Three Brood Instigators

8. The Glimpse of Bloom

"GOVERNOR HENRY DAVIS PROMISES BETTER INFRASTRUCTURE IN HIS 3RD GUBERNATORIAL TERM"

"REPRESENTATIVE GEORGE GEORGEWELL GEORGESON PROPOSES THE SKINNING BILL TO PREVENT SKINNING WILDLIFE FOR FASHION"

"MICHAEL LAMENTIS - ASSASSIN OF FOUNDER OF THE SILOP FOUNDATION, JIMMY GARRELTON - WAS CAPTURED BY A BOUNTY HUNTER WITH A BOUNTY WORTH $450.000"

"NO DIRT, PASTUZO!!!!" Pastuzo's father slammed his bed by early Saturday morning. "You know, I keep hearing, and hearing all this trouble from your school, and I am not impressed, boy.

"Well, you wouldn't believe me," Pastuzo was too sleepy to respond

"Pastuzo, if you want live life, you have to take things very seriously. Not this, not fighting, or infuriating trouble like that!" Pastuzo's dad scolded.

"Gosh, this utter menace keeps never seems to stop!!!!" Pastuzo awoke with fury.

"Well, whatever this menace is that you keep blaming sooooooo badly, FORGET ABOUT IT, AND FOCUS ON YOURSELF!!! YOU HEAR ME??!!" His dad pointed out.

Pastuzo got the message, "Alright dad, I will."

"You better. I am tired of being angry with you. It is as if everywhere we go, there is always trouble in you," Pastuzo's dad contemplated.

"Nothing like that will happen, dad. I will assure it," Pastuzo complied as patiently as he could.

"Well, you better assure that yourself," Pastuzo's dad left to his car, going for another holiday work, something that was unusual in the family these months.

After ten minutes, Pastuzo woke up from bed. He peeked in his parent's bedroom, seeing his beautiful mother asleep, and no signs of the wallet on the table. He knew that his mother would never place her wallet in a safe place because her husband is always there to evaluate and check her spendings. Pastuzo wore his thickest sweater and his thickest jeans to fit his travel. He checked over that specific table and took $50 out of his pocket. He opened the door, stared at his house, and left for the bus station.

On the bus, he took time looking at the plain farmlands, green grasses, fair trees, and orange crops of Maine, to absorb the feeling of the person he knows he needed to meet in Portland.

Pastuzo got off the bus stop arriving at the city, seeing the city folks living their lives, talking, spouting, and chasing. Many things were the tall city buildings, the big docks, the promotional society, the blabbering society marching in a small street, and nonetheless, the rich kids who he thought were too privileged to have that life, some things Kevin liked to say to him. He walked around the casting curbs, to the retirement foundation.

"Again, kiddo?" said the male secretary, as he expected one day he would.

He was still resting, looking at the sky, wondering how do birds have the ability and the soul to fly, and then Pastuzo came along. Pastuzo approached Great Grandfather Montgomery and kneeled to his crippled legs, holding it softly, placing his emotions in his forehead over it. Pastuzo took a seat on the room floor.

"So... you are still, Pastuzo, Morris' son?" He asked.

Pastuzo smiled, "Yes, Grandpa Mont, I am Pastuzo."

"So... you must be my grandson... right?" Grandpa Mont asked.

Pastuzo could just smile talking to his great grandfather. "I am your..." Pastuzo shed a tear. "I am your great-grandson... remember?"

"Oh dear," Grandpa Mont remembered. "Gambon......"

Grandpa Mont cried remembering him. "I... I know," Pastuzo responded strongly. "I... I... well... I miss Grandpa Gambo too... even if I knew him till four."