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The Adventures of Stevie #52
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #52 "Telling a Nose"
Dear Carlos,
I didn't go to school the next day after the duct job, because it was
Sunday. I talked with my father about the job. I recorded my report
after we discussed what should be in it, and then we talked about the
whole thing. I told him my thoughts about adventure and being used and
ignored. He asked me if i could make it into a lesson for the school. I
said "Tell them everything, even about my snagged monster?" He
surprised me by saying, "Yes, that most of all. How else can they
understand what it's really like, before they find out the hard way
themselves, when it's too late to change their minds?" I said "They are
my friends. I suppose I should." I did.
Monday morning, all the students gathered in one room, and father was
there. He introduced the subject. I could see they had a lot of
interest, Chad the most. I told it just like I wrote it to you, but
telling more about how I felt, and acting it out. I added more detail,
such as what the smells were like, which I didn't think were important
to put in the letters. I wanted to make it so real for them, they would
feel like I did when it was happening. I think it worked a little. They
didn't like the boss agent. They were afraid of going town the shaft in
the dark. They were squirming in their chairs when I was stuck the
first time. The boys covered their cold monsters, when I got naked. The
girls looked at me and imagined me naked. I hope they liked it. They
felt my scratches with me while they happened.
I broke the mood after I got to the part where I fell into the room,
and asked them what they would do next. Chad was too concerned for me
to speak. Janice said she would pick the locks on the cabs first. Rod
said he would crack the safe first. Father looked disappointed in them.
He doesn't know that living with HIM, and learning about these things
from the beginning, gives me a big advantage. I'm nosier and sneakier
than them. So, I asked them "How do most regular people remember
combinations?" I got the usual answers, such as birthdays and things.
"And where do they write them down?" Janice said "Women don't have to.
They can't forget those things." I said "But I told you it was a man's
office." Chad said "In his wallet?" As gently as I could, I said, "He
would know better than do that. What would happen if his wallet got
stolen or he got captured?" Chad said "Oh." Rod said "Under a blotter."
I said "That's better, but isn't that the first place an enemy spy
would look?" He said "Oh. Right."
I said "I described the scene to you. If he did hide the combo, it
would have to be in his office. Where would you put it? Try to think
like HE would. Would he hide it in or on something which belonged to
the office?" Rod said "I don't think so. The office manager might take
it and replace it with a new thing." I said "Right!" Jarod, who never
forgets anything, yelled "The picture!" And sprayed all of us who were
close to him with it. I said "You got it. It would be on something
which belonged to him which nobody would take or throw out because it
meant a lot to him." Chad said "But why would you look for something
which might not be there, instead of just picking the locks and
cracking the safe?" I said to him gently "Ah, remember there was
something about a fire? Do you think I would want to hurry a little?"
Chad said "Oh! Yes." I said "Right. It only took a second to open the
frame and look a the back of the picture. Did I find anything?" Jan
said "For Pete's sake, tell us! The suspense is killing me. I looked at
Pete and raised an eyebrow. Jan got a little pink and said, "Oh. Sorry
Pete." We all smiled, because Jan does that a lot. It's her favorite
expression.
"I did see some numbers on the back. I tried them on the safe. They
worked." The kids applauded. "Guess what was in the safe, beside the
target package." None of them did. I guess they didn't think anybody
would be that stupid to hide the keys there. I announced dramatically,
"The keys to the cabs!" They called that office guy some bad names,
which he deserved. "Tell me. How do you think I felt about that?" They
all talked about their feelings about the man, so I said "Here I was,
the best lock picker and safe cracker my size, picked to do a job
because of that, and I didn't need to do any of it? How did that make
me feel?" They smiled about my size comment. Jan said "Relieved, or
upset. I don't know which one." I said "Neither. When you are on a job,
you don't spend time and effort on things which you don't need to. If
you do, it could be your last. I just wanted to get out of there with
the targets."
Then I described getting out of there. They squirmed with me through
the opening. They actually did that. It was fun to see, and made me
feel like I had some strange control over them. A feeling of power, but
not a bad power. The girls were very interested, in spite of feeling
sorry for me, when I told them how my jock got caught, and I had to get
out of it. The boys were a little embarrassed. Then I told them about
my monster getting snagged. All the boys knees slammed together, and
their hands covered their laps. The girls looked very concerned. Chad
started to cry. I hugged him and said "It's alright. Just a scratch."
Then I decided to relieve the not so fun feelings with a little humor.
I said "For all who are interested, there will be an official viewing
of my injury in the boy's locker room at 11AM this morning, and at the
door of the girls locker room directly after lunch by appointment.
Bring your own magnifying glass if you think you need one. I will not
be signing photographs." Everybody laughed, even father. I had to say
"Just joking." I think most of the kids were disappointed to hear that.
Maybe all. Father wasn't.
I told them about getting getting the rest of the way out. Then I
said "Something else happened which wasn't part of the job. I'm not
sure I should tell you about it." They all looked disappointed. Chad
poked me in the side. Father said "I think you should." I said "ALL of
it?" He said "Yes." I said "But it's embarrassing! I said and did some
not so nice things." He said "Go ahead." I did. Both the girls and the
boys thought my comment to the medic was very funny, and they really
laughed hard at my playing the midget. They didn't laugh when I told
them how the boss agent treated me. They were actually angry. For me. I
almost cried. Then I told them what I did to him. All their mouths
dropped open. I think they didn't know I could do that. Then they all
grabbed their noses at the same time like they planned it. I felt like
an orchestra conductor. They followed my lead perfectly. Strange.
I said "I owe how I did that all to Chad. He taught me his dismount
which I used." Chad looked pleased and embarrassed at the same time.
After I told them why I did it, I said "But I was wrong. I should have
let it go." Chad said "But why? He deserved it." I told him "He sure
did! But did I have to break security, along with his nose? We aren't
supposed to be in the news, or be famous, or even get noticed. All the
men on that roof sure did notice me and what I did, and will probably
never forget it as long as they live. I learned that sometimes you
shouldn't do what you want to to, what you know should be done, if it
can cause you and other people trouble, which makes it a not very good
thing. One more thing. It didn't make me feel good. I thought it would,
like a revenge thing, but I felt bad I hurt him. That's another reason
I wish I didn't do it."
"There is something else, too. What if he had drawn his gun to shoot
me, which I think he wanted to, and my father had to kill him? Did that
man deserve to die for treating me badly? I don't think so. Is it a
good thing to make my father have a memory for life, of killing a man
who didn't deserve it, because I did something stupid I shouldn't have?
Never never NEVER! I did something bad, for bad reasons. I have to live
with my mistake, just like that man has to live with his mashed face.
Please learn from what I did, and do better than me, when you are in
this kind of situation." Then I cried. They all came over to hug me.
Father signaled "great job."
Are you wondering if I really did have that monster showing I joked
about? Carlos! What are you thinking! Of course I did. The boys already
saw it before, so it wasn't any big deal. They just wanted to see the
scratch, like it was in a museum or something. The girls just wanted to
see my monster they heard so much about from the other boys. They did.
And touched it. I showed them what it could do, too, which made it a
bit difficult to shove it back in my pants. They were impressed. Jan,
the oldest, looked at it like she was hungry. That gave me some ideas I
might want to work on, later.
Chad wanted a private viewing after the others, so he could study it
closer. We went into a private room. It was still awake then. Chad
caressed it and told it how sorry he was that it was hurt, and that he
wanted to make it better. I don't think he actually made the scratch
any better, but all of me did feel a whole lot better for a while, and
tired after, too.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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