Chapter 11

I woke up early, dressed, and double-checked the suite for anything I missed. Paula knocked on the door, and we carried our luggage to the SUV and loaded them in the back. Paula rushed back into the hotel and returned with a cup of coffee. We took off for the airport just like in the vision last night. I decided it was a vision because it was a warning. When we entered the freeway, I grabbed the steering wheel and moved it left. Paula said what are you doing and a semi passed us at a high rate of speed. Paula said shit, that asshole would have killed us then thanked me for seeing it.

Paula said that woke her up, and we saw an accident ten miles ahead. The semi that passed us hit two parked on the side of the freeway. Debris was everywhere, and the police blocked all the lanes except the left. We slowly passed the accident, and Paula said she would be surprised if anyone survived, and I agreed. I silently thanked my vision for saving us.

We made our fight with fifteen minutes to spare, and after we took off, Paula hugged me, thanking me again for saving us. Then she told me I checked on George Robertson. His jaw was broken so badly they had to put in a rod and screws. Then he’ll need plastic surgery and dental work. His hand was broken in six places, so they put in rods and screws to stabilize fractures. Then, the hospital took his blood when he arrived because he smelled of alcohol. It registered 2.1, so George was over twice the limit drunk and was in trouble with the Police.

Then Paula pulled out a newspaper, laughing, and showed me the headling. It said, “Paula Davis Returns Home and TKOs Senator Robertson into Retirement.” She said someone from the reception leaked the story to the press. Now they think I’m going to run for his vacant seat. I said it would be a great campaign poster. You are wearing boxing gear, and your hands are raised in victory over a knocked-out man that would certainly get the women’s vote. Now, if you’re wearing a tight top and shorts, you’ll definitely win, and we laughed.

Paula called Tad on the way home, and he asked if she had brought home her trophy. We all laughed, and Tad said your phone would be ringing off the hook. Paula said I didn’t hit him. George hit Chase twice, and Chase knocked him out with one punch. Tad said good luck trying to sell that story. No one will believe it, and you don’t want to bring Chase into the spotlight. Then the press will be after both of you and Paula agreed, thankfully. I told Tad I would be at the office in an hour, and we hung up.

Paula dropped me off at home, and I hugged and kissed Grandmother and Mom, then rushed upstairs and changed. Returning to the kitchen, Grandmother was laughing, and Mom was missing. Grandmother said your Mother hates you hugging her. I told her I knew but didn’t want her to feel left out, and we laughed. I told Grandmother I had to go to work but would fill them in at dinner and left.

When I arrived, I knocked on Tad’s door, and he welcomed me back. He said my stock picks did great, but his broke even. I looked and told Tad he was picking high-end stocks. They aren’t going to raise much and have a lot of room to fall. Pick midrange as I did, and we picked four stocks together. Then we picked four low-end stocks, and Tad said let’s pick four high-end stocks to complete the order, so we did. he said it looks better to have some losses or no gains for the government overwatch.

Then Tad told me about his old security chief, Rod Sims. Rod thought killing me was a good idea, so he waited in bushes on the hillside behind my home. When I got home, he took his shot and missed. Rod got up to take a closer shot and fell, knocking himself out and breaking his arm. The police arrived, arrested him, and then checked his phone. My wife knew what he was doing and texted Ron when I was due home, so they arrested her, too. Now I can divorce the bitch, and she’ll get almost nothing, and we laughed.

I did some server work for an hour, and then Tad told me to go home. When I got home, an ambulance left our house, so I pulled in and parked. Grandmother and Mom were drinking tea at the kitchen table when I entered. I asked what happened, and Grandmother said your Grandfather was having trouble breathing and hadn’t eaten in two days. He refused to go to the hospital, so I called an ambulance.

They asked why I was home so early, and I told them Tad didn’t have much work to do, and he knew I had just got home from Arizona. Mom wanted to know about my defensive driving course, so I told them everything I had learned. Then I told them about the Professional driver’s course, which was booked for three years. I signed up, but they have a wait list if there are any cancelations, so I signed up for that, too.

Grandmother wanted to know about the receptions. I told them the first was business and politics. I stood by Mrs. Davis, listened, and observed. Her late husband was a US Senator, so these people were tied to that world. Mrs. Davis asked me to keep the leaches and creeps away so she could talk undisturbed. She asked me to keep the current Senator away from her.

The Senator sat at the bar drinking, and towards the end, he approached Mrs. Davis. I stopped him and said Mrs. Davis doesn’t see small dicked men. But if you get on your knees and kiss her ass, she might agree. Grandmother and Mom laughed hard, so I waited until they settled down. When they did, I continued, and the Senator got pissed and punched me twice. I responded, punched him in the jaw, and he hit the ground with a thud. Long story short, I shattered his jaw, and he broke his hand in six places, hitting me. Grandmother and Mom were laughing again and asked if there was any trouble. I told them no, and there were over twenty witnesses and video.

But the best part was when we flying home, Mrs. Davis showed me the headline of Phoenix newspaper. Someone at the reception leaked the story to the press, and it said, “Paula Davis Returns Home and TKOs Senator Robertson into Retirement.” Grandmother and Mom were laughing again. Mrs. Davis said they want her to run for the open Senate seat. The national media picked up the story, and Mr. Evans told us about it on the drive home. I’m not mentioned, and everyone thinks Mrs. Davis knocked out Senator Robertson, and we laughed.

Then I told them about Mrs. Davis arranging for an attorney to be on the call to Professor Jenkins on Monday. His name is Thomas Allen, and he has experience dealing with government, corporations, and contract law. She said after the phone call my problem would go away. Grandmother and Mom were happy to hear that.

Then I asked what we were going to do about Grandfather. Grandmother said he’s given up and is waiting to die. Did you know he’s twenty years older than me? I said no, how old are you, Grandmother, and she said it was none of your business, laughing. Anyway, we are going to notify the Temple about Grandfather’s condition. Tan, you are not going to the Temple if you are wondering. Your Grandfather was a fool contacting them after what happened in Virginia. The Chinese have spies everywhere, so the more Americanized we become, the safer we are here.

Grandmother and mom got up to cook dinner, and I noticed they looked younger than before I left driving school. A voice in my head said yes, but other changes were hidden with clothing. I asked Grandmother about Grandfather’s contacts, and she laughed and said they are my family. Everything will remain the same, and we will be fine financially, too.

We never discussed it, but my father sold his business two years before the US pulled out of Vietnam and put the money in a trust here. Americans and the American Government were throwing money around and buying everything they could. My father sold his business for six times its worth and took payment here in the US. We hadn’t had to touch it until we bought this house.