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[Jul. 9th, 2008|09:53 am]
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Ed and Hank


Let it be...


Note: This happened earlier this summer. No road trippin'. No pictures. Ed and Hank get an unexpected (not in a good way) telephone call. Hank hopes to get back to writin' about their road trip soon.

Disclaimer:
Hank told their story to Annie Proulx. Jack and Ennis are all hers. Ed and Hank belong only to each other. Rating: PG (only because of Ed lettin' loose with a few swear words) $$: Nope. Comments: Always appreciated.

Everything else is here:
http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/10082.html






Let it be...





ring, ring



"Hey, Ed...?!? Can you get the phone...?"


"Yeah, I got it… Hello...?"


"
Yeah... This is him."


"Yeah…"


"Yeah... Tha's them...”


"Uh uh..."


"Uh uh..."


"When was tha'...?"


"Okay..."


"Yeah..."


"Hold on a minute... Where again...?"


"Okay... I got it writ down."


"No."


"I don't think so."


"Is this about money? Does he need money?"


“Okay...”


"Where...?"


Yeah, I know where that is…”


“Yeah…”


"So’s there ain’t no one else ta do it...?"


“Shit... ‘Scuse my language. Guess I’ll just hafta do it then…”


"Yeah..."


"Yeah... I know where my sister is."


"How 'bout we do it this way... You give me yer number 'n I'll call her 'n tell her ev’rythin’ you told me ‘n then I’ll have her call you..."


“Yeah… I’d rather be the one ta tell her…”


"Okay…"


"Yeah... 4-7-5-2… Yeah… I got it."


"Yeah. I’ll let her know. I'll call her today. But I kinda doubt she will neither."


“Yeah...”


"So's... where do I get the key...?"


"Okay... 'N you'll be there when...?"


"Okay..."


"Yeah... I'll call 'n let ya know wha' day 'n about wha' time... I gotta figure some stuff out on this end first..."


"I will..."


"Good-bye..."


"Shit.”



"Wha' the hell was that about, Ed...?"


"Tha' was some social worker callin'... 'bout my pa... Turns out he's still alive... in a nursin' home in the town nearest ta where we lived... 'n this woman were tryin' ta track down me 'n Ruth... 'n found me..."


"Yer kiddin'...?"


"Ain't 'xactly somethin' I'd kid about... Turns out they'd been in tha' same house all them years..."


"What about yer ma...?"


"Tha' social worker said she died about a year 'n a half ago..."


"I'm sorry, Ed..."


"Yeah... Well... she weren't no kinda mother ta us."


"Maybe it was yer pa's doin'...? Had her under his thumb 'n all..."


"I dunno... Maybe. Maybe not. But tha' still ain't no 'xcuse in my book. I said it before 'n I'll say it again... Ain't no one coulda made me harm a hair on Iris' head... not in the name of god... not in the name a nothin'...”


"I know, Ed..."


“But… Hell…”


“Wha’…?”


"'S jus' tha'... I didn' protect Ruth from 'em... ‘n I shoulda..."


"You were justa kid, Ed... There weren't nothin' you coulda done... ‘N ya know damn well Ruth prob'bly feels the same way about you... Tha' she weren't able ta protect her l'il brother..."


“I guess… But…”


"No buts about it. So's... What about yer pa...?"


"I dunno... He's gotta be in his nineties... Hell... bet he's righ' fearful a comin' face ta face with tha' fire 'n brimstone god a his..."


"I meant... Are ya gonna go see him...?"


"No way."


"You sure 'bout tha'...?"


"Yeah. I’m sure. But I gotta go ‘n clear out their… his… house ‘n put it up fer sale… ta pay fer his nursin’ care… Tha’ social worker said it’s a righ’ mess…"


We.”


“Wha’…?”


We gotta go ‘n clear out his house. You ‘n me. No way would I make ya do somethin’ like that on yer own.”


“Thanks, Hank.”


"You gonna call Ruth?"


"Yeah... She's got a righ' ta know... Decide fer her self wha' she wants ta do... I jus' didn' want no stranger blindsidin' her with the news. But I sure as hell ain't lookin' forward ta tha' conversation. ‘N I sure as hell ain’t askin’ her ta go back ta that house."


"You ain't gonna start feelin' guilty... if'n ya don't go see him 'n all...?"


"Nope. He's bein' took care of. ‘N there ain’t nothin’ else I can do. 'Course... if'n ya want... I can try 'n muster up some guilty feelin's over not feelin' guilty."


"No need to on my account… But... What if'n yer pa wants ta make amends fer what he done ta ya...?"


"Ain't no amends ta be made. I made my peace with all that a long time ago... much as I could anyways... 'n there ain't nothin' he could say ta me tha' would make no diff'rence. 'N if'n it's his own guilt he's lookin' ta ease... well... I don't see how tha's my problem... 'N if'n he ain't changed... Shit... I sure as hell don't wanna give him one last go at me... even if'n he ain't gonna be able ta back up his crazy preachin' with a belt whippin'..."


"Maybe you should jus' think on it fer a l'il while anyways..."


"Don't need ta think on it."


"What about Iris...?"


"What about Iris?"


"He's her grandpa... Dontcha think she's got a righ' ta know too...?"


"Grandpa...? Shit... Tha's rich..."


"But dontcha think she'd wanna know...?"


"I guess I gotta tell her... But... I never told her much about him... them... 'n... ya know... 'bout growin' up like tha'... Weren't no reason fer her ta know..."


"Well she knows somethin' about it... 'cause I think I wrote about it some back when she were still readin' our story..."


"Shit. Dammit, Hank… I fergot all about tha'..."


"Jus' tell Iris like yer gonna tell Ruth... 'n let her make her own decision 'bout it..."


"Great. 'M really lookin' forward ta that conversation too... Remind me ta send tha' social worker a thank-you card... 'N you too... Thanks a lot, dumbass..."


"Me...? Wha' the hell did I do...? Ya know damn well Iris would find out anyways from Ruth sooner or later... Or from Nora... 'cause ya know Ruth 'n Nora talk all the time... So's ya might as well tell her yerself now... 'N it'll prob'bly make it easier on ya tha' she already does know part a the story..."


"'S not jus' tha'... Ya put my goddamn name in the goddamn phonebook... 'n tha's prob'bly how tha' social worker found me..."


"Ya ain’t gonna start that again…"


"Knew it'd cause trouble one day..."


"Hell... Ya know damn well ya coulda had it taken out anytime... if'n ya wanted to..."


"Yeah... 'n you jus' woulda put it back in..."


"Damn right I woulda."


"Shit."




A few days later…




“Put the damn camera down, Hank…”


“But I ain’t never seen nothin’ like this before… I mean ya hear about folks hoardin’ stuff ‘n fillin’ their houses with a whole buncha crap… but I ain’t never seen it before… Damn…”


“I don’t want no pictures or nothin’ else around remindin’ me of this place.”


“Sorry, Ed. I wasn’t thinkin’… I’ll delete ‘em… There… They’re gone…”


“Shit. Wish I could jus’ press a button or two ‘n delete all them years me ‘n Ruth spent in this damn house.”


“Yeah. I wish ya could too, Ed.”


“Shit. It weren't nothin' like this when I were a kid... Weren't hardly nothin' in this house back then... Shit... I jus’ don’t know where ta start…”


“How ‘bout righ’ where we’re standin’…?”


“Good a place as any I guess… Shit... This place is in desperate need a some fresh air... Can ya reach tha' window over there, Hank...? I'll get the one over the sink here..."


"Think I can get ta it... If'n I kinda crawl 'cross this stuff... Ow... Shit..."


"You okay, dumbass...?"


"Yeah... Damn... Window's stuck... Wait a minute... Think I'm gettin' it... There..."


"Fuck.”


“Wha’…?”


“Whole place is a wreck… but that ol’ bastard still has the belt he used ta whip me with hangin’ on tha’ wall... jus’ like it always was..."


"Yer kiddin'...?"


"You think I got a real strange sense a humor, dontcha...?"


"Ya know I didn' mean it literal-like..."


"Guess he musta hung on ta it fer sentimental reasons…”


"Jeez, Ed..."


"Think... I... can... just... reach it... Got it... Wouldya throw me them garbage bags, Hank...?"


“Wait a minute… Ya ain’t gonna toss it out jus' like tha’… Are ya…?”


“Ya think I should keep it...? Hang it up at home maybe...?”


“Jus’ thought maybe we could burn it or somethin’…”


“Burn it…? Hell… I wouldn’ waste the match.”


“Jus’ meant maybe we could give it a real good final send off... Up in flames ‘n all…”


“’Don’t wanna make no more of it than it is. ‘N it’s just a belt. ‘N I‘m jus’ gonna throw it out.”


“Or I guess you could jus’ throw it out…”


“Thanks fer the suggestion.”


“Yer welcome.”


“Shit. This is gonna take a whole lot longer than I thought… Shit.”


“Maybe you should jus’ let me do it, Ed… You can take a drive up tha’ canyon outside town… ‘n go fer a walk or somethin’…”


“Tha’d hafta be one helluva long walk… Figure... with the two of us... it’s gonna take three… maybe four days… ‘n tha’s if’n we’re lucky… Depends what the basement 'n upstairs look like... 'N then once we get the place cleared out we gotta get it in decent-enough shape ta put up fer sale... Even if'n it's gonna be sold as-is... we'll hafta do a whole lotta cleanin'... 'n paintin'... 'n who knows what else... Shit... 'S gonna take a while, Hank..."


"Ya know, Ed... Ya don't gotta do this at all... We could jus' hire some folks ta take care of it fer us..."


"I dunno, Hank... I ain't sure why... But I think maybe I gotta do it..."


"Okay... But whenever ya need ta take a break 'n get the hell outta here... you go ahead 'n get the hell outta here... Prob'bly be plenty a errands tha' need runnin' 'n supplies tha' need replenishin'..."


"Don't think I fergot tha' tha' parade ya wanted ta go to is in Salt Lake this weekend... 'N I know I promised I'd go 'n all... So's maybe we could head tha' way Friday 'n then head back here again right after..."


"No way, Ed... It's not that important... 'N I don't wantcha ta hafta leave 'n come back... so's let's jus' do it as quick as we can 'n be done with it... 'n then ya won't ever hafta come back ta this house again."


"Thanks, Hank... I appreciate it..."


“Do ya think Ruth’s gonna want anythin’ we migh’ come across…?”


“She made it real clear she didn' want nothin' neither... So's we can drop off anythin’ salvageable at one a them charities… Somehow doubt that'll amount ta much... Shit... What a mess…”


“Think there’s any shovels buried in this mess…? We sure could use a couple a shovels…”


“Shoulda thought ta bring some… Didn’ think it’d be this bad… if’n we don’t find some soon we should prob’bly jus’ go buy a couple… Hell… maybe we should jus’ burn the whole place down… Be easier all around…”


“Jus' so's I'm real clear on this... Ya don’t wanna burn a belt… but ya’d burn the whole house down…?”


“Yep. Tha’d definitely be worth a match. ‘N maybe even a whole gallon a gas too..."


"Be a lot quicker... tha's fer sure..."


"Too bad it ain't ours ta burn down... 'Sides... it'd prob'bly end up gettin' out a control 'n ragin' 'cross this whole state 'n inta the next..."


"Yeah... Prob'bly... So's... I guess now we know why tha' social worker included tha' recyclin' place on tha' list a local real estate agents she gave us..."


"I left tha' list in the truck... I'll go get it... Think it says what all they take..."


"If'n I ain't here when ya get back... chances are the house got me..."


"'S okay... I'll jus' wait around 'til it realizes what it's got itself inta 'n decides to spit ya back out... Shouldn' take more 'n a minute or two... three at the outside..."


"Ya know... I'll probably come back all slimed up with other-worldly ectoplasm..."


"Gen'rally like ya all sweaty 'n slipp'ry... but covered in other-worldly slime...? Tha's pushin' it..."


"Big, strong cowboy like you's afraid of a l'il slime, huh...?"


"Yep. Other-worldly slime anyways... So's I guess I'd just hafta throw ya back ta the house... whether it wants ya back or not... Prob'bly hafta throw in a bottle a booze or two... Make ya more palatable 'n all..."


"Too bad... 'Cause I was thinkin' later on tonigh' we migh' get out our proton guns 'n cross our streams..."


"Great... I'm in fer an afternoon a Ghostbuster jokes..."


"Ya know what happens if'n we cross 'em, dontcha...?"


"Think I got some idea..."


"'Life as we know it stops instantaneously 'n ev'ry molecule in our bodies explodes at the speed a light'..."


"Yeah... Tha' sounds about righ'..."


"Sure as hell does."


"Be righ' back, dumbass... 'N try not ta let the house slime ya..."




A few minutes later...




"Hey, Ed...?"


“Yeah…?”


“You been lookin’ at any a this stuff in these piles…?”


“Doin’ my best not ta.”


“I’m comin’ 'cross a whole buncha weird religious pamphlets ‘n whatnot... like this one from the 'aryan nations church of jesus christ christian'... Some a the stuff it says... Shit... These folks are sick... Ya never mentioned tha'... Didya grow up with...? Were yer folks gettin’ stuff like tha’ when you were a kid…?”


“Nope. Was mainly jus’ their own crazy interpretation a the bible tha’ they relied on… Guess at some point they figured they'd branch out ‘n hate as many diff’rent folks as possible… Sure was lucky tha' my pa's god just happened ta hate all the same folks he decided ta…”


“It is amazin’ how that always seems ta work out so well fer folks…"


"Ya know... we're gonna be here ferever if'n yer gonna be lookin' through ev'rythin'... Trust me... Ya ain't gonna find nothin' but more proof a their craziness... 'n I fer one don't need no more proof..."


"Sorry, Ed... I'll stop lookin' so close at stuff... But..."


"But wha'...?"


"D'ya think yer folks mighta stashed any money in amongst all this...? Ya hear about folks doin' tha' kinda thing..."


"It ain't likely. So's I wouldn' spend a lot a time lookin' if'n I were you... 'N if'n we do come across any money it's gotta go first ta them folks takin' care a him..."

 
“If’n we do find any… it’d be cash ‘n no one’d be the wiser…”


“No way, Hank… I wouldn’ want nothin’ ta do with it… ‘N even if'n there is anythin’ left over after he fin'lly kicks the bucket... it can go ta Ruth... if'n she wants it... ‘n her kids ‘n Iris…”


“Yeah. Sorry, Ed… I jus' got carried away fer a minute there…”


“Shit… Jus' lookit all this... How the hell d’ya end up this crazy…? Shit.. I guess maybe I coulda... maybe I shoulda…"


“Don’t know whatcha coulda done… So’s long as they weren’t a real threat ta themselves…"


“They sure as hell weren't never no threat ta each other… only ta me 'n Ruth... Snort..."


"Wha's so funny 'bout tha'...?"


"Guess it really is true wha' they say...”


"Wha's tha'...?"


"Tha' there's someone fer ev'ryone... Snort... How the hell them two ever managed ta find each other... Shit... It ain't tha' funny... Guess 'm justa l'il... Hell... I dunno..."


"If'n laughin' about it helps get ya through it... then ya might as well laugh..."


“Shit... I sure wouldn’ wanna end up in no fuckin’ nursin’ home, though...”


“Me neither, Ed. You ever been ta one…?”


“Nope. But I can imagine well ‘nough what it’d be like.”


“Yeah. Me too. How’d yer pa end up there anyways…? Did tha' social worker tell ya...?”


“Yeah... She said some neighbors from down the road found him in the yard… He musta fallen…"


“Well he sure couldna fallen inside… Least-wise not 'n hit the floor... Sorry, Ed… Tha's prob'bly goin' a l'il too far…”


"'S okay... 'N it's true 'nough anyways... Hell... he were lucky them neighbors came by when they did... Or maybe he weren't so lucky... dependin' on how ya look at it... ‘N tha' social worker... she said after they found him they took him ta the hospital ‘n then from there they sent him ta tha’ nursin’ home ‘n he’s never got strong ‘nough ta walk again. She said the neighbors said he was doin’ okay up ‘til then… so's far as they knew anyways... he weren't 'xactly real sociable...”


“Well now we know you come from purty long-lived genes…”


“Always wear ‘em ‘til they cain’t be wore no more…”


“Ya know damn well that ain’t what I meant. Shit. I jus’ hope I drop dead a somethin’ nice ‘n neat-like… ya know… no fuss, no muss… just enough time left ta know I’m dyin’ ‘n kiss ya good-bye… ‘n then… bam… I’m dead.”


"'N I'll jus' drop dead of a big ol' broken heart a second or two later... But… don’t worry, Hank… If’n it ain’t quick-like… I’ll take care of ya 'til I cain’t no more… ‘n then I’ll take care a the both a us.”


“Thanks, Ed. ‘N me too you… if’n it should happen ta be the other way around…”


“Well let's hope it don't end up tha' way… ‘N if’n it does it’s gonna be a long, long way off if’n I have anythin’ ta say about it… So’s… how ‘bout we change the subject now…?”


“Fine with me. I don’t particularly care fer contemplatin’ m’ own mortality. Or yers. 'Specially yers...”


"Yer the one tha' started it, dumbass..."


"No I didn't."


"Yeah ya did. Shit... Lookit all this food… Basement's prob'bly full a it too... Looks like most of it's expired… Damn… what a waste… “


“Yeah… Don’t think them food pantry’s are int'rested in expired food… Jeez… Some a this looks as old as we are…”


“Yeah… Food's the one thing they did start stockpilin’ when I was a kid… Wouldn’ be s’rpised if’n some of it’s been here since then… They were preparin’ fer the end a days…"


"So's... wha'...? They thought their god wouldn' be able ta feed ev'rybody where they'd be goin' 'n they'd hafta bring their own food...? Or maybe they were worried tha' they migh' not like the food...? 'Fraid it migh' be too spicy or somethin'...?"


"Think they thought them end a days would take a while... The Tribulation they called it... lotsa war 'n pestilence 'n whatnot... 'n they thought they could hunker down with all their food 'n enjoy the show 'til the Rapture came 'n they were brought up ta heaven... Guess later on they musta decided tha' they migh' not have front row seats... so's they'd better start stockpilin' some readin' material too..."


"Ain't no better readin' than a twenty-year-old newspaper..."


"Shit… What a stupid way ta spend yer life…”


“Ain’t nothin’ else brings out the crazy in folks quite like religion. ’Xcept maybe love…”


“Yep. Sure did fer me… Crazy love…”


“Love yer crazy ass, Ed…”


“Love yer crazy ass too, Hank…”


“’He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love’…”


“Great… now yer gonna sing…”


“You got a problem with tha’…?”


“Nope. I'm used ta it... This poor ol' house migh’ got a problem with it though… It’ll prob’bly start collapsin’ in on itself…”


“There weren’t no liftin’ yer voices ta the lord in song, huh…?”


“Nope. Not off-key or on. In the gospel accordin’ ta my crazy ma ‘n pa… any kinda music or singin’ just attracted that ol’ devil… called him righ’ to ya… ‘Course yer singin’ migh’ be the exception ta the rule… In fact… I bet yer singin’ could drive that ol’ devil away… Or least-wise drive him ta drink…”


“Prob’bly shouldn’ be singin’ under these circumstances anyways… Ain’t real appropriate.”


“Fuck appropriate. You go right ahead, Hank… Sing as loud ‘n as long as ya wanna… If’n this house wants ta collapse in on itself it won’t be no great loss... ‘n it’d save us a whole heap a work…”


“You sure…?”


“Yep. Let's jus' stay close to a door fer a while though... just in case 'n all... Really wouldn' want m' final restin' place ta be underneath the rubble a this here house...”


“Okay then… I said 'he give me love, love, love, love, crazy love… He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love… He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love… He give me love, love, love, love crazy love... He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love… He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love'…"


“You know any a the other words ta tha’ song, dumbass…?”


“Nope. Alls I knows is 'he give me love, love, love, love, crazy love'...”


"How 'bout a diff'rent song altogether then...?"


"This one's stuck in m' head now... 'He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love... He give me'..."


'S gonna be a long day...”


"love, love, love, love, crazy love… He give me love, love, love, love, crazy love'..."


"But officer... before ya arrest me... jus' listen ta this recordin' I made righ' before I strangled him... " "I don't see what a recordin' of a tomcat on the prowl's gotta do with you stranglin' this poor fella..." "Listen closer... Tha's him singin'..." "Yer fuckin' kiddin' me...?" "Nope. 'N he didn't know no other words... 'n he jus' kept on 'n on 'n on 'n on... even after I asked him real polite-like ta least-wise change songs..." "Well I'm real sorry, Mr Smith... Real sorry... But I still gotta arrest ya. Don't you worry 'bout a thing though... 'cause once you play tha' tape fer 'em... there ain't no jury in this world or the next that'll convict ya... Now... How 'bout we stop off 'n get you a real nice piece a pie on yer way ta the slammer...?"


"Think maybe I'll go bring in tha' radio we got in the back a the truck... 'n make sure it's tuned to a country station..."


"'S entirely up ta you..."




Later...




“Wake up, Ed... C'mon... It's me, Hank..."


"Wha'...? Damn..."


"You were havin' a nightmare..."


"Shit..."


"You okay...?"


"Yeah. I'm okay... Are you okay...? Did I hurt ya...?"


"I'm okay... Ya didn't hurt me... Jeez... You ain't had a nightmare like that in a whole lotta years..."


"They went away before… so's they'll go away again. Guess it was jus' bein' there… in tha’ damn house… bein’ reminded 'n all... But… Ruth... I shoulda been able ta protect Ruth..."


"C'mere, Ed... 'S alrigh'... You didn't deserve it... Ta be treated like tha'... 'n it weren't yer fault... no more than it were Ruth's fault.”


“Shit.”


"Maybe it'd help if'n ya'd go see him tomorrow... Ta really know he cain't hurt ya no more..."


"I know damn well he cain't hurt me no more. He weren't able ta hurt me since I got up the gumption ta leave that house... 'Course it helped that I had Ruth ta take me in... fer a couple a years anyways... But tha' weren't no bed a roses fer neither of us either... especially not fer Ruth… Shit… I shoulda been able ta do more fer her then too… She always begged me not ta go after him… said it would only make things worse... but as soon as I coulda… I shoulda sent that asshole husband a hers packin’ ‘n took care a her m’self…"


"Ya did wha’ ya could, Ed… It was up ta her ta do the leavin’… ‘n ya always let her know you were there fer her when she needed ya… ‘n then you 'n Nora did take care a her when she came ta you fer help… ‘n ya took care of her after she went back ta that asshole husband a hers again ‘n he put her in the hospital… You were there fer her when nobody else was… so’s stop beatin’ yer self up over it… There ain’t no goin’ back ta change anythin’… ‘n there ain’t nothin’ else ya coulda done anyways… Now, c’mon… turn over... lemme rub yer back..."


"Nah... Tha's okay..."


"C'mon... it'll help ya relax..."


"Okay..."


"Ya know what else I'd like..."


"Thought ya might have an ulterior motive fer gettin' me on m' stomach..."


"Think tha'd be a posterior motive..."


"You ever get tired a makin' bad jokes...?"


"Nope. But that ain't what I meant anyways... What I'd like is ten minutes alone with yer pa..."


"Yer gonna beat up a ninety-some year old man, huh...?"


"No, dumbass... Jus' give him a piece a my mind..."


"Don't think ya got tha' much ta spare."


"Thanks a lot."


"Yer welcome. 'N I appreciate the offer, Hank... but it's kinda pointless... They punished their selves as much as anybody else coulda... whether they knew it or not... they lost out on knowin' Iris... 'n Ruth's kids... 'n Ruth's kids' kids... 'N you, Hank... They lost out on knowin' you..."


"Thanks, Ed... fer includin' me... 'N don't ferget... they lost out on knowin' you 'n Ruth too..."


"Guess they did... 'N Ruth 'n I did the only thing we coulda done... jus' cut 'em off 'n not let them 'n their god keep us from wreckin' our own lives 'n our kids' lives... ‘course we both had rough starts… but we both manged ta pull it ta gether... in the long run anyways...”


"Tell ya, Ed... I don't know how ya managed ta turn out like ya did..."


"Queer...? Jus' lucky, I guess..."


"Ya know damn well I didn't mean queer, dumbass... I meant... Tha' you were still able ta find it in yerself ta love me... 'n ta love Iris... like ya did... 'n like ya do... After how bad you were treated 'n all... Lotta folks who go through stuff like tha' jus' end up repeatin' wha's been done ta 'em... Or they jus' shut down... or they end up drinkin' too much or somethin'..."


"Didn't know it at the time... But I kinda think you were my lifeline, Hank... You ‘n Iris both…"


"Wait a minute... Lucky...? You said lucky... Did ya mean tha'...?"


"Ya know I feel lucky ta be with ya... I love ya, dumbass... 'Xactly how many times do I gotta tell ya…?"


"Yeah... I know ya love me... But lovin' me… 'n acceptin' tha' yer gay… are still real diff’rent from considerin' yer self lucky ta be gay... So's... didya mean it...?"


"Yeah. I guess I did... I sure as hell wouldn’ wanna be nothin’ or no one else…"


"Makes me real happy ta hear that, Ed..."


"But..."


"But wha'...?"


"But... I was wonderin'... d'ya think there's any chance a me maybe gettin' just a l'il luckier tonigh'...?"


"I'd say the chances a that are lookin’ purty damn good… Fer you ‘n me both… So’s… how 'bout I give ya some a tha' love, love, love, love crazy love…”


“Wouldn’ want it no other way… 'Cept maybe slow ta nigh'..."


"Ya want it slow 'n crazy, huh...? Guess I'll just hafta try 'n make that up as I go along..."


"Or...  more like... So's slow ya drive me crazy...”


"Now that I think I can manage..."


"Yeah... I think ya can too..."




10 days later... back at their ranch...




"Sure is good ta be home..."


"Sure is."


"Was real nice tha' ya got ta spend some time with Ruth..."


"Didn' want her ta hafta be there.... But I ain't real surprised tha' she showed up... Even though I told her not ta..."


"Yeah... You 'n Ruth both got a stubborn streak a mile wide... Hell... took her twenty-some years ta decide tha' maybe I weren't so's bad after all..."


"Think she still ain't entirely sure."


"Prob'bly not."


"But... I wanted ta thank ya, Hank... Don't think we coulda done it withou' ya..."


"Yeah, ya coulda."


"Well... we coulda... but I sure as hell wouldna wanted ta... 'n you sure provided a whole helluva lotta comic relief... like knockin' over tha' bucket a paint 'n then slippin' 'n fallin' in the mess..."


"Twice. I fell twice. Think Ruth mighta pushed me the second time."


"I swear she was across the room with me the whole time."


"Lucky I didn' break m' leg."


"More like lucky ya didn' break yer tail bone... Ya landed on tha' perfect ass a yers both times..."


"Make tha' 'not-quite-so's perfect' now... Think I still got a big ol' bruise..."


"But... Shit... The way things are... I wonder how long that house'll take ta sell...?"


"It don't matter, Ed... 'S purty much outta our hands now..."


"Yeah... But... d'ya think... Nevermind... 's jus' stupid..."


"Wha'...? Ya cain't start sayin' somethin' like tha' 'n not finish..."


"I know it's stupid... but... I dunno... d'ya think... D'ya think someone else... could be happy in that house...? Ya know... after so much craziness... Maybe we really shoulda jus' burnt it down...? Made it look like an accident 'n all..."


"That ain't stupid, Ed... Some folks think stuff like tha' can hang around 'n kinda haunt a place... or whatever ya wanna call it... But... with the way you 'n Ruth 'n me cleaned 'n painted 'n fixed tha' place up... Hell... I'd betcha anythin' we exorcised any demons... from this world or any other... right outta there... 'n all the craziness along with 'em..."


"We did do a real good job of it, didn't we...?"


"We sure did."


"Couldn' hardly recognize it as the same place..."


"'N I swear I heard that house breathe a sigh of contentment once we were done... So's... yeah... I think any folks movin' in got as good a chance at bein' happy there as they got at bein' happy anywheres else...."


"Sure hope so..."


"Hey, Ed... d'ya remember tha' 'Crazy Love' song...?"


"'S purty much seared inta m' brain... Least-wise that one line a it..."


"Turns out we got it on a cd..."


"Lemme guess... one that Iris sent us...?"


"Yep. A while back..."


"Remind me ta tell Iris that if'n she keeps sendin' us all them cds 'm gonna cut her outta my will..."


"'Fraid that ain't a real big a threat... 'Sides... tha' fella's done some real classic music... 'n some country music too... So's... Ya wanna hear the whole song...?"


"You implyin' that I actually got a choice...?"


"Guess ya don't at tha'... But I promise ta turn it off if'n ya hate it... Here..."


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8K3uXBGEw9A


"Tha's it, huh...? The same song you were singin' ta me...?"


"Yep."


"Ya'd never know."


"So's... Ya want me ta turn it off...?"


"Nah... 'S kinda nice..."


"Hey, Ed...?"


"Yeah...?"


"I know these last couple a weeks... they ain't been easy fer ya..."


"Gotta admit... 'm plumb wore out... doin' all tha' work as fast as we could... But I'd guess it weren't no walk in the park fer you neither, old man..."


"Yeah... 'm wore out too... But I think ya know the work ain't 'xactly what I meant... Are you... okay...?


"Yeah. I think so. 'N if'n I ain't... I will be..."


"Yeah...?"


"Yeah. So's... Ya wanna set tha' song ta repeat, old man...? Maybe exorcise some a them leftover demons right outta me... If'n ya ain't too wore out that is..."


"I ain't too wore out... How 'bout you...? Ya think yer up ta it, old man...?"


"Why dontcha get tha' not-quite-so's-perfect ass a yers back over here 'n we'll find out..."


"Wait a minute... Yer head ain't gonna spin around... Is it...?"


"Sure as hell hope it is."




---




Crazy Love...


I can hear him callin' from a thousand miles
and the heavens open ev'ry time he smiles and when I come to him
after a day so long I'll be runnin' to him like a river so strong


He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feelin' low down
And when I come to him after the sun goes down he take away my sorrow
take away my grief he take away my heartache in the night like a thief

He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He give me love...

And I need him in the daytime And I need him in the night
I want to throw my arms around him
Kiss him hug him kiss him
hug him tight

And when I return from so far away
He give me some sweet lovin' ta brighten up my day
And he makes me righteous he makes me whole he make me mellow
down, down to my soul

He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He give me love, love, love, love,
crazy love

He give me love...



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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-09 04:38 pm (UTC)

'Crazy Love' cover

Hank couldn't find the Van Morrison version of 'Crazy Love' that they were listening to on YouTube, so he linked to a cover version he liked.
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-09 06:09 pm (UTC)
There's nothing like a parent dying to make you think of your own mortality ;) I'm glad that Hank could share this with Ed, and it was great to hear from them again so soon,
Love Kate
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 03:36 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Hank was glad he could be there for Ed too... Even if he wasn't always sure sure what to do or say to make things easier for Ed.
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[User Picture]From: torry28
2008-07-09 06:33 pm (UTC)
I'm happy Ed could share the bad of his sad childhood with Hank, and for Hank to be there to support him. I my self would not have had the courage, but then you never know what you can do until you are faced with it.
I believe a house can absorb the feelings of the occupants of misery and hate but it can also be cleansed with love and I believe if the new owners bring love into it it will shine and breath with relieve. Hank is a very smart man and Ed and his Sister a fine example you don't have to be like your parent you are your own individual and you can become what you want to be the choice is ultimately yours, many are not as fortunate as Ed and turn to other means of escape from the horrors of childhood.
Thank you for another revealing chapter of the failings and successes of the human heart.
I hope there is a young couple full of love to buy the house of Eds parents and lay the ghost to rest.
Give my love to Ed and Hank and keep some for you.
Hugs
Torry
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 05:31 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Torry. And, yeah, Hank doubts he would have had the wherewithal to go back to that house if he were Ed, much less make it through all Ed did when he was younger and come out the other side.

And Ed and Hank and I all hope that whoever buys that house does bring so much love into it that it will easily chase any remnants of all the craziness away.

Hugs backatcha
'blue
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[User Picture]From: not_hathor
2008-07-09 06:45 pm (UTC)
*Big Hug for Ed*
*Big Hug for Hank*
*Big Hug for Ruth*

*Big hug for 'Blue*

My father-in-law isn't dead, and he's not nearly as 'religiously conservative' as Ed's folks, but, Oh Lord! did we throw out a LOT of Jehovah's Witnesses literature after he gave us the house(not to mention what's still in the attic -- we'll get to that this fall, maybe)!

So sorry my 'Uncles' had to go through that...

More(careful)hugs for everyone!

Mary & Bel
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 05:43 pm (UTC)
Thanks and all hugs have been passed on and (gently!!) returned in kind! (Except for Ruth's... she doesn't know Hank has been writing this. :D )

Good luck clearing out your over-stuffed attic.

Hope you're getting better every day!

'blue
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[User Picture]From: tatia85
2008-07-09 08:11 pm (UTC)
Wow...poor Ed :( His parents were indeed crazy O.o And how amazing he is such a lovable person... I bet Hank wanted to hug and cuddle him! ghghgh
Good to know Ed's father is still alive, more than 90 years old. This make other 30 years of writing for Hank yai! :D XD
PS: there is any video about Hank falling into the paint? I would pay for it!
PPS: ED&Hank are the best. Ever.
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 06:43 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Hank really can't figure out how Ed made it through all that.

Unfortunately, Hank's relatives aren't quite as long-lived as Ed's. But he'll do his best to make it as long as possible, :D (especially since he has Ed as an incentive).

PS: Sorry, there's no video of Hank falling into the paint... but if Hank did have it he'd never charge you for it.

PPS: Thanks!
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[User Picture]From: trekfan
2008-07-09 11:25 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry that Ed was brought up in an abusive home, That he had to go back there and clean it out, but at least he had Hank with him.

And then there is that love thing they got goin on that will get them through anything

wonderful!
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 07:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks and, yeah, Hank wasn't real sure what to do or say to help the situation, but he hopes him just being there and being his usual annoying self made things easier for Ed.

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[User Picture]From: trekfan
2008-07-10 09:19 pm (UTC)
oh no words can say what Hank did for Ed. It's nice to have someone to comfort you during your hour of need. It made me feel warm inside
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[User Picture]From: lalaynia
2008-07-10 01:23 am (UTC)
Thanks, 'Blue. This was just what I needed tonight- a little perspective, a little humor, and a lot of love.

The doctor found more. :/

I'll write ya later.
-J/D/L
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 03:29 pm (UTC)
Our thoughts are with you Laly, wish we were too.

::::BigHugs::::
'Blue
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[User Picture]From: joetheone
2008-07-10 04:07 am (UTC)

Stupid Joe here

OK where have I been who knows. I just realized I missed the last three post and well I got all caught up. 1) I love the quilt and all then the photos of the parade were great. 2) I really feel badly that they had to re visit all those bad memories but somehow doing so is probably a cleansing process as well for both. I sure hope so anyway and I always sage a place when someone moves out of one of my apartments I feel it renews the good charma and makes things right again. Luckily I'm a sucker for a landlord and don't get many vacancies but when I do I clean it up sage it and move on. Ok I'm crazy and live about 45 minutes from Lily Dale New York the spiritualist capitol and so life goes on. Joe
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 07:27 pm (UTC)

Re: Stupid Joe here

Hey Joe, Glad you liked the previous posts too. (And Hank posts real erratic-like so it'd be pretty easy to miss something...) And, yeah, Hank does think it ended up being a cleansing process for both of them. Maybe that's why Ed felt like he had to do it and not hire it out to be done.

Hank wishes he had thought of burning the sage in the house. He has heard of people doing that, but he didn't think of it at the time, even though they're always surrounded by PLENTY of sagebrush.

Hank was disappointed because they also missed going to the Salt Lake Gay Pride Parade because of this, but (unknown to Ed right now) there's another gay pride parade even closer to them at the end of September.

P.S. Hank looked it up and has now added Lily Dale to the places he would love to visit some day...
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[User Picture]From: joetheone
2008-07-10 09:36 pm (UTC)

Re: Stupid Joe here

Well if you ever come to Lilly Dale let me know we can have a fire in the fire pit and sing crazy stupid songs. I love Lily Dale and yeah it is a neat place along with Chatauqua Institution. Unfortunatly they are both only open 6 weeks in the summer but well worth the trip. So I don't make you uncomfortable you can camp for free in my back yard. Pat just said watch out for the deer and the wild racoons in our yard. They don't bother me but the Turkey sure can be pesky. Joe
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-11 12:22 am (UTC)

Re: Stupid Joe here

The fire and fire pit and singing crazy stupid songs sound great! Hank promises not to sing too loud. And we'd love to camp in your back yard, (but you would never make us uncomfortable). Maybe we'll show up on your doorstep next summer... (Don't worry, Hank would have to warn/get in touch with you ahead of time, because he doesn't know where you live.)
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[User Picture]From: joetheone
2008-07-11 03:12 am (UTC)

Re: Stupid Joe here

Sounds like fun.

Erie, PA on the Great Lakes.

1 hour from Cleveland 2 hours from Pittsburgh, 4 hours to Toronto about 2.5 hours to Niagra Falls so lots to do close by.

Joe
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[User Picture]From: eandj
2008-07-10 05:39 am (UTC)
They're so lucky to have found each other
I want to hug them both
and I want to hug you
thanks for writing
Paula
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-10 07:34 pm (UTC)
I know Hank sure feels lucky to have found Ed... Consider everyone hugged! And hugs back to you too!
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[User Picture]From: argentine65
2008-07-10 06:40 pm (UTC)

Ed and Hank

Really Hank has been a column supporting Ed in this situation and true love can be seen in this "I jus’ hope I drop dead a somethin’ nice ‘n neat-like… ya know… no fuss, no muss… just enough time left ta know I’m dyin’ ‘n kiss ya good-bye… ‘n then… bam… I’m dead.”
"'N I'll jus' drop dead of a big ol' broken heart a second or two later...". Difficult moment for them but I give them and you love, love, love, love,crazy love. Thank you so much.
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2008-07-11 12:02 am (UTC)

Re: Ed and Hank

And Hank forgot to say vice versa for that too to Ed... But he thinks Ed knows.

Thanks for the love,love,love,love,crazy love. And the same back to you too.
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