The Death of 1977 (Book 3)
Chapter 17
Charles, with his cane in one hand, and a tool box and steel snake gathered in the other knocked on door number 5 and waited until Robin opened it.
"Good morning, young fella!" Charles said with a wide open smile.
"How are you, Mr. Mercer?" Robin smiled back while stepping aside to allow the man in. "Glad you could show up on a Sunday morning."
Coming in, Charles replied, "Don't you worry about that. I got nothing better to do on these mornings anymore."
Robin's apartment was as cluttered and out of shape as one would possibly expect from such a young man. Jiffy Pop bags lying on the couch, sneakers scattered in various spots around the living room floor and a few smelly clothes draped on and across one of the chairs.
Charles just dragged himself along as though he were more than accustomed to the scene. "I figure the more I keep myself busy, then that'll keep me out of trouble." Charles humorously stated.
"I try to do the same thing myself, sir." Robin remarked as he stood before Charles.
Charles couldn't help but to take notice of Robin's t-shirt that bore a very curious image pasted on the front. For a second or two Charles had to take a double glance.
"I've seen that fella before somewhere." He pointed at the shirt with a grin.
"Oh, this," Robin proudly poked out his chest. "It's Lord Vader from Star Wars."
"Oh, that movie," Charles playfully rolled his eyes. "Man, you can't go anywhere without hearing about that movie."
"I saw it three times at the theatre over the summer."
"Three times," Charles nearly dropped to the floor. "I ain't never heard of no one seeing a movie three times! It must be that darn good."
Laughing out loud, Robin said, "It's incredible! I've never seen anything like it. I sure hope they make a sequel sometime soon."
Shaking his head in jovial disbelief, Charles said, "My boy used to love going to the movies. I never did take him to see...a movie." His voice suddenly hesitated without warning. "I never did." He then bowed his head for a moment.
Sitting himself down on the messy couch, Robin said, "I think it's still playing down at the Olen Theater. If you're lucky you can still catch it before it goes away for good."
Waving his hand, Charles responded, "No thanks, Hollywood can have it. I went to the drug store down the street yesterday, and there were all these little kids in there buying costumes that look like that fella on your shirt; and some Bigfoot character, too."
Giggling, Robin said, "Oh, you must mean Chewbacca."
"I don't know what his name was, but it looked pretty darn gruesome to me."
Just as Charles was about to make his way into the kitchen, his attention was suddenly snatched by Robin picking up a small, black contraption from off the floor in front of him. The thing had a black stick protruding from out of its center. The man watched in odd curiosity as the young man turned on the television in front of him and stuck a cartridge inside a medium sized box.
the animated TV, Charles, with his mouth hanging wide open,
an Atari
But all Charles could see was shapes and hear sounds come from the television as if the thing
a video game." Robin pressed
shook his head, "A
held up another cartridge. "I've got Video Olympics in the box right now, of course, and
mama for anything like that. We'd never know what in the world he was
the decathlon, even if it is
"I hear
do you
just fine." Charles smiled. "Mrs. Watson sure does a great
know, she's really a nice lady. She's everywhere in this city. Ever since
seconds in the most peculiar fashion. "Tell me, young fella, does Mrs. Watson ever talk about...you know what? It doesn't matter. What does matter is that yesterday I finally
"That must've been
blushed with a shining smirk. "That little scratch is getting bigger and bigger every time I see him. He's shooting up like a weed like his father did at that age. But I'd sure like to know
playing his game and turned around to face Charles. "I take it she and your son don't get along these days?"
before looking back and saying in a polite tone, "My son passed on
Blushing, Robin replied, "Oh...I'm sorry
me to your kitchen, I'll see what I can get my hands into." He grew back his smile
Robin led the way through a curtain
the sink, Robin
into the sink to find
"At first I thought it was a sewage backup, but it
along with both his toolbox and
I was getting some water after my run, the next thing I know,
"It's probably
then, the phone from the other room blared out. "I gotta get
right ahead, my boy. Go right ahead." Charles said as he
around until his hands eventually connected with something solid. Once he was able to grab a hold of it he began to lift it back up. But what he brought out was something that not even he could have expected. It was his son's head dripping with blackness all over. Out of
a brief moment before muttering at the sink, "So...you've found
body began to shiver. His eyes could not peel themselves away from the sink.
the problem?"
life. "Oh...I was just taking a long view." He wiped the sweat from his brow before reaching
ever so slowly, he approached the sink and shoved the snake into the drain. With hesitant muscles the man wrenched and pulled until the sound of a belch
though their reasons for the eventual conclusion couldn't have been anymore contrasting. It took the water at least thirty seconds to empty out. For Charles, it was those same thirty seconds that lasted for an eternity. He actually attempted to stand in front of an excited Robin, but the young man was
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