Displaced, a Tragic Fable With a Happy Ending
Copyright © 2021, 2022 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 22
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 22 - Revised 12/22, Original was 2/21. An entitled school bully strikes a near-mortal blow, tearing apart a poor Texas family. Archie leaves home to, he thinks, save his family, surviving in the ruins of a formerly prosperous coast. He must find his way back, from pain and fear to a new life with family, friends, and sweet sexy romance.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Romantic Heterosexual Crime Humor Rags To Riches School Tear Jerker First Caution Politics Revenge Slow Violence
At eight o’clock, Archie presented himself at the café. Kitted out with gloves, hair net, his time card, and new boots, Archie’s first task was reverting the chairs to fit around all thirty-five tables. As he worked, he noticed little tricks. The kitchen cooks always tasted their work, kept their hands clean, and moved like machines, never blocking or obstructing one another. Conversation was easy, moving from English to Spanish and back again.
He came to understand Sherry’s real name was Cherie, and her parents had come from Haiti. Lunch had been a delicious stew, with fresh ice cream to follow.
At two, the last patrons were ushered out. The table tops and seat cushions were scrubbed, the chairs were inverted, the floors were cleaned and the lights extinguished. Archie clocked out and strode to R-Jay’s shop.
Alice greeted him. “So you’re the miracle man. R-Jay says you exorcised the ceiling screeching.” R-Jay appeared with his other new pair in a box. “D., here’s your second pair.”
Archie fished four $20 bills out and gestured towards R-Jay. “Archie Dawes, at your service.” Alice swooped in and pocketed the money. “A girl has needs, R-Jay.” Archie shifted his stance, nervously. “Babe, that’s business money, it has to be booked as store revenue. Alice pouted and returned the money to R-Jay.
“I am going to cook for you two.” Archie’s stomach rumbled; it had been many hours since lunch. “Let’s take our car.” Archie called home, “Mom, I won’t be home for dinner tonight, see you later.” At the driveway, they unbelted and walked inside a well-kept bungalow. Alice went straight into the kitchen. The men sat at the table and swapped stories.
Alice’s cooking was exceptional. Archie leaned back and suppressed a belch. “Ready for dessert?” Both men groaned. “No? I was going to make Irony Pie, but R-Jay hates the stuff.”
“Irony Pie?” asked Archie. “Yeah, most people call it ‘cobbler.’ Go figure.” Archie snorted and then groaned again. “Maybe some leftovers to take home to Mom?” “Go on, scram. R-Jay, take him back to his truck.” Back on Railroad Avenue, Archie took his new shoes and plastic container and spoke. “You’re a lucky SOB. Please thank Alice again for me. And I’ll see you soon.”
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