The Journal of a Connecticut Yankee

Guest Who's Coming to Dinner

It was painfully slow on the 101 north. Too many cars and not enough lanes. We were headed to the very house that Victoria ended up buying when she immigrated to Earth. Deanna, my other daughter, apparently still lived there while Didi had moved out some time ago into a small apartment in a place called Fremont, which was not too far away.

As I stared at the tail end of an old Buick with a faded bumper sticker saying; It's not rape if he cums, I decided to ask a question that Didi never answered.

"How did you know where to find me that night?"

She didn't answer, and I depressingly thought that we were back to that point again, but then she finally replied,

"Few days ago, Vicky told me she found you. I didn't believe her, thought she was just messing around. Then, when I was on assignment, I ended up taking to your dragon buddy, Allen. He told me about you and I realized that Vicky was telling the truth. Later that night, I got a text from a blocked number. It gave me a set of cross streets and said that the answers to my questions would be found there. That my father would be found there. I thought it was a prank, but then... it told me something that no one else could know. I tried texting back, but no answer. So I decided  to go see for myself."

The Buick changed lanes and a BMW took its place. I guess I owed the Goddess more than what I thought I did. It was funny, she hated the Mamono, yet still reached out to one for me.

We continued driving in silence, then Didi suddenly asked in a small voice,

"Did you love my mother?"

"Yes," I said without a doubt, "I loved her."

Before anyone says anything in regards to that, let me set the record straight. In the situation I was in, the circumstances, the time, in what was considered normal for the world... Yes, I did fall in love with two different women. Don't ask me any of the how's, or the why's.  If, somehow, my old journal has made its way into your hands then you should already understand.  If not, then I suppose the only thing I can say is that shit happens and you can't give the heart a set of rules to follow, because it usually won't. Words of wisdom from your favorite gun slinging, dimensional traveling, fuck up of a prince.

You're welcome.

"Then why did you leave? Why didn't you just stay with her, get married and live together? Why couldn't you have been a father to us?!" Her voice cracked at the end, and she cleared her throat to compose herself.

Oddly enough, I expected that kind of question. It was only a matter of time until she wanted answers instead of hatred.

"I was 19 when I first met her. A guy from the 21st century, trapped in the equivalent of the dark ages, Didi. Settling down, it just never occurred to me. I know that you know this already but, your mother was an agoraphobe, she was content in spending her life in a mountain. I missed my family, I missed my life. I was going stir crazy there. She was the one that actually suggested that I go out, travel and look for a way back home. All of this happened before there were any thoughts of kids. Almost felt like we were kids ourselves."

Didi didn't say anything to that. Another 5-10 minutes passed and she asked, 

"Then why didn't you send a letter or something! Let her know about what was going on?"

I sighed and stared at dashboard in front of me.

"Your mom.... mother... was a pacifist," I began, "although that's something I'm sure you already knew. She hated violence, killing. All that stuff."

I pushed my head against the seats rest in remembrance.

"Before I ventured out on my own, I wanted a weapon to defend myself from all the rape happy gal's out there in the motherland. I was horrible at using swords and the like, but I was really great at shooting. I guess you can thank all the time I spent at the arcade for that. It was a hard sell to get her to help me create Winona- my revolver. Her and I would go at it, back and forth for days. If I wanted to find a way back home, I would need it. We both knew the dangers of an untaken man running around.  She's the one who thought up Demon Realm Silver bullets. A non lethal, magical alternative. Absolutely brilliant. With that compromise, we created Winona and her ammo-"