Story-Lomond

Lomond

Well here we go again, he thought.

“Come, Lomond.  I don’t have all day.”  Ms. Tambor said.

“Coming Ms. Tambor.” Lomond called.  He just didn’t think he was dressed right.  He had on a pair of blue jeans with paint splatters on them.  The jeans hung loosely on his hips, because they were hand me downs from his roommate, Hawk.  He also had on a tee shirt which showed that he wasn’t very bulky like Hawk.  His short red hair was messed up and his green eyes laughed.

“Lomond, don’t make me come up there!”

“I have to change my jeans.  I’ll be down as soon as I finish.”

“Very well.”  Ms. Tambor answered.  Ms. Tambor had gone through a lot to get this interview.  She didn’t need anything to screw it up.  Ms. Tambor wore a maroon dress.  It showed off her figure.  She was in her late twenties and had started this home for kids when she was twenty-five.  Her hair was sandy blond.  Her blue eyes told people that she loved her life.

“How do I look?” Lomond said.  He was now wearing his best pair of black jeans and a button down shirt.

“You look good for only changing your pants, Mond,” Ms. Tambor said.

“I want to look good for my interview with Mr. Shema.  That’s all.”

“What makes you think he won’t like you?  Mr. Shema has wanted a kid ever since his wife died.  He wants some one to be a heir.”

“All right.  I’m ready.  By the way you look smashing.  If I weren’t sixteen, I’d ask you to marry me.”  Lomond said jokingly as he walked out the door.

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            “Can I help you?” He asked.  Lomond noticed that Mr. Shema was in his mid-thirties.  His dark hair was neatly combed.  His brown eyes looked worried.  Mr. Shema wore a green pair of sweatpants and a blue tee shirt.  Lomond also noticed that Mr.  Shema was staring at Ms. Tambor.

            “I’m Lomond and this is Ms. Tambor.” Lomond said, “We’re here for an interview.”

            “Oh, yes, please come in.  I forgot that was today.”  Mr. Shema said.

            “Quite all right.” Ms. Tambor said.

            “Nice place you got here.” Lomond said.

            “Thanks you, Lomond. Right?”

            “Yea, Lomond is my name, but my friends call me Mond.”  Lomond replied.

            “Well, Mond.  My wife decorated the house.”  Mr. Shema answered.

            “Really? She had good taste, “Mond said.  “By the way I’m sorry to hear about your wife.”

            “Thanks you, again.  Now shall you start,” Mr. Shema said.  “Tell me a little but about yourself Lomond.”

            “Sure,” Mond said.  “I’m sixteen, a junior at Loch High School.  My birthday is June twenty-fifth.  I’m not really into sports but I do like volleyball.  Most of all I like to sing.  I also play piano.”

            “He’s a very good singer.” Ms. Tambor said.

            “Mond, I would like to know how you got your name?”  Mr. Shema asked.

            “Well, my mom and dad went to Ireland.  And saw Ben Lomond, it’s a hill.  They thought Ben was bland. So I got Lomond.”  Mond finished.

            “You don’t have to answer this but when and how did your parents die?”  Mr.  Shema asked his head down.

            “I don’t remember that much.  I was only seven.” Answered Mond.

            “I believe his parents died in a plane crash.  They were coming home from visiting friends.  They had left Lomond with his grandmother who died a year after his parents did.  At least that’s what it says in his file.” Ms. Tambor said.

            “Oh, now I’m sorry I asked.”  Mr. Shema said.

            “May I ask you a question?” Lomond asked.

            “Sure.” Mr. Shema said.

            “How did your wife, um, die?” Mond asked.

            “Lomond!”  Ms. Tambor said shockingly.

            “It’s all right,” Mr. Shema said.  “She died in the hospital after a car accident.  She was hit in the rear.  She was pregnant with our first child.”

            “Is that why you choose to adopt a child?”  Ms. Tambor asked.

            “One. Yes.”

            “Mr. Shema?” Lomond asked.

            “Yes, Mond?”

            “I think you’d make a good father.  I can tell you have a lot of love locked inside of you.” Mond said.

            “I think it’s time to leave,” Ms. Tambor said.  “Please call when you decide.”

            “I will. Bye Mond.  Ms. Tambor.” Mr. Shema said.

            “Bye, Mr. Shema.” Lomond said.

            “See you later, I’m sure.”  Ms. Tambor said.

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            “So how’d it go man?” Hawk asked.

            “He’s a lonely man.” Mond answered.

            “Do you think he’ll adopt you?”  Hawk asked as he popped a pretzel in his mouth.

            “I don’t know, I just don’t know.” Lomond said.  He looked at Hawk.  Hawk was wearing a pair of jeans with holes in them.  His muscles bulged in his flannel.  He was eighteen, he had black hair that was in a crew cut style.  His brown eyes danced with trouble.

            “What you looking at Mond?”  Hawk asked.

            “How come no one’s taken you yet? Or why don’t you goon your own?”  Mond shot out.

            “I ain’t got enough money to live on my own.  People think I have to much attitude.”  He answered.

            “That’s reasonable.”  Mond said.

            “Boys, time for supper.”  Ms. Tambor shouted up the stairs.

            “Come on let’s go eat. I’m starved.”  Hawk said.

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            “Hawk, would you get up there’s a phone call for you.”  Peep whispered.  Peep is the youngest boy at the home.  He has red hair and hazel eyes.  He is small, only four and a half feet tall, even though he’s in eighth grade, thirteen years old.

            “What are you whispering?  Peep talk louder.” Hawk said.

            Peep looked at him side eyes and started backing away.

            “He said getup there’s a phone call for you.”  Mond said.

            “Is that what you said, Peep?”  Hawk asked.

            “Yes, Hawk, sir.” Peep whispered, nodding his head.

            “Thanks.” Hawk said as he got up.  He left the room without turning around.

            “Come here, Peep.  Do you want me to tell you a story?”  Mond said.

            “Yes, please Mond.” Peep whispered running the words together.

            “Sure.  What story do you want?”

            “The one about your home.”

            “All right.”  Mond said.

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            “Hello?” Hawk said into the phone.

            “Is this Hawk?” The voice asked.

            “This is.  How can I help you?”  He answered.

            “Oh I found you.  I’ve been trying to find you for a long time.” The lady’s voice said.

            “Um, do I know you?” Hawk asked.

            “A little.  I’m your Aunt Leilani. Your mom’s sister.”  Aunt Leilani said.     

            “But mom’s dead and dad’s in jail.  And I thought no one wanted me.”  Hawk said.

            “Yes, your father’s in jail, but your mother isn’t dead.  She’s in the ‘nut’ house.”  She said.

            “Oh so my mom’s a loony! Why did you call me, Leilani?” Hawk asked.

            “I called to let you know your father is getting out next week.  And he might come after you.” Leilani said.

            “He can’t get me, I’m eighteen.  I’m an adult.  So thanks for calling.” Hawk said and hung up.  But he was worried his dad would come after him.  He was happy and wouldn’t let his dad ruin his life.

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            “Hawk, there’s some one here for you!” Ms. Tambor said.

            “Who is it?”  Lomond asked,

            “Mond, did I say it was for you.  It’s Hawk’s dad.”  Ms. Tambor said.

            “Hawks’ at work till four.  So he’ll be home in a few minutes.”

            “Thanks, Mond, “Ms. Tambor said.  “If you want to wait in the living room, Mr. Fog.”

            “Thank you, Ms. Tambor.” Mr. Fog replied.

            “I’ll be right back with some coffee.” Ms. Tambor said leaving the room.

            “HI, I’m Lomond, Hawk’s roommate.”  Mond said.

            “That’s nice.  How long have you been here?” Mr. Fog asked.

            “Long enough to get use to it.  I came when I was eight.”

            “That’s good.” Mr. Fog commented.  “I mean that you’re use to it.”

            “Oh, hi Hawk.  How was work?”  Mond asked as Hawk walked into the room.

            “Fine. Who’d this Mond?  Is this Mr. Shema?”  Hawk asked.

            “This is Mr. Fog.  He came to talk to you, Hawk.” Lomond answered.

            “Dad?” Hawk asked.

            “Hawk, it’s been so long.  You’re grown up.”

            “I think I’ll leave now.”  Mond said starting to leave.

            “Mond, you stay where you are.” Hawk whispered.

            “Sure.” Mond said a little confused.  Hawk and his dad just stared at each other for awhile.  Mond just stood where he was like Hawk said to.

            “What do you want, dad?” Hawk asked stating to get an attitude.

            “Can’t I see my own son?” Mr. Fog asked.

            “As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a father.  The only one I know left when I was fifteen.”  Hawk said now getting edgy.

            “Hawk, can I leave?”  Mond asked.  Hawk turned towards Mond, it was then that Mond saw that Hawk was crying.

            “Mond, man, please stay.” Hawk said.

            “Alright.” Mond said, realizing that Hawk was happy and scared to see his dad.

            “Hawk, tell me about yourself.”  Mr. Fog said.