Carnival is still going on. There is a lightening storm at 5 o'clock in the evening, on Wednesday. Political group is canvasing the neighborhood and trying to garner support for a local candidate.
In addition, the delivery truck for the butcher shop pulls-up in the alley. There is a mix-up in how many chickens the butcher actually ordered. He, Dave, says 10, but the truck is full of many, many live chickens. As the delivery man enters the back of the store and begins arguing with the butcher, an anonymous person opens-up the back of the truck and the chickens begin to hop out. By the time the delivery man returns, there a dozen chickens heading out into the neighborhood of Wilshire Tower.
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I worked patrol at the carnival today, and i am pooped. I was standing in this ridiculous rain that was just terrible. It was completely representative of this town. A big, fun carnival comes to town and what happens? it is a grey day and it has been raining since lunch. Thank god i ordered these new raincoats because by god, i am lookin good, and dry. Someone not lookin so good in their raincoat was some kid in a little yellow raincoat. I love kids and all, but i must say, my raincoat looks SO much better. Well this raincoat is great except for the fact that there is a little four inch cut in the back right below my ribs on my back that lets all the water in, so my patrol shirt got all wet. I took my shirts to the laundromat and put them in the washer. I try to ask for some help but the girl behind the desk looked pretty pissed, so i didnt even try to ask for help. Kids these days...
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ReplyDeleteI awake to a shaded room and what sounds like dozens of chickens. I think its all a dream and turn to look at my clock.
It is 5:12pm. Darn. I slept the whole day away. I guess yesterday at the carnival tired me out.
I go to the drawer and pull out my father's letter and read it for the umpteenth time. I take note of every initialed reference and then head out to unveil the mystery and figure out my father's past.
The first thing to do is ask around since I don't know anyone. The best thing is to head to the carnival again. It seems like everyone is always there. So I head out the house.
On the way to the carnival I realize why I heard chickens. There are literally dozens of chicken wandering the street and some are walking straight towards the carnival and some are in the mix of the rally going on...So weird.
I arrive at the carnival and see that everyone is there since its the last day. I can definitely find out who is who today-and I intend to.
I walk around and spot a few people that I've noticed before. So I head in their direction first. I first talk to a woman named Edna. I don't just come right out and tell her what I really came to ask. Instead I just do small talk. She doesn't seem to want to talk so I come right out and ask her about the initials. She looks at them puzzled for a minute and then turns and looks at me with a screwed look.
"What is this for child?".
I swallow hard and then begin to explain my father's letter and the initials.
Halfway in, Edna stops me and asks,"wait...what's your father's name?"
"Will", I answer.
The woman slowly backs up as if I were a stray dog about to attack. She then snaps and sternly says,"Will...he is not missed." Then she turns and walks away.
I dont know what to think of it so I brush it off and continue to search for answers. Thats when I find one initial person...Cain T.
He was standing by the cotton candy machine when i spotted him. It must have been written that we'd speak because as soon as I looked, he did the same and there was the same look on his face as that of Edna.
I walked towards him and his awkwardness intensified. When I reached talking distance, I introduced myself and asked his name. He hesitated to answer, but finally stuttered," C-Ca-Cah-Cain Taygen".
I gasped and realized that I was on the verge of a breakthrough. C.T is Cain Taygen. So I asked,"do you know my father?". He hesitated again.
"Well do you? His name is..."
"I know...Will".
I was stunned at his interruption. But I didnt say anything.He must have noticed that I wouldn't speak because he bagan.
"Come with me". I followed him to an area of the carnival where there were not much people.
"Can you keep a secret".
"Yes", I answered.
"Your father and I were really close".
"Well what's wrong with that?" I asked.
"No like really close", he said.
"I don't understand".
"Did you know your father...Like really know him".
"No, he died when I was 12".
"Well I really knew your father. He were really really close. You see---I am gay."
"Wait that means that my father is..."
"Yes. He was gay. And I was one of his regulars."
"What do you mean one of his regulars."
"Your father was not only gay. He was a gay man whore and frequently came to me."
"You're lying", I shouted and I turned to run away.
"If you don't believe me go visit Renee Factor."
Renee Factor I thought---R.F. This is not the answer I was looking for.