PENELOPE ROGER AND NEIL Thompson smiled at him; they carried in their hands cartons from the boot of his car. They were a part of his life he wanted to forget and he hated that they came.
Neil was the first to speak up. " Us, actually."
Penelope looked at him.
" Well you said ' did you miss me' instead of us,' he explained but she looked on. " Not necessary right?" He turned to Jimmy. “Thought we could help to unpack,” he offered.
“So how have you been faring?” Penelope asked, turning back to Jimmy.
Jimmy said nothing but followed his impulse. He climbed down the stairs to collect the cartons but they wouldn't let him.
“We did it out of goodwill, Jimmy,” Penelope said. “ Won’t you at least let us in the house?”
Reluctantly and especially to avoid being rude although wondering why he cared, he let them in.
The sitting room was a convenient space; it had a glass table at its centre surrounded by three armchairs. A water machine stood at a far corner just beside a curtain which covered the entrance that led to a small corridor. A little bit of a stuffy smell hung in the air. Jimmy grabbed a remote and switched on the air conditioner. It beeped open just as he dropped the remote in a click before crossing his hands across his chest.
“Nice house,” Penelope commented, passing on the carton to Neil who had just returned from dropping his box somewhere behind the curtain.
“ Why are you two here?” Jimmy asked coldly.
“Just missed you Jim buddy,” Neil replied awkwardly. “It’s been a long time since you stopped by, you know.”
“ Wrong vocabulary, Neil. Forever is the perfect word. Now, do me a favour you both,” Jimmy said. “Leave my house.”
“Waoh, hold on Jimmy. We just got in,” Penelope said. “Did you hear about the massacre?” Her voice was suddenly serious.
“ That is not worthy of my worries,” Jimmy replied, pushing down his conscience. " Will you both leave? In case you lose your way, the door lies over there." He pointed at the entrance of the house.
“Approximately nine hundred people died,” Penelope pressed on.
Jimmy turned to her. “ And what use is this information to me?”
“Every citizen should at least stay updated,” Penelope put in harmlessly. “And you are one, aren’t you?”
“I earnestly did not want to give you a reminder but I'm not from here,”Jimmy said. “ I thought it's obvious but it wouldn't hurt to tell you that part of me has sailed away.”
“But you heard it Jimmy, or have you suddenly become heartless?” Neil asked. “Because of what happened? This isn’t you, Jimmy.”
“ People change. So have I. And do not dare to bring that up again,” Jimmy warned.
“It’s all in the past now Jimmy. You have to forget about it and move on,” Penelope said.
“I said not to bring that up!” Wrath flared in him, leaving them perplexed. Looking back, he was rarely ever angry. At least before the incident.
His eyes were glowering and for a moment, the fear of being unable to predict his next move gripped them.
But he grew calm just as he had been angry and sighed. “Leave my house.”
Penelope raised an eyebrow at Neil and he walked out of the house. Penelope walked up to Jimmy.
“You are not exclusive,” Jimmy pointed out.
“You can’t send me out like that, you know,” Penelope replied and held his face between her hands.
“ Our paths separated years ago,” Jimmy said.
Penelope flashed a grin at him. “Don’t you know all exes have powers.” It was more of a statement than a question. “My once puppy.” She stared into his eyes. “Tell me you will follow us back.”
Jimmy had just begun to protest when she put a finger to his lips.
“Think about it again Jimmy and properly. And while you are thinking, take into consideration that the life and destiny of someone’s father or mother, brother or sister, children and family as a whole is in your hand.”
She withdrew her hands and with a swift turn, walked out of the house.
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IT WAS A HUGE OFFICE. Portraits hung over all its walls. Shelves filled with neatly stacked papers stood at a far corner inside the room and a desk with different files stacked on top of it stood across it.
The owner, Mr Roy paced the office in an impatient manner clenching his fists. After pacing for far too long, he sat expectantly in his office. Then he stood and got a glass of water from the jug that stood on a stool by the doors, drank, sat again and tried to concentrate on the file that laid idly on the table when Penelope and Neil walked in. He looked to see if anyone followed but was utterly disappointed.
“Bad news, Mr Roy. We were unsuccessful,” Neil broke the news.
“Seems he would be a hard nut to crack,” Mr Roy said. He had waited for a long time, silently praying for success.
“Don’t be so bothered,” Penelope put in. “I have talked some sense into him and I am sure he will ponder over it.”
“You think?” Mr Roy asked.
“ I was about to ask the same. You know it has been a long time since you two broke up,” Neil said. “The glow in his eyes… I am afraid he might have changed.”
Penelope flashed a grin. “Maybe, maybe not but I know my boy.”
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