Re: Kindred (Prologue 2/?)luverofanimeMarch 31 2014, 09:16:52 UTC
All future chapters will be posted as a reply to this chapter, in an attempt to keep them all organized while keeping them from being gradually smooshed over.
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It's well into those weird late hours where it's today or tomorrow depending on if you've slept before both of them had stopped freaking out long enough to have something resembling the same conversation.
Sullivan feels like he's missing bits of the real story, even if he's getting the facts. This Mildred lady was apparently “Some chick” Randall had known, and knowing Randall, that was either a far more or far less intimate relationship then he insinuated. According to the paperwork, Mildred, her husband, and her daughter Ms. Stephanie Yardley had all passed away in a recent “incident”. But some cursory news searches for that area revealed it to be a car crash caused by a deer flitting across the road, forcing them off to the side and straight into a tree. The news feeds hadn't given any specifics, except that all but the daughter had been dead on the ambulance's arrival, and whatever state she had been in had led them to the decision to try and cut the egg she had been carrying out of her body and relocate it to the nearest hospital.
None of Randall's paperwork said this of course. Apparently, Mildred had made a will sometime after she had married her husband years back. (The fact that she had kept her maiden name was something Randall noted, and after a moments thought, he had to concede with some affection that that was something she would do) She didn't have any family left, and neither did her new husband, who was lonely and a great deal older than she was. In it she had explicitly stated her wish that should she ever pass away, she had wanted Randall to know about Stephanie, to give him the chance to know her, though it was a little late for that now.
It was nothing more than an information sheet really, with a nice little dotted line at the bottom that would let him give up all rights to the grandchild in question and hand it over to whatever little foster home they could find for it.
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It's well into those weird late hours where it's today or tomorrow depending on if you've slept before both of them had stopped freaking out long enough to have something resembling the same conversation.
Sullivan feels like he's missing bits of the real story, even if he's getting the facts. This Mildred lady was apparently “Some chick” Randall had known, and knowing Randall, that was either a far more or far less intimate relationship then he insinuated. According to the paperwork, Mildred, her husband, and her daughter Ms. Stephanie Yardley had all passed away in a recent “incident”. But some cursory news searches for that area revealed it to be a car crash caused by a deer flitting across the road, forcing them off to the side and straight into a tree. The news feeds hadn't given any specifics, except that all but the daughter had been dead on the ambulance's arrival, and whatever state she had been in had led them to the decision to try and cut the egg she had been carrying out of her body and relocate it to the nearest hospital.
None of Randall's paperwork said this of course. Apparently, Mildred had made a will sometime after she had married her husband years back. (The fact that she had kept her maiden name was something Randall noted, and after a moments thought, he had to concede with some affection that that was something she would do) She didn't have any family left, and neither did her new husband, who was lonely and a great deal older than she was. In it she had explicitly stated her wish that should she ever pass away, she had wanted Randall to know about Stephanie, to give him the chance to know her, though it was a little late for that now.
It was nothing more than an information sheet really, with a nice little dotted line at the bottom that would let him give up all rights to the grandchild in question and hand it over to whatever little foster home they could find for it.
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