Mr. Identity has no friends

Chapter Two

Jean-Marie Garçon Arkmon, was Mr. Arkmons' mother. She always loved her child and still did, even after he left. When he left she was so heart broken, she drank her days away, and then went into rehab after she got arrested for breaking a window of a pub. Mrs. Garçon Arkmon had been in rehab since, that day she finally got out and is ready to start her life again. She was thinking to go and live in Fiji, its sunny there and is very away from urban life, yeah she'd like that. She went home and started packing until her phone rang. Who could call a house that hasn't been lived in for nearly ten years? She answers the phone and a young lady was on the other side.

-"Hi, am I talking to Ms. Garçon Arkmon?"-

-"Yes, it's me. Who are you?"- "I'm Miss Smith, I am your son, Jaspers', maid. I am calling to invite you to stay here at his house for a week, to celebrate his birthday"- "Oh, ehm...how would I know If you are telling the truth? How do I know that you even know Jasper?"- "Didn't think of that, sorry, I will let you talk to him directly then, please wait a second"- Miss Smith walked out of the kitchen down to the basement, and whispered to Mr. Arkmon that his mother wanted to talk to him. He nodded and took the phone.

-"Mom? Hi it's Jasper talking"- Mrs. Garçon Arkmon recognized the voice and was so emotionally shocked that started crying –"Oh, Jasper, my boy, my little ginger boy. I missed you so much! I will come and celebrate your birthday, we have so much to talk about and catch-up. I was already packing up, I will finish and then take the first train, wait what's your address?"- "I'm so happy you accepted, the rest of the family is invited to, I will call them now to tell them, Miss Smith will now give you the address, I am not very good remembering numbers"- Mr. Arkmon passed the phone to Miss Smith that gave Mrs. Garçon Arkmon the address of the house, then she called Mr. Arkmons' brother.

Tristan Arkmon was happily married with Mrs. Jaqueline Courtemanche. They had been for the last two years. They met in Paris, while attending a talk about Fashion and its varieties. They fell in love immediately, like one of those film like romances, but with no drama and went to live in London. Mrs. Courtemanche worked as a full time model for some important designer shop. Tristan was manager of that designer shop. Tristan and his wife were having dinner while Miss Smith called.

-"Who calls at this hour? During dinner, have they no manners? Don't answer my dear"- Yes, Mrs. Courtemanche has a very odd way of talking maybe because she's a posh parisienne. I never stood people from Paris, probably because of how rude they are. Anyways, back to the story. Tristan who was waiting an important phone call got up and picked up the phone while his wife looked at him like he was some kind of giant ant.

-"Hello, Tristan Arkmon talking?"-

-"Hi, it's Jasper, your brother"- Tristan slid down and sat on the floor staring at the chair where he was sitting a few seconds ago. Mrs. Courtema- oh I'm too lazy to write it all lets go with Jaq. Jaq got up from her chair with an elegant and silent movement and sat next to her husband, worried.

-"Hello? Are you still there, brother?"- "Yes, I'm still here"-but didn't add anything else.

-"Well, I'm calling to invite you and your wife to stay at my house for a week to celebrate my birthday"- "Where do you live?"- asked coldly Tristan –"Wait a second, Miss Smith wrote it here somewhere...a-ha, here it is"- Jasper (yeah I'm just going to call them by name so it's less confusing for you guys), told him the address and Jaq wrote it down.

-"See you soon then, by Tristan"- "Bye, Jasper"-

Now it's Martha Joanne Arkmon Ljungmans' and her husband, Oskar Ljungmans' turn to join the story. Martha's husband was Swedish and they met at some University in Sweden. They, unlike Tristan and Jaqs' love story, met because she fell on him and he broke his arm holding her. It's a much more realistic relationship. After they got married (a year ago), they moved to Dublin (no clue why). Oskar works as a manager for an industry of shoes (I think, it's not really important), and Martha was unemployed but she was planning to open a beauty spa. Martha and Oskar were having coffee on the sofa while watching the news, when Jasper called. Martha stretched her hand to grab the phone, and answered.

-"Hello?"- "Hi, am I talking to Martha Arkmon?"- "It's Marth Ljungman now, but yes"- "Oh right I forgot my little sister got married"- "Tristan?"- asked Martha hesitating –"Even better, Jasper"- "What the...is this a joke?"- "No, no joke, but I called to invite you and your husband to my house for a week, to celebrate my birthday. I already invited Mom and Tristan, they said they are coming, are you going to be able to come?"- "Ehm, yes yes, I can. Text me the address will you? Thanks, bye"- and with that Martha hung the phone. Oskar asked her who was on the phone. –"My brother Jasper, the one that disappeared for ten years"- "What did he want?"- "Family reunion for his birthday. Can you miss a week of work?"- "Sure, I'll take the week off"- and with that the conversation finished. The next day, Martha and her husband took a plane to the nearest airport to Bala, and then took the taxi. When the taxi got there, Tristan and his wife were already there, leaving their taxi. Tristan left his bags on the floor and ran to hug Martha. Martha hugged him back with affection.

-"Long time no see, little sister"- said Tristan –"Yeah, it's been to long since we've seen each other, but even longer since we've seen Jasper, how do you think he is?"- "Well there is only one way to find out"- Tristan walked to the door and knocked. An old woman opened the door. –"MOM!"- Tristan and Martha screamed at the same time –"Oh, my sweet children, you're so growed up! I'm so happy to see you!"- her children hugged her and then introduced her their partners. All of them entered the house and Jean-Marie (the mother, for who has forgotten), took them to their rooms so they could accommodate. The two rooms were next to each other, and next to Jaspers', Jean-Marie said. Even if she didn't tell them, you could tell that was his room, because of how used his door and mat was.

Miss Smith then called Trev Llofruddwraig, Jaspers' best friend. Trev went to University and got a degree in marine biology. He worked at an aquarium in Australia and enjoyed his life to the fullest. He was tanning at the beach when, he received the call. –"Hello?"- he answered in a voice tone of someone that just woke up from a night out. –"Hi, it's Miss Smith, Jaspers' maid. He'd like to invite you to stay at his house for a week, to celebrate his birthday, he is willing to pay your flight"- "Sure thing, just let me pack, see you tomorrow"- Trev was a practical person, he never lost time in useless chatting. He called work, told them he would take a week off, and then took a taxi to the airport. Once arrived in Wales, another taxi took him to Jaspers' house in Bala. Trev walked to the door, and puts his hand up to know, when a young lady opens the door. –"Hi, I'm Miss Smith, you must be Mr. Llofruddwraig"- Trev, bowed and kissed her hand –"It certainly is, Lady Smith"- Jasmine chuckled and then showed him the way to his room, and told him Jasper was waiting for him in the living room, then she left to let him unpack.