Monthly Archives: March 2011
Time goes by.
I remember one time, and there were more than a few days at the track with my dad, but this one time I won around $40. I was walking on air. Later I asked to get some toys with the money and he put me off. Said there was no time—for a couple of weeks. Now I think he probably lost it that day.
But sometimes we were real flush. For instance, the toys and clothes and stuff would just show up. I felt like a king. In my eyes, win or lose, he was the best dad, the best friend I had. I didn’t know about all the intrigue and scary individuals crossing our path.
Telemachus walks around town, seems to be just a guy wasting time. However, he goes to a motel room. Some time goes by, he receives a phone call from Mr. Powers. Mr. Powers wears a suit, has cellular phones on each ear, and speaks into a speaker phone, very businesslike, abrupt, as he arranges for Telemachus to work for him. Apparently, they have an ongoing relationship.
Miranda is out shooting pictures allover town. In a park among some children wearing cardboard wings and flying at each other. They scream as if their voices propel them.
She sees that guy is there too. Telemachus is actually coming from the post office where he receives checks. When he notices her camera, he looks away, pivots on his feet and departs from the park in a near run. She imagines taking his picture, takes a lot of pictures.
“Dad, let’s go to the park.”
“Ok, but let’s catch the next race first.”