelled like ambrosia, and the warmth of the little cottage had settled Lori's nerves and pain a bit, that plus the Canadian Aspirin George had given her. Berta was getting a gel pack from the freezer and rotating them out while the Victorian couch doubled as a hospital bed for the time being.
From 2005 through 2007 there was an unexpected uptick in movement from the mysterious Mr. Newman's accounts and investments. It was closely watched and in some cases imitated by corporate financiers and other personal investors. A divergence away from the market was not always an indicator of something untold, but this was starting to look like a landslide. On January 21st 2008, Black Monday hit, Investors from around the world took their worst one day hit since 9/11. That same day a Mr. Barack Obama received a large check from The Newman Fund, it was the only check ever written by this LLC.
With coffee in hand the women started off awkwardly. Lori was taken care of for the time being and Berta was bluntly just not used to company or being social at all. Berta broke the ice by apologizing for the ruckus this morning and the scaring the wits out of her. Lori just nodded appreciatively and said it was part of the nature of the area, she shouldn't be too surprised. "I thin those pain killers that George gave you are kicking in, this isn't normal for us here either dear" she said with a giggle. Lori loved the woman's laugh and the energy that surrounded her, yep, those pills are kicking in. Seeing how tired she was Berta just told her to rest and grabbed a hand made Afghan she made years ago to wrap her in.
The job was not the least bit easy at first. Tom was just getting into the flow when all of this financial debauchery started, it was a real mess and one that brought up a name that sparked a memory as old as the hills it seems. He went back to his home and asked his wife Alicia if she knew where he put his old copy boxes from Colorado and she looked at him like she didn't know what he was talking about. He checked the attic and the basement and it was there that he found the four or five still disorganized boxes from his work years ago. On top of the second box he opened was a notebook, something that he was onto years ago.
Aha!
In 2009 a American acting icon received the news that the cancer has worsened. As she lay in the private Hospital Suite she was visited by a kindly old woman. They shared the stories of life and adventure, loves and losing them. They continued their close friendship and visited each other often throughout the last months of her life. On may 1st 2010 was her last visit and they both knew it, but her friend had kind of always known when right?... The next day Lynn Redgrave passed away at the age of 67 and America, and a lovely friend wept for the loss of such a wonderful spirit.
He picked up a small shotgun shell as he was rounding the trail to the clearing before the Hudson's place. Walking quietly as he was far off he was listening for any sounds. A few steps more and he didn't have to strain much, the bear, or a wrecking crew was still moaning and groaning, swiping at things by the sound of it. Getting closer he could see the hole in the skirting, the next second he was instinctively ducking his head behind his arm as a window is blow out by something on the side of the historic little family cabin. "Aw Crap" was his only words as he debated turning around and going back to Berta's. Nothing he could do about it now, and the sound of him wailing like that is just going to bring in more of the critters. He better get on the radio and let some folks know that we may have a bit more company than usual, and what's going on here.
Lori had the weirdest dreams, the codeine in the aspirins probably didn't hurt, but the smell of Lavender was hitting her nose in her dream to wake her up. She opened her eyes to the old beamed ceiling and felt like she couldn't move. She could, but the place in her mind she was coming back from was trying to stick and she was afraid to move in all reality in fear of losing that feeling. It soon passed, but it was memorable, talk about losing it she thought.
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