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What goes around comes
around...
Posted June
8, 2007 by beamlette and galatia9
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Young Shulamith: Huh – so you're that Gavreau I’ve heard about.
Gavreau: Uh... excuse me? Who the hell
are you? I don't know anyone with kids. Not in THIS life, anyway.
Young Shulamith: Move over, hon, and I’ll tell you all about myself. You may appreciate
the irony of it.
Gavreau: Uh... excuse me AGAIN, you
little snip, but I don't even think you're old enough to know what irony IS.
How do you know me, anyway? Hey... quit PUSHING me, you brat!
Young Shulamith: Lighten up. To start with, do
I remind you of anyone?
Gavreau: No, I couldn't care less about
anyone who still has to have her mama wipe her nose for her. I don't KNOW
anyone your age. Are you SUPPOSED to remind me of someone??
Young Shulamith: You’re amazingly
unimaginative, for an old guy, though I’d have thought it was pretty obvious
who I look like – someone you know – very well.
Gavreau: Lay off, will you?? You little
pest -- HEY!! You... wait, you look like –
Young Shulamith: Now you’re catching
on. Though I’ll go ahead and connect the dots for you. I’m Shulamith
– or more precisely, Shu at age 11. You may have
heard there’s a temporal rift where we live, and some of us coexist with our
younger selves. Neat trick, huh?
Gavreau: This is insane! Now listen
here, you, I didn't do ANYTHING to you -- er, I mean
to the FUTURE you, that you didn't ASK for! I mean,
SHE! That SHE didn't ask for! You've got nothing on me! Er...
how much DO you know about her and me, anyway??
Young Shulamith: Oh, don’t worry – que sera, sera… **softly sings to herself** “…Money
don’t get everything, it’s true/What it don’t get/I
can’t use….”
Gavreau: *mutters* Dammit,
I still can't believe she got that last two hundred bucks outta me before she left...
Gavreau: Listen, little girl, why don't
you find some friends your own age and go play? Don't you have some dolls
waiting for you somewhere?
Young Shulamith: Dolls? Man, you are SO
old-fashioned. Girls my age don’t do the doll thing. We’re into technology and
dressing like pop tarts. Get with the times while you’re here, why don’t you?
Gavreau: Trust me, honey, you're well
on the way to becoming QUITE the little tart, pop or otherwise. I suppose
you've seen how you turned out? What do you think of that?
Young Shulamith: Could be worse. Though I
think I’ll suggest she adjust her rates, for inflation.
Gavreau: ANOTHER adjustment?? You're as
cold blooded as SHE is. Now I see where she GOT it from. Okay, hon, I want you to take a message back to your big
"sister" for me, okay?
Young Shulamith: Message – for my OLDER self –
sure. And that message would be -- ?
Gavreau: (*thinks* Ah, so she DOESN'T
know everything her future self has been up to!) Tell her to not be a stranger,
okay?
Young Shulamith: No stranger than she’s ever
been.
Gavreau: And... tell
her that she still owes me big time for that fact-finding mission I sent her
on. The credit in her account is VERY low right now.
Young Shulamith: Owes you something – not
surprising. Well, ta-ta, blondie.
Gavreau: *mutters* Chip off the old
block, all right.
**a little later**
Young Shulamith: *to self* Someone ELSE’S
credit is a little low, I’d say. Cheap bastard only has EIGHT freakin’ dollars in that fancy-pants wallet – sheesh.
Gavreau: What the hell?? $!%#^$&!!!
With thanks to galatia9 for Gavreau and his dialogue.
Big or little, Gavreau has the worst luck with
Shulamith, doesn’t he?
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