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pooma-bible · 2 years

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Apostle John Makaya

Greetings in the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ you are welcome for Today's ministry prepare you heart and mind as the word of God pierce through

SUBJECT: How to attract God's power 1

TEXT: Act 12:1_12

Let us pray

Just thank God for life

Appreciate him for his Goodness and mercy

Thank him for provision and all that he has done

Just ask him for mercy and ask that nothing will stop you from benefiting from the word of God

Heavenly Father we thank you for Today, We ask that you move as your word is been heard may your word pierce through our heart and give us directions and eternal Peace in Jesus name We set the atmosphere ready for the Ministration of your word be fully in charge. I am just a vessel, formed the word that speak oh lord for I'm the voice and you are the word.

Acts.12.1 - Now about that time Herod the king stretched out his hand to harass some from the church.

Acts.12.2 - Then he killed James the brother of John with the sword.

Acts.12.3 - And because he saw that it pleased the Jews, he proceeded further to seize Peter also. Now it was during the Days of Unleavened Bread.

Acts.12.4 - So when he had arrested him, he put him in prison, and delivered him to four squads of soldiers to keep him, intending to bring him before the people after Passover.

Acts.12.5 - Peter was therefore kept in prison, but constant prayer was offered to God for him by the church.

Acts.12.6 - And when Herod was about to bring him out, that night Peter was sleeping, bound with two chains between two soldiers; and the guards before the door were keeping the prison.

Acts.12.7 - Now behold, an angel of the Lord stood by him, and a light shone in the prison; and he struck Peter on the side and raised him up, saying, "Arise quickly!" And his chains fell off his hands.

Acts.12.8 - Then the angel said to him, "Gird yourself and tie on your sandals"; and so he did. And he said to him, "Put on your garment and follow me."

Acts.12.9 - So he went out and followed him, and did not know that what was done by the angel was real, but thought he was seeing a vision.

Acts.12.10 - When they were past the first and the second guard posts, they came to the iron gate that leads to the city, which opened to them of its own accord; and they went out and went down one street, and immediately the angel departed from him.

Acts.12.11 - And when Peter had come to himself, he said, "Now I know for certain that the Lord has sent His angel, and has delivered me from the hand of Herod and from all the expectation of the Jewish people."

Acts.12.12 - So, when he had considered this, he came to the house of Mary, the mother of John whose surname was Mark, where many were gathered together praying.

What is prayer: prayer is a communication between God and man. In our scripture we see how prayer attracted the power of God, let take a look at the text in detail

Acts.12.1 - Now about that time Herod the king stretched out his hand to harass some from the church.

Acts.12.2 - Then he killed James the brother of John with the sword.

Herod kill James just beacuse he was connected to Jesus,Hallelujah, ,many of us have been killed in certain areas of life beacuse of our connections to Jesus.

Acts.12.3 - And because he saw that it pleased the Jews, he proceeded further to seize Peter also. Now it was during the Days of Unleavened Bread.

Can I tell you something, there are people who are please with the way your life is going and these people are not of God but the devil, the Jews were not of God that was why they were pleased with the killing of God's servant

Acts.12.4 - So when he had arrested him, he put him in prison, and delivered him to four squads of soldiers to keep him, intending to bring him before the people after Passover.

The Bible said Peter was delivered in the hands of four squads soldiers, that means Four set of soldiers and each set contains four soldiers, hallelujah that is how most of us have been delivered in the hands of the wicked one well guarded that nothing should move with no escape.

Acts.12.5 - Peter was therefore kept in prison, but constant prayer was offered to God for him by the church.

Peter was in the prison why constant/earnest/persistence/prayer without ceasing was made on his behalf. The solution to your problem is hidden in this verse is it that you are not praying or what the thing is you are not praying constantly, earnestly, persistently there is no consistency in your prayer you can pray today and not pray tomorrow you only pray when problem arise, it outh not to be so the Bible says prayer always, anytime,anywhere, that is why that siatuation is not producing any positive result, some will say even peter its was the church that prayed for him who are you? if not the church, let see what happens as the church continues praying.

Acts.12.6 - And when Herod was about to bring him out, that night Peter was sleeping, bound with two chains between two soldiers; and the guards before the door were keeping the prison.

This is what prayer those it's brings Peace in time of trouble and trials, just imagine Peter was not even troubled, he was busy sleeping, he didn't cry his mother or started asking questions beacuse prayer was made he was busy sleeping peacefully. No matter what the problem or situation is pray about it prayer attract God's power, stop talking about it, stop crying over it, stop asking questions and pray and see how you will peacefully sleep.

Halleluyah Another wonders of prayer an angel appeared prayer attracts God's power, the Bible says you shall receive power after that the holy ghost has come upon you and guess what the holy ghost, moves with angel, beacuse of prayer an angel appeared to set peter free somebody if only you can pray I see God setting you free in Jesus name chains are breaking off your feet and hands in Jesus Name.

Acts.12.8 - Then the angel said to him, "Gird yourself and tie on your sandals"; and so he did. And he said to him, "Put on your garment and follow me."

The angel gave ordered to Peter, the Bible say John.16.13 - However, when He, the Spirit of truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come. All the angel did was a command from God, I pray that God will give angel order concerning your situation in Jesus name.

Peter was week in the prison, The angel was strengthening peter that why he was commanded to put on his sandal and put on his garments.

Acts.12.9 - So he went out and followed him, and did not know that what was done by the angel was real, but thought he was seeing a vision.

There are some amazing things that prayer does, you won't believe it real just as in Peter's own case.

Based on this scripture peter was been held by three gates, some of us that is how we have been held we have been placed not just in prison but in the inner prison but I'm here to speak to someone that you are getting out in Jesus name. Some of us have gone through all the other gate and we are left with the iron gate that leads to our breakthrough, Hallelujah but uo command every iron gate to open on ot own accord in Jesus name.

Some body you will be conscious about the goodness of God in Jesus name

Acts.12.12 - So, when he had considered this, he came to the house of Mary, the mother of John whose surname was Mark, where many were gathered together praying.

Wow just imagine this the church was together praying for peter they were not complaining, or arguing or crying for peter but they were busy prayer they didn't stop until what they prayed for has come to past, some body don't stop until you are a victor.

We want to look 2 things if we are going to Attract God's power through prayer.

1.CONSISTENCY IN PRAYER (v5,)

Acts.12.5 - Peter was therefore kept in prison, but constant prayer was offered to God for him by the church.

To attract God's power you need consistency t only constant prayer that attracted God's power that was why he sent his Angel to Rescue Peter

2. CONGREGATIONAL PRAYER (v 12; v5)

Acts.12.12 - So, when he had considered this, he came to the house of Mary, the mother of John whose surname was Mark, where many were gathered together praying

Acts.12.5 - Peter was therefore kept in prison, but constant prayer was offered to God for him by the church.

Be involved in congregational prayer God believes in unity and ofcourse the Bible says that there is power in unity

CONCLUSION: A powerless Christian is a baby Christian, while a powerful Christian is a mature Christian and they have access to the kingdom secret. Which category are you?. Remember prayer is one of the way to attract God's power

PRAYER POINT

1. Lord Jesus help me to be prayerful in all that I do in Jesus name.

2. Heavenly Father in the name of Jesus let prayer power fall upon me, let prayer power possesse me right now in Jesus name.

3. My father my warrior, set me free from any satanic prison where I have been held in the name of Jesus.

4. Any iron gate stoping me from possessing my possessions, I command you to open right now in Jesus name.

5. Lord Jesus give me a prayer burden, in Jesus name.

Thanks for hearing may you put them into practice in Jesus name.

Please be an evangelist today to share to others.

Remain blessed

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carotranquilo · 4 years

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peachfuzzbutt · 2 years

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Woah Dilly, Chapter 1_12! Where in they are finally introduced, I guess. It goes well.

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earthstory · 4 years

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Kinneyia This is a particularly neat and common variety of trace fossil, thought to be a common remnant texture of the time before multicellular life arose. Biofilms or microbial mats are one of the main ways that single celled life forms grow on Earth. They can be found in all sorts of environments today, such as tidal flats, the ocean floor near hydrothermal vents, and near hot springs. They grow layer by layer, with single cells anchored together by polymers produced by the bacteria, archaea, algae, and fungi that make them up. They are some of the oldest fossils on Earth, with evidence of their presence going back at least 3 billion years and possibly longer in disputed samples.

This texture of a folded up surface is a trace fossil of a microbial mat. This particular one comes from some of the ancient rocks found in the southern portions of Africa (either Namibia or South Africa), where there are sedimentary layers going back to the Archaean, the time before oxygen arose in Earth’s atmosphere. This surface was produced and held together by the microbial mat, and once it was buried the texture was preserved in the rock for several billion years. A recent paper suggested that this texture forms much like kelvin-helmholtz waves form in the atmosphere – a current moving over the mat becomes turbulent as it finds small undulations in the surface of the mat. This turbulence makes the mat’s surface grow into this wavy texture over time, building up in some spots and sitting down low in others. -JBB Image credit: https://flic.kr/p/bVMKwy References: https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fmats.2016.00030/full https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-3-540-47226-1_12

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therealuniverse · 4 years

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Zap This image was taken a few weeks ago at Concordia Research Station, built high on the Antarctic plateau at a site called Dome C. Since it was taken, the sun has finally come up at this site, and it will remain up for the next half year or so.

The bright light being fired into the sky is the LIDAR experiment at this site. They are shooting the laser into the sky to study how it interacts with the lowermost layer of the atmosphere, known as the atmospheric boundary layer. As they send out pulses of light, some of the light reflects off layers in the atmosphere, some of it scatters to the side off of turbulence or particles in the atmosphere, and during the five minute laser pulses these properties can be measured. Dome C is flat, at high elevation, and about as isolated from air currents in the atmosphere as any place on Earth. Thus if air pollution arrives at this site, it is showing its abundance in the rest of the world. If this site heats up, the atmospheric boundary layer thickness will change in a measurable way, and this has been gradually seen over the last 15 years since this experiment began. Finally, this site is also subject to the ozone layer hole generated by human release of chlorofluorocarbons into the atmosphere over the last century. Thus, these laser pulses monitor the formation of that hole and hopefully, its healing at this site over time. -JBB Image credit: European Space Agency https://www.esa.int/ESA_Multimedia/Images/2020/08/Return_of_the_LIDAR Reference: https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-3-642-12968-1_12

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 4 years

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A Merry Markle Christmas Update...

I don’t even know where to begin with these two. They took a break from work, but they sure didn’t take a break from drama. So. Much. Drama.

I haven’t logged in since Thanksgiving, so this update is going to be looooong. Hopefully it will be helpful to other people who tuned out during the holidays. If you’ve been following them over the past two months, you can skip this post. BTW, I’ll only cover the Harkles in this post. I don’t have space for Andrew’s epic mess or the Cambridge #Shruggate. I’ll cover them in other posts or anons.

I’ll start with something small and insignificant than nonetheless struck me as weird. They celebrated the anniversary of their engagement ANNOUNCEMENT.

https://www.instagram.com/p/B5X7Wmtl8lX/?utm_source=ig_embed

It’s a nonsensical celebration because they actual engagement took place weeks before, so it has no personal significance, and they are so far down the line the succession that this has no official significance. The only purpose of this was branding, which I found interesting because it is ROYAL branding and at this point Meghan was supposedly courting Hollywood and lining up deals.

https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2019/11/blind-item-8_5.html

https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2019/11/blind-items-revealed-5_16.html

https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2019/11/blind-item-10_21.html

https://pagesix.com/2019/10/20/meghan-markle-prince-harry-to-spend-archies-first-thanksgiving-in-la/

The sudden pivot back to royal-ness was shortly explained, as Meghan’s high profile Hollywood Mommy Mafia “friend” was asked to ixnay the merching.

https://pagesix.com/2019/12/10/meghan-markles-designer-friend-jennifer-meyer-ordered-to-stop-using-her-photos-to-sell-jewelry/

Meyer had talked to People and posted pics on her IG that was supposedly in violation of her NDA with Megs.

https://people.com/royals/meghan-markle-necklace-baby-archie-debut/

Page Six’s “palace source” was very careful to emphasize that the merch was “paid” for.

https://pagesix.com/2019/12/10/jennifer-meyer-must-be-mortified-from-buckingham-rebuke-royal-insider-says/

I found this bizarre since ALL of Meghan’s “friends” talk to the press, with Misha Nonoo and Serena as the most obvious examples. I figured that must be an interesting NDA.

The drama also surprised me. You can ask someone to take pics down without shaming them all over the tabloids. I hate merching as much as the next person, but this seemed over-the-top.

Enty also found it strange.

https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2019/12/blind-item-1_12.html

But Blind Gossip had an interesting explanation. The “family,” it seems, was actually shutting down the “side deal.” That makes more sense to me. Serena and Misha are publicity trades and not money changes hands, but Jen Meyer was a cash deal and it had to be shut down. Imo, this was the most significant event of the holiday season, as far as the Harkles are concerned.

https://blindgossip.com/side-deal-silence/#more-99714

More money was spent on the house they may or may not use.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7735171/Prince-Harry-Meghan-Markle-install-fence-Frogmore-Cottage-home.html

Leaks on how the family “supports” their holiday plans.

https://www.etonline.com/royal-family-members-are-in-support-of-prince-harry-and-meghan-markles-holiday-with-her-mother

According to Omid, they spent Thanksgiving with “close family” on a “long time trip to the US.” This made me laugh because their “close family” is basically one person at this point.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-7750251/Meghan-Harry-spent-Thanksgiving-close-family-according-royal-reporters.html

The DM, however, noted that their Thanksgiving post (no Doria pic, which surprised me) had a maple leaf.

https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Z7CPglUhd/

Several anons guessed that they would visit a homeless shelter or a soup kitchen in LA. Sorry, guys. Environmentally-sensitive Meghan decided to recycle previous visits to Hubb kitchen, Endeavor fund, Mayhew, etc….

https://www.instagram.com/p/B5sEw55lMDT/

https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/10497948/meghan-markle-prince-harry-laugh-adele-grenfell-community-kitchen/

But the Hollywood dream did not seem to be dead. The DM and Telegraph had articles on how good old Keleigh Thomas was helping them line up donors in the US.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7772855/Meghan-Markle-hires-former-Hollywood-publicist-fort-Prince-Harrys-charity-foundation.html

https://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/1216001/meghan-markle-prince-harry-sussex-royal-foundation-launch-usa-duchess-of-sussex-royals

But the US expansion was denied to Harper’s Bazaar.

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a30195820/meghan-markle-is-not-working-while-on-royal-break/

https://www.instagram.com/p/B53LHh3l6kI/

And the “friend” merching certainly wasn’t dead. Nacho Figueras announced his new hilariously-named WINDSOR perfume, named after a “brotherhood of kindred spirits.” A portion of sales will go to Sentebale. I died when I saw this. DIED. Congrats to the anon who guessed that Harry would end up selling branded scents. You really nailed this one.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-7776851/Prince-Harrys-close-friend-Nacho-Figueras-launches-perfume-called-Windsor.html

This was wild. Can you image Will’s reaction if Roger Federer came out with a “Kensignton” cologne brand? Will would probably beat him to death with his own racket.

Not all friends get the special charity marching treatment, though. The Henry Van Straubenzee Memorial fund announced it expects to receive a lot less money now that Will and Harry aren’t playing polo any more.

https://www.eonline.com/uk/news/1103277/how-prince-harry-and-meghan-markle-s-christmas-card-will-break-royal-tradition

Meghan and Harry missed the carol service this year, of course. Remember when they made it all about themselves last year? Good times.

My favorite part of that Richard Eden piece is that Lady Gabriella Windsor wants to get in on the merching action, but Eden doubts she’d be allowed to use the Windsor name. LOLOLOLOLOLOL. Nacho gets to use it, but Gabriella doesn’t.

The hopes of a Doria pic weren’t dead either. Their Christmas card would supposedly “break tradition” and include Doria as part of the family.

https://www.eonline.com/uk/news/1103277/how-prince-harry-and-meghan-markle-s-christmas-card-will-break-royal-tradition

But by mid-December the card had not yet been “finalized.”

https://www.ok.co.uk/royal/royal-news/meghan-markle-christmas-card-archie-21117530.

I guess Meghan was too busy arranging letters of support from all and sundry

https://twitter.com/scobie/status/1206546787093360640

Including poor Martha Louise. This one made me laugh.

https://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/meghan-markle-shaman-durek-princess-martha-louise-norway

Meghan also touted her charity influencer prowess. This was also a running theme during the holidays with lots of little articles on what she can do for a charity with social media post.

https://twitter.com/scobie/status/1204064665078312962

And bitching that the MoS wanted to do legal discovery and was not coughing up money right away. I guess the side deals crackdown hurt her bottom line and she needs the cash.

https://www.bylineinvestigates.com/mail/2019/12/13/royal-exclusive-mail-on-sunday-using-litigation-fatigue-to-frustrate-duchess-of-sussex-in-court-legal-claims

(WARNING: This website is malfunctioning but you can get the story through the Wayback Machine at https://web.archive.org/web/20191228221154/https://www.bylineinvestigates.com/mail/2019/12/13/royal-exclusive-mail-on-sunday-using-litigation-fatigue-to-frustrate-duchess-of-sussex-in-court-legal-claims)

Harry dressed up as Santa for Scotty’s Little Soldiers. This should have made more of a splash than it actually did. Even Meghan didn’t bother posting it on her IG

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7814779/Prince-dresses-Santa-send-special-message-bereaved-British-Forces-children.html?ico=pushly-notifcation-small

This is probably a good time to point out that I track this crap because I’m a Harkle completist, but most of this was completely overshadowed by the UK election, Boris, the Cambridges, Andrew, #Shruggate, Trump, impeachment, President Obama’s Christmas music list, Mariah Carey’s song hitting the Top 100, and Baby Yoda memes.

I guess they were upset at the lack of attention because they went on to announce that they were in…Canada. They even made it a point to mention that they were there because they care about the Commonwealth soooooo much.

https://people.com/royals/meghan-markle-and-prince-harry-are-spending-private-family-time-in-canada/

Omid reported that they didn’t go to Sandringham because they didn’t want to be separated from baby Archie on Xmas day and the tot would have had to spend dinnertime with, horror of horrors, his cousins if they’d gone to Norfolk. Oooookay.

https://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/1220144/Meghan-Markle-Royal-Christmas-Archie-Canada-Prince-Harry

Sometimes I wonder if these people live in a freaking parallel universe. A Christmas children’s table is quite normal, in my experience, and wouldn’t the baby be napping anyway? What a weird reason to give.

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a30347306/royal-children-table-queen-christmas-lunch/

Then the Queen’s Christmas message photos came out and Meghan and Harry were nowhere to be seen.

https://pagesix.com/2019/12/24/prince-andrew-meghan-and-harry-missing-from-queens-photos-as-she-notes-bumpy-year/

This was quite the unspoken message—George IV, PC and Cam, and the Cambridges. That’s it. That’s the royal family going forward. Heirs and no one else. There was even a Queen Victoria brooch to stretch the lineage ever further. Is it me, or is the green drawing room a particularly formal space for this message? The whole tableau looked very royal and formal to me, in contrast to other years where the scene was a lot homier.

The whole thing seemed like a well-thought-out, powerful statement. The Queen’s “eighth grandchild” was mentioned, but that was it for the Sussexes. Interesting, since the Harkles seem to have spent most of the holiday trying to appear royal without actually doing anything royal.

https://twitter.com/scobie/status/1209882209332727808

A conundrum that was underlined when the QCT twitter account finally revealed the much-hyped Sussex Christmas card on December 23rd. Interesting choice of leak outlet. I guess they really are embracing the Commonwealth now.

https://twitter.com/queenscomtrust/status/1209241848411303941

I gotta say, when I first saw a screenshot of this thing I was 100% sure it was fake. I thought a teen fan account had photoshopped a coupled of old pics together to come up for a Frankencard. It not only looked like a cheapo e-card, it was ANIMATED for the love of mercy.

But it was real. Janina Gavankar took it, using the opportunity to merch her new show and blast the DM for falling for a photoshopped copy. I particularly love the irony of letting a “friend” use your Christmas card to promote her show right after another friend’s merching was shot down. Classy.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7824523/Was-Meghan-Markles-face-PHOTOSHOPPED-Christmas-e-card.html

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a30336784/meghan-markle-janina-gavankar-sussex-christmas-card-photoshop/

Then Prince Philip was hospitalized and the Harkles were supposedly asked to return to the UK. LOLOLOL, not happening.

https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/10613044/royals-urge-prince-harry-meghan-markle/

https://blindgossip.com/christmas-crisis/#more-99810

Then it turned out they were in Vancouver. A local restauranteur outed them. So much for privacy.

https://vancouversun.com/news/local-news/royals-in-b-c-prince-harry-and-family-celebrating-christmas-on-vancouver-island

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7827145/Prince-Harry-Meghan-celebrate-Archies-Christmas-Canadian-hideaway.html

They are staying a house they (probably) borrowed from a “mystery multi-millionaire.” LOLOLOL, just like Prince Andrew. Temporary fencing and cameras were added “as early as December 19,” so it seems they were in LA at least part of the time. BTW, was this the private jet millionare who flew her to Jamaica? Did anyone figure that out?

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7832511/Meghan-Harry-spent-Christmas-baby-Archie-14m-Canadian-waterfront-mansion.html

Anyway, Trudeau welcomed them to Canada. I guess they are trying to make this “official.”

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a30303305/meghan-markle-prince-harry-canada-justin-trudeau/

The Canadians don’t seem to like the security so much. They got turned away at a fancy restaurant. I think these were the people who outed them.

https://pagesix.com/2019/12/27/swanky-canadian-restaurant-turns-down-meghan-and-harry-over-security-needs/

And Enty had the inside scoop on exactly what such security entailed. This really makes it clear that the “pub pics” from Windsor HAD to be released by them. No wonder the pub denied they visited. They signed an NDA.

https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2019/12/blind-item-5_26.html

According to the Mail, the restaurant people were then ruthlessly harassed by the lovely Harkle fans. Ugh.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7832511/Meghan-Harry-spent-Christmas-baby-Archie-14m-Canadian-waterfront-mansion.html

Then the Mail revealed that they trademarked everything back in June. Somehow, I get the feeling that the MoS is not going to roll over and cough up the big bucks just yet.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7831355/Duchess-plans-turn-Sussex-Royal-brand-global-empire.html

Blind Gossip says this is all part of their grand monetization scheme. If Nacho’s gruesome fragrance cash grab is anything to go by this is going to be insanely tacky. I can’t wait to see it.

https://blindgossip.com/the-big-plan/#more-99874

BG also had news regarding a possible second baby. I guess we can look forward to more bellycupping in 2020! Maybe we’ll get a “Royal Sussex” diaper line as well. That would be very fitting.

https://blindgossip.com/the-pregnant-pause/#more-99836

My read on all this is that their big Hollywood adventure crashed hard and fast, partially because the family killed their LA merching arrangements. Hence the sudden pivot towards charity and the Commonwealth. The moolah will now go through the charity. I am cackling at the thought of hundreds of little perfume, jewelry and hat “charity” sponsorships. Royal Sussex Tequila? Royal Sussex china at Soho House? The possibilities are endless.

Luckily the brf is distancing itself as fast as it can. HM’s Christmas message was followed by George and Charlotte’s Christmas walk, another big statement as they were walking with Charles.

https://people.com/royals/see-every-photo-of-prince-george-and-princess-charlottes-first-official-royal-christmas/

Karen Anvil got the new “Fab Five” pic.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7826341/Norfolk-mother-strikes-gold-second-time-snap-royals-going-Christmas-Day-service.html

That’s the future of the brf – PC and the Cambridges. The Yorkie girls participated, but Andrew was sidelined and the Harkles are left in Vancouver Island, desperately reposting old royal photos and trying to sell their comped Canadian holiday as a meaningful choice in support of the Commonwealth.

I find it amusing that the Harkles ended their year desperately trying to polish their Commonwealth and royal bona fides. This has been the worst year for the brf since 1997 and everyone was lined up as support…except the Harkles. They were nowhere to be found. It doesn’t matter how much stuff they leak through QCT and how many Justin Trudeau tweets they get. They are satellite royals on a Halley’s Comet orbit.

They are now in the same situation as all the minor royals, desperately trying to parlay their royal connection into a reliable source of income. I admit to being surprised. I expected the Hollywood stuff to work out for them, at least for a while. Congrats to the anon who kept insisting that I was totally delusional and Meghan would crash and burn in Hollywood. You were absolutely correct. The Hollywood strategy was DOA and I’m not sure they have much of a plan for next year other than bellycupping, charity merching, and waiting to see if the DM pays up.

That’s it for the update, if I missed anything please let me know. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. BTW, what happened to that charity dinner she was going to Skype to? Did that happen? Is it going to happen?

#HarkleHolidayUpdate2019 #HolidayUpdate2019 #HolidayUpdate #ChristmasUpdate #TackiestChristmasEver

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1_12 Contracts

Summary: The Mystery Skulls spend a night exploring a condemned welding plant rumored to be haunted. The group encounters shadow people lingering and cold spots, but one spirit in particular offers cryptic advice regarding a shy spook that doesn’t wish to be bothered.

The mom and pop diner had been around for a quarter of the century and sustained its self through the regulars and travelers passing through, or infrequent few that come by from the thoroughfare where the line of hotels and motels had sprung up over the decades. A steady fog of amber sun gleamed through the thin paned windows that faced the parking lot, beyond awaited the road and the distance motels. It was customary of restaurants with outdated stoves to raise a dull haze into the ceiling, for which the air transported rich currents of coffee, sizzling bacon and eggs, and cooking potatoes.

This old time atmosphere was lost on regulars who frequented these places, the promise of good coffee and a warm meal the only acquisition worth the time allotted. Sometimes this reward was a ruse, and the disappointed customer would mark it down on the migration as a place that would never see a bill from their wallet again. Vivi didn’t care, as she had her fair share of substandard meals that were not prepared by strangers, food was food. Traveling as her group did on a tight schedule and a stricter budget, beggars couldn’t be choosy.

“I must interject,” Arthur began, as he scooted his coffee mug nearer to the edge of the worn plastic table when the waiter came by. Arhur waited until the waiter refilled his mug and stepped away, before he continued, “that this spirit you guys saw may have been screwin’ with you. Lewis in particular.” Arthur took a sip before the steam could settle.

Vivi shrugged. She tapped away at the computer, about twenty tabs open in each of the search engines she skimmed through. “I don’t wanna come off as sounding naïve, but he seemed genuine,” she said. “Anyway, he didn’t really mention anything about Lew. Just gave us the fetch quest and wished us a good luck.” Vivi pause and placed her elbows to the table top and entwined her fingers together, and set her chin on the bridge her knuckles formed. “I don’t think he was from the plant. He had a nondescript following him, same color as him; like with Lew and his deadbeats.”

Arthur cut his sausages with his fork, while picking up a chicken tender from the appetizer plate set between their individuals plates. The chicken tender disappeared under the table, and Arthur selected another one in the same fashion, jaws clacking below. “A suicide may not be impossible to look up,” Arthur says, and another chicken tender goes under the table while he pokes at a sausage with his fork, “but it may be well hidden unless we look for some more specific details. A date, a time? There would have to be an unrelated article somewhere.”

“I keep trying the factories name,” Vivi says. More tabs in the search engine, a few others closed. She sips at her warm tea and sighs. “Maybe I’m trying to be too specific. Er… damn?”

“Freeze up again?” Arthur’s question was answered, as Vivi hefted up the laptop and passed it over the table to him. “Hold up a sec. You got Firefox opened too?” He pushed his half eaten plate away and set the laptop down. “It sucks when you got Chrome open.” Arthur yelped when a loud snarl came from under the table, followed by a clank. “I wasn’t talking to you!”

“Forgot I was using it,” Vivi says, as apology. She fumbles with a piece of bacon on her plate and looks out the large window beside them. “‘The one you should be looking for,’” she repeats.

“He’s hiding from you.”

Lewis had moved to stand between Vivi and the other when its voice found them, but Vivi had gently nudged him aside and raised her camera to get a picture. She never took her eyes off the gloomy figure, maybe as tall as Lewis, standing on the first step of a set of cement stairs leading to a higher level of the factory. The voice had a thick grating, as if the bearer was older in life, if not in death.

The condemned welding plant had been shut down for years, following its closure. The drums and machinery left behind emit a heavy vapor of rust, traces of seeping propane and oil fumes filled the air with a thick tar. The only light source came from a flashlight Vivi carried, and what moonlight drips down from the large thick shutters high above in the ceiling.

“Who… do you think we should be looking for?” Lewis asked. He looked over as Vivi checked the view screen of the camera, and showed him the figure carefully hidden by dark folds of shadows and grease. But Lewis could make out dissimilar features, a bald head, bright eyes gleaming, and a dark suit. The figure looked human, but for its eyes.

“I don’t come here often,” said the other. He watched Vivi carefully. “The others, they remain. I know none of them.”

Vivi waited. She noted a shape huddled on the steps somewhere above the other spirit, a dull glow emitting from its chest which had a coloration that matched the heart of the spirit whom addressed them. It was too cold to be standing around, the factory absorbed the heat and expelled icy drafts that clung to bones. “So this guy, you wouldn’t know his name?” she says. “He’s a he? Right?”

The spirit crackled, his voice hollow but it failed to echo around them. “I sometimes come around here. After the place was shut down, but even then that was a long time ago.” A strange sound came from him, a rattle or crinkle, and the nondescript shadow on the steps faded. “But you’re here, you must be looking for him.”

“If you say so?” Lewis said, unsure himself. “We’re just paranormal investigators, trying to catch some evidence of unusual occurrences. Namely, spooks.”

“I see,” the other said. “Then I’m right. You should be looking for him, and he is hiding from you.”

Vivi pulled her backpack around and slipped the camera into a side pocket. “I hope you don’t tell us we’re wasting our time, wandering around here,” Vivi says. She adjusts the straps on her shoulders and thumbs at the walkie-talkie in her hand. “Because we have ways to draw out the shy ones.”

The eyes of the other spirit brightened. “You do?” he said, and glanced away for a moment. “It would help if you had a unique item of his?”

Vivi took a step toward the steps, and the spirit snapped his gaze back on her. “Immensely. Is there something in this factory he favored, or owned?”

“No, not here, I don’t think,” the spirit said. Above him, the lingering nondescript reappeared, nearly missed in the gloom as it drifted down to its companion. “I know a few very interesting details that will help you, should you want to speak with him.”

Vivi jarred. She heard Arthur’s voice in her ear and tried to answer him on the walkie-talkie. She blinked, her heavy eyelids struggling to stay down as she drew her face back from the table’s surface.

Arthur winced and withdrew his hand from her shoulder. “Sorry,” he said, and held up the laptop in his good arm. “I fixed it, but you looked really beat.”

“So why’d you wake me?” Vivi pulled her back upright, and fixed the magenta glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked to where Arthur was pointing to the plates, dangerously near the edge of the table.

“You are such a restless sleeper.” Arthur set the laptop down in the space before her, and pulled the top screen open. “I had to go back and retrieve a bunch of your browsing history, but I don’t think you’ve checked this link yet?” His metal arm reached around the screens side and indicated one of the non-highlighted links.

As Arthur pulled back the plates from the edge of Sparta, Vivi clicked on the link. “It didn’t have a lot of visits, so I just forgot about it.” A shabby and self-made webpage appeared, the font very simple and all of the simplicity of the site gave off the strong vibe of do-it-yourself-or-don’t. The links did work, the list included Home page, Town history, Images, and a few others. Vivi selected Businesses. She took a scoop of her eggs as she read down the page, a long list of shops, farmers, and one page for the welding factory they had visited. “Okay, fingers crossed,” she announced, as she clicked the link. She took her last piece of bacon and passed it under the table.

“Remember,” Arthur says, chewing on a buttered biscuit. He shifted his food into his cheek like Galahad would, before he went on, “Even little things can be enlightening.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vivi muttered. “I always check. Last on my list though.” She read through the numerous articles, more history, she picked some of the dates and historical value of the old factory. “Yes! Got it!” She spun the laptop around, nearly knocking Arthur’s coffee over as she pushed the computer toward him. “Name. Got a name.”

Arthur rescued his coffee, and took another sip as his eyes wandered to the page. “Local man commits suicide? You sure that’s the one?” he asked. Suicides weren’t uncommon, said to say. Arthur didn’t like the topic far less than others.

Vivi ordered another tea, before she leaned over to the computer. “This one’s it because he worked at the factory. I know it doesn’t say it there – like you said they don’t tell people about these things, but he worked at the factory, and he killed himself there. It’s him.” She spun the computer back around and stooped over, to the wall under the window where her backpack rested. “Some of his family still resides in the city.”

“No, you’re not getting my sausage,” Arthur said, under the table. He scooted his plate from the edge, and gave a cough. “Yeah, about messaging between family and the deceased,” he grumbled. “I hate that!”

“They’re not direct relatives,” Vivi says, struggling to keep her voice low. “Descendants. We’ll tell them we’re curious about some… bogus family history. That ghost said—”

“That ghost was a complete dick!” Arthur sighed and rubbed his face as he sat back. The booth seat was so uncomfortable, but after a night of walking around in that drafty factory… no, he still hated the hard cold seat. “We’re going on a fetch quest, why?”

“Because the ghost we want committed suicide. And he was hiding from us,” Vivi says. She smiles sweetly to the waiter when he brought more hot water and a new teabag. “I want to know why he’s hiding from us.”

“Have you seen Lewis lately?” Arthur mumbled, looking into his empty coffee mug. “He’s hard to miss. Fucking scary too.” He said that last part under his breath.

“Where is Lewis by the way?” Vivi had two windows on the laptop open, just like her days attending college and writing book reports. One window was a phonebook with names and addresses, the other tab was left open for the history of the welding factory.

“Went for a walk,” Arthur said. He finished off his sausages and poked at his hash browns with his fork. “I think.” He thanked the waiter as more coffee came his way. “You think he’s jealous you were talking to another ghost?”

Vivi put her sleeve to her lips as she giggled. “No,” she says. “He better not be.” Arthur smirked and gave a light snicker. “Do you think he gets hungry? Or, maybe he’s around food he gets hungry? Like, does he even smell?”

“Not bad?” Arthur said. He chewed on some of his hash browns, and winced when Vivi tried to pop him on his good shoulder. “Hey! These are tasty, and I’m not done,” he growled. “No-no. No potatoes for you Mystery.”

“What about eating?” Vivi continues. She watches as Arthur picks up his mug of coffee and lifts it to his lips. “Do you think he could….? Never mind.” She looks away and presses her lips together.

“Huh?” Arthur says. And takes a sip.

“I was just thinking about Casper.” She had his reaction pegged to a dime. Arthur snorted and began coughing. “Sorry.”

“My good pants!” Arthur snarled, as he went for the napkins and began blotting up the black mess now all over his plate and the table. “Just got them from home!”

“That was pretty good,” Vivi says.

“Yeah, it was,” Arthur grumbled. He took the half glass of water and poured some water onto his pants. “I’m up to get you next. The scores…. Eh, three and two. I’m still winning.”

“I still say pointing out Lewis is shaped like a Dorito doesn’t count,” Vivi says. She cut off a piece of her egg and ate it, then went back to scrolling and writing. “Only because it is true, and that’s a foul.”

“You still laughed, and that’s what counts,” he said. Arthur’s pants weren’t stained too bad, a few drops that the water had diluted enough.

“I feel bad about it though,” Vivi said. She took a few more sips of her tea and finished off her eggs, then took the remainder of Arthur’s biscuit.

“I don’t think it bothered him that much,” Arthur says, as he scoots the tatters of potato remains around on his plate. “He’ll just never look at a Dorito the same way. No loss.”

“No, I mean—” Vivi stopped and stared at Arthur for a moment. Recognition of who he was and their topic source hitting her hard. She took a breath and sipped at her tea a little more. “You eat a lot of Doritos.”

“Doritos, Pop Rocks, and Energy drinks,” Arthur pipes. “Anything to keep me running when the headlamps are blazing.” He looks under the table. “Mystery, are you seriously licking the floor. Gross.” He stops the waiter and gets a fresh mug of coffee, before slipping it under the table. “Careful, it’s hot. Want sugar?” There’s a bark. “One or two?” Three barks. “Humming bird.”

Vivi paused in writing to watch Arthur and smirked. “When he’s bouncing off the walls, I’ll remember this,” she warns.

“Lew can handle him.” Arthur’s smirk faded. He put some creamer into his own coffee and sipped. “And the case?”

“Right,” Vivi took a breath. She scrolled up reading through the historical document. “No mention of the death, though there were a lot of accidents reported. Then, the former owner passed away. Hmm.” She scanned through the font. “‘Faulty equipment… Inability to acquire new equipment following The Stock Market crash of twenty-nine.’ Rough stuff.”

“A lot of businesses went bankrupt,” Arthur said. “A lot of the owners couldn’t deal with it. Does it say how the factory owner died?”

Vivi took a moment to write a few more notes in her notebook, before she answered, “It just says natural causes.” She finishes copying down the addresses and sketches out a quick map on the next page. “There’s not too many, most our time will probably be spent driving around until we find the right relations. That’s IF the spirit was being honest.”

“I should hang back with the van, while you guys go harass people in their homes,” Arthur says. He reaches under the table and brings back up the empty coffee mug. “That way when you guys get arrested for trespassing, I can bail you out.”

“It won’t come to that,” Vivi said. She turned to look out the window and noticed the sun had risen higher above the distant rooftops during breakfast. “As long as they’re not weirded about random strangers visiting out of the blue.”

Arthur says, “Pot. Kettle. Black.” Vivi throws a crumpled up napkin at him, which Arthur catches and sets aside.

“I’ll go see if I can find Lewis,” Vivi says, as she tucks the beaten up spiral notebook into her backpack. She takes up the half eaten biscuit and finishes it off. “Want anything else?”

“I’m good.” Arthur scoots over as Mystery clambers up, claws scratching at the plastic seat. Arthur reaches over the table and pulls the laptop around and shuffles some of the plates and begins organizing the mess on the table. “Here’s the keys,” he says, and holds up the ring with the boo charm on it. “In case.” He doesn’t let go of the keys when Vivi grabs them, and only looks up at her from under his thick eyebrows.

“He can’t just keep running away from us,” Vivi murmurs. Arthur doesn’t comment, but releases the keys. Vivi grabs her backpack and slings it over her shoulder as she walks off. She looks to the other side of the diner, toward the half that is gift curious and jewelry but with Lewis stature it should be impossible to miss him. There was clothing and coats at the furthest back, but she could still see the wood panels of the stores rustic backside.

At the counter within the midpoint of the diner, across from the glass door entrance, Vivi gives pause and waits for the cashier to finish with her customers. When the family disperses around Vivi, she steps forward to the cashier. “How was your meal?” the darker woman asks and smiles.

Vivi returns the gesture, her eyes still scanning behind the cashier should Lewis materialize (literally) out of nowhere. “Splendiful, thank you. Hey listen, I’m wondering if you’d see my friend lingering around here?” she says. “Grizzly-tall guy, poof hair, purple sweater.” The woman begins to shake her head and frowns a bit. “He’s wearing these big, dorky ass sunglasses.”

“Oh! Yeah,” the cashier said, with a grin. She motions over her shoulder with her thumb. “Guys in the back doing dishes.”

Vivi scowls. “WHAT?”

Lewis is in the back doing dishes.

For everything of him he couldn’t remember the last time he had done dishes. Probably when he was still working for his family at Peppers Paradise, either cooking or doing the dishes. Sometimes he preferred doing one over the other. If he was feeling invigorated and playful he had the urge to create, to bring simple ingredients together into zesty splendor; sometimes experimenting with the ingredients of the dishes his Mamma and Pappa had spent years mastering. Some free reign ambition was good, other times… well, Lewis and friends didn’t mind eating his creations.

Dishes were simple, dishes were autopilot. He’d been doing dishwashing so long he didn’t need to think, he could let his mind wander off. Go back a few years, reunite with simpler times though they may be lost.

Water gushed, steam hissed. Lewis scrubbed at the rock like crust of black, scouring the inside of pots forgotten too long on the stove with the hard scrubber. If the task was impossible he’d fill the dish with hot water and some degreaser, then leave it be moment while he slid off. The floor was slick enough he could get away with it, as he’d seen another kitchen aid skidding by on his own black heels a moment before. Luckily, everyone’s eyes were elsewhere or they might’ve caught the hot pink sparks leaving scorch marks on the tile.

He moved further down the sink line, to the smaller pots and sauce pans in the deep basin. An apron was tied to his front over his sweater, the sweater sleeves rolled up his forearms, and a pair of thick gloves were pulled up to wrap snug over the bundled ends. He turned the heavy tap on and let water cascade into the deep sink and put a dab of the degreaser in, he skids over and put a little more in the large pot for good measure and skid back. He took the rag and scrapped off the stains of food, scrubbed the pot clean and rinsed it then slid it down the stainless steel ramp to the next kitchen aid drying off the pots for the cooks.

The water practically boiled around his arms, but it was hard to tell with the thick suds. He raises up an aggravating knife with a stubborn crust of something on it, and examined the sharp blade as it glint under the harsh phosphorus light.

“Knife coming down,” Lewis called, and slid the blade towards the dryer. Soon there were stacks of plates, mugs, plastic cups rolling down the glistening wet ramp.

“Give me a sec, Lew,” the dryer called. The dryer finished buffing two plates and set them into wire rimmed slots in a cart at his back. While on pause, Lewis let the water drain out and rinsed the deep sink.

“We’re short on pots.” One of the cooks, dressed in a white uniform, approached Lewis. “I’ll dry’em, don’t worry about it.” The chef adjusted a towel laid over his forearm.

“How many? What kind?” Lewis was already pulling a few of the smaller pots from the stack and dunked them into the steaming bubbles.

“Two,” the cook answered. “Lids too. And three ladles.” He rubbed at his brow with the inner side of his shoulder as Lewis scrubbed and rinsed. He held open the towel as Lewis handed over the pots, plus lids, and spoons.

“Got them?” Lewis asked, as he stuck the ladles into the pots open top.

“Yep, thanks,” the chef said. He began pawing at the dishes between the towels. “Whoo. Hot, hot. These are scalding. Don’t your hands burn?”

Lewis shrugged as he turned back to the deep sink. “Nope,” he chimes. “I’ll turn the taps temp down, though.” He freezes when the door across from him sweeps open and in charges Vivi.

“Lew—” Vivi’s words cut off when the sunglasses drop off his face and hit the floor, one of the lens pops out and skips up under one of the stainless steel counters. “Oh shit!” Vivi fidgets around as if trying to pick up a wild, spewing bottle of soda but uncertain how to do this feat without getting her clothing all wet and stained.

“I’m sorry, blueberry,” Lewis begins, holding up his slick gloved hands. “You were eating, and I was going to—” He emits a brief but loud shriek, when Vivi jerks him down by the collar of his suit. The lights in the kitchen flicker and dim causing the nearest of the kitchen aids to pause and look up, after a short sputter the lights brighten without problem. “What? What now?” Lewis stares as Vivi jerks her sweater off over her head. Underneath the sweater Vivi always wore a darker blue T-shirt that matched her skirt, but she preferred the extra comfort of the sweater. Lewis doesn’t get out another sound before Vivi shoves the puffy sweater down over his face and she begins shoving him toward the swinging doors.

“Your face, Lew. Your face,” Vivi hisses into his back.

“Ah.” Lewis puts his hands up and pushes the doors away as he’s herded out. A voice calls from the side, and he detects a presence hurry at them.

“I’m very sorry,” Vivi says around Lewis shoulder, her voice strained. She pauses in the entry of the swinging doors as the taller man stares at them from the kitchens interior, between her and Lewis but mostly at Lewis with the sweater sagged around his face. “He’s got… a bad nose bleed,” Vivi said, and kept going with the evasion, nodding. “He gets them sometimes. I gotta get him outside, get him some fresh air.”

“O… kay,” the older man said, staring with confusion. Lewis thought he sounded like a compact version of his father. “I’ll just need the gloves back, and the apron. Also, I wanted to let you know we took some of your bill off, since he was doing the dishes. It’s only fair.” He nods.

“Right, um, thank you.” Vivi pulls on Lewis sleeves and turns him away from – who she suspects could be the manager, or assistant manager. Vivi slips off the rubber gloves and pulls the damp sweater down over Lewis’ suit. She tugs at the apron, until Vivi finds the one cord at Lewis’ back that undoes the elegant little tight knot. Vivi slaps Lewis hands away when he tries to help take off the apron, and instead he leans forward to allow Vivi the range to pull the aprons loop off from over his sweater garbed head. Lewis doesn’t realize how fortunate he is that Vivi’s hands are full, otherwise she’d punch him. “Really, thank you. I’m so sorry about this.”

The kitchen aid waves her off. “It’s no prob, nose bleeds suck,” he says, taking the gloves and apron. “He’s really good at this gig. I hope you’ll come by again before you head out.”

“Yes! Most def. C’mon Lew, let’s get you some napkins.” Vivi pulls Lewis by his cuffs, guiding him out into the main interior of gift store. She guides him around the few aisles and finds the little exercise is much easier than what it would be, if Lewis was just any other person. The cashier watches them from the counter island in the center of the store, but says nothing as Vivi guides Lewis towards towards the glass doors of the restaurants entrance.

People are still coming in, and too many stop to stare as she hauls Lewis out. Vivi turns to the diner’s interior, scanning along the many large windows that face the parking lot and catches Arthur’s gaze as he looks up from the laptop in front of him. Seated beside Arthur, Mystery catches his movement and looks up as well. Arthur slants his eyes and makes a vague gesture with his good arm, twirling his hand at the wrist. Vivi frowns and shakes her head, she gestures back with a sort of cutting motion and points out the door. She has only a slight hint to what Arthur had signed, but he probably already gathered up the sum of what occurred in the kitchen.

It took a little longer than it normally would for Lewis to get his bearings together and pull on his Alive appearance. Vivi had waited outside the doors of the van, as he sat in the back soundless and weightless. For the duration Vivi would watch people walk by on the sidewalk across the parking lot. The van was parked with its back facing the crumbling old wall of the restaurants side, and she felt confident no one would get close enough to the front of the van to make out the curious movement within through the large windshield.

“I’m sorry I startled you,” she began, when she heard Lewis creep out onto the back bumper. It was tricky to tell, but she was getting accustomed to his airless movements. “I panicked, but I guess I shouldn’t have. You have to be more careful, though.” She turned to the open door where Lewis now stood, dark eyes with the bright glimmer in their depths staring at her dubiously. “You gotta work on not getting surprised when something random happens, or work on recovering faster.”

Lewis sort of frowned, his nose wrinkling in a way that seemed natural. “It’s not as easy as I’m making it out to be, y’know,” he says. “It’s not like there’s a little switch in me and when I feel like it, I flip it and change the way I look.”

Vivi sighed. “I know. I’m scared, that’s all. But I’m not sure how—” She stopped and looked away as if something had caught her attention. “I worry about you,” Vivi says. “I worry about you, and I don’t want to worry about something taking you from us.”

“Mi arandano,” Lewis hummed. He stepped over to Vivi and put his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. “I think I’m far beyond that threshold of being taken by someone else.”

Vivi kept silent for a moment, her arms curled up and pressed back into Lewis’ sleeves. She listened to the distance traffic on the roads, and somewhere else the muffled patter of the locket Lewis carried. A frail breeze crooned over the hard concrete and Vivi took a deep breath, taking in the thick scent of the earthy weeds growing between the cracks in the cement along the road, and the old oil baking on the asphalt. There was… an unfamiliar scent to her long travels, something foreign to the countless roads and parking lots she had visited throughout the states. The aroma was somewhat sweet and fresh, like after shower rains in a forest. Or is it more electrical, like a thunderstorm charging across the untamed plains of the open desert? She takes a tentative breath. It was so pleasant and out of place, under the rash bake of the warm sun on cool pavement. She leaned over and sniffed at Lewis sleeve. That was it. It was Lewis.

“What kind of soap were you using?” Vivi asked, as she pressed her nose into his sweater. “On the dishes?”

Lewis looked away from a family that was walking by on the nearby sidewalk, towards the restaurants front. “Just the usual industrial lemony-antibacterial stuff,” he said, distracted. “I never really noticed it, I guess.” He glanced over as the family entered through the glass doors.

“Hmm.” Vivi could remember Lewis just drenched in the stuff from long hours in kitchen, on the late evening when he was washing the endless cycle of dishes that lay siege on the kitchen. That was his smell when they were younger and while they were home, and she grew to like it. That was not what he smelled like now. But this was nice, whatever it was. Vivi took one last deep breath of his sweater. “You smell really nice,” she said, and stepped away from him.

Lewis stood there, arms open. “Thanks?”

Vivi made her way around back to the front doors of the diner. “I have to pay the bill,” she called back. “And I’ll get you some new glasses from the gift shop.”

“Make sure they’re fashionable,” he hails after her. “And purple!”

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