The night had gone better than I had expected it to go.
?Ye have to celebrate the small things!? She had said to me, reminding me of my Mother and her battle with cancer.
Every small success, every small victory, no matter the advance she would look at me and smile.
?Treasure the little things, Lucas James.?
I was twelve when she was diagnosed, leaving me to deal with my father, Lucas James Boudreux, Senior. I had a sister, well half sister that was never seen, seemed Dad was unhappy and well, you get the point.
I wondered about finding her, seeing what she was like, but then I thought what?s the point? She?ll show up when the old man dies, wanting part of his fortune, and I?ll meet her then.
The snow was blowing against the glass and had gathered at the edges while my breath fogged the glass. I looked out over my new office?s view and it wasn?t much to look at, but there was something more to it, and it was the fact that I, a known wanderer back home, put down roots in a place I was no where near close to understanding. In our brief visit, I learned that everything from demons, vampires, angels, furries...yikes... to God knows what all live around this area that I decided to open up a shop in.
I rested my arm against the glass, leaning there, as I hadn?t gotten furniture in the office yet, and stared into the night. Then my thoughts were pulled from that spitfire woman I had dinner with, to what name I?d put on my door.
L.J.B. P.I. Acronym attack!
Lucas James Boudreux Junior, Private Investigator. Too stuffy.
Luke Boudreux, P.I. I should be in a trailer instead of a nice office.
Finally I settled on Boudreux Investigations. Professional, not stuffed shirt, and approachable.
Apparently there had been an Investigator in the Plaza before but he wanted to move closer to trouble, something I decided long ago to avoid and now that there were things that bump in the night, even more that mindset remained. I mean if there were things of nightmares walking around out there on nights like this, trying to slap cuffs on a Werewolf that was freezing his ass off, could cost me everything.
I recalled a meeting I had with a woman named Em...Emlyn? Damn I usually never forget a name, but I knew I?d have to track her down again, as she was a practicing mage of some sort, for ways on dealing with things that I may have to bring down for justice.
I poured another lowball glass of Gentleman Jack and took a long swallow as I made a list on the next day?s must dos. Furniture, Clothes, Office supplies, and send that woman some flowers.
?Ye have to celebrate the small things!? She had said to me, reminding me of my Mother and her battle with cancer.
Every small success, every small victory, no matter the advance she would look at me and smile.
?Treasure the little things, Lucas James.?
I was twelve when she was diagnosed, leaving me to deal with my father, Lucas James Boudreux, Senior. I had a sister, well half sister that was never seen, seemed Dad was unhappy and well, you get the point.
I wondered about finding her, seeing what she was like, but then I thought what?s the point? She?ll show up when the old man dies, wanting part of his fortune, and I?ll meet her then.
The snow was blowing against the glass and had gathered at the edges while my breath fogged the glass. I looked out over my new office?s view and it wasn?t much to look at, but there was something more to it, and it was the fact that I, a known wanderer back home, put down roots in a place I was no where near close to understanding. In our brief visit, I learned that everything from demons, vampires, angels, furries...yikes... to God knows what all live around this area that I decided to open up a shop in.
I rested my arm against the glass, leaning there, as I hadn?t gotten furniture in the office yet, and stared into the night. Then my thoughts were pulled from that spitfire woman I had dinner with, to what name I?d put on my door.
L.J.B. P.I. Acronym attack!
Lucas James Boudreux Junior, Private Investigator. Too stuffy.
Luke Boudreux, P.I. I should be in a trailer instead of a nice office.
Finally I settled on Boudreux Investigations. Professional, not stuffed shirt, and approachable.
Apparently there had been an Investigator in the Plaza before but he wanted to move closer to trouble, something I decided long ago to avoid and now that there were things that bump in the night, even more that mindset remained. I mean if there were things of nightmares walking around out there on nights like this, trying to slap cuffs on a Werewolf that was freezing his ass off, could cost me everything.
I recalled a meeting I had with a woman named Em...Emlyn? Damn I usually never forget a name, but I knew I?d have to track her down again, as she was a practicing mage of some sort, for ways on dealing with things that I may have to bring down for justice.
I poured another lowball glass of Gentleman Jack and took a long swallow as I made a list on the next day?s must dos. Furniture, Clothes, Office supplies, and send that woman some flowers.