Forgiven by Henry H. H. Hittlebloome

Author:Henry H. H. Hittlebloome [Hittlebloome, Henry H. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 20694082
Publisher: GGA Publishing Inc.
Published: 2013-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

9:47 P.M., Thursday, June 13, 2013

“He’ll be on time, not to worry,” Jake chuckled, as Epic 3 and I gazed at the large TV screen streaming James shadow-boxing into the see-through mirror strategically fixed in the mud room.

“Is James going to frisk the Captain,” I said, “that’ll be funny,” querying everyone in the room.

“I gotta see that,” Epic 212 shouted, looking up from his tablet.

As Jake and I rushed around gathering ice and napkins and pushing the liquor cart to the center of the room, someone had earlier mentioned what we all thought the Captain would be wearing to the cookout. Jake thought he’d have his normal blue dress uniform. I suggested Cranbury would keep it casual but stylish, befitting his executive stature; with a black polo shirt, black dress slacks and shoes, and a black, fake alligator print belt. Everyone thought I was hallucinating with such a suggestion. Both Epics’ were sure he’d hang-free with shorts and a tee-shirt. We all laughed at our respective vision of such a sight.

“Here he is,” Jake hollered, pointing to his computer monitor linking the street entrance camera. “Nice ride…the Captain is sporting a black Suburban with what I’m certain are windows that are tinted way too dark.”

We gathered around the monitor to catch a glimpse of Cranbury’s private vehicle. The windows were up so we couldn’t see what he was wearing, but the minute visual through the windshield indicated his collarless shirt to be light blue. The Epic’s high-fived each other.

It was 9:58 PM and Captain Cranbury was on time which Jake thought to be his nature. Guess you didn’t work for the Feds and not be disciplined in some areas.

When the garage door bell rang, we watched James look up at the monitor hanging near the ceiling. He buzzed Jake and asked ‘is this your guest,’ on the wire-mic hanging off his ear. Jake answered affirmative as James buttoned the door opener attached to his belt. The Captain drove into the garage, exited his vehicle and walked quickly toward Enterprise.

“Wow!” I gasped.

“Who would have thought?” Jake bellowed.

“We thought, that’s who,” said Epic 212, pointing to himself and E3.

“Then you’ve seen something similar to this in his past, have you?”

“We found some old school pictures that indicated he had a sports side to him,” Epic 3 said, smiling.

We couldn’t wait for Captain Cranbury to make a closer, physical appearance. We wanted to take-in first hand his baby blue mock tee above some John Daly golf shorts; with what looked like a combination of black, orange, yellow and a hint of baby blue color picking up the same shade of the tee. ‘Spectacular’ couldn’t begin to describe the Captain’s garb.

We switched to the main camera, capturing a full view of the Enterprise door, waiting for the Captain’s expression when observing James for the first time.

The door quickly opened with a loud swooshing sound, somewhat startling the Captain as he stepped back a little. He was definitely surprised to find a large black man

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