Stan. We don’t really need much more than
what we have, do we?” said Mike.
Stan
stood up. His face was flushed. He was kind of sorry that he started this.
“Don’t get me started on that, Rosie. I would like to find the guy who started
that ‘Carry my stuff for me, honey’ crap. I’d knock him the hell out.”
“Stan,
for your information, that guy is a 60-year-old, happily married man with six
children, all but one a boy. He has four grandchildren. He carries his wife’s
bags, or anything else that she needs to bring on the trips they take together.
He opens doors for her, pulls her chair out at the dining table, holds it for
her to sit. He’s a very happy man. His wife is happy too. Remember: happy wife,
happy life. So there. How do you feel about that?”
Stan
knew when he was on the losing end of a conversation. He huffed and snorted,
then he walked over to her suitcase, bent over to pick it up, and started a
cadence.
“Okay,
men! It’s all on us! Suck it up! Pick it up! Move it on! Grab it, lift it! Tote
it down the line! Be a good boy, make it quick, make it clean. We have to be
there on time, ‘cause the train is coming down the line! Get it there, don’t be
late! On top of it all, don’t forget, to smile and make sure you tip that hat!”
Stan
picked up Rosie’s suitcase and started walking towards Teddy’s house, not
saying another word about the girl’s suitcases.
From
Jerry’s house it was a fifteen-minute walk to the bus stop. It was only six
minutes to Teddy’s house. The guys grabbed their girl’s suitcases and they
started walking, and stopped at Teddy’s house.
From
the street, they could see that the front door was broken, hanging open. They
left the suitcases with their backpacks on the sidewalk. Cautiously, they
walked to Teddy’s front door. The guys were in front, the girls following. They
carefully stepped through the open door into the house. Jerry took over. With
an authority to his voice, he told everyone what he wanted them to do.
“Guys,
I don’t like this. The door has been deliberately broken in. We need to be
careful.” Everywhere they looked, they could see that everything was beat to
hell. “If Teddy or Cori are here, we need to find them quickly. If we don’t
find them soon, we need to be out of here in ten minutes or less. With or
without them, we need to get the hell out of this house as quickly as we can. I
don’t want to run into whoever did all this and I don’t want to stay around
this house any longer than I have to. Something bad has happened here. I don’t
want to miss the bus, either, so we can’t stay here long — ten minutes, max.”
He
pointed to his friends as he issued commands. “Stan, take Rosie go upstairs and
see if they are up there. Mike, take Jennifer and go to the back of the house
where the kitchen is. Check every room that you find. Open any closed doors. If
we don’t find them, we’re out of here. Mary, come with me. We will go out back
to look. We need to be back on the sidewalk in ten minutes or less.”
He
looked around to make sure they were ready. “Okay, everyone — be careful. Let’s
go look for them. If you find them hurt, call out. If they are here, I want
them found. Either way, I want to be out of this house as fast as we can —
again, ten minutes, no more.”
Everyone
split up, looking for Teddy or Cori. Other than everything being all shredded
or ripped up, Teddy or Cori were nowhere to be found. In less than ten minutes,
everyone was back on the front porch. Jerry questioned everyone as they returned.
“Anyone
see them?”
“No,
Jerry, nothing, other than that everything was all beat to crap, there is no
one in this house,” said Mike. “We didn’t see them, not even his mother’s cat.”
“Us either,
Jerry,” said Stan. “There is nothing but torn up stuff everywhere. This place
is starting to creep us out. We need to get away from here, now.”
“Ok,
everyone make sure you have all your