Sorry! Again some sweet, sweet Sackson fluff … because … It must out off my mind, it’s Sackson and I need it!
Chicago, autumn 1900
Leaves were falling, were blown away by the wind; and the sun gave the last power for this beautiful autumn day.
Connor Judge walked up and down, stopped from time to time,
frowned and shook his head.
This was the adequate behaviour for one who was
He knew that from his father. He had done the same at the
time when the baby was delivered.
Connor also knew that one must rush into the
room of happening at a certain point, but he had no idea when it was the right
time to do this.
He sighed and glanced to his mother. “Mama, this waiting makes me weak. I need another biscuit to strengthen me”, he said in a serious tone.
Susan, sitting on a bench, the second child on her lap, nodded as permission for her son.
Connor didn’t hesitate. He went to the carriage beside the bench, rummage in the bag that was mounted on and finally found a biscuit. It was the last one. He put it out of the bag in the most discrete way, but he wasn’t lucky. The toddler realised the treasure of her brother and started grabbing after it.
Connor turned around. “It’s mine!” he said. “It’s not for babies.” The girl turned up her mouth, the eyed filled with tears and she began to cry.
Susan sighed. “Share it!”
His mother’s voice clearly insisted and did not condone any resistance. So, the boy broke the sweet in two pieces and handed grimly one of it to his sister who immediately was calm again. Then, he sat down beside is mother.
Susan wiped the tears and the snot off her daughter’s face.
For a short moment, she had a fresh looking child, before new snot ran out of the nose and slobber, mixed with biscuit crumbles, came out of the mouth.
Then, she looked down to Connor. The boy held the biscuit piece between his dirty little fingers, chewed silently. Crumbles spread on his plaid cotton shirt around the chocolate speck that remembered on the ice cream he had a few minutes ago.
‘It’s amazing! You can’t keep them clean and full. There’s always space for specks and food’, thought Susan, smiled and was thankful for the minute of distraction.
The door of the building on the opposite side of the street was still closed, silence, no movement, nobody around.
He had told them the approximate time when they should come to collect him, but this was over since nearly half an hour.
Susan was nervous, even more when she saw somebody leaving the building.
It was him.
He doesn’t look good.
Jackson’s head and shoulders hung down. He trotted slowly down the stairs, seemed to be exhausted.
“Oh no”, whispered Susan. “He didn’t make it.”
Connor sprung off the bench, run to his father and took him by his hand. “Never mind, daddy’ he said comfortingly and guided him to the rest of the waiting family.
When he was close enough, Susan stroked his cheeks. “Next time,” she said in the most optimistic way she could, but Jackson shook his head.
“No darlin’. It’s over.”
He didn’t look up, avoided to face her gaze.
“All these men in there … much younger than me … more educated … more intelligent.”
“Sush!” interrupted his wife. “I don’t want to hear that. You’re clever and smart and have more experience than all of these greenhorns. … If it shouldn’t be this time then it will be next time. … Furthermore, it is just a stupid piece of paper. It tells nothing about your abilities.”
“No. No. You must resign yourself. From now on, you …” - he lifted up his head that she could see his wide grin - “… will sleep with an examined doctor of medicine.”
Susan widened her eyes. “You mean …”
“Yes! I made it.” He laid his free arm around her waist.
“You tricked me”, said Susan in fake anger, but she was filled with happiness and pride. “Well then, Doctor Matthew Judge, let’s see if it is better to kiss a doctor than a quack.”
Connor rolled his eyes and groaned. He knew that hours and hours could pass by if his parents kissed each other … Boring! On the other hand … now, it was the best time to get away with favourable requests and inevitable confessions. So, he said:
“We must urgently buy biscuits and ice cream … and the vase in the living room is broken.”