Intermission 1.1 Money
“Alexander Dimitri Lancaster! Get your clothes on this instant and report to the actuary!” Mrs Sienna Haut Lancaster called out into the echoing lobby. The home they currently dwelled within stood 1000 feet above New York cities streets. A personal butler, elevator and attendants at the ready as young Alexander ran about in his pajamas.
“I mean it this time Charles! I want the whole whale not just the tail. Not the fin. I don’t give a shit about those barnacles they want me to bring along though. I refuse to send my money to those bloodsuckers.” Father Jonathan James Lancaster demands into the phone as he toils the coils around his finger. The black land line constricting his finger causing the tip of it to turn blue.
“Hunny, it is almost time for dinner, business time has past hang up that phone we are already late.” Mrs Sienna Lancaster admonishes as she adjusts her nights array. Blow out black dress fit for a ball and all its fixings black gloves and black necktie. Red lips and beautiful Green eyes.
The butler and his assistants are running between them and the chauffeurs who try to encourage the lot to beckon towards the elevator door. At all times three men of ill repute but streamlined appearance. Black everything. Suit to shoes. Glasses and gloves. Holster and gun. Watch over them was stoic guardians that they are.
“One minute my love I’ve yet to finish expressing to this creaton my indignation for this farbost acquisition!” Mr Lancaster whispers hand over the phone.
“Dear, do try reading more of that book I am becoming bored with your vocabulary.” Mrs Lancaster retourts causing Mr Lancaster to chortle. His barbel mustache husking against the plastic black phone.
“Indeed. Charles, I’ve no time. No.” He hangs the phone up. “I think I said it about as elaborately as I could muster.”
“Send it to print next week my love we’ve a ball to get too.” Mrs Lancaster replies as she chases down the finally found Alexander from inside a cabinate were he hid.
“Oh, I think I won. That makes it me always win. And you a loser. Try again young chap.” She pinches Alexander’s cheek.
“Mom! I don’t wanna go to this… this… ball thing!” Alexander explodes rolling his eyes and squirming for freedom. He’s instantly restrained by the help and made proper in a matter of moments.
“You think you don’t but you do.” She responded
“How do you know what I want?” Young Alexander complains.
“Because I’ve got an eye for these things little one and I know you’re going to find something extra special tonight. To change your sight. I wonder how you’ll react.”
Alexander is dumbfounded by this. What does she mean.
“To see it is a privilege, at your age it’s an honor. You’re grandma must think she sees something everyone else cannot.”
“Please, when you see it. Think of money. Wealth. Think of growth and creation. Tools used to build the future.” She gives the boy a kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to miss your green eyes…”
Happy December 20th, 1983.
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