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Smashwords Edition Copyright 2019 Pamela Joan Barlow Smashwords Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

**Author notes:

**_Trip Bet_ **is the final e-book from** _Country Gentleman_ **series.

Format of this e-book does not contain a chapter heading, such like, Chapter One; Chapter Two; etc.

Instead, the story unfolds in a numeric calendar date format with current time, daylight or nighttime hours, a set of current weather conditions, and the property location with character activity.

I enjoy learning parts and pieces of an unread novel before diving into the content.

The definition of the word, mother, varies by social, culture and religion traits but translates into absolute love, hugs, kisses, affection, and care for each one of her children.

A nice story about a country mom warms any heart including the mind and the heart of a new fascinating fictitious novel.

I have created my own personally book rating system for each one of my novels for the curious reader.

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Rated M for mild stuff  
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Rated R for really great stuff  
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The story line is Rated M for mild acts of violence, lots of guns and knives, bold and nasty cuss words, witty and sick humor, a few dead bodies, but no ghosts or sex acts.

The major character role involves three biological brothers, who are a set of triplets as they attend their senior year in high school before going off to college.

This story line takes place in the tiny rural town of Lacy Springs within the US State of Alabama with heated days of summertime and lots of bright sunshine with occasionally thunderstorms that feed the crop farms, the herds of captured livestock and the numerous woodlands and wildlife and wildflowers.

Thanks for entering into my imagination!

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Story plot:

Teen action and adventure drama with the triple brothers...

Breck, Flamingo, and Cinco, they are teen triplet brothers living in the tiny cow town of Lacy Springs within the US State of Alabama, where the sun shines bright in the summertime and then goes dull in the winter months.

Each brother loves their mama, attends their senior high school classes and has lots of fun doing numerous teenly male things, such like, sports, hunting, fishing, dating, and mudding.

However, their teeny fun becomes interrupted, when Middle Child Flamingo, again, stirs up brotherly trouble between the three triplets, inside the tiny cow town of Lacy Springs.

Adults:

Breck Freehurst Balegreen, Junior, deceased

(AJ) Adair Bibb, employee of Robert Earl

Arie Ashley Dunlap Balegreen wife of Breck, Junior

Aurora Carter Dunlap Gordon, sister of Arie & wife of Moe

Jarvis Dunlap, grandpa of triplets, Arie's dad, farmer

Reese Dunlap, housewife, grandma of triplets, Arie's mom

Iredell Balegreen, housewife, grandmother of triplets

Tommy Lee Sinclair, sheriff

Teens:

Acton Marburg, student

Babbie Cummings, student

Breck Freehurst Balegreen, Junior, III, student

(Flamingo) Breck Freehurst Balegreen, Junior, IV, student

(Cinco) Breck Freehurst Balegreen, Junior, V, student

Brett Cooper, student

Doyle Tate, student

Fannie Tifton, student

Retta Jean Moore, student

Violet Meeks, student

Yancy Oakes, student

Present day and place and space and time

Thursday May 14th

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

Lacy Springs Courthouse location

Court room setting

08:10 am

Each high school student has returned back into the same courtroom with the three same supervising high school teachers and Principal Marshall. Marshall has again allowed the letter grade of A to replace each scheduled academic examination for the day, instead of an academic test. The rows are filled with numerous high school students coming from the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth grades including Flamingo's girlfriend Violet.

Violet wants to miss the courtroom appearance but has a change of heart about all of her academic examinations as she is a senior student and is eager to begin her fun, after graduation night.

On the defendant's table, Toluene sits as first chair and wears a golden colored dress, a pair of matching sandals, looking down, fiddling with her personal mobile telephone in silence with giggles, as usual.

Breck sits beside Toluene and wears a white tee shirt, a dark blue sports jacket, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a pair of polished black and brown cowboy boots, looking down, reading one-at-a-time a stack of tall papers. Toluene has supplied the stack of papers that came from the prosecution office for the paternity court trial. Breck wiggles a blue tinted ink pen in his hand beside a stack of short loose white colored papers, He can't read understand the medical or legal information with his teenly brain cells, but he continues to plow through the information with hopes of finding something to aid Flamingo.

Flamingo sits in-between his two triplet brothers and leans over, whispering into the cheekbone on Cinco. "I'm really nervous about all of this, man."

Cinco spins around and scans the high school students, whispering back to Flamingo. "You tell the truth. The truth will set you free, dude."

He frowns. "Do you really think the jury panel of six teen females and males will vote for me? This is a big decision that will affect the outcome of an innocent baby."

Cinco returns back and sneers at Flamingo. "Do not get cold feet or a wrinkled dick, right now, Flamingo. Yeah, the girls are our three friends. The guys are our three allies. Jeranda does not stand a chance with the jury panel. Anyways, each juror guy can feel your same emotions with an innocent, crying, and stinky baby hanging around your neck muscles."

Flamingo spins around and scans the audience of teens also. "I see Violet. I thought she wasn't coming today for my court trial."

"Yeah, I saw her too. She loves you, Flamingo. She's here now to show her support and love."

He returns back and stares at the jury box of teens. "She didn't wanna sit in the jury box. That would have really shown off her support and love."

"Don't sweat ant hills! She was scared like me. But, she is here now like me. So, have some faith in your present and your future life! I do."

Flamingo nods with a smile, "All right!"

On the prosecution table, Attorney Litisha stands upright with a smile and turns to stare at the defendant table, scooting sideways, leaving her chair. She slides over the wooden floor space and stops, standing at the edge of the defendant table.

At the defendant's table, Toluene continues to smile down at the tiny screen on her mobile telephone in silence.

Breck looks up with Flamingo and Cinco. Flamingo and Cinco sneer at Litisha.

Litisha crosses her arms and stares at Flamingo. "I will give you one more chance, Mr. McCory, the fourth. If you sign the joint custody papers, which are located in my briefcase, right here and right now, then I will ask the judge to dismiss the paternity case..."

"Naw! Never! Nope! No! No way! Fuck out! Now, pick out one of these clever but nasty words and then shove your fat ass away from my side of the courtroom, bitch!" Flamingo sneers.

Toluene looks up with a smile to see Litisha in silence.

Litisha drops her arms and continues to stare at Flamingo. "Well, I have warned you. At the end of your paternal trial, you will not earn the title of Father of the Year, but the father of the baby by the current judge. Then you will pay triple the original child support monthly allowance of ten thousand dollars-per-month. I promise you this."

Cinco sneers. "Get away from us, bitch! Go back to your rat hole and tell that other bitch to go and fuck off, too, foreverly!"

Flamingo sneers. "My promise to you is that I will not, cunt."

Breck looks up and snarls into the nose profile on Toluene. "Tell her where to go, Toluene! You are Flamingo's legal lawyer. So, defend his right as your client!"

Toluene continues to smile down at the screen on her mobile telephone. "Stop acting like a high school fart, kid! Lawyers talk that way to each other all the time. It means nothing."

The bailiff stands in the far wall corner in front of the high stool and shouts out loud for each pair of eardrums. "Please stand for Judge Julia as she enters the courtroom." Each audience member stands and waits for Judge Julia to sit down at her judge's bench.

On the prosecution table, Litisha swiftly spins around with a giggle and moves back to the prosecution table, clapping with a smile. Both Jeranda and Ferdome slowly stand upright from the shared bench seat and loudly clap and laugh out loud. Litisha stops and stands behind the table, leaning over, whispering into the faces of two clients.

On the forward wall, a matching red walnut wooden side door opens and then reveals the judge. She slowly moves ahead and stops, sitting down inside her judge's chair, reaching over, slapping the gravel on top of the red walnut polished wood. She smiles. "Please sit down. Good morning to all! I am Judge Julia. I am happy to see the audience gallery filled with lots of eager and happy teens for the court trial..."

"We were forced to come here or receive the letter grade of F for the day of academic tests." One of the voices coming from a sitting male teen shouts out loud with a laugh.

Principal Marshall gasps in shock and then stands upright from the front row, swinging around while searching for the rude teen, "That is not correct," he spins back around with a smile to view Judge Julia. "I have given each student the option of coming here to witness an actual court trial. Or each student can remain at the school and take the required academic examinations for the school session, Your Honor. However, if my eardrums continue to hear the tongue flap of unappreciated words, then the student can ride back to the school and take their required academic examinations instead. Today is a class field day, where each academic student receives the letter grade of A for each class course,"

Litisha continues to stand and spins around, sneering at Marshall. "That is both illegal and unethical. I will have you arrested for breaking the law and then slammed with a huge monetary fine for mistreatment of high school students. Yo need to return each student back to their academic class before..."

Sheriff Tommy Lee and his four police deputies stand against the rear wall and observe the crowd of teens for any trouble, but his acute pair of eardrums also hear each word that circulates around the courtroom. He slowly moseys ahead down the empty aisle, stops, and then stands beside the nose profile on Principal Marshall, who is his friend and his co-worker with the teens. He leans over and sneers into the face on Litisha. "Do you wanna repeat that verbal threat to me and Principal Marshall inside my jail cell, Attorney Litisha? Because, each Lacy Springs student is sitting here with a signed permission slip coming from their guardian or parent to attend a live court of law trial here at the courthouse, which is an educational field trip from the public school system. Also, the Alabama State Code for a high school institution of learning with number 13, section 1990, states that any high school principal can provide a planned and schedule academic day class for each high school, where the academic student will participate and receive a letter grade for the academic participation. This court of law event had been planned and confirmed last week. Now, if you wanna dispute the Alabama Sate Code, lady lawyer, then you need to remove your person from the current court trial and come with me, so we can go and visit with the local Lacy Springs district attorney. Your draw!" He nods with a smile.

Principal Marshall sits down with a laugh in the first padded chair with a smile.

On the prosecution table, Litisha spins around with a huff and stares at Judge Julia without sitting down in silence.

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods with a smile. "Please sit down. Thank you for coming back into my courtroom, teens and adults. The same rule applies here like yesterday. I see that the gallery is filled with young, eager minds of learning about law and order. Now, I do believe that we are to start. The prosecution always goes first and has a list of eyewitness for a simple paternal case. Each eyewitness will be sworn to tell the truth by the courtroom bailiff and then will sit inside the witness stand for each question. I will caution here. Each eyewitness must sit in the eyewitness stand when your named is called. Each lawyer will ask the eyewitness a number of questions. Attorney Litisha, please do what you wanna do first."

On the prosecution table, Litisha scoots off the bench, moves ahead, and stops, standing in the middle of the gallery floor with a smile, extending both arms sideways for drama, spinning around to face the audience inside the court gallery. "I call forth the personal medical physician that treats teenager Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth. The physician is named Dr. Howie Hamal. Please come up and stand beside me. The bailiff will swear you and your testimony into the courtroom."

On the first pew next to Arie, a short, dark-colored, brown-eyed, grayed-haired male slowly stands, moves ahead, and then enters the court galley, stopping in front of the bailiff. He wears a brown tinted business suit underneath his physician white coated coat. He quickly and quietly takes the swearing-in ceremony and then spins around, moving inside the witness stand, sitting down, staring with a nod to Flamingo.

Flamingo nods back with a smile.

Litisha rushes from the prosecution table and stops, standing beside the witness stands, nodding to the medical physician. "I will get right down to business, without any thought of mental pleasure. What is your professional medical opinion of Breck Freehurst McCory, the third, Dr. Hamal?"

Dr. Hamal turns and nods to Flamingo. "He is a healthy and sexually active, unmarried eighteen years old male."

"Is Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth the biological father of baby boy Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth?"

He turns and frowns at Litisha. "I cannot address that nasty tricky-dick medical question, without a valid clinical blood test that determines the matching DNA of both the infant and my teenage patient Flamingo."

She nods with a smile. "You are a licensed physician for the state of Alabama. Please explain the purpose of DNA matching as it is related to a son and his biological father."

He clears a throat with a smile. "First, the DNA from the child in a blood sample is taken and then compared to the DNA from the mother of the child. Genes that are present in the child but not present in the mother must belong to the biological father. These questionable genes are compared to the questionable father-donor. If the questionable genes match the genes of the questionable father-donor, then the male is the true biological father. If the questionable genes do not match, then he is not the biological father."

She nods with a smile. "Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth has refused to provide a specimen sample of his tongue spit or his blood protein. Could either one of those specimens be used to determine the father of the child?"

He nods. "Yes."

She nods with a smile. "Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth is one of three identical triplets. Could one of his identical biological blood-related brothers and one of their matching DNA specimens be used to identify the biological father of the baby boy Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth?"

Dr. Hamal nods with a smile. "Yes."

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia gasps in shock and turns to view the three high school teenagers. On the defendant's table, a row of three brothers sit and appear slightly different, but are three identical triplets. She has not thought to order a single body specimen coming from one of the other two existing triplet brothers, but that judgment legal decision would also be very complicated to implement here inside her courtroom. Anyways, she does not know the McCory family, since she resides within the city of Huntsville and only works here in the small cow town of Lacy Springs.

On the courtroom floor, Litisha turns and nods to the judge. "I do not have any more questions. I am finished with my first eyewitness, Your Honor."

Judge Julia turns and nods to the defendant's table. "Then, it is your turn, Attorney Toluene. Do you have any questions for Dr. Hamal?"

"No." Toluene continues to sit on the bench seat and stares with a smile down at her mobile telephone with a smile.

Judge Julia turns and smiles at the medical physician "You are excused from the witness stand, Dr. Hamal."

Dr. Hamal nods to Julia and stands, moving ahead, resuming his same chair next to Arie. He leans down and whispers something to Arie. She continues to stare at the back spine on Flamingo with her set of worried thoughts and feelings as an experienced mother and a newish grandmother. If only Flamingo would cooperate and donor some of his individual blood proteins, then the civil war battle would end within the McCory household. Arie has lost weight, her patience, and displays more gray hairs on her skull coming from the fighting with her son, whom she loves more than her life. She would never ask her two other sons to donate a blood protein either, since that would end the motherly relationships with her three sons.

Within two weeks, her three sons are going out to college, making her sad, happy, worried, depressed, and proud. Arie is happy to have meet AJ, the new man in her life, which will never replace her first husband or her three sons.

On the defendant's table, Breck looks down and sighs, reading the next page on the stack of loose papers, whispering for his eardrums only. "This stack of hard copy reports of paper have been collected and summarized by her attorney coming from numerous sources. This is a paper copy of Jeranda's personal information," he slowly flips through each page and marks it with a large symbol of X on the front of the report, which represents the word, useless, for Flamingo's current court trial. "A copy of her Alabama state driver's license that shows her name, her birth date, her home address, her driver's license number, and her physical description. The next page is a copy of her Social Security card and her personal dental and health insurance card, which is under the care of her mother Ferdome Exvanire, before Jeranda had her baby. This information is useless in helping Flamingo's defense."

On top of the courtroom floor, Litisha spins around to face the audience and tosses both arms in the air with a smile. "I call forth the first paid psychiatrist from the prosecution team that will evaluate the biological father, who is eighteen years old Breck Freehurst McCory, the third."

On the front row beside Principal Marshall, a tall and slender adult woman slowly stands with a smile and wears a bright yellow colored dress with a big blue flower on the front, displaying a head of brown hair, and a tone of pale skin. She stops and stands in front of the bailiff, whispering the sweating-in ceremony, back stepping from him with a nod in silence. She moves ahead and sits inside the witness box, staring at Litisha.

Litisha spins back around and nods to the first eyewitness. "I will not waste time and resources here, Your Honor. Please answer the question. What is the present state of mind and the mental capacity on Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth?"

The female adult nods with a smile to Litisha. "I am a licensed psychiatrist. I am named Musette. I know people, who have grown up with an estranged father. The child always resents the actions of the estranged biological father and has a hard time with an absent and misplaced estranged biological father also. If there is an attempt to reconnect with the child at a later day, then the child will never be really happy. However, Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth is a healthy and smart teen male, where he is more than capable in providing a lovely and safe home for his son, who is named after him, Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo swiftly stands upright from the hard bench seat with a sneer and jabs a finger at his paid and unknown Alabama state licensed psychiatrist. "I object whole-heartedly. This is a complete, clueless, conspiracy gathering theory in here. I am not the father of that child."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julie turns and frowns at Flamingo, slapping her gravel on the shiny wood. The sharp slap echoes through the room. She sneers. "Here! Here! I will have no such form of a vocal outburst or outbursts here inside my courtroom coming from anyone, including the defendant Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth."

Flamingo sits down with a sour frown, leaning over, mouth spitting into the cheekbone on Breck. "Breck, tell that bitch beside your elbow to object for me! That second bitch is drowning my reputation as a good southern gentleman."

Breck looks up from the stack of papers while hearing the words from the witness and his brother and then leans over, sneering into the cheekbone on Toluene. "You must object for Flamingo. He can't do it himself."

Toluene continues to sit and smiles down at her phone. "I will."

"You missed your opportunity a few seconds ago."

Toluene exhales with annoyance and breathes down on her phone. "You will learn if you are to become a lawyer, that you must choose your battles inside the courtroom. Litisha is going to win anyways."

"What!" Breck gasps. "What does that statement mean? Why is Litisha going to win this trial case? What information do you possess that my mother does not?"

On top of the courtroom floor, beside the judge's bench, Litisha stands sideways, so she can see the witness and the reactions on Flamingo, who continues to sit and sneer on the defendant's table. She does not want to see the reactions of her client Jeranda. Jeranda is happy now that the trial is commencing. The court trial should be over in a few more minutes. "What else would you like to add to your professional medical opinion, doctor?"

Inside the witness stand, psychiatrist Musette turns and winks at Flamingo. "I do not have any more additional information to add. I wish Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth to receive a big, fat bag of bad luck. To Jeranda, stick to your empty guns and your wise plan, honey! Your payoff is coming very soonest," laughing.

Litisha nods to Musette. "I have finished with my second eyewitness for the prosecution team, Your Honor."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and nods to the defense team. "Attorney Toluene, do you have questions for the second psychiatrist?"

On the defendant's table, Flamingo's lawyer Toluene continues to sit and stares down at her mobile telephone, typing on the tiny keyboard with a smile. "No ma'am!"

Judge Julia turns and nods to Musette. "You may leave the witness stand."

Inside the witness box, Musette nods back to the judge and stands upright from the hard wooden chair with a smile, slowly moving around, staring at Flamingo with a soft chuckle. Flamingo frowns without sound. Cinco sneers at Musette.

Breck looks down and sighs with worry, wiggling the blue tinted ink pen near the stack of papers. He reads the next page on the stack of loose papers and whispers for his eardrums only. "This is paper copy of her birth certificate that contains the name of the child, date and time of birth, the city, and the birth hospital place, the parents' name, the attending physician's name and signatures of each parent," he marks the page with a symbolic letter of X and then flips the sheet staring down at the next report with a gasp. "This is a paper copy of the baby's birth certificate. The baby was birthed in Birmingham Hospital and is named after Flamingo on February 4th, this year. She only signed the birth certificate, because she is the one of the two true parents, not my brother Flamingo." He looks up and stares at the eyewitness inside the witness box.

On top of the courtroom floor, Litisha slowly struts around the polished wood like a proud rooster and then stops, facing the audience, tossing both arms in the air. Flamingo frowns. Cinco laughs. Litisha shouts out loud and points at the next eyewitness. "I call forth a second psychiatrist, who had been paid by Arie McCory, the mother of Flamingo McCory."

On the second row in the audience gallery, a petite female stands upright from the chair with a smile and wears a mint green colored one-piece jumpsuit, a pair of fingerless gloves in dull red hue, strutting ahead on a pair of yellow tinted high heeled sandals. She enters the court gallery and stops, standing in front of the bailiff, performing the sweating-in ceremony with a soft whisper, spinning around to face the judge's bench and the witness stand. She enters the witness stand and sits down displaying a pair of bright pink tinted rimmed eyeglasses and a smile of crooked teeth on a tone of pale skin with a pixie hair style of brownish-gray. She wiggles side to side with a giggle inside the hard chair with a smile. "You need a new chair, Your Honor. This one is too hard on my tender a..."

"Thanks for the vocal suggestion, witness. Please, precede quickly, Attorney Litisha." Judge Julia frowns down at the hair roots of brownish-gray on the second licensed psychiatrist.

Litisha moves ahead with a smile and stops, standing sideways between the witness stand and the defendant's table while spying on Flamingo. "Please tell us your medical opinion on Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth.'

She slaps both hands onto the wooden railing inside the witness stand and nods with a smile to the audience of teens. "I am Zolly. And I am a licensed psychiatrist, who has been paid by Arie McCory, the mother of Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth. Miss Jeranda Exvanire should give the child up for adoption. Miss and Mr. McCory, the fourth is obviously not ready to handle a baby. This poor child is going to pay the price for the rest of his days and nights. If Miss remains unmarried and is the head of the household of two persons, one as a child, the odds of failure is against the child. The child has a greater chance of being a criminal and going to prison. The child had a greater chance of acquiring a mental illness. The child..."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo leans over and turns, facing Toluene, whispering over Breck. "Did you interview this quack doctor for my paternity defense?"

Toluene continues to sit and stares with a smile down at her mobile telephone. "She is a paid consultant for your trial case by your mother. I cannot remove her from the eyewitness stand. Don't bother asking or objecting. Anyways, it will look really bad for you. The judge and the jury of teens will think something is wrong or suspicious."

Breck growls at Toluene. "The licensed psychiatrist looks funny and is greatly disturbed and perturbed. Get her off the eyewitness stand!"

Toluene looks up and smiles at Zolly. "No."

Zolly continues to nod to the audience of teens. "When this child finally reaches adulthood, he will have a greater chance to commit suicide. That's death, not life here on Planet Earth anymore. This child has a great chance to become a drug addict..."

Flamingo stands upright from the chair and slaps his chest with a nod. "Look, Judge Julia! I do not take or purchase or own or receive any type of illegal substance or prescription medication, Your Honor. I am happy with my teenage life, right now. I have never had an inkling to commit suicide and leave my family members, my mother or my teenly life. Her verbal statements are dangerous, ridicule, and insulating to my eardrums and my neurons, ma'am."

"You are a well-spoken teenager, Flamingo. Your verbal comment has been noted and recorded in my courtroom. Please sit down, Flamingo!" The judge nods with a smile.

Zolly continues with a stern face. "The child has a great chance of acquiring an eating disorder. The child has a great chance of living in poverty, being physically abused and neglected by one or both parents. The child has a greater chance of becoming obese. In every possible way, the child is going to have a hard life, because flamingo did not bother to wear a condom before the fucking sex act. Now, he cannot be bothered to marry the young teen mother of Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth for some damn reason. O! Is a legal wedding ceremony with a married life a too perfect old-fashioned concept? I am sorry to report that there has been a raise in the shotgun wedding concept here within the US State of Alabama and throughout the USA, because of all young men, who are similar to you, Flamingo. You can half-josh about the Cunt-mother and the tiny baby and continue to tell your neurons that is not your kid, but your wandering dick made this happen." Some of the teens laugh. Some of the teens gasp. Arie gasps in shock. AJ sneers at Zolly. Judge Julia stares with a stern face. Each triplet softly performs a growling sound at Zolly.

On the court floor, Litisha nods with a smile. "Do you have anything else to add to your personal medical testimony, Zolly?"

Zolly smiles, "No."

She nods. "Thank you for your testimony in this fatherly paternity case. I am finished with the third eye witness for the prosecution, Your Honor."

Julia turns and nods down at the blonde hair roots on Toluene with a sigh. "Do you have any questions for the third eyewitness for your defendant, Attorney Toluene?"

"No ma'am," Toluene continues to sit and stares down at her mobile telephone.

"You may leave the witness stand, Zolly." Julia turns and nods to the second psychiatrist.

Zolly exits the witness box and resumes her previous chair inside the audience gallery in silence while watching the action inside the court gallery.

On the defendant's table, Breck looks down and sighs, marking a large blue tinted symbolic letter X on the page for worthless and flips the page. He reads the new page from the stack of loose papers and whispers for his eardrums only. "This is a hard copy report that shows the police history on Jeranda. O! She does not have a criminal history or a single parking ticket or a failure to appear in court or a failure to pay a traffic fine. And her driver's license is not revoked, suspended or expired," he marks the page with a large symbolic letter X for worthless and flips the page, reading for his eardrums only. "This report contains the vehicle registration which belongs to her mother Ferdome Exvanire, not Jeranda. O! That's why Jeranda does have a parking ticket or a failure to appear in court or a failure to pay a traffic fine or a criminal history with the local police department of Lacy Springs. And her driver's license is not revoked, suspended or expired. Her mother drives her kid everywhere the block," he chuckles.

On the top of the courtroom floor, Litisha slowly circles the wooden floor with a smile and then stops, facing the gallery. "Now, I call up into the eye witness box, Mrs. Arie Dunlap Balegreen McCory."

On the defendant's table, each triplet quickly stands upright from hard bench seat and turns at the same time to view their mother Arie. Arie slowly stands upright from the chair in the first row inside the galley pews and scoots inside the empty aisle space, pressing both nervous hands down her pair of blue jeans. She wears a pink colored tee shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, and her pink tinted cowgirl boots, slowly moving ahead and halts, opening the flap door.

At the defendant's table, Breck follows the motions of Arie and shouts out loud with confusion, "Mama!"

Cinco gasps in shock at her un-motherly behavior and shouts out loud also, "Mama!"

Flamingo stares at his mother with worry and confusion also. "Why is my mother speaking at my court trial today? She is my mother, not my enemy here."

Toluene continues to sit and looks up, nodding with a smile to Arie in silence.

Arie slowly moves ahead and stops in front of the bailiff. The bailiff offers the Bible and the words of the swearing-in ceremony for the new eyewitness within the paternity case.

Each triplet sits back down and stares at the back spine on their mother Arie in silence.

Toluene continues to sit and stares at the back spine on Arie. "Arie has received a legal subpoena from the prosecution team and must testify here today. She is not testifying against you, Flamingo. She is testifying as a mother of three sons and a grandmother of one grandson."

Flamingo leans forward, viewing the nose profile on Toluene, mouth spitting on the defense table surface "It has not been proven that she is a true grandmother, yet. Get her outta of this thing! Make this stop, lawyer!"

Toluene sits and stares at the witness stands. "I can't do anything."

Flamingo sits back and growls with annoyance that his mother is testifying at his paternity case.

Arie moves ahead and slides down into the eye witness box, staring at her son Flamingo in silence.

On top of the gallery floor, Litisha moves ahead, stops, and stands sideways facing the jury box, eyeballing Arie and Flamingo at the same time. She smiles at Arie. "I am not going to ask, if Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth is your biological son. Obviously, he is named after your deceased husband who was Breck Freehurst McCory, Junior. Did you know about a three-month-old baby boy who was named Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth, Mrs. McCory?"

Arie looks at Jeranda with a nod. "No."

"Have you ever met the mother of the child, eighteen years old Jeranda Exvanire?"

"No."

"Did you know about the mother of the child, Jeranda?"

"No."

"Did you son, Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth ever speak about Jeranda to you?"

"No."

"Is your biological son, Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth the true father of baby boy Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth?"

Flamingo swiftly stands upright with a sour frown. "No."

Cinco swiftly stands upright with a sour frown. "Do not answer that question, Mama!"

Toluene continues to sit and frowns at Arie. "Objection, Your Honor! A mother loves all of her children. However, a mother does not spy on her children for profit or greed, only love and worry. Anyways, I have already posed that baby question to Arie McCory. She does not know the answer either. So, you are wasting her time, my time, and the jury's time with that question."

Litisha spins around and gasps at Toluene. "What!"

Judge Julia frowns and stares down at the black colored hair roots on Litisha. "Attorney Litisha, have you ever heard the legal term: taking the Fifth. The Fifth Amendment within the US Constitution gives the defendant the right not to testify against his or her person. However, it is not written, but generally accepted that the Fifth rule will cover a guardian or a parent, when the defendant is a minor child, who is not legally an adult, yet."

Litisha points her manicured finger at Arie with a smile and a nod, viewing the judge. "But Mrs. McCory wanted to testify in her son's paternity court trial."

"Mama!" Flamingo swiftly stands upright from the bench seat and gasps at Arie.

Arie turns and nods to Flamingo with a smile. "Yes, I wanted to speak to my son. This seemed the only method of communication between us lately." In the first row, AJ continues to sit and watches while exhaling with worry, closing his eyelids with concern.

"Mama!" Flamingo sits down and looks down at the floor, shaking his nasty backwards baseball cap with annoyance and frustration with his mother Arie.

Cinco leans over and whispers into the eardrum on flamingo. "Look! I feel the same way. She received a subpoena. She can't resist the American legal system. Else, I read that our mama could go to jail or something worse. We don't want that for our mama, Flamingo, ever."

On the floor, Litisha spins back around and smiles at Arie. "Do you have anything to say to your son, at this moment in time? This is a great opportunity to perform that service here and now."

Arie turns and smiles at Flamingo. "I have three points of advice for my middle child. Be there for your child. Be there for your girl. Be there for yourself. You have made the biggest investment in life, a child. A child is the most precious investment of your life, Flamingo. When I held the baby in my arms for the first time, it was a magical moment that I will never forget in my life and will cherish forever. Trust yourself, Flamingo. It is not the pain, but the joy of a child that outweighs all of your misery and troubles. Have fun and enjoy with your new family and good luck from your loving mother."

Litisha stands sideways and nods to Arie, turning with a smile to view Flamingo. "Thank you for that set of precious and kind words to your biological son, Mrs. McCory." Jeranda starts to applaud. Litisha spins around and faces the rows of teens, tossing both arms in the air. Some of the teens starts to cheer and claps. Some of the teens boo and display their middle finger at Litisha. Flamingo frowns. Breck looks up and stares in silence at the dog and pony show. Cinco sneers at Litisha.

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia frowns and slaps her gravel on the wooden bench, "All right! That's enough here. I will have quiet inside my court room!"

At the defendant's table, Toluene smiles, "Whatever happens at the end of your court trial, remember this."

Breck continues to look down and marks the page with the letter symbol of X for worthless material in the court trial, flipping the page, reading the next page for his eardrums only. "The report is nicely types with the following words, no voter registration card, no marriage certificate, no divorce decree, no arrest record, no civil small courts legal case, no criminal court case, no juvenile court case, and no death records," he softly chuckles. "Okay. Jeranda is not a dead person and a boring teenager, like me," he marks a big letter symbol of X on the single page, flipping the paper, reading the new page in silence.

Flamingo turns and frowns at Toluene. "What am I to remember?"

"Don't boil the baby inside a cracked pot!" Toluene laughs out loud and stares at Arie.

Cinco frowns. "What is wrong with your lawyer?"

"Arrogant, over confident, rich, pick one!" Flamingo frowns.

Breck frowns down at the sentence of words on the new report. "Our mama paid her too much money. Now, she doesn't care about Flamingo's teen life."

On the court gallery, Litisha nods with a smile to Arie. "I have finished questioning the witness, Your Honor."

Judge Julia turns and nods to the defense attorney. "Do you have any questions for Mrs. McCory, Attorney Toluene?"

"No." Toluene continues to sit and stares down with a smile at the tiny screen on her mobile telephone.

"You are dismissed from the witness stand, Mrs. McCory." Judge Julia turns and nods to Arie.

Arie nods with a smile and exits the witness stand, slowly moving across the floor, staring at her son Flamingo, who is the father of a three-month-old baby.

On the defendant's table, Flamingo continues to stare down at the floor with a sour frown and a heart of fury, silently feeling angry at his mother Arie for testifying against his person, his words, and his heart. Arie should believe her son over any other stranger, including a lying face of a whore like Jeranda.

Breck looks up and stares with a smile and a nod to his mother Arie in silence. Cinco stares with a hiss at his mother Arie for interfering with the judgment of the baby's father, which is not his brother Flamingo.

Arie slowly exits the court gallery with a worried brow and returns back into her seat besides AJ. She leans over and whispers to AJ with her concerns. They softly engage in a private conversation about Flamingo.

On the courtroom floor, Litisha continues to priss around and then stops, facing the audience of teens with a smile, tossing her arms in the air. "I call forth my next eyewitness, who is named Wroclaw."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo looks up with puzzlement and then spins around, scanning the audience of teens. "Who is that dude?"

Breck looks up and frowns at the judge's bench, spinning around and views the audience of teens. "I don't know someone named Wroclaw. Is he a teenager at Lacy Springs High? I do not recognize that first or last name of a prior student."

Cinco spins around and frowns at the audience of teens also. "Me, too! I don't know a Wroclaw either. Is he a teacher at our school?"

On the prosecution side of the court audience, behind the prosecution table, a tall and skinny young adult male with a head of black hair, a tone of dark skin, and a pair of brown eyeballs, slowly stands upright from the first row with Principal Marshall. He wears a blue colored tee shirt, a pair of tan colored walking shorts, and a pair of green colored sneakers.

On the defendant's table, Toluene looks up and turns to face the audience of teens with a gasp, staring at the unknown male. "I don't know that asshole either."

Breck gasps in shock. "I thought you were supposed to receive a listing of all eyewitnesses from the prosecution team."

"I did."

Breck frowns. "And then you did not do you lawyering job like you're supposed to."

Each triplet spins around and follows the unknown male into the court gallery floor in silence.

The unknown young adult male slowly moves into the court galley, stops, and then stands in front of the bailiff and softly whispers the words to the swearing-in ceremony. He spins around with a smile and enters into the witness stands, staring at the audience of teen. Each pair of eyeballs stares back at him in shock and wonderment.

Litisha spins around from the audience, moves ahead, and then stops, standing sideways between the witness stand and the defendant table while spying on Flamingo, "Wroclaw, thank you for accepting and coming with my invitation inside the courtroom today."

On the defendant's table, "Object to Wroclaw," Breck leans over and sneers into the cheekbone on Toluene.

Toluene stares with a confused brow at the unknown young male, "I cannot now. I didn't know he was coming here today. So, he is present here and gets to testify."

"What is going to say on the witness stand?"

She gasps, "Uh! I don't know."

He exhales. "And you are Flamingo's paid lawyer. When are going to start working for the deposited and then cashed personal check from my mother?"

She giggles. "This is part of the lawyering stuff. You will quickly learn that, if you ever become a lawyer."

He spits out his mouth salvia on her smooth cheekbone. "Yes, I will become a lawyer. Then my mother and my farm and my two brothers and my future family will never, ever have to deal with an incompetent lawyer like you," Breck growls.

Toluene turns and gasps at the slightly red-tinted, angry face on Breck with worry.

In the witness stand, Wroclaw nods with a smile back to Litisha, "Thanks to you and your money. That's why I am here."

Litisha nods with a smile. "Please describe your personal teenly experience as a non-married father."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo swiftly stands upright from the bench seat and jabs a finger at the stranger. "Hey, man! I do not know your person. Who is your person? Why are you here inside that witness stand here at my court trial?"

Toluene turns and frowns at the new person, "Your Honor, who is this person?"

Judge Julia turns and frowns down at the brown tinted hair roots on the young adult male. "Who are you, unknown person? What are you doing here inside my court room?"

Litisha walks around the court galley and slaps both arms behind her back spine, saying with a smile. "He is a character witness for an illegitimate child, Your Honor. I wanted you to hear the story of the newborn baby, who cannot talk."

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia laughs out loud with some of the other teens. "Well, that is a first here inside my courtroom. I will allow this to proceed."

Toluene frowns. "Your Honor, why is this male with his non-related words proceeding here in my paternity case?"

She turns and nods to Toluene. "There is no harm in hearing his special baby story here. Please proceed!"

Litisha turns and nods to Wroclaw. "Tell us your story, Wroclaw!"

Wroclaw nods with a smile. "I was eighteen years old and still in the high school setting."

She laughs out loud and whips out the item from her jacket, holding her mobile telephone near her smile, swinging around to face the audience of teens. "Well, I do believe that rings with a familiar tone. And it ain't coming from my cell phone, folks!" Some of the teens laugh out loud. The other teens sound with a set of boos and hisses to Litisha.

Wroclaw stares with a nod and a stern face at Flamingo. "I viewed the intuition of marriage as a happening event in my future, not my present. My girlfriend became pregnant. Instead of marrying the mother of my child, I expressed my devotion to the child by being there when she took her first walk as a toddler. Then, there came her first tooth and her first word, which of course, was da-da. Me! I always wanted to something that was mine, something that I had made. And I got it with my child. I was very happy and I was not married. We never married. My child has brought purpose to my life taking care of my daughter. I was scared and nervous at first. It took a little time for me to talk about other strangers. I was not angry or distrusting of my current girlfriend. We are not married still, but we are good friends and share our daughter with total happiness. My daughter is the number one person in my life."

On the defendant's table, Cinco frowns, "Because he is not married to the mother of his child. My girl Babbie is the number one person in my life. If she became pregnant, we would deal with it, together."

Flamingo smiles, "Babbie is a fine girl, who will become a fine wife for you, Cinco."

"Damn right and proud of it, too!" Cinco nods with a grin at the witness stand with Wroclaw.

Breck looks down and sighs with frustration at the hired lawyer for Flamingo and the lack of good evidence for Flamingo's court case, whispering out loud the next page for his eardrums only. "This is a real estate property report for a physical home. Ferdome does not pay any type of property taxes. O! Ferdome does not own a home or a plot of land for her family; she has rented an apartment here in Lacy Springs and in the city of Huntsville," he marks the page with the blue tinted letter symbol of X for the worthless material in the present court trial, flipping the page, reading out loud the next page for his eardrums only. "This is a social welfare report. Geez! Ferdome has received payments from the Medicaid Government fund for each medical bill for her sick daughter Jeranda. And Ferdome currently receives a monthly social security check as a disabled person from the USA Federal Government. Really!" Breck looks up and turns sideways and then studies Ferdome with a whisper. "She doesn't like a disabled person," he looks back down and starts to mark the worthless page, gasping in shock. "The bottom of the provided social welfare report shows Flamingo's name. He is mentioned on the unpaid child support list here in Alabama without his knowledge or the knowledge of my mother or the sorry-ass paid lawyer's information. I need to show this to Toluene," he looks up and turns, staring at the nose profile on Toluene, exhaling with annoyance. "She is too busy with her damn texting fun, instead of helping Flamingo. It does really matter now. Flamingo is going to lose his paternity case today. There is not a single piece of physical or medical or mental or emotional or economic or spiritual evidence that shows that he is not the father of the cute baby with golden curls of platinum blonde like me and him and Cinco. This kangaroo court is only a fake presentation of nothing, where Litisha is insulting my guts and Toluene is pissing me off. Then, Flamingo, well, my mama will pay out all the money, to see her new blood-related grandson." Breck turns and stares at the nose profile on Flamingo.

Flamingo leans into Cinco and whispers about the court trial.

Cinco has been a good friend for Flamingo, siding with his brother, facing wrath from their mother Arie. However, Cinco does not relent or surrender his support for Flamingo, which is a good quality for a friend and a brother, unlike first born asshole Breck.

Breck exhales with worry and frustration about the paternity case and returns back, looking down at the social welfare report, marking the page with the letter symbol of X for the worthless material in the present court trial. He flips the page and whispers for his eardrums only the new information. "O! This page is a copy of her academic records. A school records is usually confidential and only is seen by the parents of the student. However, a person at the age of eighteen years old, which is Jeranda, must authorize the release of her personal school records, before the records can be viewed by another third party including her parents. The report shows the school district in the city of Huntsville and here in Lacy Springs. Jeranda is a very poor academic student in high school at Lacy Springs High. And she has dropped out of high school to birth the baby. That means, she will not graduate from high school, either. Now, I know the motion for attaching her baby to Flamingo, her permanent state of happiness and security with the money, honey."

On the courtroom floor, Litisha nods with a smile to Wroclaw, "Do you want to add anything else to your intriguing story, sir?"

Inside the witness stand, Wroclaw turns and stares with a smile and a nod to Flamingo. "Yeah, I wanna tell you that also, newish father Flamingo. A child is worth it. Enjoy your life as a father. I do."

Litisha soft claps with some of the teens and nods with a smile to Wroclaw. "Thank you for sharing your special story and your special message, Wroclaw. I do not have any more questions, Your Honor," she drops both arms at her side and spins around to see Toluene.

Judge Julia turns and frowns down at the blonde hair roots on Toluene. "Attorney Toluene, do you have any questions for the new eyewitness in this paternal case?"

On the defendant's table, Toluene continues to sit and look down, smiling at her mobile telephone. "No ma'am."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and nods down on top of the brown hair roots on Wroclaw. "You are dismissed from the witness stand and this case. Thank you for coming."

Wroclaw crawls out from the witness stand and then swiftly moves ahead, exiting the courtroom. He has received his money from Litisha and has finished his testimony for the morning.

On top of the court room floor, Litisha twirls around and then stops, winking at Jeranda, feeling good about the court trial. Jeranda nods with a smile back to Litisha. Litisha tosses both arms in the air and shouts out loud with a smile. "I call forth my next eyewitness, Miss Retta Jean."

"What!" On the defendant's table, Breck looks up and turns with a gasp, staring at Retta Jean, who sits inside the jury box.

Retta Jean wiggles side to side in silence and stares at Flamingo.

"How is that possible?" Flamingo turns and gasps at Retta Jean also.

Cinco turns and sneers at Retta Jean. "What the fuck is this now?"

Toluene looks up from her mobile telephone and turns with a smile to see Retta Jean. "Well, I'll be damned."

Breck whispers for his eardrums only. "One day, you will be," he softly chuckles at his high school friend. Litisha has made a huge mistake. No one messes with Arie McCory or Retta Jean Moore. These two ladies can take care of themselves and anyone else.

On top of the courtroom floor, Litisha continues to stands and jabs a finger with a smile at the jury box that holds three female teens including Retta Jean. "The senior smart AP student at Lacy Springs High School, Retta Jean had received a subpoena from the prosecution team, yesterday afternoon at her home. And she accepted the document and is..."

On the prosecution table, Breck turns and sneers at the cheekbone on Toluene, "Do something, lawyer!"

Toluene frowns. "I cannot do anything, if she really has a subpoena document from Litisha."

Judge Julia turns and nods to Retta Jean. "Do you have a subpoena, Retta Jean?" Retta Jean reaches down and lifts up a small piece of paper near her jaw line in silence. Julia nods to Retta Jean and then turns, exhaling with annoyance at Litisha. "Well, this is highly usual. However, I will allow it here inside my courtroom, because I rule here in my courtroom." The audience of teens swiftly stands and claps for the judge. Judge Julia turns back and smiles. "Retta Jean, you have my permission to leave the jury box as a juror and then assume a new role as the new eyewitness for the prosecution team. Don't be scared, young lady! I am here to protect the rights of teens from the evil thing here inside my courtroom," she laughs with the standing teens.

Retta Jean nods and exits the witness stand, moving ahead, entering into the witness stand, staring at the three triplets in silence.

Litisha moves ahead, stops, and stands sideways between the witness stand and the defendant's table while spying on Flamingo. "Do you know Mr. Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth?"

Retta Jean nods with a smile at Litisha. "Yeah, I know Flamingo. He is all right for a male," she laughs with the other teens.

Litisha frowns. "Did you go on a nightly date with Flamingo?"

"No."

"Did you go on any nightly date with Flamingo?"

"No."

Litisha laughs, "How interesting! Both of your neurons are highly marked within the same intelligence range. You and Flamingo would make a handsome couple."

Retta Jean growls at the lawyer. "What is your sick and mental mind game here? Where did you get that confidential high school information?"

Litisha waves the sheet of paper near her smile. "My secret but public information comes from your personal school record." Retta Jean turns and gasps with Flamingo. Litisha smiles with a nod at Retta Jean. "Do you see here? When you dare to participate within a legal game, you become part of the legal system, dear. Then, the nasty prosecution lady, which is me, gets to find out all kinds of shit that has crawled up your ass."

Retta Jean returns back and growls at Litisha. "You cannot intimidate me, nasty bitch woman. Yes. Flamingo and I are both smart and attend the same advanced academic program there at Lacy Springs High school. It is not against the law to be smart and to be friends, nasty, ugly legal lawyer," she laughs with the other teens.

Litisha frowns. "You are very, very smart. And college is very, very expense. Did you not receive a full scholarship from Mrs. Arie McCory to attend Burn University this coming June?"

"Yes."

"And are your teenly feelings and emotions both sweet and kind towards Mrs. McCory also?"

Retta Jean nods with a smile. "Yes, Arie is a nice woman and an excellent business lady."

"And is your biological father employed by Arie also?"

"Yes."

"Do you always call Arie, Mrs. McCory?"

On the defendant's table, Breck looks up with a gasp and leans over, mouth spitting in the cheekbone on Toluene, "Litisha is destroying her testimony and her character, assholette. Do something to stop that bench bitch, Toluene?"

Toluene continues to stare down at her mobile telephone. "Do you use that vile language and talk to me like that!"

"I can talk to you with or without a string of ugly curse words. My mama's money had been paid for you to take orders from me. You object to the line of questions, right now! Or I will realign your fucking two nose holes in front of eyewitness here inside the courtroom."

Toluene looks up with frown and wipes off her face with a sour frown, "Objection!"

Litisha spins around on the floor and faces Toluene with a smile. "What! What did you say to offend you or the young girl?"

Toluene turns and nods to Judge Julia. "Your Honor, Retta Jean is not a love interest here with Flamingo. That has been made very clear here. She is only a high school student that attends the super-smart AP classes with her super-smart ass classmate Flamingo. Her person and her testimony are irrelevant to this fatherly paternity case. Please dismiss the witness, Your Honor."

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods with a sneer to Toluene. "I will do that. And it has taken you too long with your lawyer's time for an objection with this line of questioning with a high school teenager, Attorney Toluene. You are dismissed, Retta Jean. You can go back and sit and pretend to be a juror back inside the jury box, dear."

Retta Jean swiftly stands upright from the hard chair and growls at Litisha, "Thank you, ma'am!" She exits the witness stand with a stern face of worry for Flamingo and swiftly returns back into the jury box, leaning over, whispering into the eardrum on her friend and high school student Messi.

On the defendant's table, Toluene gasps in shock and then hears the musical scale on her mobile telephone looking down, reading the text and then types on the tiny keyboard.

On top of the floor, prosecution lawyer Litisha slowly twirls around and then stops, winking at Jeranda on the prosecution table while feeling victorious.

On the prosecution table, Jeranda bounces up and down, softly clapping without sound and with a smile in silence. She knows the next step here in the court procedure, but it appears that Flamingo does not.

On the defendant's table, Cinco leans over and whispers into the cheekbone on Flamingo, staring at Litisha and then Jeranda. "Something bad is about to happen."

Breck turns and frowns at Cinco. "Why do you say that, bro?"

Cinco jabs a finger at Litisha and then Jeranda with worry, whispering to his two brothers, "The stupid behavior from a grown woman and the silly reaction from a stupid teen. Litisha is pulling a bunny rabbit outta of her ass next."

Breck gasps in alarm. "Litisha might be asking for the judge to rule here."

Flamingo nods with a stern face at Litisha. "She might be pulling a bunny rabbit outta of my ass next. I do not think my court trial is going my way like I have planned from the start."

On the top of the courtroom floor, Litisha tosses back her head and shouts out loud. "I call forth my next eyewitness. Her name is Violet," she looks down and laughs out loud, watching Violet in the audience of teens.

"Violet!" Flamingo swiftly stands upright from the bench seat with worry and spins around to face the audience of teens. Breck and Cinco both stand upright from the bench seat and spin around, looking for their friend Violet also, finding her.

On the last row inside the audience section, Violet sits between her parents and slowly stands upright from the chair, scooting off the last row of seats. Each hand reaches out and pats her back spine and as she looks down to view the dirty wooden floor and slowly moves ahead toward the court gallery with the judge, the jury box of teens, and nasty prosecution lawyer Litisha. It is obvious that Flamingo's lawyer can't do anything or isn't going to do anything to stop the court trial or aid Flamingo.

On the defendant's table, Toluene gasps in shock and stands upright from the shared bench seat, spinning around with a smile, viewing the pretty girl.

"Violet!" Breck leans over and sneers over the blonde colored hair roots on a short Toluene. "Litisha has called Violet to the stand. Stop this, assholette!"

Toluene sneers and watches Violet, wiping the mouth spit from her hair roots. "My name is not assholette, first. Second, I cannot dismiss an eyewitness, especially, since she wears a beautiful three caret diamond ring that represents the fiancé of Flamingo," she turns and winks at Flamingo." Did you f... ?"

Flamingo turns and sneers at Toluene. "Fuck off, asshole! That's a private question for me only."

She laughs with a nod. "This is a good example of what happens when you get what you want."

Breck hisses at Toluene. "What does that mean?"

She tosses her hands in the air with a smile. "You requested a jury box of peers, teenagers. So, only a teenager can testify in a teenly court of law, Flamingo. I thought you were some kind of genius. I guess, you're just another dumbass high schooler, without real life knowledge. Good thing, you're going to college to learn something for a good paying job," Toluene turns and watches Violet. "Anyways, I was only wondering if there is a second paternity suit coming..."

"Asshole," Flamingo leans over and collides into the rib cage on Breck while trying to kill his lawyer with a pair of bare hands with a sneer.

Breck wobbles a little from the body collision but maintains his upright stance as he is the same height and weight with his brother Flamingo. He reaches over and hugs the chest on Flamingo while holding Flamingo from killing his own lawyer.

Cinco spins around and tosses both arms in the air, waving at the judge with a smile, "Your Honor, over here! Hey, Your Honor! I need to piss in the men's bathroom, Your Honor. I wanna go and do it, but I don't wanna miss all the nasty action here inside your courtroom."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and smiles at the teen, nodding with a grin. "Neither, do I. Very well! I need a cold, tall beverage right now. I do believe that each attorney with their client also needs a cold, tall beverage also. We are dismissed for fifteen minutes. Then, we all will return back and resume the court trial for the paternal case. Everyone, go and take a break like me," she stands and stretches her arms, turning and then exits the courtroom.

On the first row of occupied chairs, AJ swiftly scoots away from Arie, stops, and then leans over, reaching out, grabbing onto the red colored vile-worded T-shirt, bad-breathing at the cheekbone on Flamingo. "What's going on here, Flamingo? This is not a rumble of fists."

Flamingo points and frowns with worry, saying with a sissy voice. "Violet is going to testify on the eye witness stand."

He twists the fabric on Flamingo's shirt between his pair of strong hands, nodding with a stern face. "I possess excellent vision, also, Flamingo. This is a court of law. You can end all of silly mess, right now. Tell me! I will tell the judge that you wanna take the paternity test."

Flamingo looks down to see the floor and the ceiling, and finally to view AJ. "I love Violet and my mama and my brothers and you, AJ. But this is about me. Naw! I refuse to take any blood test from my body or my pinky finger. I am not the father of that child. I told the truth. And everyone will hear the truth told today in this courtroom."

He releases the T-shirt and then shoves Flamingo backwards with a stern face, "All right! Please, try to behavior like a set of young adults, not young mammals. This is also hard on your mother. She is torn between the love of an innocent baby and her three sons. Good luck, Flamingo! I'm rooting for you, also."

Cinco spins around and shoves Flamingo toward the edge of the bench seat. "Thanks, AJ! Even if Flamingo doesn't say it, he thinks it. Get moving off from this long-ass bench seat! I really do gotta piss, before your court trial re-starts again."

AJ steps backward from the railing and the triplets and scoots down the row of seats, standing in the aisle, waiting on Arie. Arie slowly moves ahead with the other teens and exits the

On the defendant's table, Toluene moves off the bench seat and tosses both arms in the air, holding her phone, pointing toward the forward wall. "Everyone, follow me! We're going towards the forward wall and entering the meeting room to quickly meet, before the fifteen-minute deadline," she spins around with a chuckle and faces the forward wall that holds the judge's bench and the witness stand, moving between the witness stand and the jury box.

Cinco dashes ahead and shoves some of the teens away from his tallness, exiting the courtroom for the men's bathroom.

Recess break

Meeting room location

10:31 pm

Toluene leads through the court galley and moves ahead toward a hidden door on the side wall. The triplets, their mother Arie and their non-family member AJ follows behind the back spine Toluene. They all disappear behind the closed door.

Inside the hallway of gray paint and wooden floor, Toluene continues to move ahead with a smile, turns, and enters into a side open door in silence.

Breck enters the room next and surveys the space with a smile. "Is this one of the prison cells?'

Toluene stops and stares at the side glass window that displays a garden of flowers and a pond of water. "No. This is a meeting room."

"Why are we here? Why are we meeting? What is the issue here?" AJ moves ahead and stops, standing behind a small circular table, staring at the lawyer. Arie moves ahead and stops beside AJ at the same conference table while staring out the glass window with deep worries about Flamingo and the paternal court trial.

In front of the glass window of bright sunlight and white clouds, Toluene spins around from the pretty day and nods to each person with a stern face. "The judge has called this recess, before the prosecution calls up its last eyewitness."

AJ frowns. "Who is the last eyewitness in the court trial?"

Toluene nods to Flamingo. "The last eyewitness is always the guilty party, which in this case is Flamingo."

Breck frowns, "O yeah! I knew that."

Toluene exhales. "I will clarify and explain to each one of you. The mathematical odd that the judge rules in favor with Flamingo is zero to negative one thousand."

Flamingo nods with a stern face. "I understand all of that. We still proceed with my on-going court trial, until it is not on-going anymore."

She frowns. "The mathematical odd that the judge orders a paternity test is one hundred percent on your butt-hole, Flamingo."

He nods. "I don't give a damn, assholette. We still proceed with my on-going court trial, until it is not on-going anymore."

She nods. "The mathematical odd that the judge rules Flamingo as the father of the paternity case is one hundred percent."

Flamingo frowns. "I understand all of that. We still proceed with my on-going court trial, until it is not on-going anymore."

Toluene turns and frowns at Arie. "Arie, you have been very quiet standing over there."

"Yeah, and I wonder why." Flamingo turns and sneers with fury at his mother.

Cinco returns into the meeting room, after his pissing action, and collides into stationary back spine on Flamingo, reaching out, hugging his brother from an angry verbal fight with his mother Arie or his friend AJ or his brother Breck.

Tenses are high and emotions are filled with fury.

In front of the window, Toluene nods with a stern face. "Arie and Flamingo, this is not an idea court case here today inside this courtroom. By admission of electing not to sit and test for a common fatherly paternity test, Flamingo is admitting a silent plea of guilt within every pair of eyeballs and each pair of eardrums."

Flamingo huddles with Cinco and jabs a finger and growls at his lawyer. "I'm innocent here. I want to precede with my on-going court trial, until it is not on-going anymore, bitch lawyer."

"Innocent, before guilt, ain't that right, Breck?" Cinco sneers at Toluene.

Breck exhales with a whisper in both confusion and worry, softly saying. "Yes." He feels both dumb and puzzled. He plans to attend college and then enroll in law school becoming a lawyer as his chosen career path while supporting and defending his mother and his farm in a court of law on any type of legal case that might arise during his life time while living as an adult here in Lacy Springs. Now, his neurons are empty and his heart is confused.

Flamingo is the biological father of the baby boy but refuses to set and take a fatherly paternity test. The baby appears exactly like Flamingo and his two brothers, who are a set of identical triplets. The baby possesses a head full of blonde colored curls, a pair of piercing blue eyeballs, and a tone of pale skin like Flamingo.

His mother Arie is secretly thrilled and is outwardly worried about Flamingo and the infant child. She wants her son Flamingo happy and the child safe within a good home, which is her personal house at the McCory cow ranch. She possesses numerous bank account of money as a rich billionaire, which will make that dream come true for both her, Jeranda, and the baby.

As a matter of true, the mother of the child, the child, and the grandmother are currently living inside a small two-bedroom house that Arie owns which is located on the edge of the property. So, the child is safe and warm and fed and clothed.

However, Arie desires to hold a proper family social environment for her new grandson with her three biological sons and her new boyfriend AJ, but Flamingo is becoming the troublemaker here.

Flamingo has been shouting out loud and fury towards his set of angels and the rest of the angels in heaven that are listening that he is not the father of the child.

However, Arie does not believe her son. She knows that Flamingo is really the wild-ass teen among her triplets. Actually, she has been expecting and planning for this happy day, so she is not totally shocked or surprised, after birthing three handsome and independent sons.

A teen male and female love to mate with numerous sex acts.

Arie has plenty of money and property and time to enjoy an illegitimate grandson. Flamingo does not have time for a newborn son or daughter or baby as he is preparing to leave his home and attend the college environment for a better life and future job. Arie will not stop Flamingo and will not insist upon a church wedding either.

Flamingo is extremely smart and driven to become a licensed medical physician. And he will succeed with that childhood dream without the company of his biological baby or a marriage ceremony with the biological mother of his child either.

Arie continues to stand and cuddles with AJ, wearing a stern face while hearing the old information, worry about her sons.

Outside the meeting room, the closed wooden door of dull white paint sounds with a firm knock. The entrance door cracks open and reveals the stern face on the bailiff. "The judge has called the defendant's team back into the court gallery. The fifteen minutes has finished. She is waiting at the judge's bench for Flamingo and his lawyer," he nods with a stern face to Toluene and spins around, leading the parade of people through an empty hallway.

The triplets, AJ, and Arie slowly spin around and move ahead in silence, following the back spine on the bailiff back into the courtroom. They exit the meeting room.

In front of the glass window, Toluene moves ahead through the empty room with a smile and whispers for her eardrums only. "Finally, this is about to end. Then, I can go on my earned two-week long fun vacation at the Florida beaches with my husband, Yeah!" She exits the meeting room without closing the door and enters into the courtroom.

The bailiff stops and stands beside the open archway, guarding the doorway, waiting for Toluene. He watches the gallery of guests and lawyers for any trouble.

Court gallery location

Eye witness stand setting

11:01 am

Each teen, adult, and police officer has returned back into the audience section inside the courtroom and nosily wiggles inside an individual hard wooden chair. Some teens talk on their individual mobile telephone. Other teens talk with each other. Arie and AJ move ahead and sit on first row with the sets of parents for Violet, without speaking to them, and stares at each sour puss face on each one of her sons.

The triplets slowly scoot back with a sour frown onto the shared bench seat at the defendant's table and stare at the witness stand with a gasp of shock.

Violet sits inside the witness stand and looks down at the wooden railing without seeing her friends or her fiancé, nervously twirling her engagement diamond ring around her finger with worry. When she had arrived home to her house, there was a police officer waiting for her. Then he handed her a subpoena to testify for the prosecution team. Violet is not afraid to testify as she does believe in the justice system in America. She is internally and emotional angry and mad at her fiancé Flamingo for not taking the common paternal blood test to find out if the baby is his child. She is worried that the baby is his child.

Violet had been present during the court event yesterday while listening to each one of her high school friends while they had continued to gossip about Flamingo and the cute baby with a head of blonde curly locks and a pair of blue eyeballs.

Each one of her friends still continue to argue that Flamingo does not want to offer up his tongue spit or his blood protein or his dick sperm for the paternity fatherly test at the hospital medical center genetics testing office, because he really is the father of the baby. The paternity fatherly test is rated at ninety-nine percent with accuracy that tattles the biological father, or mother, if that is the case. Flamingo, once, had a nasty teenly reputation for fucking a different teen female each weekend, since the age of fourteen years old, before he met and wooed his virgin bride Violet. So, the mathematical odds are in his favor for getting one female teen girl pregnant with his baby. And the odds have beaten Flamingo this month.

Violet has also discussed the delicate baby situation with her parents. She and they agree cancelling the engagement with Flamingo. He will be too busy in college classes and entertaining his newborn son while ignoring the needs, wants, and dreams with Violet.

Inside the witness stand, Violet continues to stare down at the wooden railing without looking at her pretty engagement ring, wiping off the tears, softly sobbing with a broken heart with her eighteen years of life.

After her upcoming testimony from that nasty lawyer Litisha, Violet is leaving the courtroom with her parents. Her parents have informed Principal Marshall, who agrees with that decision and has also exempted Violet from her set of final examinations on Thursday school session. Violet will graduate from high school, without honor, like a regular student, and then receive her high school diploma on Saturday morning, instead of Friday night with the other senior students. She is too embarrassed for her person and too angry with Flamingo to show up for her high school graduation ceremonies and walk beside Flamingo. Her parents and Principal Marshall agrees with Violet's difficult teenly decision that has rocked her world upside down.

Violet is going to concentrate her energies and her mind on a new adventure, the college scene without her fiancé Flamingo and his two brothers.

Julia sits inside her judge's bench and jolts down a set of notes from the current witty and entertaining court trial with a set of teens in silence. This court trail has been a unique experience for her present judgeship. However, she clearly sees the final outcome or the verdict for the baby, the mother, and the father. The court trial is nearing closure. After the final verdict, Julia is taking the rest of the business day off from work. Her judgeship calendar is cleared for the afternoon and late evening hours. She is going home, swimming in the pool, relaxing from the tense day while thinking about her two happy children, who are two adults.

On the prosecution table, Litisha sits at the shared bench seat with her client Jeranda and Ferdome. She wiggles side to side with excitement for her upcoming victory over the McCory family clan, turning to smile at the triplets on the defendant's table. She has lived here in Lacy Springs and also has heard about the infamous McCory clan, without meeting or socializing with any member of the clan.

Arie McCory is a very strange woman, who guards and protects her farmland and her three sons in privacy and secrecy, without her dead husband. However, each teenage son is a truly a spoiled asshole that rules the cow town of Lacy Springs with an expensive automobile, a teenly attitude, a pod of friends, and numerous bank accounts of money.

However, Litisha is having her day in court instead along with her fifteen minutes of national glory and fame. She has called one of her friends that work at the local television station in Huntsville to come here to Lacy Springs and film the legal victory verdict of the poor girl over the local rich family clan. Jeranda will get her fame and her revenge also. Litisha will receive her final recognition and the reward of her profitable law practice and lots of money, to boot.

On the prosecution table, beside her lawyer Litisha, eighteen years old and single mother Jeranda turns and stares at the nose profile on Breck as he blocks the nose profile on Flamingo. She bounces up and down with a smile of giggles, reaching over, gently tapping her hand at the naked arm on her mother Ferdome. Jeranda will finally live the luxurious life for her person and provide a wonderful life for her baby, even if Flamingo refuses to marry her. She is living in a small house at the edge on the McCory farm property. But that is all about to change in a few more minutes. Then Jeranda will be living inside the McCory cow ranch homestead with Flamingo and Arie. Arie comes and stays for hours with Jeranda while, holding, feeding, bathing and cooing over the baby. She enjoys the benefits of a newish grandmother.

Sitting beside her daughter Jeranda, Ferdome continues to rock the stroller from time to time and stares down at her new grandson while mentally celebrating her upcoming new lifestyle. She will not live at the McCory cow ranch homestead with her daughter Jeranda and her grandson. Ferdome will peacefully continue to stay and live inside the small house with the comforts of a nice home on the edge of the McCory property while Arie and Arie's money takes care of her aging body for the rest of her days.

Toluene exits the open archway into the courtroom, stops, and slides down onto the shared bench seat with a gasp at witness stand, that holds Violet. She exhales with confusion and stares at Judge Julia, who is quite a different personality. So, Judge Julia has eliminated the walk of embarrassment for Violet. She feels sorry for the teen girl that wants to still marry asshole Flamingo, who is really going to be awarded the title of a newish father in deed or in child support.

Toluene rubs her sweaty face and looks down with a frown at the wooden table. The court trial with a pod of silly teenagers has almost ended for the morning without receiving a tongue slashing from Arie. Toluene enjoys arguing and fighting with each son, who can't compete with her brilliant lawyer's mind or her vast amount of law experience. However, the set of triplets are three smart high school kids that love their mother and protect each other. She admires that loving family trait which works sometimes in real life. However, it does not work here. Breck or Cinco could not protect their brother Flamingo and his wandering dick from creating a baby. So, Flamingo is finally receiving his just rewards coming from his fun, carefree, teenly lifestyle as a spoiled rich kid.

"Tough shit!" Toluene whispers for her eardrums only with a smirk, looking up and stares at the jury box of teen. Each teen continues to sit and socials with each other while reminding clueless about the real purpose of court trial for a true criminal. She whispers for her eardrums only with a soft snigger. "And the jury box of teens is a row of high school farts also."

However, maybe, each high school student will attend college or get a working job and then learn more about the real world.

At the moment inside the courtroom, Toluene is not worried about any of the teenagers. She is pondering her trip to the Florida sunshine and white tinted beaches with her husband.

On the forward wall, the bailiff closes the door and back steps, sitting inside the shadow of the wall corner on top of the hard high stool, watching the gallery of guests, lawyers, and clients for any trouble.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia drops the ink pen down on top of the paper and reaches over, grabbing the gavel, slapping the item on top of the polished wood. She looks up with a smile at the audience of teens, adults, and police officers. "We all have returned back into the courtroom. Now, I am ready to re-start the court session. Please proceed with your next witness, Litisha. O! Violet has already been sworn to tell the truth and is sitting inside the witness box for my convenience."

On the prosecution table, Litisha swiftly slides off the bench seat with a smile and quickly approaches the witness stand. She stops and stands between the witness box and the defendant's table, facing the jury box while spying on Flamingo and the witness. "Violet, do you know a teen male, who is named Flamingo?"

"Yes." Violet continues to sit and looks down at the wooden railing, swiftly twirling the three-caret diamond engagement ring on her finger with nervousness, softly sobbing with her broken heart.

On the defendant's table, Cinco nods with a smile. "This is good. Violet is going to only answer with the single word, yes or no. She's a good eyewitness."

Flamingo stares with worry at the red hair roots on Violet. "I don't know, Cinco. She is not looking at me. I do believe this testimony procedure is hard on her and me."

Breck stares with a stern face at Violet in silence while praying for her mercy from Litisha.

Beside the witness box, Litisha smiles at Violet, "How do you describe teen male Flamingo? Use as many words as possible, Violet," she turns and smiles at Flamingo.

"Nice."

Litisha turns and smiles down at the red colored hair roots on Violet, "Are you dating teen male Flamingo?" She turns and spies on Flamingo.

"Yes."

She returns back and views Violet with a smile, "How interesting! Is Flamingo nice and civil to you during each one of your dating nights?"

"Yes."

She gasps. "Did he...?"

On the defendant's table, Flamingo swiftly stands upright from the shared bench seat and tosses both arms in the air, shouting out loud with fury at the judge, "Objection!"

Litisha spins around with a smirk and views Flamingo. "Why?"

Flamingo frowns. "Violet does have to answer that posed illegal and personal teenly question. Everyone knows the answer, which is none of your business, bitch." The audience of teens sound with a series of claps, hoots, whistles, boos, hisses, and foot stomps.

Judge Julia slaps the gavel onto the wooden surface and shouts out loud. "Quiet here in my courtroom right now." Each teen in the audience slowly ceases their vocal sound. She frowns. "Flamingo, I do not know the answer. Sit back down, Flamingo! Violet, answer the posed question."

Litisha smiles and views the red colored hair roots on Violet. "Did he...? Have you...?"

Violet continues to sit and stares down at the wooden railing, wiping off the tears, sobbing with a soft voice. "Ma'am, I am still a virgin."

Litisha turns to see Flamingo and laughs out loud, "How interesting! So, Mr. McCory, the fourth has dated your pretty ass, but he has not fucked your virgin pussy."

Flamingo swiftly stands upright from the bench seat and sneers at the judge, "Your Honor, I object to this line of vile and foul language toward my fiancé Violet. She wears a diamond engagement ring on her left hand. We are engaged to marry. We will marry after we both graduate from college. Now, you all fuckingly know the answer."

Litisha returns back and nods to the judge. "Well, I am only using the same nasty slang that all the other redneck males and females use there at Lacy Springs High School, Your Honor. Since, this is a nothing, but a high school reunion here inside the court auditorium."

Judge Julia sneers. "I will not tolerate a single or a string of curse words from anyone, including you, Litisha. Now, if you do not have a set of nice and pleasure questions for this teenager, then I will ask her to leave."

"Yeah, I do, Your Honor," Litisha turns and smiles at the red colored hair roots on Violet. "Do you have a set of future plans to marry Mr. McCory, the fourth, Violet?"

Violet continues to stare down at the wooden railing and wipes off her tears. "Yes."

"How interesting. Are you and your fiancé planning to go to college?"

"Yes."

"How interesting. What you like to add any more words to any of my vocal statements?"

"No."

"How interesting. I am done now. This is your eyewitness, Toluene, if you dare to question the teen." Litisha spins around with a smile and tosses her arms in the air, swiftly moves back to her shared bench seat with Jeranda. They both turn and stare at Toluene and Flamingo.

On the defendant's table, Breck continues to sit and leans over, staring at Violet, growling at Toluene. "Do not ask her a question."

Toluene gasps at Violet, "Why not? Violet is a hostile witness against your brother Flamingo and his paternity case. She has admitted that she and he dated, but didn't fuck. Now, Flamingo is the father of a child of another teen female. This all looks bad to the judge."

Breck sneers. "The jury box of teens is going to determine, if Flamingo is to become a father, not the judge."

She laughs out loud and then slaps her mouth with a hand. "You are so naïve about real life, future young attorney."

Breck gasps in alarm. "What!"

Flamingo leans down and turns with a sneer to view Toluene, loudly whispering to his lawyer. "I didn't fuck Violet and I am not that baby's father. No! Do not ask her a single question, bitch."

Toluene exhales with annoyance at each verbal order coming from the nice set of teeth on the spoiled rich kid and turns to view the judge. "I have no questions for the witness, Your Honor." Her mobile telephone sings with a musical scale for a new text message. She whips out her mobile telephone and types on the tiny screen, reading the message with a smile in silence.

On the top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and nods down at the red colored hair roots on Violet. "You are dismissed from the witness box, Violet."

Violet swiftly slides off the hard chair from the witness stand and quickly dashes without seeing Flamingo, hiding her face. She sobs with more tears of unhappiness and embarrassment.

On the defendant's table, Flamingo swiftly stands upright from the bench seat and gasps in worry, stretching out both of his arms toward Violet, who does not stop to talk with him. He drops his arms and then slowly swings around, following the back spine on Violet, who moves through the flap door and into the open arms on her mother, sobbing with tears. The parents of Violet cuddle their upset and unhappy daughter, swiftly moving ahead, leaving the courtroom.

The entrance door slams shut by Sheriff Tommy Lee in silence.

On the defendant's table, Flamingo continues to stand and stares at the closed door with sadness and worry regarding his girl Violet. His pair of blue tinted eyeballs shift and stare at Tommy Lee for help with worry. Tommy Lee stands beside the closed door and the rear wall, nodding with a stern face back to Flamingo in silence.

Breck looks down and continues to read the next page from the smaller stack of loose papers. The marked pages with a large hand-drawn blue tinted symbolic letter X is slowly piling high in-beside his elbow. He slightly wiggles the blue tinted ink pen in his hand with anticipation and whispers for his eardrums only. "This is a hard copy report shows each US Federal and State of Alabama income taxes form that has been filled out and filed by Bama working citizen Ferdome Exvanire. Wow! Ferdome did work for my mama last year. She was a cleaner, who worked inside some of the kitchen houses on the farm, where she was paid for the year twenty thousand dollars. I admit that is not a lot of money for two people. However, this is America, the land of opportunity. And my mama as an employer provides a free education to any person that wants to go and attend college classes and improve their personal lifestyle and future income at the farm or with another employer. There is not an excuse for a free ride to college. I wonder if I need to show this report to someone besides Toluene," he looks up and sees an empty witness stand. Violet has left the courtroom with her tears of unhappiness and worries about Flamingo. Breck turns and stares at the waistline on Flamingo and whispers for his eardrums only. "Yeah, I am worried about you, too, Flamingo. But, right now, it is not a good time to show this particular report to anyone," he looks down and gasps in shock at the new information on the same report. "Ferdome had quit the McCory Farm ranch in the month of May last year, probably right after finding out that Jeranda had become pregnant with Flamingo's child and then applied and received a monthly Social Security check from the US Federal Government to pay her living expenses. I wonder if this is some good evidence for Flamingo's defense. I don't know. I'm not an attorney. And I can't ask my attorney as she is a dumbshit," he looks up and views Litisha with a gasp of alarm.

Cinco swiftly stands upright from the shared bench seat and spins around, cuddling his brother Flamingo with worry, nodding to Tommy Lee. He leans over and whispers into the cheekbone on Flamingo with a smile. "Violet is okay. She needs time to digest this shit, like me. You are strong and have studied about a variety of topics for years. You adapt well to new shit. Me and Violet, we just didn't. We need time to sort out this shit with our immature and confusing teenly feelings, Flamingo."

Flamingo stares at the closed door and exhales with worry, softly saying. "I guess so."

He shakes the body on his brother with courage and strength. "I know so. Sit down, Flamingo. Let's get this over and done with. Then, you can go and get Violet. Ya'll should take a trip into the wilderness and have a private fun picnic lunch. School is out for all of us. Each one of us receives the letter grade of A for each final examination. Hell, I can fail the rest of my academic tests on tomorrow morning and afternoon and still pass and graduate with the letter C of grade. This has been the best part of your court trial, getting out of all of my final, final senior academic examinations, Flamingo," he softly chuckles.

He exhales with worry about his girl Violet and frowns with annoyance at his brother Cinco. Life is not getting out of shit but accepting shit and then working with the shit and finally solving the shit. Else, life will be too easy to do nothing and create too many lazy-ass people.

"Yeah," Flamingo spins around with a soft moan and sits down, staring with a sour frown at the judge.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia stares with a stern face at the closed door, where the teen girl and her set of parents have used to leave the courtroom. She turns and sneers at Litisha, who is personally responsible for suggesting a court trial with a group of innocent and inexperienced teenagers.

Last week, May 8th within a heated Friday afternoon, inside her judge's chamber, Julia had objected with fury to the idea of a teenly court trial. Instead, she would listen to both sides of the story from each teenager and then rule with her head.

If the father of the child still had refused to take a paternity test for his proof of non-fatherhood, then the state law had been clear. Flamingo would become the father of the child.

However, the two lawyers had worked together and shared their brilliant idea for the good of their individual clients.

Since, eighteen years old, high school senior student, and possible future father Flamingo McCory had refused to offer his body fluids and test for the paternity test, which was a common method of identifying the genes of the baby.

Julia had not been keen on the concept but had felt that the teenly court trial would provide a valuable life-lesson for each attending high school teenager, including the newish father Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth.

So, she had nodded her skull, displayed a fake smile to each lawyer, and then had prepared for an upcoming teenly court trial for the first time.

Currently, inside the courtroom on top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia sneers at the terrible situation with the affected young teens. "Call your next witness, Litisha!"

On the prosecution table, Litisha swiftly slides off the bench seat and stands upright on top of the matching red tinted walnut floor, pointing at the witness stand with a smile, slowly moving ahead. Jeranda slides off the shared bench seat and quickly prisses ahead of Litisha with a giggle of teenly confidence and her girly victory. Litisha follows behind the back spine of Jeranda with a smile and continues to point at the witness stand. "I call forth my next eyewitness Miss Jeranda Exvanire."

Jeranda stops and slides down into the witness chair, slapping both of her palms on top of the wide wooden railing. She stares with a smile at Flamingo. Now, this is her turn to tell her personal and tragic story about her sorry-ass life and her adorable baby boy.

On the defendant's table, Toluene continues to sit and looks down with a smile, typing on her mobile telephone while ignoring Jeranda.

Breck, Flamingo and Cinco stare back and softly sneer at Jeranda.

Litisha stops and stands sideways with her marked infamous pose, facing the jury box, turning to smile at Flamingo and then back to her client Jeranda. "Please, describe your personal teenly story with the other teens that are located here inside the courtroom, Jeranda." She returns back and spies on Flamingo.

Inside the witness stand, Jeranda wiggles side to side and lifts up her hand, hiding her mouth, wiping off her wet nose. She clearly speaks out loud for each pair of eardrums, "I went through this a series of terrible, horrible hours of labor pains, all alone. I was afraid and scared and frightened. I was an emotional wreck with the thoughts of raising my baby, all alone. Then I experienced a miracle."

"O brother!" Flamingo stares and frowns at Jeranda.

Breck leans over with worry and whispers into the cheekbone on Flamingo. "Are you talking to me, bro?"

Flamingo whispers back, "Naw. I'm referencing that bitch in the witness box. Women have been birthing babies since the cave-women days."

Breck exhales, "Yeah, right!" He looks down and marks the current page with a blue tinted symbolic letter X for a worthless documentation, flipping the page and whispers for his eardrums only. "This is a hard copy of her outstanding bills including an overdue mobile telephone invoice and three invoices for a set of new clothes," he looks up and stares at the clothes on Jeranda. "She purchased a set of new clothing. She wears a gray tinted business suit with a white blouse, looking professional and polished to the judge." He frowns. "No. She is looking professional and polished for the judge, yeah right," Breck turns and views the nose profile on Toluene, whispering for his eardrums only, "Hell, no."

Toluene continues to sit on the edge of the shared bench seat and smiles down at the tiny screen on her mobile telephone without helping her client Flamingo or objecting to any comments coming from Jeranda.

Breck turns and views his two brothers, whispering for his eardrums only, "Hell, yeah," Each brother bumps their heads and whispers about Jeranda and her comments in private.

He spins around and views his mother Arie, gasping with alarm, whispering for his eardrums only, "Hell, yeah." Arie cuddles with her fiancé AJ and wears a smirk, staring at Jeranda. AJ continues to exhale and then inhale a set of deep breathes with silent worry. Breck frowns and whispers for his eardrums only, "Hell, yeah."

Breck slowly completely spins around and scans the audience of teens, wearing a stern face, recognizing all the teens from his high school. Some of the friendly teens toss a hand wave or a smile back to Breck.

The audience section is completely filled with teens and a few adults. Each row of teens is acting respectively quiet as any teen could be expelled from the courtroom, driven back to the high school, and then administered their required final academic examinations for the day. So, each teen is nicely cooperating with the verbal rules coming from Principal Marshall and Judge Julia. He whispers for his eardrums only, "Hell, yeah."

Breck slowly spins back around and views the jury box of six teens. Each teen had been selected to perform a verdict for Flamingo as the father of the child, after all the witness testimonies. Each teen quietly sits and leans over with a smile, softly talking with a friend or playing on their individual mobile telephone without listening to the testimonies from each eyewitness.

However, Retta Jean is paying attention and learning about the justice and court trial system. She does not take a set of advance placement classes for fun but to succeed and better her teenly life into her adulthood.

Many years ago, her biological father had started out as an illegal immigrant worker, working for Arie McCory.

Once Arie discovers that she has employed an illegal migrant worker, she supports and pays for each illegal worker to become a naturalized citizen using her billions of dollars.

The American naturalized citizen process is long, complicated, and expensive procedure for the average illegal worker. Arie believes in creating a better America and uses her money and resources to better any individual at her farm.

Then, the naturalized American citizen can leave her farm and work anywhere within the USA.

Now, Retta Jean's biological father is a naturalized American citizen and she is a birthed as an American citizen of the USA. However, she wants to use her brains and improve her person, becoming a veterinarian, taking care of farm animals.

Breck turns and studies Judge Julie. She watches Litisha and then observes Jeranda without comment or emotion. He gasps in shock and slowly turns to see Toluene, his two brothers, his mother Arie, the audience of teens, the jury box of teens, Litisha, Jeranda and finally Judge Julia, whispering for his eardrums in soft fury. "The judge is making the fatherly baby decision here, not the jury of teens. I missed that clue, yesterday and this morning. Toluene has been saying that the judge is the true fatherly baby decision maker here inside the courtroom, since yesterday during the jury selection. This entire court trial and the jury box of teens are a fake and a phony and a felony against Flamingo. I am not going to tell Flamingo that new information right now. That information would break his heart or bust his balls, if he is taken away to one of her back room jail cells for his imprisonment of furious angry which could be displayed here inside the courthouse. I'll let the judge give Flamingo the bad news. Geez! He'll be impossible to live with, until we all are relocated to our new shared apartment in the city of metro Birmingham on the last week of this month," he looks down and marks the pages with a blue tinted letter X for worthless again, looking up to see Jeranda and hearing her sappy words of sorrow and pity that leaks into the eardrums of each person.

In the witness stand, Jeranda continues to wipe her tears and loudly speaks with a firm voice into the courtroom. "I was a mother for the first time. When I held my baby boy, I was so happy. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I admired his prunie-like red tinted skin, enjoying the smell of baby skin and bathed in the innocence of my baby. I fell in love with him at first sight. A new life is a celebration of love. But I could not share my love with his father. I am a new mother. Now, I have visited his father but I have still not found love here. I am a new mother that supports and nurtures and admires my newly created life form. However, his father is unhappy about the discovery of his son."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo nods with a laugh, "Damn right and proud of it, too!"

Cinco nods with a smile. "Ditto, dude!"

In the witness box, Jeranda continues to sit on top of the hard wooden chair and sobs with tears, speaking slowly. "Flamingo, the father of my child, he does not wanna be part of my baby's little, tiny world but he runs away and hides inside a bottle of beer."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo growls with a whisper, "Not true!"

She continues with a sad face. "Flamingo, the father of my child, he does not want to embrace his role in fatherhood. He was not there, when I had found out about my pregnancy. I did it alone. He was not there inside the hospital delivery room, when I had birthed our son. I did it alone again. However, I tracked down and found the father of my child. Then I told Flamingo about our baby boy son. Flamingo was not happy but angry, mad, furious, and cussing at our son."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo frowns with a whisper. "Bullshit..."

"...with big pods of green streaming cow turds," Cinco frowns.

She continues to wear a sad face. "Flamingo was not joyous and happy and excited. He refused to acknowledge our son and rejected our child. It is the worst feeling the world to have the father of your reject and refuse to hug or hold his son."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo sneers at Jeranda. "She's a good actress."

Cinco whispers. "And she's good orator too. Was she in your AP classes at Lacy Springs High School?"

He frowns. "No."

Cinco frowns. "How did you meet her?"

"I met her at the graduation party for the senior class, last year. Each one of us had been a junior student, this time last year. Don't you remember that wild-ass party, Cinco? Everyone was happy and happening at that party night."

Cinco frowns. "You were drunk."

He laughs. "I never get drunk. I have a good time. And I had a good time with her lips and her vagina and her two big set of beautiful naked breasts. That's the only part I really remember from that special and single school night."

Cinco gasps with a whisper. "Wait! Where was Violet?"

"She didn't exist in my teenly world, until September of last year," Flamingo smiles. "Now, we are the 'it' couple around the school."

Breck looks down with a worried brow and flips the page, staring at the information, whispering out loud for his eardrums only, "This is a fake court trial. I am not a trained attorney. However, I am a smart guy. There must be something here that I can use against Jeranda that might help Flamingo's fight. Hmm! This is a report with all the medical information about the three-month-old baby, including the birth procedure and the post-delivery examination. I can't use this for any reason," he marks the page with a blue tinted symbolic X and flips the page, whispering for his eardrums only. "This is medical information about Jeranda, including her healthy baby delivery results and her final medical examination. She is a healthy girl. But I can't use this for any reason to help Flamingo's paternity case either," he strikes a blue tinted symbolic letter X on the pages and flips the paper, reading in silence.

Inside the witness stand, Jeranda stares at Flamingo and wears a sad face, wiping off her rolling tears of depression. "Now, I must do it alone."

Flamingo growls with a whisper and stares at Jeranda in the witness box, "I would like to see that."

She nods with a firm tone. "I will raise our son and ensure our son is loved and wanted..."

"...like a fucking stray dog..." Flamingo sneers with a whisper and continues to stare at Jeranda.

Inside the witness stand, Jeranda continues to speak loud out and nods with a stern face to the audience of teens and adults. "I will give our son every ounce of my love and tell him that he is loved by all his absent family members also. Our tiny newborn son will grow up without his father, but he will be a happy little boy..."

"...and rich, too!" Cinco chuckles with a whisper and a smirk at Jeranda, telling his brother Flamingo.

Jeranda nods with a firm tone. "I did not want to create a horrible home environment of fights or violent acts with the father of my child."

On top of the courtroom floor beside the witness box, Litisha continues to stand and faces the jury box of teen, gasping in alarm, staring with concern to see Jeranda. "Did the father of the child, Flamingo McCory every hit you during your sex night or another date or at the school grounds or at his home or at your home?"

In the audience, each teen gasps out loud and then views Jeranda. Jeranda continues to stare at Flamingo inside the witness box with a tiny smirk of silence.

On the defendant's table, Flamingo whispers for his eardrums, "Never."

"Never," Jeranda exhales with annoyance. "I am being a selfish person and a loving and caring mother here. I want our son to be loved and also financially secured. College is expensive. Diapers are expensive. Milk is expensive. Clothes are expensive. To be honest, I had bedded a man..."

"...a teenager," Flamingo whispers. "I am a teenager at the age of eighteen years old, not a man."

"...a man that does not love me, for me, but only my sexy body. Once I removed my pair of rose-colored sunglasses, I saw that Flamingo was not the marrying or paternal material that I was looking for in a man."

He whispers. "She is a teenager, too."

She sobs with tears. "I, also, have a choice within my life for with a mate for my person also. I desire a wonderful husband and a good substitute father, since Flamingo does not want to become that biological loving father that I need, right now."

He whispers. "Ya bet, pet!"

"So, I have made an executive decision that I will maintain my new family and eventually expand my family with another child."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo softly whispers. "I feel sorry that the next sucker or fucker that gets on top of her," he chuckles with Cinco.

Breck looks down with a stern face and flips the page, wiggling the blue ink pen in one hand, whispering for his eardrums only. "Well, I have reached the end of the line. This last hard copy summary report is all about Jeranda. I have reviewed her personal information, her medical information, her non-criminal information, her high school records, and her outstanding debts. Wow! Jeranda is a very boring teenager. Well, I guess as a teenager, I'm a very boring person from my public records like Jeranda. I need more information to help Flamingo," he marks the summary page with a blue tinted symbolic letter X for worthless document, looking up to see Jeranda.

Inside the witness stand, Jeranda sobs with her tears. "Then, I will never be alone."

Litisha continues to stand sideways and nods to Jeranda. "You are a very brave and bold young woman, Jeranda. Deciding to keep and raising a baby alone is also a brave, hard, and bold choice for any newish mother-to-be, not for the cowardly and selfish biological father," she turns and sneers at Flamingo. "The biological father of your child could have provided input into the decision making process also, but in this case, he didn't want to. And he doesn't want to either." She turns and nods to the judge. "Thus, a conflict has arisen here which cannot be resolved, Your Honor. So, please, resolve and rule on this paternity case for all parties involved, including an innocent tiny newborn, which is named after his true biological father."

On the defendant's table, Flamingo whispers for his eardrums only, "Objection!" His hired and paid lawyer Toluene should have stood up and shouted out loud that law word, instead she is looking down with a smile and playing on her personal mobile telephone with a giggle of fun.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia stares at Litisha, turns to observe Jeranda, and then views Toluene, nodding with a stern face back to Litisha. "I am not ready yet to resolve and rule, Attorney Litisha. This is my courtroom, not yours. Attorney Toluene, do you want to question the mother of the child for your client?"

On the defendant's table, Toluene continues to sit and smiles down at her phone. "No ma'am."

Flamingo leans back into the hard wood and drops his chin with great disappointment with the performance of his lawyer and his mother. His baby brother triplet Cinco has been a faithful and wonderful supporting brother, but he does not understand justice law and is not a licensed attorney. His new friend and future step-father, AJ is performing well as a neutral being and should stay that way. Else, he will not be marrying Arie.

His older brother by two seconds before midnight, first born triplet Breck has been sitting like a lump on the log next to Flamingo and silently reading and then softly mumbling some type of graduation speech for tomorrow morning, the day before the Lacy Springs graduation ceremony.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and nods down to Jeranda. "You are dismissed from the witness box."

Jeranda scoots out from the witness chair with a smile and slowly prisses ahead, staring with a giggle at Flamingo. On the defendant's table, Flamingo continues to sit and softly sneers at Jeranda without words or numerous brutal physical acts on her along with his brother Cinco.

Litisha continues to stand in place without movement and wears a stern face, wishing that Judge Julia would end the kangaroo court before lunch time.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia smiles down at Litisha. "And I do believe that there is one more eyewitness on your prosecution listing that you had provided to me and the defense attorney Toluene. I am a stickler or a hard long stick for following each legal law rule here inside my courtroom." Within the audience, each teen loudly claps with a smile for Judge Julia. She waits until the loud noise subsides and then exhales with annoyance at Litisha. "I do believe that you need to perform your creative dance moves around the courtroom floor again and call out the final proper name from your eyewitness list."

Litisha gasps in shock and then laughs out loud, spinning around to stare at Flamingo in silence. She dances side to side and tosses both arms in the air, tossing backwards her rear skull, viewing the matching red tinted walnut planks. "Now, I call forth the star eyewitness, who is literally here and available, Flamingo McCory to come up and sit inside the eyewitness stand," she looks down and points at Flamingo, nodding with a silly giggle.

On the defendant's table, Toluene looks up from her phone and then nods to Litisha with a smirk, in silence.

Breck looks up from the stack of papers with a gasp and stares at Litisha, turning to view the nose profile on Flamingo, "Bro!"

Cinco turns and gasps at the nose profile on Flamingo. "Did you know this was going to happen, dude?"

Flamingo continues to sit and stares at Litisha, exhaling with frustration, "I was not told, but I had figured that it would happen. I only thought it was be my hired and highly paid lawyer asking me to the dance, not the other bitch," laughing.

Toluene turns and sneers at Flamingo. "I heard that, Flamingo."

Breck shoves sideways and slams into the sitting body on Toluene with fury. "Get off the bench seat, bitch! And you are going to heard a lot more cursing and yelling from my mama, once Flamingo exits the witness stand, dumbass."

"O really!" Toluene swiftly stands upright with a smile on top of the floor and scoots sideways from the bench seat, watching Breck and Flamingo exit from the defendant's table in silence. Breck stands beside Toluene and watches Flamingo in silence.

Flamingo struts ahead with a smirk and stops in front of the bailiff, whispering the swearing-in ceremony words, nodding with a smile. He spins around and enters the witness box, wiggling side to side on top of the hard wood, staring at Litisha.

Beside the defendant's table, Toluene spins around and nods to Arie with a smile in silence. Breck spins around to face the bench seat and as one of his eyeballs sees her smirk. He turns and faces his mother Arie. Arie nods with a smirk back to Toluene. Breck gasps in alarm with his wild mental thoughts. Toluene and Arie are silently communicating with the same mental thought. Flamingo will become the father of that baby, so Arie can care for her new grandson.

He slides down into the bench seat and stares at Flamingo inside the witness stand with worry and angry.

On the courtroom floor, Litisha turns to face witness box, moves ahead, and stands directly in front of Flamingo, laughing in his face. "Flamingo..."

"You call me by my proper name, bitch." Flamingo sneers at Litisha. "You will address me as Mr. McCory, the fourth and no other nasty noun or silly name."

She nods with a stern face. "Mr. McCory, the fourth, do you know of or have you ever heard the term testosterone?"

He laughs with a nod. "Of course, I know the term. I'm a male, a man, a guy. Testosterone is the primary male sex hormone and an anabolic steroid. The male testosterone is a hormone that is chemical known to affect a male's behavior pattern for a sex act or numerous sex acts. In a male body, testosterone plays a key role in the development of male reproductive tissues. The biological half-life of the testosterone hormone is two to four hours. It is manufactured biological speaking in the human live. The chemical composition is 19 parts of carbon, 28 parts of hydrogen and two parts of oxygen. Testosterone is composed of 90 percent urine and six percent human shit," he laughs with his two brothers and the audience of teens.

She nods with a grin. "That is quiet an impressive talking point coming for an eighteen-year-old kid. You're really smart also."

"You're not smart, lady attorney. You had been told that I stayed and studied within the AP classroom at Lacy Springs High School. I will graduate within two days from high school. However, I am current registered as a junior student at Burn U or Birmingham University staring my college courses on the first of June, this year. Then, I will graduate with a college degree in biology and hopefully enroll in the Birmingham School of Medicine."

"Are you that certain?"

He nods with a smile. "I am highly certain."

On the defendant's table, Cinco scoots into Flamingo's spot and leans over, whispering with fury into the cheekbone on Breck. "What is the assholette doing with Flamingo?"

Breck exhales and stares at Flamingo. "This is a courtroom tactic that leads the eyewitness into a different field of thought, so Flamingo can fuck up his own defense."

"This is not a court of law of life or death, Breck."

Breck frowns with a whisper. "This is a court of law of money, which is sometimes more important than a verdict of life or death, Cinco."

He exhales. "Sometimes, I wished that our mother wasn't a billionaire. Then none of this shit would happen to us and Flamingo."

"Sh!" Breck looks around with a worried brow and then leans back into the cheekbone of his brother Cinco, whispering." Quiet your tongue! Not many people know that fact! Let's not start the gossip here in the courtroom, where the eardrums are leaking out earwax to hear our family secret whispers."

He pouts. "Sorry! I'm just mad and angry and pissed and worried and scared for Flamingo and us."

"Look! I feel your teenly emotions, too. The worsest thing that can happen is that Flamingo is ruled as a father. So, what? He still goes to college and then enrolls in medical school. There is no judge in the land that can force Flamingo to marry that cunt. But, our mother will be overall happy. She is staring at the baby, wanting to hold it, instead of her son."

Cinco spins around and view his mother, exhaling with annoyance. "Why is our mama siding with that cunt?"

Breck returns back and stares at Flamingo. "Our mama is not siding with anyone. She only wants to hold and take care of an innocent babe, Cinco. All babies and children should always be protected by me and you from an evil person as Almighty God's command. This is not about an innocent baby. This is only about money, which is the root of all evil as told by Brother Jesus."

He frowns. "You sound defeated with the lawyer task here, Breck."

Breck exhales. "I am defeated. But I'm not giving up. But I'm watching with worry and worrying with wait," he looks down and frowns at the new page, whispering for his eardrums only. "What is this new report? I do not recognize the format. It is not a wordy report. It is a set of long and short bar graphs with a set of tiny colorful pictures. This a genome testing report coming from a privately owned genome testing company. What is a genome?" He whips out his mobile telephone and types on the tiny screen, whispering with the new information for his eardrums only. "A human body comprises billions of cells. Each cell contains their own set of instructions which build the growing fetus and then re-builds and maintains a human body. For example, you possess skin cells and liver cells. The set of instruction that build the cells is known as your genome. Your genome is your map of your unique DNA. DNA is that twisting and long double helix that contains your individual genes. Your genome contains all of your 23 pairs of chromosome, a total of more than 20,000 genes. Each individual gene comes from each biological mother and biological father that builds the growing fetus inside a mother's wound into a baby. The set of genes creates you which are inherited from your mother and your father," he gasps in shock. "This is a genes or genetics report that shows picks out and displays some of the individual genes for three-month-old Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth." He gasps in shock. "This is a medical report about the baby's genes. Maybe, yeah, maybe, this report can free Flamingo from his responsibility of fatherhood," he reads the first page while trying to understand the medical terms.

On the court room floor, Litisha nods with a smile to Flamingo. "Excellent, Mr. McCory, the fourth! The human hormone testosterone also plays an important role the health of a male. The hormone maintains muscle mass, bone density, and sex drive."

Flamingo nods back. "In the male body, a high level of testosterone is associated with any type of sexual activity. The chemical testosterone increases after a brief conversation with a female. So, all of you, young teen bucks in the audience, beware of your body!" He laughs with the other teens. "In the female body, a high level of testosterone hormone has been measured pre-intercourse, pre-cuddling, post-intercourse, and post-cuddling which all contribute to the genital arousal in a female. So, all of you, young teen bucks in the audience, beware of her body," he laughs with the other teens. "Also, all of those same documented and researched scientific tests have proven that a single sexual thought changes the level field on female testosterone hormone. But I'm not thinking of you as a sexy female, Attorney Litisha, so I am not experiencing my highest level of male testosterone hormones. Are you tossing off some high levels of female testosterone hormones for a particular male that sit here near your body inside this courtroom, Attorney Litisha? Because your stinky body odor is heavily drifting into my open nose holes," he pretends a fake coughing session and then laughs out loud at the annoying lawyer. In the captured audience, each teen, adult, and police officer sounds with a series of loud hoots, laughs, and claps.

Litisha leans over and sneers into the face on Flamingo with fury.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia softly applauds and then drops her hands, clearing her throat for attention, speaking softly. "Silence here inside my courtroom please. Please, precede, Flamingo."

Litisha scoots back from Flamingo but continues to growl at the smart ass teenager.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo nod with a smile to Litisha, "Also the female hormone testosterone is effective in treating a girl with her female sexual arousal disorder, a low libido, and any sexual dysfunction in women," he tosses both arms in the air with laugh. In the audience, each teen, adult, and police officers sounds with a set of claps and laughter along with Flamingo. He grins with a nod, "Finally, the female testosterone hormone is used to treat post-menopause in old ladies too." The audience of teens sound with a set of boos and hisses. He yells out loud, "Hey, now! My mother and your mother and his mother and her mother, all are going to be an elderly lady, one day." The audience of teens and adults clap and laugh out loud.

Litisha spins around and laughs at the audience of teens and adults, swinging back around, facing Flamingo with a smirk. "Well, there is no doubt about the clown in the courthouse plus a smart ass, to boot."

"Thank you," Flamingo tosses both arms in the air and laughs out loud, prompting the audience of teens to response again. Each teen sounds with a series of claps, hoots, cheers, and whistles. He drops his arms down onto his lap. The audience of teens slowly ceases the racket and allows Flamingo the victory over the nasty lawyer.

She frowns. "The chemical testosterone hormone is an important hormone for both the health and well-being of the male human and the female human as it also prevents osteoporosis. Can I rely upon your medical knowledge again? Do you know what osteoporosis is?"

Flamingo nods with a smile. "Osteoporosis is an insufficient level of testosterone in both a male and a female that leads into frail bone loss."

On the defendant's table, Breck continues to stare and study each hard copy paper, without worry about Flamingo.

Inside the eyewitness box, Flamingo is having some fun and playing with the prosecution attorney for his revenge. However, he knows the truth. Flamingo has lost the paternity case, unless he surrenders a tongue of spit or a finger prick of blood protein for the paternity test. He will die before performing that manly action. Thus, the court of law trial is advancing ahead with the wrong conclusion that Flamingo is the father of the baby.

Instead, the judge will order a paternity test. Or the judge will rule that Flamingo is the father without the medical test, which is part of the court of law trial right now.

However, the prosecution team had performed a blood test on the three-month old baby and then had given all the genetic medical papers to Toluene. Toluene in her usual lawyering manner has not bothered to study each one of the genetics reports for the baby.

Breck quickly scans each page with his smart neurons, like his brother Flamingo, before the court trial ends. Then, the judge must rule. So far, the ruling is looking bad for Flamingo. Breck reads the information and whispers for his eardrums only. "Based on this privately owned company which had been paid by Jeranda or her lawyer, modern day science can identify the genetic pathway of any human by their set of unique DNA genes to see if the male once was an Egyptian prince or a Viking sailor or an African hunter or a Spanish conquistador or a Native American brave. Hmm! That is fascinating for my neurons, but it does not help Flamingo. And the genetic report traces the DNA pattern on the maternal line from the biological mother, grandmother, great-grandmother," he gasps. "That does not help me here. The DNA test traces all her dead female relatives back to the ancient territory which is located in the foreign country of Spain, which is meaningless to me and doesn't help Flamingo," he looks up and frowns at the new question from Litisha and the answer from Flamingo, leaning over, sneering into the cheekbone on Toluene. "Look! I'm not the paid lawyer, here in the courtroom, sir. But you need to stop this on-going silly science project that the prosecution is showing off for the grand prize blue ribbon. Flamingo is getting annoyed and then he will say something really mean and rude and bad and nasty while compromising his defense stance. And then my mother will get really upset with you, lady attorney."

Toluene finally looks up from the screen on her mobile telephone and stares with a smile at Flamingo, "I don't know. I'm rather enjoying the fun medical dissertation in science. I didn't really like my science classes in high school or college. That's why I became a lawyer. There is not a required science class in law school. But there must be a point of the medical lesson."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and stares down with a sneer at Litisha. "Attorney Litisha, I am sorry to stop your medical babbling. But I am wondering the point of our medical science lesson for the day. What is your question for the defendant?"

"Yes, I have a point that I am about to present, Your Honor." Litisha rattles the stack of loose papers with a smile at Flamingo. "Based on a set of research studies, the concept of 'falling in love' decreases the testosterone level in a male. Did you know that, Flamingo?"

Flamingo smiles with a nod, "Yes."

"Based on a different set of research studies, the concept of 'falling in love' increases the testosterone level in a female. Did you know that, Flamingo?"

On the defendant's table, Breck frowns. "Litisha has not stopped harassing Flamingo. So, you go and stop it."

Toluene frowns. "I can see that too."

On the courtroom floor, Litisha waves a sheet of paper in the air with her smile. "Based on this piece of paper in my hand, I will read out loud for all eardrums. Your personal testosterone level displayed a low count after the weekend, where you had enjoyed your fun sexual intercourse with a sexy, seventeen years old Jeranda Exvanire, when that number is compared to all of your other previous testosterone test during the same year. Can you explain that?"

Flamingo gasps in shock. "Ugh!"

"Well, I can," Litisha laughs with a nod. "The speculation and documented mathematical change in your personal testosterone level comes off this official hospital laboratory result sheet, where a reduction of the difference is the behavior between the sexes.

Flamingo gasps. "What!"

She smiles. "The concept or conception of fatherhood, in your case, reduces the male testosterone in an adult male or a teen male which suggests that you had feels of emotions for the newly created fetus inside the wound on Jeranda that special night. The low testosterone readings come from your paternal instinct as soon as you realized that you have created a viable fetus with Jeranda."

He frowns. "Bull shit, horse shit and cow shit! That's a lame reason for any medical hormone measurement. Most of the documented and paid research papers link a male criminal and their high level of testosterone also without their sex drive. In the same range of research studies, ninety percent of male juvenile delinquencies and their associated male high level testosterone is significant and also is associated with the behavior personality trait of anti-social behavior and alcohol. Two independent social characterizes that wild-ass teen should never be without, a fuck and a beer," he laughs with the other teens.

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia frowns and slaps her gravel on the polished wood. "Here! Here! I demand quiet inside my courtroom. Flamingo, you are both amusing and accuracy. But, I must point out that I do not allow a single or a string of curse words here inside my court room. Else, whether you are guilty or innocent, you will find your ass sleeping inside one of my available tiny and nicely decorated prison cells which is located behind my ass. Do you comprehend my statement, young sir?"

Flamingo looks up and nods to the judge, "Yes, Your Honor!"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods with a smile to Flamingo. Her eardrums are enjoying the refreshing scientific discussion from a smart, knowledgeable individual, instead of a sassy, smart ass attorney." She nods to the teen, "Good! Please, precede, young sir!"

On the defendant's table, Breck looks down with a smile and flips the page, gasping in alarm at the new report, whispering for his eardrums only, "This genetic test shows that the baby possesses a head of blonde hair, like Flamingo. Jeranda displays a head of long black hair. This is not a good report to show anyone," he flips the page and gasps again, whispering for his eardrums only. "This new genetic test shows that the baby possesses a pair of blue eyeballs. Jeranda does not. That's a no-go on this report too," he continues to slowly flip each page and study each genetic testing result from the baby while whispering for his eardrums only. "The baby possesses a tone of olive skin like Flamingo, not Jeranda. Ugh! The set of genetic reports is good for Jeranda's win, not Flamingo's defense. The baby does not possess a set of freckles, like Flamingo. The baby does not possess a set of dimples, like Flamingo. The baby does not possess a uni-brow, like Flamingo," he softly chuckles and continues to quickly flip the page, reading the information, whispering for his eardrums only. "The baby does not possess a widow's peak, like Flamingo. The baby does not possess a cleft chin, like Flamingo. Wow! The tiny three-month-old baby is looking more and more like Flamingo, who is really his father, rather than his mother Jeranda. I can't believe this. I can't find any medical or genetic evidence to aid Flamingo's fight."

In the witness stand, Flamingo clears a throat with a grin. "Thus, I do a girl and drink a beer and possess a high, higher, highest level of testosterone in the land of Dixie," he tosses both arms and laughs, "Yeehaw!" In the audience, each teen sounds with a set of loud claps, cheers, and hoots.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia exhales with annoyance as the prosecution lawyer has started this string of silly teenly nonsense here inside her courtroom.

In the witness stand, Flamingo drops both hands and slaps his legs with a nod and a smile. "Based on your piece of paper that you have stolen from the high school medical office, without my permission, of course, during the weekly football medical examination, which is a requirement so I can continue to play high school football, I want to point out that I'm really thirsty after that long speech," he reaches over and drinks the provided small glass of warm water, gulping it down, burping out loud. He replaces the glass of emptiness back onto the tray and looks up with a smile at Litisha. "I am not a criminal of thievery or an alcoholic of intoxication or a former juvenile of a single crime coming out from the local city jail here in the cow town of Lacy Springs. So, your stolen piece of paper with those magical mathematical numbers on my personal manly testosterone levels is meaningless to my legal case and my redneck teen behavior," laughing.

On the defendant's table, Toluene laughs out loud with the other teens. "That's very good! Flamingo should be a lawyer, instead of physician."

Breck looks up with worry and whispers with his brotherly jealousy. "Yeah, he should." He is failing the true test as the upcoming family lawyer. He has dreamed of pursuing that career and assisting the family business on the farm. However, this current legal situation is a family event that involves his brother Flamingo.

Now, Breck cannot muster up one single idea to save Flamingo from the permanent role of fatherhood. He has shadowed the hired and highly paid lawyer and even asked tons of questions during the jury selection process and the actually court trial, but his mind could not comprehend a legal answer that could save the innocence of Flamingo, which is what a hired and paid lawyer does.

Breck looks down with a stern face and continues to flip each page, quickly reading the information, whispering for his eardrums only. "The baby does not possess a longer second toe. What! Do I possess a longer second toe?" He looks up and stares through the numerous slotted wide railings on the witness stand, seeing the parked two naked feet inside the pair of ratty flip-flops on Flamingo. His acute eyesight does not see a longer second toe on either naked foot on Flamingo. Breck whispers for his eardrums only. "Flamingo does not possess a longer second toe either. Ugh! This tiny kid is looking more and more like Flamingo. I can't find anything here to help Flamingo's fight. Now, I understand the term, panic," Breck looks down and flips the page, whispering for his eardrums only, "The baby possesses a longer ring finger than an index ring. What does that mean? Does Flamingo have a longer ring finger than index finger?" He looks down and holds the four fingers together on one hand, viewing each digit with a gasp of alarm. "Shit! I have a longer ring finger, which is like Flamingo, and like the baby as each one of us came from the same zygote. Of course, we are identical brotherly triplets."

Breck reaches down and flips the page, whispering for his eardrums. "The baby possesses a tongue that prefers salty favors or salty snacks over a set of sweet treats," he softly chuckles and sticks out his tongue wiggling up and down, tasting the air waves. He sucks back inside his tongue into his mouth and whispers for his eardrums only. "I prefer a set of salty tastes on my tongue, including potato chips and beer," he gasps in alarm. "So, Flamingo and Cinco prefer the same two food items, like me. So, Flamingo has a salty tongue like the baby. Wait a sec! How did the genetic tester determine that the baby possesses a salty tongue over a sweet tongue?"

Breck looks down and read the information on the same page with soft whisper. "A salty tasting tongue comes from a European descendent from centuries ago which is based on your personal genotype with a specific genetic marker. A genetic marker is a particular gene inside your human body. In the field of biology, a human mouth contains a set of receptors that detect sweet compounds. Your genes determine if your brain patterns pick up and perceive the sweet taste as pleasurable moment on your tongue. So, a gene inside the baby determines if his tongue likes salty or sweet treats. A gene comes from his biological mother or biological father. Wait a sec! Did I have a set of DNA tests from Jeranda?"

Breck quickly searches the stack of genetics reports and sees only the baby's name. "Fuck! Litisha is a smart and a smart ass prosecution lawyer. I bet Jeranda had taken the same DNA tests and possessed a genetic report about her salty or sweet tongue. I didn't have your set of genetics reports, because dumb ass lawyer Toluene didn't bother to read this new discovery information about science. She personally told me that she didn't like to study science in high school or college, becoming a lawyer instead. Damn! The answer is here within these missing genetics reports. If only I had Jeranda's set of genetics test reports, then I could prove that Flamingo is not the father of the child." He looks up and views Flamingo, listening to Litisha.

On the court room floor, Litisha nods with a smirk at the judge and fingers Flamingo. "Therefore, I conclude that Mr. Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth is the father of the baby based on his legally and legitimate lowest number of personal testosterone level that indicates the love of a father towards his child here in the land of Dixie," she tosses both her arms in the air and laughs out loud.

On the defendant's table, Breck gasps in alarm. "O no! I'm too late."

Cinco frowns, "Fucking bitch! Flamingo had tried really hard to defend his ass with his newly high school education, where he had needed the assistance of his hired and highly paid legal lawyer," he turns and sneers at nose profile on Toluene.

She frowns down at her phone. "I heard that, Cinco."

In the witness stand, Flamingo laughs out loud and slaps his chest. "I, as the defendant of my selfie, must object, Your Honor!" The audience of teens, adults, police officers, two triplet brothers, Arie, and Toluene loudly sound with a gasp in shock.

Litisha gasps in shock. "How can you object? Why do you object? What do you object too, sir?"

"Well, I want my say in terms of defending my personal testosterone numbers as the owner and the male teen of the stolen piece of medical evidence," he laughs with the other teens.

Each teen in the audience loudly chants out loud for fun and annoyance toward the adult lawyer. "Flamingo! Flamingo! Flamingo!"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia tosses her arms in the air with a smile. "Well, I agree whole-heartedly with the defendant and the defendant's fan base. Please quiet down while I talk here." Each teen in the audience slowly reduces down their individual loud noise. Julia nods with a smile to Flamingo. "The stolen medical report is about Flamingo, So, Flamingo has the right to defense his personal testosterone levels from the known, nasty robber. So, please, proceed, Flamingo!"

Litisha gasps in shock and turns with a sneer to face Julia. "What! Why! How come! Your Honor, I have been patient here for the past three hours and I have made my points several times here in the courtroom. When are you going to provide the final ruling on paternity case, ma'am?"

"When the time is nigh," Judge Julia laughs.

"Yes ma'am!" Flamingo turns and smiles at the audience. "A male increases his testosterone hormone by thirty-five percent when watching one of his favorite porno flicks. The porno flick along with his physical movements over his naked body increases his motivation for work, competitive for sports, and decreases his exhaustion for another round of self-discovery," he tosses both arms in the air and laugh out loud. In the audience, each teen claps and laughs with amusement for Flamingo.

On the defendant's table, Breck looks down with a laugh and flips the page, reading the next report, whispering for his eardrums only. "I still possess a couple more genetic reports. Maybe, one of these can tell me something that can help Flamingo's fight or flight, before the judge rules. The next genetic report states that the baby possesses a set of detached earlobes. Do I possess a set of detached earlobes? What is a detached earlobe?" he looks down and reads the same page, seeing the drawing of a detached earlobe. "A detached earlobe is free flying tissue from the side of the neck which is connected to the ear itself. O! I got it."

Breck turns and views Cinco, observing the earlobe, gasping in shock and whispers for his eardrums only. "Yes, Cinco displays one detached earlobe on his left side of his face. Thus, Cinco must have the same trait on both sides of his ears. So, Flamingo and the baby share a set of detached earlobes also. This is not good. Geez! These genetics reports are great. Each one is literally building a physical boyish image of the baby right in front of my eyeballs, which looks like Flamingo, Cinco and me."

In the witness chair, Flamingo waves both arms in the air with a smile. "I told you before. The male testosterone is a human hormone that affects the male's mating behavior. The male testosterone hormone will increase when he is exposed to an ovulating female, where her body tosses off a certain type of odor coming from her female hormones too. A male can sense that the female is fertile; where the female feels fertile and chases after a male, just like a feral feline cat. Both mating actions and human genders are driven by the same testosterone hormone."

"Are you finished with your scientific lecture which has nothing to do with your personal testosterone report from last May, Mr. McCory, the fourth?"

He winks with a grin at Litisha. "O baby! I'll just getting started with my scientific lecture here inside the courtroom while sitting on his hard wooden chair and looking at your cute frown. I was just explaining how an adult male and female's testosterone sexy hormones work for your nimble and simple mind set. Now, I'm about to explain how testosterone affects a teen, which is me, him, her, she, he, and it, since we live in a transgender world of dynamic changes of mental thoughts processes."

"Your Honor, he has finished. Could you please rule on this paternity case? The time is approaching ten o'clock, ma'am." Litisha looks up and frowns at Judge Julia.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia jolts own her notes with a smile. "I do believe that I heard Flamingo say that he only covered the adult male and female testosterone hormone effects on the human body. He is allowed to explain the male and female testosterone hormone effects on a teen, as he is a teen. Since, you personally decided to steal a piece of medical information about this teen. I am a mother, Litisha. The teen mind and the teen body sometimes are two different entities within the same teen human. Please, precede, Flamingo! I have the courtroom space until noon time."

Flamingo nods with a laugh and stares at Litisha. "Yes ma'am. O! I wanted to finish up my lecture with an adult male. The male testosterone levels tend to decline as the male ages which is why there is a demand for the penial products. However, sometimes, a low testosterone level is really a causal symptom ranging from a low sex drive to manic depression in a male human. During one's puberty, both the teenager male and female experience an increase in their androgen levels, including stinky body odor and excessive oil on their skin, which is called acne. The teen experiences growth of spermatogenic tissues which are a pair of testicles, male fertility, a male penis, a female clitoris enlargement, a penis erection and a female clitoral engorgement during unsafe teen safe," he laughs and as the audience of teens stands up and cheers for Flamingo's speech.

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia laughs. "Sit down, teens! I get it and got it too, kids."

Flamingo nods with a smile. "A teenager also displays new curly and colorful public hair, a set of hairy armpits, and receives a growth spurt along with accelerated bone maturation plus facial hair for the guys and some gals," he laughs with the teens.

On the defendant's table, Cinco swiftly stands upright with a girly giggle and spins around to face the audience of teens, starting to touch and rub his individual body parts with a smile, "O! I get it now. Look at me, ya'll! During my teenly puberty, I got all of my male spermatogenic tissues, including my jaw line, my eyebrows, my chin, my nose, my broad shoulders, my deep voice and my Adam's apple. And I also got my two testicle balls, my wrinkled penis, my libido, my tallness of an erection during each major sex act with my girl Babbie. That's all pretty cool to know, ya'll!" he continues to stand and rubs each one of his body parts with a laugh.

On the first row, Babbie slams both of her palms over her red-tinted face, giggling with a grin at her guy Cinco. Each one of her friends gently bumps into each one of her crooked arms and laughs out loud with her embarrassment moment from Cinco. Within the audience, each teen turns and points at Cinco while laughing out loud and enjoying the show.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and gasps at the dancing silly teenager Cinco, who continues to stand and uses body parts to communicate with the audience of teens.

Cinco spins around and sits down, laughing out loud with amusement, bumping into the Breck. Breck continues to read the new pieces of paper with seriousness.

On the court room floor, Litisha nods with a smile. "I agree with the smart ass kid. At puberty, the male develops man parts. As a male baby, the male body parts are in the stages of developing fetus. During early infancy, within the first few weeks of life for a male baby, their testosterone levels rise and then hits a pubertal range that is clearly detectable by six months of age. Thus, your high levels of testosterone come from your mother."

Flamingo nods. "In the second trimester of the growing fetus, the androgen level which is comes from the mother of the child determines the sex or gender formation of a girl or a boy. The male testosterone hormone has been documented to exist and work before the birth of the developing fetus. At six weeks of gestation of the fetus inside the womb of the mother-to-be, the physician, during the ultrasound examination, can see the genital virilisation, such as, midline fusion, phallic, urethra, scrotal thinning and phallic enlargement. The role of testosterone hormone is tiny when compare to the role of dihydrotestosterone. And there is of the prostate gland and the seminal vesicles. Thus, we are male, men, and ugh," he laughs with the other male teens. The audience of teens and adults sound with laughter and claps.

On the defendant's table, Cinco continues to smile and clap, leaning over with a whisper into the cheekbone on Breck. "What did Flamingo just say?"

"He's vomiting out all his learneth medical knowledge from his medical books in order to out-balance his lousy defendant lawyer's incompetence." Breck looks up with a stern face to see Flamingo.

Cinco smiles with a nod. "I'm off-balanced both in mental and emotional feeling with the defense team and the prosecution team while Flamingo continues to use all of these fancy words. These medical terms mean nothing to my brain cells. Flamingo is going to become a famous medical physician."

"That's the point of a show court of drama here, Cinco. Flamingo is showing off his medical knowledge to impress the judge and the jury of his peers and you," he laughs out loud.

Cinco grins with a nod. "Okay! Then, Flamingo is doing a very good job. So, his defense lawyer should have asked that of Flamingo, instead of the prosecution lawyer, so the defense team looked smarter than a piece of dry toast," he turns and sneers at the nose profile on Toluene, who continues to sit and stares with a smile down at her mobile telephone.

Breck whispers back to Cinco. "Yeah, he should have," Breck exhales with worry and stares at an overconfident Flamingo inside the eyewitness stand. Flamingo has maintained his innocence from the first second, after hearing the bad news from the lips of Jeranda. He is the biological father of a cute blonde-haired and blue-eyed little baby boy, who is named after him or rather after the famous McCory clan.

On the defendant's table, Toluene, the expensively hired defense lawyer, leans back into the hard chair and stares with a smile at her client Flamingo, instead of her personal mobile telephone without defending the ass on Flamingo during the on-going court trial. But, this particular legal law case is not a life or death situation for her client, only a matter of permanent baby responsible, until the age of eighteen years old, when the law determines the teen is an adult. And the fighting matter of an individual money check for ten thousand dollars each month to Jeranda, until her baby turns eighteen years old as the request is demanded by Litisha into the eardrums on Judge Julia.

The defense lawyer has been paid. The mom of the child wants to be paid. And his brother Flamingo has been canned and conned into the state of permanent fatherhood at the age of eighteen years old, without performing a paternity test.

In the witness stand, Flamingo nods. "Thus, I conclude with the prosecution and my medical papers. That I had possessed a high level of testosterone inside my mother's wound which had fluctuated at the age of six weeks, six months, sixteen years old, and finally at eighteen years old. I'm stepping into a pair of man shoes, so my testosterone levels are not really reliable now, or last week, or six months ago, or maybe they just lie," he laughs with the other male teen students.

Litisha frowns. "You are not smart. You do not graduate from high school. You do not receive a good paying job. Your testosterone test was in the opposite direction and measured low, not highest, smart ass teen."

Flamingo frowns and then laughs. "O! I guess I didn't watch my usual porno flick that special night, before I was tested at the high school medical office for my health to play football, next year," he tosses both arms in the air and laughs with the other teens. He waves his arms with a grin. "Or my male love-relationship produced a low level of testosterone for my sweetie as opposed to an unhappy, divorced, and unstable male produces a high amount of testosterone hormone. And I am single, so a single male produces a level of low testosterone as opposed to a married man, who produces a high level of male testosterone. And a married man engaging in an extramarital sexual affair produces a high level of male testosterone hormone, also, but I ain't married yet. So, pick one of my true, tried, trialed, and tested scientific explanations that have been researched and conducted by a set of smart academic and scientific medical physicians, lady attorney, for your lousy legal answer," he laughs with the other teens.

Litisha sneers at Flamingo and then turns with a stern face to see the judge, "Your Honor, I would like a ruling from you regarding the testosterone chemical analysis. As we have experienced and have heard, Mr. McCory, the fourth is not willingly to provide a paternity test using his own blood or mouth spit. Thus, I had to find and utilize another measurement method that had been known to exist for years which will prove the paternity with the child and the questionable teen male. What is your answer, Your Honor?" Each pair of eyeballs shifts up and then stares at Judge Julia.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia wiggles side to side and says with a stern face to Litisha. "Do you steal that testosterone medical report from the Lacy Springs high school medical office by yourself or with the aid of another football team medical professional?" Litisha continues to sit and frowns in silence. Judge Julia nods and frowns with annoyance. "Yeah, I thought so, too. That medical and physical evidence on a minor child, who is a senior in high school, is tossed out from my courtroom door. Do you have any more stolen medical or psychological or economic or spiritual or mental or academic reports to present inside my court room regarding the medical condition of a teenager, who happens to be the defendant?"

Litisha smiles with a nod to Flamingo. "Well, I have one more question for Mr. McCory, the fourth, Your Honor."

In the witness stand, Flamingo tosses both arms in the air and shouts out loud. "O no! Here it comes! Watch out, ya'll! There might be a field of falling hot steaming green tinted cow patties coming down from the skyline, landing here inside the court room on one particular lawyer," he drops his arms with a smile and laughs with the other teens.

On the defendant's table, Breck continues to read the papers. "What is the question?"

Cinco leans over and sighs with frustration, mouth spitting into the cheekbone on Breck, whispering with worry. "Have you not being paying attention, Breck? The question of the century is about to be announced. Where is the money, honey?" He sits back and tenses with the upcoming question and the consequences for flaming with the answer.

On the courtroom floor, Litisha nods to Flamingo. "Are you the father of the child, who is named after you, McCory, the fourth?"

Flamingo smiles, "No ma'am!"

In the audience, each teen bounces up and down or stands upright while shouting out loud with confusion or pointing at Flamingo, who either lies or tells the truth. No one person inside the courtroom, the cow town of Lacy Springs, the State of Alabama, the USA, the North American continent, the entire global world, and the Milky Way Galaxy knows the answer.

A few seconds later, each teen sits down or calms down while listening to the exchange between Litisha and Flamingo like a soap opera television show.

On the court room floor, Litisha gasps in alarm and then smiles with a nod. "Well, I do not believe you. But I do believe my client Jeranda that loves her little boy, who is named after your person and your family clan. And I do believe that you love Jeranda and your newborn son. So, I have more questions for you."

"Go for it, sister! And then shoot it dead!" Flamingo laughs with the other teens.

She smiles. "Mr. McCory, the fourth, how do you feel about your new biological son?"

He smiles, "Nothing!"

On the prosecution table, Jeranda gasps in shock. "He lies."

On the defendant's table, Breck looks down with a laugh and stares down at the same page of information, whispering for his eardrums only. "He's right. This genetic report shows that both the baby and Flamingo possesses a set of detached earlobes. Hmm! A pair of detached earlobes is a genetic trait that comes only from the genes on one parent or both parents. However, there is something missing here. What is it? What is missing here? I am missing something," he smiles and snaps his fingers, "Yeah!" He slowly spins around and scans the audience of teen, locating each one of his childhood friends.

Brett and his girlfriend Fannie cover each open pair of lips with a cupped hand while gossiping about Flamingo and Litisha.

Doyle holds up his personal mobile telephone and records the action and conversation between Flamingo and Litisha. He will place the phone recording on the internet at his home computer for each teenager to see, review, and comment while seeking support for Flamingo and revenge on Jeranda.

His friend and fellow football player Acton sits with a smile and flings a set of silent hand signals to his girl Messi from the court audience section, without perturbing the judge.

His friend and future sister-in-law Babbie sits and stares at Flamingo, occasionally wiping off a stray tear of worry that Flamingo will be labeled a father at the age of eighteen years old, which will change his life and the lives at the McCory Cow Ranch, foreverly.

Her mother Arie continues to sit and holds the hand on her future husband AJ, staring with a smirk at her son Flamingo. She is getting her way as the mother of three grown sons and a newish grandmother of a three-month-old baby with a head of blonde curls and a pair of blue eyeballs like his biological father.

On the defendant's table, Breck locates his childhood friend Yancy.

Yancy sits between two pretty girls and touches his body parts for fun trying to impress each teen girl, without success. He wears a pair of corrective prescription eye glasses over one of his damaged retina from a violent body hit during one of the football games as a senior player.

Breck narrows his eyeballs and focuses on Yancy's earlobes, gasping in shock, whispering for his eardrums only. "Yeah, I remember. Yancy had mentioned over and over again that he possessed a pair of attached earlobes. His earlobes are different looking, making him appear like an elf. Yeah, I recall. Flamingo had observed during his stint as a medical clerk for the football team medical physician Dr. Slate that Yancy had possessed a set of attached earlobes, instead of a set of detached earlobes like me. I see the difference. Why is there a difference in a pair of earlobes?"

Breck returns back and reads the same page of information with a whisper. "An earlobe is comprised of fleshy tissue of collagen and fat cells. An earlobe does not contain bone or cartilage while feeling soft and mushy, tantalizing the sexual pleasure receptors for both a male and a female. An attached earlobe is connected to the side of the face. A pair of detached earlobes freely hangs along the side of the neck. A detached pair of earlobes is a dominate trait that comes from the genes of one or both parents. The attached pair of earlobes is a recessive trait. This genetic report has determined that the baby possesses a pair of detached earlobes based on his genetic marker that has been inherited from one or both parents. Does Jeranda possess a pair of detached earlobes?"

Breck looks up and turns to study Jeranda, studying her right earlobe on the side of her head, whispering for his eardrum only. "If I had her set of DNA genetic reports, then I wouldn't need my eyeballs to study the evil subject. Her earlobes are not funny looking like Yancy's, so she appears to possess a set of detached earlobes. Damn! I thought I have found a unique trait that is exclusive with Jeranda, not with Flamingo. Then, I can show true legal lawyer evidentiary proof that Flamingo is not the father of the child," he turns and stares with a deep sigh at Flamingo while hearing the conversation at the witness stand between Flamingo and Litisha.

On the courtroom floor, Litisha continues to stand and smile at Flamingo. "Do you feel disbelief, suspicion, deeply troubled, young sir?"

Flamingo smiles, "No."

"Do you feel afraid and scared?"

"No."

On the defendant's table, Breck exhales with worry. "Yes, I do feel worry for you, Flamingo. He entire life is about to change and I can't stop it," he looks down with a stern face and flips the page, reading the information, whispering for his eardrums only. "Ugh! This is the end for Flamingo. This is the last genetics report on the baby. I really don't wanna read it, because I will feel really depressed and sad afterwards," he exhales with worry and looks up, staring at Flamingo.

Litisha is directing the line of legal questioning towards a love-relationship between Flamingo and whore Jeranda. Flamingo has never established a love-relationship with any girl but Violet as their two individual zodiac signs are compatible for reach other which will lead to marriage and a happy husband-wife relationship foreverly.

On the court room floor, Litisha smiles at Flamingo. "Does an unplanned pregnancy and then producing a live birth of the child represent a piece of unfilled love? Do you possess feelings of an unfilled love?"

Flamingo smiles, "No."

"Do you feel that there is a chance for a new beginning with Jeranda and Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth?"

"No."

On the defendant's table, Breck exhales with concern for his family and then looks down with a stern face, reading the last page of new information, whispering for his eardrums only. "The baby possesses a set of dry earwax. Why is that important here? Who cares about their individual earwax? No one thinks about their individual earwax properties, including me, Flamingo, Jeranda, and a three-month-old baby. Why is this genetic report even important? It does not help me in helping Flamingo's fight against that whore Jeranda." He reads the entire report. "Earwax traps dust, dirt, and bacteria that flow into the ear canal which helps prevent a nasty ear infection. O! That's why Almighty God created earwax," he softly chuckles and continues reading. "Dry earwax is linked to less B.O. or body odor," he laughs. "Then, each Lacy Springs High football player does not possess a set of dry earwax inside their ear canal, because their body stinks after each football practice so bad that ya need a clothes line pin to hold over your two nose holes," he smiles and continues to read with a whisper. "About 2,000 years, no, it is 2,000 generations ago, that is a long line of ancient dead people," he softly chuckles. "Around 2,000 generations ago, almost all of the humans migrated out of Africa. I had learned that information from my world history class in the tenth grade. One group of humans moved to present day continent of Europe, where their present day people are called Europeans. The other group of humans moved to present day continent of Asia. O! That's really interesting. The people that moved to the present day continent of Asia had developed a type of dry earwax between their two ear canals. O! That's interesting also. What is dry earwax? I have never heard that medical term before. I didn't learn about earwax during my required health class in the tenth grade also, which is a gross topic of human body functions. Dry earwax appears as a flaky, white-colored substance when it is compared to wet earwax. Wet earwax! What is wet earwax? I didn't know that wet earwax existed in a human body. Wet earwax is a dark-colored and sticky substance."

Breck gasps in shock and whispers for his eardrums only. "There are two different types of earwax substances that exist in the human body. I didn't know that either," he continues to read the same genetics report. "The type of earwax depends upon one gene or genetic trait. That one gene is a protein that carries the fatty substances out from the interior ear canal and stores it in the outer canal. That one gene determines if less fatty substances is stored into the earwax which causes a dry consistency. So, a human eardrum coming from the one gene contains either dry or wet earwax. The condition of dry earwax comes from a dead ancient relative that descended from the Asia people that had transported from the continent of Africa and then lived in present day Asia. Wait! I possess blonde hair and blue eyeballs. An Asia person displays olive skin and black hair. That is not me! I am from the line of dead European ancestors, where I possess Italian blood like my Grandfather Dunlap and my Grandmother McCory, not an ounce of Asia blood."

Breck continues to read the genetic report. "The baby's genetic percentage of wet earwax is measured at ninety-eight percent, which is almost one hundred percent. And the genetic marker for dry earwax is inherited from one parent or both parents. This is it. I found it. I found the difference in the baby and my brother Flamingo. I have the answer." He looks up and smiles at Flamingo and then gasps in alarm. "I'm running outta of time. Flamingo is running outta of time too. Litisha has spent too much time harassing Flamingo's ass and is wrapping up her legal line of questioning about the baby and Jeranda. I must prepare my genetic presentation to the judge, not Toluene. I must rush."

Breck whips out his mobile telephone with a smile and types on the keyboard, reading the screen, jolting down all of the new information on top of the genetics paper report to save his brother Flamingo from fatherhood.

On the court room floor, Litisha smiles at Flamingo. "Do you trust Jeranda?"

"No."

"Do you believe Jeranda?"

"No."

"I do believe that I have exhausted all of my questions about Jeranda. I would like to ask you some personal question, Flamingo? Do you mind?"

"No."

"Do you feel the need to turn your love around and marry Jeranda?"

"Naw."

"Will you quit the partying and loving-making with the whores to devote your time to your son?  
Flamingo laughs, "Never."

"Will you grow up and accept your manly responsible as the father of your son?"

"Never."

On the defendant's table, Breck almost finishes preparing his legal report and looks up with a gasp, seeing Flamingo. He leans over and mouth spits on the suntanned cheekbone on the lawyer. "Flamingo is losing the war. Do something right now to help Flamingo, Toluene."

Beside Breck, Flamingo's paid lawyer Toluene looks up with a smirk and stares at her client. "Flamingo has jumped overboard into the pool of sharks. He's drowning in own sewer shit."

On the court room floor, Litisha continues to stand sideways with a smile while watching Flamingo and Toluene. "Will you do what is right and might thing here, Mr. McCory, the fourth?"

Flamingo grins. "No."

"You have created a wonderful life form, a baby. Do you feel joy for the baby, Mr. McCory, the fourth?"

"No."

"Will you be involved in the baby's life?"

He laughs, "Never!"

Litisha turns and smiles to Judge Julia. "Your Honor, I rest my legal side of the fatherly paternity case here. Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth is a father and is unwillingly to accept his fatherly role to his baby son, who is named after him. I or you or her or his mother cannot force Flamingo to visit with the child. However, I do believe that he can be substituted by a check support check, which is money. I do believe that is the least effort Mr. McCory, the fourth can contribute to this terrible non-loving and hostile mother-father relationship."

"Never!" He laughs out loud.

She turns and sneers at Flamingo. "I was not talking to you, young stud."

"Never!" he smiles.

"I was not talking to you, Flamingo."

"Never!" he chuckles.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia frowns down at the rude behavior coming from the prosecution attorney. "Have your finished questioning your star eyewitness, Attorney Litisha?"

"Yes," Litisha continues to back step with a sneer at Flamingo, stops, and then scoots down into the bench seat with her client Jeranda watching the judge. Time is up. The clock on the forward wall reads thirty minutes before noon, which is the lunch time meal for a worker. So, Judge Julia must finally rule on the paternity case before the courtroom closes down for the lunch meal.

Each legal side has been provided a free opportunity to speak about the fatherhood of Flamingo. However, the prosecution side has done an excellent job of proving their working theory of fatherhood for the baby, without a valid blood test coming from a stubborn and arrogant teenager Flamingo.

Litisha turns and smiles at her lazy legal opponent Toluene, who has earned a pretty nice set of pennies from Arie McCory for the legal kangaroo court today. Toluene also continues to sit and stare down at her mobile telephone during the entire court trial of teenagers. But Litisha is about to trump her victory with the judge in a few more seconds.

On the defendant's table, Breck swiftly stands upright from the hard chair and waves his arm near his smile, staring at the judge. "Your Honor, I would like to question my client."

In the first row, Arie gasps in shock and narrows her eyelashes at her first born son Breck, who has always sided with her about the fatherhood for Flamingo. She whispers. "What is Breck doing up there? He is not a licensed attorney."

AJ continues to hold her hand and whispers with a smile into her soft cheekbone. "Your three sons are always filled with adventuresome and mischievousness. Cinco must've become bored and then challenged Breck with a dare, where Breck could not refuse."

She frowns. "He must have."

On the prosecution table, Litisha swiftly stands upright and sneers at Breck. "What in the fuck is this? He...he is a child. He...he is a teenager. He...he is a high schooler. He is not a legal lawyer."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and frowns at the nose profile on Litisha. "Now, usually, I would toss a contempt charge on your ass and then your ass land down inside one of my empty jail cells in the rear of this courtroom for that rude outburst and cursing behavior inside my court room. However, this is a truly a kangaroo court with a set of cute and ugly hopping teenly kangaroos than I care not to court. The defense team has paid all of the court costs, up front, which is a pretty nice penny for the Lacy Springs war treasure chest. So, if the eighteen-year-old, high school student, and a future pre-law high school student wants to question the father of the child, who is his brotherly client, then I will allow it. Also, there will be no more outbursts without raising your arm first and then waiting for my head nod," she laughs out loud with some of the audience members. She motions with a smile to Breck. "Future lawyer Breck, please, come up here into the gallery court room and proceed with your line of questions with defendant Flamingo."

In the audience, each teen, adults, and police officer sounds with a series of claps, hoots, whistles, and cheers for Breck and his upcoming debut as a junior unlicensed lawyer.

On the defendant's table, the hired and paid defendant's lawyer Toluene slides out from the bench seat and stands on top of the wooden floor, staring with a sour frown at Breck.

Breck scoots out from the wooden table and spins around, facing the audience, nodding with a smile. He slowly back steps and waves both of his hands near his smile, holding a small stack of papers in one cupped palm. "We are all here to observe the Sixth Amendment with the US Constitution. There are five components of the Sixth Amendment within the US Constitution that guarantees the right for each American citizen like me and you and he and she and it, sometimes," he laughs with the audience. "He receives the right to a speedy and public trial which is occurring right now, so I will check mark that one off my vocal list. He receives the right to be tried by an impartial jury, which are all of you, teens, so I will check mark that one off my vocal list. My brother receives the right of to be informed of the charges, where he is the proposed father of an infant baby boy," he slaps his chest with a nod and a smile. "And my brother receives the right of an attorney, which is now me, since our recently hired and paid licensed one sucks on raw eggnog," he laughs with the other teens and some of the mature adults, which does not include his mother Arie and the defense lawyer Toluene. AJ smirks without his future wife seeing his face of content for Breck.

"Your Honor!" Toluene slides back down into the bench seat.

Cinco slides over and sits next to Toluene, laughing with the happy face on his older triplet brother Breck and then whispers with glee. "Breck has found something that will save Flamingo. Breck is going to become a great lawyer for the McCory family and farm."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia smiles down at the blonde tinted hair roots on teenager Breck, "Silence! I am interested in his storytelling. Please, be silent in here. Please continue, future lawyer Breck."

Breck continues to back step, stops, and then stands beside the witness box, without seeing Flamingo, facing the audience of teens with a smile. He continues to wave the thin stack of loose papers in one cupped hand and shouts out loud. "There is a set of hard scientific evidence that a natural bonding occurs between a mother and a baby. There is a physical process whereby the cells on the growing fetus pass down into the maternal circulation system during the process of pregnancy. This happens at five weeks of gestation inside the fetus. Literally, the cells coming from the fetus travel down into the mother's body. Thus, the mother feels more connection to the fetus rather than the father-to-be. Thus, a man and a woman react differently to a pregnancy."

On the defendant's table, Toluene leans over and frowns into the cheekbone on Cinco, staring at the back spine on Breck. "What is Breck doing?"

Cinco leans over and mouth spits at the detached earlobe on Toluene with a soft growl, "He is saving your ass from my mama and my mama's fury! My mama paid you a bunch of good money to save Flamingo's ass here in the court room. As of now, I don't see you saving anyone's ass but your own."

Toluene reaches up and wipes off the warm mouth spit from her eardrum with a sneer. "There is nothing that I can do here. I have the good word. Judge Julia will rule that Flamingo must take a paternal blood test, which will determine the truth for the baby. Or Judge Julia will rule that Flamingo is the father, without the paternal test of his blood protein. That is the law of the land here in Dixie and the rest of the world. You are a spoiled brat and cannot comprehend the real world. College learning will do you a world of greatness if you are able to hack in the tough setting of academics," laughing. Cinco sneers into her face. She scoots over and sits on the end of the bench seat with a smirk, looking down, fiddling with her phone, singing in a set of soft chuckles.

On the court room floor, Breck continues to stand with a smile and waves the stack of paper at the audience of teens and adults. "So, a father-to-be is not emotionally connected to the pregnancy like the mother-to-be. But, a father-to-be is more concerned about the circumstances of the fetus rather than his embedded sissy emotion, such like, the financial fun facts of the baby which creates a warm fuzzy feeling of worry. So, I am justifying the detached emotions of Mr. McCory, the fourth. If a true father-to-be is not connected to the mother-to-be pregnancy, then Flamingo has rightly shown a true response of avoidance from that baby. He has been pushing away from that baby and that mother of the child, so this is a natural reaction in a runaway male. Flamingo might have shown a more drastic act by staying inside a cave for a couple of days and nights," he slowly spins around winks at Flamingo. Flamingo laughs with a nod in silence. Breck spins back around and smiles to the audience. "So, if Flamingo pushes back, then his loving family members should remain calm, positive, hopeful while holding reserve judgment from his silly teenly actions."

At the defendant's table, Toluene looks down and types on the keyboard on her personal telephone with confusion. "Where is Breck getting his invalid and illegal medical information?"

Cinco smiles with a nod to Breck, "I don't know. But, he's proving out to become an excellent upcoming young future lawyer."

She whispers. "He is proving out to becoming a complete asshole."

On the courtroom floor, Breck nods to the audience. "So, the new mother should have given Flamingo more time without chasing his ass down or demanding his fatherhood or even entering into his teenly man cave," he laughs with the audience. "Flamingo needs more time to process the news flash of a baby and the bold returning of a former flame like Austin does," chuckling.

The audience of teens swiftly stands upright from each chair and shouts out loud, "Berrington! Berrington! Berrington!"

On the first row in the audience section, Arie gasps in shock and turns around to see some of the high schoolers, who have also read The Quartet adventure novels that contain murder, sex, violence, greed, hate, sadness, depression along with love, happiness, and family. "I'm behind the times, which is called a teenage generation gap," she returns back and frowns at Breck for creating a teen riot inside the courtroom.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia frowns and slaps the gavel onto top of the wooden surface, shouting out loud. "Silence in here! Be quiet inside my courtroom!" In the audience, each teen sits down and continues to snigger out loud, bumping with their buddy. She nods to Breck. "Please continue with your storyline, future lawyer Breck."

On top of the court room floor, Breck nods with a smile to the audience. "His anxiety is more often than not his own inadequacies as a new male as he gently falls into his manhood. Each one of his loving family members also should open up a talking dialogue with Flamingo. Compose and present a listing of mixed feeling for discussion about his upcoming manhood. Express your mental thoughts to Flamingo about his young life. At the same time, each one of his family members should try to understand Flamingo's point of view, his situation, his perspective. Each family member should view Flamingo through the eyeballs of their own feelings and emotions about his upcoming manhood also. Each family member should listen to his or her insecurities, his or her childhood anecdotes, his or her worries and then truly dive into his or her side of loneliness before reaching his or her upcoming manhood or womanhood. I am his brother. I happen to be a triplet brother as we are born from the same zygote, which my brother Flamingo always says. My advice to my bro is stay strong, make your decision carefully, and then stick it with furiously. As I have known Flamingo my entire life, I know that my brother does not support my opinions, sometimes, and discounts my wise advice almost all the time. But it is time for me to reassess my brotherly relationship with my brother Flamingo as he approaches his upcoming manhood. Of course, Flamingo has a tendency at failure to listen with a set of clogged earwax inside each eardrum for a wise voice even coming from our wise and older and pretty mother," he reaches up and places his index finger into the eardrum, rubbing the interior ear canal, pulling out the finger with a chuckle. He looks down and frowns at the exposed colored yellow earwax, wiping his dirty, sticky finger pad at the fabric leg on his blue jeans.

Breck looks up and smiles at the audience. "However, I have learned that it is normal to possess a set of mixed deeply feelings about my brother Flamingo. Frankly, it would be really weird, if I did not feel anxiety, excitement, and elation when he and I engage in an occasion fist fight or a temper tantrum or a silly pow-wow moment." he laughs with his two brothers. "Now, it is a new moment of time within our teen life, when there is change coming from a teen into a man. The laughter, the giggles, the cuddles, the fights, the cursing, and the one bloody nose hole moment will last for the rest of our lives as three teens grow into three men also. No one can take those past or future moments away from us. Now, I have one finally question for my client," he spins around and nods to Flamingo. "Are you the father of that cute blonde-haired and blue-eyed baby boy who is named Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth?"

Inside the witness box, Flamingo shakes his nasty backwards baseball cap with a smile, "No."

On the prosecution table, Litisha swiftly stands upright from the bench seat with a smile and tosses both arms in the air, dumping her skull backwards with a gasp. "Finally, finally and finally, this is over. Please rule and announce your legal decision, Your Honor," she looks down with a smirk to see Judge Julia.

On top of the court room floor, Breck continues to stand in front of the Flamingo and looks up with a gasp, viewing the judge. "But, I'm not finished with my line of questions for my client, Your Honor."

On the prosecution table, Litisha wiggles her body side to side and waves both of her arms in the air, saying with a sour frown, jabbing a finger at the back spine on Breck. "Yes, yes, yes, you are finished here, ya non-licensed hillbilly youth. You are rambling about the Sixth Amendment and the right of the US Constitution. Every senior high schooler knows their rights here in America."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and smiles at Litisha. "Thank you, Litisha!"

Litisha nods with a smile and sits down on top of the shared bench seat with her victory. "You are welcome, Your Honor!" Jeranda leans over and slaps the arm on Litisha with a smile of her own victory also in silence.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia looks down and smiles at Breck. "Thank you for reminding me that each American citizen, within our great nation, has rights under the Sixth Amendment. Now, future lawyer Breck, please, continue your question with your client."

Litisha stands and gasps in shock. "What!"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and frowns at Litisha. "Sit down, Litisha!" She views the defendant's lawyer. "Attorney Toluene, it is your turn for the truth. Do you know the set of questions future attorney Breck is going to ask his client, who is his brother?"

"Uh!" Toluene gasps in shock and then looks up, shaking her curls at the judge. "No, I do not."

Judge Julia frowns at Toluene and then looks down at Breck with a nod. "Yeah, I thought not, also. Please, continue with your questioning, future lawyer Breck."

On top of the court room floor, Breck nods with a smile. "Thank you, your Honor!"

Litisha sits back down on the prosecution bench and sneers at the back spine on Breck. "There is nothing more to say or do or talk about. Flamingo is the father of the child. I demand to know when this kangaroo court going to end."

On top of the court room floor, Breck spins around with a smile to view Litisha. "This court trial is going to end in a few more minutes. Then, everyone will get to go back home for a fun day without taking any high school tests. How does that sound, ya'll?" Each audience member sounds with a set of claps, cheers, and hoots.

"Silence, please!" Judge Julia smiles without slapping the gavel on top of the wooden surface. Finally, this ridicule court trial of teenagers is ending for the day.

On top of the court room floor, Breck spins around, moves ahead, and then stands in front of Flamingo with a smile and a wink in silence.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo gasps in alarm and leans over, whispering into the face on Breck. "What are you doing here? I'm on trial for my future live of non-fatherhood, Breck. I need a true lawyer. Where is my truly, incompetent, overpaid lawyer?"

"I got this. Answer the question, when I ask it with your truth. The truth will set you free, bro." Breck nods with a smile.

"What!" Flamingo gasps in alarm and worry.

On top of the courtroom floor, Breck swiftly spins back around and views the audience, nodding with a smile. "Now, I am going to ask a series of question to Flamingo. He will answer each one with his honest and loud, clear voice for each pair of eardrums. But wait! Before, I start the line of questioning with my client."

On the prosecution table, Litisha continues to sit and sneers at Breck, "Your Honor, I object his fun which is not fun for me."

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia laughs. "Be quiet, Litisha!"

Breck smiles, "I mentioned before that Flamingo has rights under the Sixth Amendment coming from the great US Constitution. That's why he is here and you are here with him. Within the Sixth Amendment, I did not mention the fifth component, the right to confront and call witnesses. Flamingo must have the opportunity to confront and cross-examine each eyewitness..."

"He did. His lawyer didn't," Litisha laughs. "This court trial has finished, Your Honor. Do I need to remind here! The time is 11:45 am. The courtroom closes at noon for the lunch meal."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia smiles at Breck. "Please ignore the prosecution team and carry on with your legal discussion with me, not Litisha."

"Yes ma'am!" Breck smiles, "The confrontation and cross-examination process for each eyewitness ensures the due process right for Flamingo. Each eyewitness statement is recorded and spoken out loud in a court of law as opposed to any nasty hearsay gossip. Each side is allowed to call an eyewitness for their benefit of the legal case. Now, Flamingo was not allowed to confront or cross-examine the main eyewitness for his fatherly paternal case."

On the prosecution table, Litisha laughs. "You are over your big head, Breck. Each eyewitness was called and spoke in a set of honest terms about Flamingo while the defense attorney sat there and played on her mobile telephone." Toluene turns and gasps at Litisha. Litisha turns and winks at Toluene. "We all saw it. Some of us even video recorded it with their cell phone, sister," she laughs with the audience of teens and adults.

In the audience section, on the first row, Arie continues to sit and frowns with annoyance inn silence.

On top of the court room floor, Breck continues to nod at the judge. "I am ignoring the nasty and rude verbal comments flowing from the other side of the court room, which is known as the prosecution bench, Your Honor." Judge Julia chuckles with a nod to Breck. Breck smiles, "Now, here in the court trial, Flamingo cannot cross-examine the main eyewitness from the fatherly paternity case, which is the baby. A baby cannot talk or walk or pee in the toilet by itself. However, I do possess a set of reports that can be legally substituted for the main eyewitness which is baby, and can be used to cross-examine the main eyewitness for Flamingo's defense with your permission, of course, Your Honor."

On the prosecution table, Litisha shouts out loud with a sour frown. "No! Teen Breck can't do this without my permission."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods with a smile to Breck. "I am boss here, Litisha. I wanna here the new discussion thread."

"Now, I am ready to start my line of legal questioning at my client," Breck looks at Flamingo. "Do you possess a salty taste on your pink tinted tongue, Flamingo?"

In the audience section, a teen female with long black hair stands upright from her chair with a smile and touches her lips, "I got a sugary tongue. Do you wanna touch it with your wet tongue, Breck? Do you like the taste of sweetness, sugar? Are you going to marry me, today, also?"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia slaps the gavel and points at the teen. "Sit down, female teen! Or you can leave my courtroom also." The teen female sits down with a laugh and leans over, whispering with her set of school girlfriends.

In the witness stand, Flamingo frowns. "I...I do not know. What are you doing up here, Breck?"

"Lucky for me, I do know," he waves the paper near his smile. "I possess a piece of paper that has that holds the answer to my posed question."

On the prosecution table, Litisha continues to sit and sneers at the back spine on Breck. "Your Honor, is the future dumb lawyer, who is really a high school student, going to read his set of baby papers, until the suppertime meal this evening? Because I have places to be and appointments to keep," she laughs with the audience of teens.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia looks down and frowns at Breck. "Young future lawyer, I have given you an opportunity which you seem to be wasting with my time and your time. Is there a point to your line of questions?"

Breck nods with a stern face to the judge. "Yes ma'am! I have a valid legal point here. Flamingo does not know the answer to my posed medical question, because he has not ever been asked that particular question before. However, this piece of paper is related only to baby boy McCory, the sixth. And it..."

"What!" On the defendant's table, Toluene frowns at the back spine on Breck, whispering to Cinco. "What is your brother Breck talking about? Why is he waving around a sheet of paper? What is on that sheet of paper that he is waving around? Breck is going to get me jailed inside one of the empty but newly decorated jail cells. What is he doing up there near the witness stand with your brother?"

"Your legal lawyering job!" Cinco stares and sneers at Toluene while staring at Flamingo.

On the prosecution table, Litisha frowns. "Your Honor, this is called something that I can't or won't explain with my common sense or law sense. I demand to see that piece of paper that holds the baby's name that piece of paper is illegal and invalid."

On top of the court room floor, Breck spins around and smiles at Litisha, "You have the piece of paper. You gave this piece of paper to Flamingo's lawyer, like you are supposed to do before a court of law begins. This piece of paper is a set of medical results coming from a series of genetic tests that the three-month-old baby had received from a genetics laboratory at a privately owned genome testing company. Each genetic report is valid, real, true, genuine and authentic."

Toluene turns and sneers at the prosecution lawyer. "What is he talking about, Litisha?"

Litisha sits down and shuffles the stack of papers on top of the wooden table. "I don't know. I mean, I do know. I mean. I am looking for the same piece of paper with the baby's name."

Judge Julia turns and smiles at Litisha. "Until you find the paper, Litisha, I will allow Breck to continue with his storyline. I am very curious and intrigued also."

Breck spins back around and nods with a smile to the judge. "Does Flamingo possess a salty or a sugary taste on his pink tinted tongue? I asked that question to Flamingo, because this piece of paper states that the McCory baby possesses sixty-three percent of a salty tongue based on his individual inherited genes. Please forgive me, Your Honor. I am not explaining based on any correct scientific and medical words as I am only a high school senior at the moment. But I can clearly communicate my intent here to you and the jurors and the audience of teens and Litisha too. A gene comes from both the mother and the father that creates a little tiny baby. However, Flamingo has not bothered to volunteer any of his inherited genes for any type of medical or mental test," he laughs with Cinco.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo sneers at his brother. "That's not funny, Brick Brain!"

Breck nods. "So, a salty tongue comes from either the mother's gene or the father's gene or both of the parental genes, which is called an inherited gene."

On the prosecution table, Litisha continues to shuffle the pieces of paper and finds the paper on the tongue for the bay, reading the information in silence. "Breck is making no sense here. I found it. This is a genetic report. Yes, the baby had undergone a set of genetic tests based on his tiny body samples of a blood protein, unlike his biological father, of course. However, a genetic report is never used in a court of law. The genetic report is a new thing and clearly misunderstood with the jury and the judge. Please dismiss this silly statements coming out from the mouth of a babe, your Honor," laughing.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia turns and frowns at Litisha, tapping her graying temple with a slight nod. "I seem to remember that you used a testosterone report that had been stolen from the Lacy Springs High school medical office without a search warrant from me or another circuit judge. All's fair in war and love and court evidentiary legal papers, today, Attorney Litisha. You should remember that line for any and all future legal cases. So, I will allow Breck to continue with his questions and his storyline. I am both intrigued and curious like the other teens," she drops her hand onto the wooden surface and turns with a smile to see Breck.

On top of the court room floor, next to the witness stand with Flamingo, Breck whips out the next piece of paper. "The baby possesses a pair of detached earlobes. Within the medical world, an earlobe is comprised of connective tissues that combine with a mixture of areola tissues and fat cells. The pair of earlobes carries blood supply which keeps the organs warm and balanced for the human. There are two types of earlobes, attached or free and detached. Each human body possesses one type only."

"I have a pair of attached earlobes. Do you wanna see the different in my earlobes with Flamingo's, Your Honor?" Yancy swiftly stands upright from his chair on the first row and touches both of his earlobes with a nod and a smile. Each face turns and laughs at silly Yancy with humor.

On top of the judge's bench, Julie turns and gasps in shock. "Yes, I do. Please, please, come up here and stand before me. What is your name, teen?"

Yancy swiftly moves ahead and smiles at the judge. "My name is Yancy. And it was Flamingo that figured out that I had a set of attached earlobes when he was playing a fake medical asshole doctor during the last few football games. I inherited a pair of attached earlobes from my great-great grandfather, who came here from the country of Scotland," he enters the court gallery and stops in front of judge, pulling on his two earlobes. "You can visually see that my matching pair of attached earlobe hangs along my neckline or connects to the side of the face. If you look at Flamingo or his triple brother Breck, who stands beside me, their matching pair of earlobes is free and kinda swings outward in the air waves, without touching their neckline or the side of their face."

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia places on her nose the eye glasses and studies Yancy and then Breck, saying with a smile. "Yes, yes, I clearly see the difference in a pair of freely detached or a set of hanging down attached earlobes. Thank you, young man!" She sits back and removes her eyeglasses, staring at Breck.

Breck nods with a smile and points at Flamingo. "Flamingo has a pair of detached earlobes that also matches the baby."

"Breck!" Flamingo continues to sit inside the witness box and sneers at his brother. This new information is not helping his plan to win the court case and not become a newish father of the baby brat.

On the prosecution table, Litisha stands upright from the shared bench seat and flings the same genetic report in the air with a laugh. "Well, I agree. Breck has done my job for me. He has proven that Flamingo is the baby's father with that same genetic trait of a set of detached earlobes. The baby has a set of detached earlobes. I'm reading this same genetic piece of paper also, Your Honor. Please finally rule for my client and her son while ending this long-suffering court trial that has taken up my busy morning, before my lunch meal."

"Breck!" Flamingo continues to sit inside the witness stand and growls at his brother.

Breck spins around and laughs out loud, staring at Litisha. "You need to attend more high school or college science classes, Miss Nasty Prosecution Lawyer. The majority of the people on Planet Earth possess a pair of detached earlobes, because it is a dominant inherited allele gene coming from your mommie or your daddy or both of your parents. The percentage is seventy percent. So, it is thirty percent for a person to inherit the recessive allele gene and display a pair of attached earlobes, like my childhood friend Yancy," he reaches over and hugs Yancy with a laugh, "Thanks for the demonstration, Yancy. Go back and sit down, please!" Breck releases the hug with a laugh and shoves Yancy away from his taller body.

"Shore thing, Breck!" Yancy moves ahead with a smile and exits the court galley, sitting back down in the audience.

Breck smiles to Litisha. "And I found all that medical information on my mobile telephone, which you can find and review also. I would like to point here about the science field of genetics. Researchers all over the world are smarter than I and study about genetic traits all the time, conducting numerous scientific studies. Genetics is the study of heredity. Heredity is the transmission of a group of genetic characters from the set of biological parents to their biological offspring. A dominate gene shows up over a recession gene, such like, a glowing head of red hair over a head of dull black hair. For a common list of some visual genetic characteristics, you can visually see a set of dimples in the cheeks, a jaw line with a cleft chin, a hairline with a widow's peak, a pair of attached earlobes on the side of the face, the ability to roll the human tongue inside the mouth, an arc of the hitchhiker's thumb, and a bigger second toe on both of the naked feet."

On the prosecution table, Litisha continues to stand and shouts out loud to the judge. "Why do we need this science lesson, Your Honor? I do not think so. And I didn't like the topic of science, so I became a lawyer in law school instead," laughing.

"What is the judge doing?" Jeranda stands upright from the beach seat beside Litisha and frowns with worry at Breck, who stands and smiles like a prince of royalty.

"Judge Julia is bored with the court performance. She is playing her own mind game and humoring the high schooler. Don't worry! I'm not worried but annoyed with Judge Julia," Litisha fakes a smile and whispers to Jeranda. "His genetics information is irrelevant to your paternal case and the clearing of Flamingo as the baby's true father. You will win it all."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia frowns. "Be quiet and sit down, Litisha! I am learning. Please continue, Breck!"

On the prosecution table, Litisha and Jeranda sit down in silence and listen to the conversation without interrupting.

On top of the courtroom floor, Breck nods with a smile at the judge. "Yes ma'am! A widow's peak is a dominate gene trait over a straight hairline, where thirty-five percent of people in the world possess the inherited trait coming from one parent or both parents. And I found that information on the internet too. A cleft chin exists in five percent of the world's population. The ability to roll the tongue appears in eighty percent within the people population. The arc of the hitchhiker's thumb is seen on twenty-five percent of all peoples. And finally, the presentation of a longer second toe to the other four toe bones on both of the naked feet is displayed with thirty percent of the world's population." Every teen removes their shoe or looks down at their open sandals, viewing their second toe.

Within the audience of teens, a male voice shouts out loud. "That's me!"

Within the same audience of teens, a female voice screams out loud. "That's not me!"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods with a smile. "That is an excellent presentation in genetics, Breck. I can't wait to return back into my office, take off my shoes, and check my second toe," laughing.

On the prosecution table, Litisha taps her fingers on top of the wooden surface. "Your Honor, are you going to rule on the paternity suit right now? The time is nearly noon for my lunch meal. I'm hungry for my delicious meal."

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods to Breck. "Hold your pretend horses, Litisha! What else do you say about the topic of genetics, Breck?"

Breck nods to Julia and waves a sheet of paper near his smile. "I have one more thing about the study of genetics. This piece of paper states that the baby possesses a set of dry earwax. For a human, earwax presentation comes in two favors, wet or dry. Stick your finger into her eardrum, Your Honor," he sticks an index finger into his eardrum with a grunt. Flamingo, Cinco, and each member within the audience copy Breck's movement while feeling confused and curious. Breck wiggles his finger and grunts with the movement, staring at Flamingo. "I am doing the same procedure with Flamingo also." He pulls out his index finger and frowns with disgust.

In the witness stand, Flamingo pulls out his index finger and frowns down with disgust also. "What is this?"

In the audience, each teen, adult, police officer, the bailiff, Toluene, Cinco, AJ, Arie, and Julia perform the ear wiggle and then remove their single finger pad, frowning down at the earwax in silence. Some of the teens wipe the disgusting substance on each other's body part for fun and giggles.

On top of the court room floor, Breck waves his finger near his smile, nodding to the judge. "My earwax is wet and appears as a yellow, sticky gooey wax, which is a protein that transports the fatty substance from the internal ear toward the outer ear canal that protects from infection. This protein is one gene that come directly from one parent or both biological parents which also exhibits the dominate trait," he looks down and smiles at Flamingo's wet finger. "I am staring down at Flamingo's finger. He exhibits a set of yellow colored, sticky earwax, which is called wet earwax. I am not surprised here with my simple medical test as he is like me. And he and I are two of three triplets coming from the same zygote."

Breck continues to hold his wet finger near his smile and waves the sheet of paper in the air while staring at the brown tinted hair roots on Judge Julia. Julia has participated in the ear wiggle movement and stares down at her earwax with curious. Breck smiles, "However, this piece of paper states that the baby possesses dry earwax, not wet earwax. Dry earwax is light colored and dry, not yellow colored and sticky. The dry earwax is a recessive trait that comes from one parent or both parents. Flamingo is displaying a wet finger like his two triplet brothers that show yellow colored and sticky earwax, not dry and white colored earwax. In this case, the dry earwax must come from the other parent which is either his mother Jeranda or his unknown other biological father. Thus, I have proven that my brother Flamingo is not the father of the child, who possesses a set of dry earwax."

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo gasps in alarm and looks up, smiling at Breck, wiggling his wet finger in the air with shock and happiness.

On the prosecution table, Jeranda swiftly stands upright and screams out loud, tossing both her arms in the air with fury. "What!"

Litisha stands upright and jabs a dry finger at Breck. She had not participated in the silly earwax wiggle from her ear canal. She shouts out loud. "This is shitty nonsense, Your Honor. I demand that you rule for my client before this silly kangaroo court trial turns into a mushy marshmallow patch right now."

On the judge's bench, Judge Julia looks up with a gasp and then looks down to see her yellow tinted earwax while she is stunned with the new discovery by the non-licensed attorney Breck, who is a high schooler.

The audience of teens, adults, and police officers continue to sit or stand, staring in shock at Breck, softly talking with each other about the new discovery also.

On the prosecution table, Toluene and Cinco swiftly stand upright and stare at Flamingo. Cinco dances in place side to side with a happy smile and spins around to see his row of childhood friends nodding with numerous head bobs without perturbing the judge.

On the first row, each person stands upright and stares at Flamingo also while listening to the new conversations.

On the jury box of teens, each teen drops down their individual personal mobile telephone and swiftly stands upright with a smile, staring at Flamingo also.

In the audience, Dr. Hamal swiftly stands upright from his chair and calls out loud to the judge, scooting off the row, approaching the court galley. "Your Honor, I am a licensed medical physician here in the great State of Alabama. I offer my medical service free of charge here inside your court room. Breck is correct. The ear canal produces earwax. There are two distinct types of earwax, dry or wet. A human pair of ears only produced one type of earwax. I can solve this mystery very swiftly. I can safely swab the child's outer ear canal for a sample and quickly verify if the child possesses dry earwax."

"No!" Jeranda stomps her feet behind the prosecution table and sneers with fury at the judge and Flamingo. "No! I refuse any type of medical test on my baby. My baby is innocent and healthy here. Flamingo is the father. He is faking or lying to everyone here in the courtroom. Litisha, tell them!" She crosses her arms and wears a sour frown, staring at Flamingo. He has made a deal with the judge which has caused this trouble for Jeranda.

Litisha looks down and searches through the stack of genetics papers, looking for the earwax report with deep worry. She had not bothered to read each genetic report when the information had never been used in a court to law. The field of genetics and genetic testing is new and sued more for a criminal case.

From the aisle and through the flap door, Hamal enters the court gallery, stops, and stands beside Breck, staring at Judge Julia. "This is a simple cotton swab. I will insert the cotton swab into the outer part of the baby's ear and then swab the flesh, without harm, such like, where each one stuck a finger pad into their ear canal for fun. The simple medical procedure will not harm the baby. Then, we will have the true answer. A genetic test is very accurate by today's medical standards. I do believe in the final laboratory results from the produced genetics report. I can verify also that Flamingo, like his two brothers, possess wet earwax. It is impossible for a human to produce a different type of earwax, since their birth. What do you want me to do, Your Honor?"

"No! No! No! Do not touch my baby! I will kill you, if you come near my baby. Do not touch my baby!" Jeranda screams out loud and shakes her entire body in place feeling angry, hate, revenge, worry, fear, terror and horror.

Each audience member wobbles side to side and mumbles with hot lip gossip to their buddy and as each pair of eyeballs watches Jeranda and the action inside the court gallery with intrigue.

On top of the defendant's table, Cinco spins around and sneers at Jeranda for that ugly comment. No one is going to harm her or her baby. He wants the judge to declare a mistrial or something that will get Flamingo outta of this baby situation. Then, Cinco can go home, eat lunch, and spend the day with his girl Babbie. They can go into the wilderness and act like Adam and Eve for the rest of the nice sunny afternoon.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia wipes her dirty finger on her robe silk and looks up with a stern face to see Jeranda. "Jeranda, you have a choice here. The licensed medical physician can swab the baby's outer ear canal and verify his dry earwax. Or he can swab your outer ear canal and verify your dry earwax. I understand medical science too. The genetics test had been administrated to the baby. The baby possesses dry earwax. The dry earwax trait comes from one parent or both parents. Breck has provided an excellent medical demonstration that he and his two other triplet brothers possess wet earwax. Wet earwax is yellow colored and sticky, which I possess too. Flamingo does not possess dry earwax. Thus, the baby did not receive the dry earwax trait from Flamingo. But, maybe, the baby received the dry earwax trait from you, Jeranda. The medical physician can swab your outer ear canal without harm, since you are highly opposed to anyone touching your healthy child. I understand the motherly feeling as I am a mother also."

On the prosecution table, Litisha looks up and nods with a grin to Judge Julia, "Yes. Yes. Yes. That is correct, Your Honor. Jeranda's ears possess the dry earwax recessive gene. Her motherly trait has been passed down to her baby, only. Once that is proven, will you please rule for my client that Flamingo still is the father?"

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo stands upright from the chair and gasps in alarm. Breck had been brilliant finding the unique inherited gene that didn't belong to him or his two brothers. Now, one parent only needs to possess the gene which is passed down to the baby, which might be Jeranda. Then, Flamingo will be rewarded as the father of the child, unless he takes a paternity test, which he will die before that happens.

On top of the court room floor, Breck spins around with a gasp and stares with worry at Jeranda. He had not fathomed that the mother of the child could be the other parent that possessed the inherited trait down to her biological baby son. Then Flamingo would for certain be awarded the title of father of the baby.

Next to Breck, medical physician Dr. Hamal spins around and reaches down into his doctor bag, pulling out a single cotton swab, holding the object near mouth while staring at Jeranda in silence

On the prosecution table, Jeranda sobs with tears and scream out loud. "No. No. No. I refuse the test. I refuse to participate in this silly game. What is going on here? He is the father of my baby. Why doesn't anyone believe me?"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia exhales with worry and wears a stern face, staring at Litisha and then Jeranda. "Jeranda, you have a choice here. Here, in the courtroom, the medical physician can swab your outer ear canal for your personal type of earwax and verify dry earwax. Or in the office of your personal medical physician, he or she can swab your outer ear canal for your personal type of earwax and verify dry earwax. Right now, I am halting the court trial..."

"No. No. No." Jeranda tosses both of her arms into the air and shakes her body, slapping her arms back down onto her gray tinted skirt, shouting out loud. She sobs with tears of worry and fury. "You can't do that. This court trial proves that Flamingo is the father of my baby. Why are you all against me?"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods with a stern face to Jeranda. "No one is against you. Everyone wants to find out the truth, Jeranda. I am halting the court trial right now. I am not making any judge or judgment decision about the father of your baby right now. What is your decision, Jeranda? I am waiting for an answer."

Next to her daughter Jeranda, Ferdome stands upright from the shared bench seat and wipes off her rolling tears, reaching down and then picks up the baby from the stroller bed. She gently cuddles the sleeping baby and sobs with worry about her family in silence.

On the first row of seats, Arie moves away from AJ, stops, and stands in front of the flap door without entering. She stares and sobs with her own set of tears for the baby and Jeranda also.

On the prosecution table, Litisha shuffles through the loose papers and finds the genetic report which details the DNA testing on Jeranda, staring at the final test result. Jeranda had read about the genetic testing and insisted that her and her baby freely participate in the testing to prove that Flamingo was the father of her child. Of course, the current stack of DNA tests only follows Jeranda's mother or her mtDNA or mitochondrial string. However, the current genetic testing string also analyses the 23 pairs of chromosomes which come from each parent, the mother and the father as DNA strand is made from genes from each mother and father per biology science and Almighty God. Some of the genetic tests are unique to only the father of the child which only the mother of the child would know for certain.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo continues to stand and loudly hears his own heart organ trying to thump out from his muscular chest as the courtroom setting is steely quiet and as each pair of eyeballs only stare only upon Jeranda.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia clears her throat and creates noise inside the quiet courtroom, "What is your decision, Jeranda?"

On the prosecution table, Jeranda continues to stand and looks down at the messy papers on top of the wooden table, slowly scooting sideways, wiping off her rolling tears in silence. Litisha gasps in shock and gently collides into Jeranda, swiftly scooting off the bench seat, standing in front of the wooden railing that blocks off the audience section, staring at Jeranda.

Jeranda scoots away from the bench seat and slowly moves ahead, looking down at the wooden floor, wiping off her tears.

On top of the courtroom floor, Breck gasps in worry for Flamingo. Jeranda is volunteering to submit to the simple medical examination with your personal earwax, which means that she does possess the dry earwax trait. Then, the baby is her child and the child of Flamingo. He continues to stare at Jeranda without spinning around to see Flamingo, missing the action of intrigue.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo wobbles side to side with nervousness and turns to survey the other faces of his family and friends. His mother Arie stands behind the flap door which blocks the entrance into the court gallery, holding a cupped hand over her mouth, staring at Jeranda. His lawyer Toluene stands behind the prosecution table and holds a cupped hand over her mouth also, staring at Jeranda too. The prosecuting lawyer Litisha stands in front of the wooden railing and holds a cupped hand over her mouth and stares at Jeranda also.

His brother Cinco stands behind the prosecution table and wobbles in place side to side, jabbing a finger at Jeranda, wearing a sour frown. He whispers a set of curse words at the evil teen female for manipulating his brother Flamingo.

His set childhood friends continue to stand and stare at Jeranda with intrigue. Doyle continues to hold his phone in front of his face, recording the action for the internet show later this afternoon.

His other brother Breck continues to stand in place and watches Jeranda.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia continues to sit and views Jeranda in silence.

His personal family physician Dr. Hamal moves ahead with a stern face, stops, and stands away from Breck, posing in the middle of the courtroom floor for the upcoming simple medical examination.

Jeranda's mother, Ferdome continues to stand behind the prosecution table and cuddles the sleeping baby, sobbing with nervousness for her family.

His enemy and his ex-girlfriend Jeranda stops and stands in front of Dr. Hamal dropping her chin down into her chest, wiping the rolling tears from her cheekbones.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo crosses both of his arms with confusion and turns to observe his mother Arie, his attorney Toluene, and the other attorney Litisha. Each woman continues to stand and holds a cupped hand over their mouth while looking at Jeranda like a set of triplets. Flamingo finds the sight with the three adult women both disturbing and confusing. He turns and studies Jeranda.

Jeranda stands in the middle of courtroom without movement and stares down at the floor, wiping off her tears of nervousness and worry, such like, she has been sentenced to death with a neck hanging or a skull chop from the chopping block, in which, the American justice does not enforce but might need too.

Flamingo frowns at the unique courtroom sight.

On top of the courtroom floor, Hamal leans over with a stern face and lifts up the single cotton swab in one hand, extending a hand closer to the exposed earlobe on Jeranda. Jeranda does not move or shout, only wipe off her tears of worry. His other hand holds his medical bag.

In front of the wooden railing beside the prosecution table, Litisha continues to hold a cupped hand over her mouth and lifts up the single sheet of paper, staring down at the genetic test result. She sobs with tears.

Inside eyewitness stand, Flamingo continues to stand and un-crosses both of his arms, slapping each leg while continuously surveying his mother Arie, his lawyer Toluene, and the prosecution lawyer Litisha. Each woman stands in place with a cupped hand over their lips and now sobs with rolling tears. He sneers with a whisper for his eardrums only. "What in the fuck is happening here? My mother is crying for the poor whore, instead of her own biological son. My lawyer is crying for the poor whore also, instead of her paid client. The prosecution lawyer is crying for her whore client, instead of winning her court case. That's it. Litisha is holding a single sheet of paper with the genetic test result that had been performed on her client Jeranda. Breck must have only reviewed the genetic testing results for the baby. I didn't bother to participate in this silly genetic testing event with my blood protein or my dick sperm or my tongue spit. So, Jeranda stands there like she is the victim here. Hell, I'm the victim here," he gasps in alarm and whispers in fury. "My ex-girlfriend Jeranda knows. And my mother Arie knows. And my lawyer Toluene knows. And her lawyer Litisha knows now also. Does Judge Julia know?" He turns and looks up, studying the nose profile on Julia. She continues to stare with a serious brow at Jeranda. He whispers, "Naw. She looks intrigued to me. And it would be illegal for her to side with Jeranda just to imprison me as a father of a baby. Anyways, if that happens, then I'm hiring my own floor of lawyers and conducting my own investigation into fraud and abuse of my person as a newish father. I hate that word, newish. Grandmother McCory will pay for the floor of lawyers, if I asked. She is on my side." Flamingo turns and scans the audience, locating his biological grandparents.

Reese, Jarvis, and Iredell stand against the rear wall with some other adults for a better view of the court gallery. Each one wears a confused brow and stares at Jeranda.

Inside the witness stands, Flamingo continues to stand and exhales with relief, whispering for his eardrums only. "Each one of my grandparents looks stunned and surprised. Of course, Arie would not ever tattle to them. That is her secret method as a mother of three wild ass sons. And her sister and my aunt Aurora, she is not present here in the courtroom. Thank goodness! That's one less mama-bitch on my ass." He gasps in alarm. "Does AJ know?" He turns and sneers at AJ.

On the first row of seats, AJ continues to sit and exhale with a set of deep breathes without experiencing a heart attack.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo exhales with pity and whispers for his eardrums only. "AJ knows also, but he is exempted as he is not part of my blood family clan. Anyways, he had told me that he was not involving his person or his penis in the McCory family fight. AJ is a wise man. I wished that I was a wiser teen. But I'm quickly learning too much about my blood relatives. Arie, Toluene, Jeranda, and Ferdome all know that Jeranda possesses wet earwax like me and Breck and Cinco and Judge Julia. I had read about earwax and learned that there were two distinct types that night while cramming for my new role as the medical clerk for Dr. Hamal. But I'm only a high schooler, not a licensed medical physician. I am so pissed off that rows of Pluto's ice crystals are shaking with my fury throughout the Milky Way Galaxy. My mother Arie worked with my lawyer Toluene and her lawyer Litisha to set my ass up as the father of her baby here inside this fake and false kangaroo courtroom trail in front of my teenly peers. I am not the father of that baby. I fucked the pretty whore with my dick and my dick enjoyed it greatly. But I am very caution and careful as a teen stud with each fuck on every teen girl. I have fucked hundreds of whores and I have never produced a single fetus inside the belly of the beast," he softly chuckles with a grin. "And, now, I will be damned, if I become a daddy, without the permission of my dick and my heart and my mind. Fuck you, Arie!" He turns and sneers at Jeranda.

On top of the court room floor, Dr. Hamal leans over and slowly guides the single cotton swab toward the ear canal on Jeranda.

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo slightly wobbles side to side with fury and balls both of his hands into two fighting fists of angry. He can't wait. He can't stand being used like a stupid pawn by his mother Arie, his lawyer Toluene, the prosecution lawyer Litisha, and finally his ex-whore girlfriend Jeranda. He shouts out loud for each pair of eardrums. "She possesses wet earwax. I am not the damn father of that shitty ass kid."He lifts both of his arms into the air waves and shakes his backwards cap over his bone skull, growling at his former girlfriend in hate and fury. Each pair of eyeballs turns and stares at Flamingo and as each set of lips drop open without a single word.

On top of the court room floor, his ex-whore girlfriend Jeranda looks up with a gasp and sobs with tears, staring at Flamingo in silence.

In front of the flap door, his mother Arie drops her hand and turns, staring at Flamingo, sobbing with tears also in silence.

On the defendant's table, his lawyer Toluene drops her hand and turns, sneering at Flamingo.

In front of the wooden railing, beside the prosecution table, Litisha drops her hand and stares down at the single piece of paper without emotion or staring at Flamingo.

Standing beside Jeranda, Hamal drops down his medical bag onto the floor and reaches out, holding the skull bone on Jeranda without harming her internal ear. He gently enters her outer ear canal to finish the medical examination.

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia gasps in alarm and turns to see Flamingo. "How do you know that information, Flamingo?"

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo drops both of his arms and slaps his each leg, turning with a sneer to view his mother Arie, shouting out loud. "I know."

Standing beside Jeranda, Dr. Hamal carefully extracts the earwax substance from her ear canal and withdraws the cotton swab, releasing her bone skull, studying the color on the cotton with a stern face. He shouts out loud. "The color is yellow tinted and sticky," he turns and faces Judge Julia, nodding with a stern face. "Jeranda possesses wet earwax. The baby possesses dry earwax. Thus, Flamingo is not the father of that child. It is impossible for a human to change or modify their individual personalized earwax that has comes directly from one or both biological parents and has been assigned by Almighty God. For additional verification, the baby should be tested by his personal pediatrician, also, Your Honor. But, without that clinical action occurring right now and based on the valid genetics report, Flamingo is not the father of that child."

Jeranda busts into sobs and tears, swiftly spinning around, moving back to the baby stroller. She stops and reaches out, grabbing her baby from her mother Ferdome, cuddling her child. Ferdome sobs with tears also and wrings her hand with worry for her family members.

In front of the flap door, his mother Arie gasps in shock and stares at Flamingo in shock.

Her son had refused to take the fatherly paternity test as he was afraid, frightened, and fearful of his personal DNA result. Thus, he was the father of the baby but didn't want to admit his new fatherly fate. Arie had agreed with his lawyer Toluene and Jeranda's lawyer Litisha with a teenly court trial to announce that Flamingo was the biological father of Jeranda's baby and to educate each male and female high school student about risk and danger and responsibility of a teenage pregnancy. The idea held merit and was a good idea at the time.

Now, Arie is wrong. Flamingo is not the father of the baby. Her first born triple son Breck somehow had figured out and then presented the new evidence of Flamingo's innocence within this fake court of law. Breck has the potential to become a great lawyer for the McCory clan.

On the defendant's table, Toluene sits down and stares down at neat stack of papers on top of the wooden table. She was certain that her client Flamingo was guilty and the father of the baby. Every male, and sometimes, a female is required take a paternity test to learn the ugly truth or the nasty lie. However, Flamingo had refused with a set of exploding fireworks that he would never allow his blood protein or his dick sperm or his tongue spit along with his two identical triplet brothers to succumb for a simple DNA test to prove or un-prove his fatherhood.

Now, Toluene sees the true light. She is wrong. Flamingo is not the father of that baby. Now, Flamingo is eighteen years old and can vote in the next election for the United States of America president and can hire his own lawyer. He cannot also draw a lawsuit and sue Toluene for civil injustice as minor teenager in high school.

Toluene turns and sneers at Arie, who also has participated in her son's fake and phony court trial. If Flamingo tries to sue and ruin Toluene's law practice or her legal reputation, then Toluene will involve his mother Arie in a court of law or the arbitration process to save her own ass too.

Behind the defendant table, Cinco dances sides to side in place with a smile and sounds with a series of claps, hoots, and laughter with victory for Flamingo, scooting over, violently colliding into the sitting body on Toluene. He growls. "Move off the fucking bench, bitch! I wanna go and hug my brother Flamingo, who is not the father of that damn baby boy, who needs to change his name. Maybe, you can do that for Flamingo, since you fuckingly did nothing before the new discovery of DNA evidence by my other brother Breck." Toluene spins around and growls at the leg on Cinco. Cinco does not relent and slams his hand into her skull, sneering with fury. "Get moving, bitch! Before, I move your ass off that bench and onto the floor for my teenly fun."

She growls. "You're an asshole, Cinco."

He laughs, "Damn straight and proud of it too!" Toluene scoots off the bench and stands upright, scooting into the wooden railing while sneering at the spoiled teenager. Cinco moves off the bench and turns with a gasp to view his mother Arie. Arie continues to stand in front of the flap door and sobs with her tears. Cinco smiles at his mother Arie. "We won, Mama. Mama, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Why are not happy for Flamingo? He won is paternity case. Well, he wasn't the damn father of that shitty child just like he told and repeated to everyone on Planet Earth and all of the angels in heaven. He is right, thou. So, I guess there really wasn't a paternity case here. It was really fake or false or phony or something. O! You're crying with tears of joy. Only a girl does that kind of silly stuff. Me, I'm happy for Flamingo. Mama, are you happy for your son Flamingo too?"

AJ sits upright from the chair and swiftly shuffles through the crowd of teens, stopping beside Arie, hugging her body with a stern face of worry in silence.

Cinco turns and smiles at AJ, "Hey, AJ! Did you see and hear? We won the paternity case. Well, Flamingo won. He is not the father of that bratty baby, like he shouted out loud, so many times. Now, we are all happy again."

He exhales with worry and stares at the wet cheekbone on Arie, saying softly, "Yeah, Cinco!"

On top of the judge's bench, Judge Julia nods to the medical physician with a smile. "Thank you for your immediate doctor service, Dr. Hamal. You are free to leave. And please bill my justice office, if you care too," Dr. Hamal shakes his head with a smile to the judge. She nods to the physician and turns, looking down at the nasty backwards baseball cap on Flamingo, shouting out loud with a smile. "Now, I toss out the paternity suit against eighteen-year-old Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth. Flamingo is not the father of the child." She returns back and views the commotion among the audience members, slapping her gavel on top of the polished wood with a smile "I dismiss the entire court gallery of lawyer, clients, and audience members. Good day to all! Everyone, get outta of my court room, right now. Bailiff, please stay and ensure everyone leave my court room," she stands with a smile and turns, moving down the short steps along the forward of red tinted walnut wall, exhaling with relief. "What a morning! I am happy that boy is not the father of that child. But I don't know what consequences will come from the new discovery and my not guilty verdict for both teens. A teenage pregnant is hard on everyone, without a father figure around to control the baby and the mother of the child." The bailiff opens the door for the judge. She exits the courtroom and disappears into her judge's chamber.

The bailiff closes the office door and stands guard, watching the loud commotion inside the court gallery for trouble. In the audience section, each teen bounces up and down, sounding with a loud set of cheers, hoots, claps, and whistles for Flamingo.

Sheriff Tommy Lee and his four deputies surround the closed entrance door and reach over, opening the double tall heavy wooden doors, starting to guide each teen out the courtroom toward the school bus for safety purposes. The three high school teachers and Principal Marshall slowly shuffle through the heavy crowd of rowdy teens and gently shoves each teen through the open archway for the school bus ride back to high school. The school session has ended for the day.

In front of the wooden railing, next to the prosecution table, Litisha slides away from the rude teens that continue to hit her back spine and sits down on top of the shared bench seat, staring down at the genetics report. The report shows that Jeranda possesses wet earwax. Litisha starts to sobs with tears. She had based her court victory on the fake words coming from an ex-whore girlfriend of Flamingo McCory. She should have known better than to fight against a McCory. Their clan had founded the Lacy Springs town-ship centuries ago. And the McCory clan always wins their legal battles with the farm property and farmhands.

Now, Litisha has lost the court trial and her own money that had been used to help Jeranda and all of her expensive legal fees.

In the middle of an empty courtroom floor, Dr. Hamal leans down and collects his medical bag, spinning around, moving ahead with a smile. He continues to hold the dirty, wet yellow tinted cotton swab with one hand and stops, standing in front of Breck. "Breck, you performed an excellent service for Flamingo and accomplished an excellent job as the pseudo-lawyer in the court trial. Do you wanna keep the winning physical courtroom evidence?" He laughs.

Breck shakes his skull with a grin. "No sir! Thank you, sir! You can give that to Flamingo's lawyer, thou. She never believed him."

Hamal frowns with confusion. "That's a very strange attitude for an attorney. Usually, if a lawyer does not believe her client, then she never tells anyone that secret, which will ruin her reputation and deplete a set of paying clients."

Inside the witness stand, Flamingo continues to stand in angry and snorts out loud in fury, balling both of his hands into a pair of fighting fists of revenge, scooting out from the hard chair. He slowly dashes ahead and stares with a sour frown at his mother Arie, slamming into the individual rib cage on both his brother Breck and his personal physical Dr. Hamal at the same time. He continues to plow ahead through the two tall warm bodies and forges ahead in revenge and fury toward his mother Arie.

Dr. Hamal quickly back steps from the body collision with Flamingo and laughs out loud with good humor, turning to see the back spine on Flamingo. "Excuse me, Flamingo!"

Breck shuffles backwards with a gasp and then halts, turning to sneer at the back spine on Flamingo. "What's your probe here, bro! You won the court case, Flamingo. Why are all mad and angry at me? Hey, Flamingo!" He slaps his chest with a smile "I was the one here. I found the DNA evidence like a real lawyer that saved your ass. Else you would be changing a set of shitty diapers on your infant son right now," he moves ahead with a smile and follows the back spine on Flamingo with a laugh, "Hey, Flamingo! What dog tick is up your asshole, bro?"

Flamingo dashes ahead with a sneer and reaches out with a hand, shoving Cinco away from the flap door and then stands in front of his mother Arie.

Cinco steps backwards with a gasp and then collides into Toluene, who is trying to leave the court gallery. Toluene stumbles backwards and then halts her movement, standing beside the naked wooden table again. The table is clean after collecting her stack of legal papers. Cinco halts and laughs out loud, pointing down at the floor. "Hey! Watch it, dude! I was standing right there, Flamingo. But you can have my spot, since you're my brother." He spins around and smiles at the person he hit with his ass. "I'm sorry!" He sees and sneers at Toluene. "O! I'm not sorry. Get our ass outta of my way, before I bleed it with your blood for not helping my brother win this paternity suit."

Toluene frowns with angry. "Get your brother and mother away from the flap door. Then I will gladly leave and get away from you and yours, ya rude little cockroach."

At the flap door which blocks the audience members from entering the court galley, Flamingo leans over the wooden railing and sneers at Arie. "You knew." Arie continues to stand and gasps in shock, slamming both hands over her parted lips, sobbing with her tears of fright and worry in silence. She stares at Flamingo. He reaches down and opens the flap door with a sneer. AJ cuddles Arie and quickly back steps, not far enough into the overcrowded teens while sneering at her son Flamingo, who acts like he is going to harm his biological mother.

Inside the court galley, Breck hears an angry Flamingo and sees his frightened mother, swiftly charging ahead with a gasp, reaching out to grab the arm on Flamingo. He shouts out loud with furious worry." What in the fuck is this, Flamingo? Mama doesn't know nothing. I found the evidence that saved your ass. You get away from our mama and calm down your fighting redneck fury. You act like an asshole all the time. Mama tolerates your fucking asshole behavior, but I don't, Flamingo. Get away from my mama, asshole!"

Cinco spins away from Toluene with a gasp of worry and sees an angry Flamingo. He shares the same brotherly angry feelings with his mother Arie. She had sided with the ex-whore girlfriend Jeranda, instead her own biological son, who was right about the baby. But Cinco would ever, never harm his mother for anything. However, Flamingo does not seem to share that loving feeling with his mother at the moment. Cinco dashes ahead and reaches out with his hand, grabbing at the arm on Flamingo also, stopping any violence act.

Inside the audience section, Flamingo releases his hand. The flap door closes shut and locks the people inside the court gallery for escaping into the audience section.
Inside the court gallery, Breck rushes ahead and accidentally collides into the extended arm on Cinco. Cinco instinctively wraps his entire body around Breck for self-defense. They both swiftly twirl around in the air and then fall down, landing on top of the hard floor with a set of heavy grunts. Toluene stands beside the naked wooden table and laughs out loud, pointing down towards the wooden floor at the two lumpy set of grounded teens.

Behind the flap door, Flamingo stands in front of a cuddled AJ and Arie, leaning down, sneering into a tear-stained, red colored, worried face on his mother. "You knew also. You almost destroyed my fucking life. I hate you, Arie. I never want to see you again in my life. I'm eighteen years old and starting my new life, without you. Fuck off, Arie!" He spins away from Arie with a loud growl and shoves each stationary teen away for his footpath, swiftly exiting the courtroom, moving through the lobby with fury.

In the audience, each teen, adult, and police officer stands in place and stares at the back spine on Flamingo, without a spoken word or soft grunt or single movement.

In front of the flap door, Arie tosses her arm inside the cuddle with AJ, shouting out loud with worry. "Flamingo, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please come back! Flamingo, please come back! Let me explain! I love you, Flamingo! Please..."

AJ continues to hug Arie and whispers into her eardrum. "No, Arie! I will go and talk to Flamingo later."

Behind the flap door, Breck swiftly untangles his arms and legs from his brother Cinco, quickly standing upright, dashing through the flap door. He stops and stands in front of AJ and Arie, turning to stare through the open archway. No other person dares to leave the overcrowded courtroom for fear of Flamingo's wrath or the intrigue Arie's words. Breck exhales with frustration at the entire baby situation. "Let him go, Mama! Flamingo needs to calm down his angry heart and his active mind. He'll be back just like a skin rash," he laughs with some of the bolder teens.

Cinco swiftly stands upright from the floor with a loud grunt and quickly moves through the flap door, standing beside Breck, staring with a smiled at his mother. "I'm go and get him, Mama. You stay here with AJ. Come on, Breck! Let's go and get our angry brother triplet. Then, we get to beat the shit outta of his ass, before our mama." he laughs with Breck and some of the bolder teens.

Breck exhales with annoyance. "I will go, Mama! Flamingo is stubborn. I saved his ass from a terrible marriage. I will go and get him, Mama!"

Cinco frowns. "No, Breck! No one chases down Flamingo. No one believed his story but me. No. Stay away from Flamingo right now! He needs some breathing relaxation time."

AJ nods at the open archway as the other teens leave the court room. "I agree with Cinco, Arie. No one had believed Flamingo and his story, but Cinco. He does not wanna talk to anyone right now."

Beside AJ, Arie reaches down and slams each pocket on her faded pair of blue jeans with a sigh. "I don't have my car keys. I didn't drive to the court house. Give me your car keys, AJ."

AJ releases Arie and back steps, shaking his skull with worry. "No, Arie! Let Flamingo calm down. He'll return back him, all happy and chatty, later in the evening."

She exhales with worry and wipes off the tears of pain. "No! Flamingo is mad at me. He is not coming back home to me. I must chase him down, before he leaves my life. Gimme your car keys!"

He smiles. "Here ya go!"

Arie reaches up and grabs the car keys, swiftly dashing away through the clear pathway, exiting the courtroom with worry for her middle child. She should have believed him. Flamingo was right about the baby. He was not the father.

However, he had refused the paternity test which was a sign of guilt, not innocence.

She runs ahead through the lobby and searches for Flamingo, sobbing with worry, seeing a wall of tears. She trips over her two cowgirl boots in panic and then straightens upright with a deep sigh of worry, softly whispering for her eardrums only. "I am sorry, Flamingo. I should have believed you. You are my son. The baby is not my grandson. You are my baby boy. I am so sorry, Flamingo. Please come back to me, Flamingo! Flamingo!"

Inside the court room, Iredell scoots through the crowd and stands behind the door, leaning into the cheekbone on Cinco. "Cinco, go and talk to Flamingo, right now!"

Cinco turns and frowns at his grandmother Iredell. "About what, grandmother? Every family member turned their back on Flamingo. Every family member wanted Flamingo to spill his precious blood for that damn paternity test that was going to be rejected or wrong. Flamingo knew in his heart and then he extended his same heart to all of his family member too. Shit! I'm mad at my own family too! Fuck it! Ya'll all failed me and Flamingo too. Let's go, Babbie! I wanna leave this fucking place. Let's go to your house, honey!" He scooted through the crowd and met Babbie at the end of the gallery row, grabbing her hand, dragging her through the crowd.

At 12:04 pm in the heated day with bright sunshine, Flamingo swiftly dashes out the lobby of the Lacy Springs court house softly cursing an ugly string of cuss words that will make his factiously idol Thomas Edison Sawyer, the third stand up and salute. Then he stops and stands beside his personal red tinted sports car. The door is unlocked. He opens the door and slides down into the heated leather seat, starting to sweat balls of water and curse again, cranking the cold engine for a few seconds. Then he gently presses the gasoline pedal and maneuvers away from the rows of other vehicles that face the row of tall shade trees, which are over two hundred years old. He turns and moves onto the main roadway, pressing down the gasoline pedal, steering swiftly over an empty roadway.

Some of the citizens with the Lacy Springs city limits are stationed at home watching television or cleaning their house or watching their young children. The other adult citizens are at a working job somewhere inside Lacy Springs or metro city Huntsville. The school age children are at school while the entire class of high school students is still located inside the courthouse with his mother and his two brothers.

Flamingo disappears from the courthouse parking lot without looking back and flies down the familiar county road from the local courthouse, passing illegally in the wrong lane each slow-moving vehicle. He drives at eighty miles-per-hour.

On top of the dashboard, his personal mobile telephone sings with an ancient rock and rock song.

Inside the interior of the sports car, Flamingo sneers in fury and rolls down the driver's side glass window, reaching down, whipping the mobile telephone near his laugh. He tosses his phone out through the open window. The mobile telephone continues to ring and lands down into the deep dirt ditch which is filled with tall green tinted weeds and dark colored muddy water.

He continues to drive swiftly down the wrong side of the lane with a laugh of victory, "Freedom! I am free. You know, sometimes, I do believe that some people are too fuckingly attached to their mobile telephone. Well, I am not. I am free, free, free, free..." laughing again.

Flamingo wishes that Tommy Lee would stop his sports car and give him a speeding ticket. His mother would have to pay the speeding ticket and then the significant monetary increase on the car insurance premium for his reckless person. Right now, Flamingo does not give a shit.

But then, he could talk to someone else besides a brother or a stepfather or a grandparent. He does not want to see or hear or listen or mouth spit or curse out any of his blood-kin relatives right now, maybe never.

"I don't give a shit like my un-hero Rhett Butler. I didn't enjoy that movie or that novel is entitled, Gone with the Wind. That teacup was not filled with whiskey, but sweet dessert wine."

He continues to drive on the wrong side of the roadway lane and as his eyeballs stares in the far distance using his set of perfect twenty/fifteen vision. He slides the sports car back into the correct driving lane and then slams on the brake pads, turning into the local money bank building. Whatever direction he heads into, Flamingo needs a pocket of cash money.

He pulls into an empty parking spot and kills the engine, opening the door, sliding out from the driver's seat. He stands upright and shivers from the terrible event at the local courthouse. Maybe, he should driver further down the roadway and stop at one of the other local branch banks. At the teller window, no one will recognize his face. Here within the small cow town of Lacy Springs, every child, teen, young, mature, and old adult knows Flamingo.

His mother Arie is one of the largest employers within the state, much less in the small town.

He exhales with another sour breath, strolls ahead toward the bank machine, and then stops, pulling out the restricted machine limit of three hundred dollars from the exterior bank machine. His credit card will allow a purchase of five hundred dollars only.

In hindsight, Flamingo should have signed for a new bank card, after receiving his inheritance. He had not anticipated a tick with his mother over a stupid baby, that didn't belong to his DNA genes.

He pockets the cash but greatly desires more money for some reason. Within his mental mind, he might be staying away from the small cow town of Lacy Springs for a couple of days or the rest of the week or the rest of the month or the rest of his life.

His first day of college classes will start on June, the first. His person is registered to begin each course which has been paid by his college academic scholarships, where he had achieved by his person, not by his mother's purse. Flamingo will be present there, sitting in the first seat on the front row.

"Fuck them all!" he whispers for his eardrums only and back steps from the exterior bank machine. He needs more money for his new adventure road trip without his two brothers and his mother.

He scoots sideways and reaches out, pulling open the glass door on the bank building moving into the lobby.

A lobby, inside a bank, always contains numerous hand drawings on the wall which show the history of the town and each advertisement for every bank service. The lobby room always feels ice cold fridge temperatures on his teenly body. I guess the cold atmosphere is needed to deal with a bitch, like his mother, who houses billions of dollars here.

Flamingo struts around the black colored rope and then stops, standing in line, waiting his turn at the bank teller booth.

The next available bank teller is an older female with a wrinkled skin and a brown tinted bun on the back of her neck motioning to Flamingo in silence.

He slowly moves ahead and stops in front the very tall bullet proof plastic mounting wall that prevents a bank robbery from robbing the bank teller, pointing a hand gun in her face, and then killing the nice American worker.

He slips out the driver's license and his bank money card with a nice smile of respect, sliding the two items over the flat smooth gray and black marble counter. "Good afternoon! I would like to retrieve more cash money from my personal bank account. I have already pulled out three hundred dollars from the exterior money bank outside in the heated day. However, my daily limit is one thousand dollars. May I have seven hundred dollars in cash please?"

The bank teller accepts the two items and inspects the name, typing on the bank account number. She stares with a smile at the computer screen and returns back to see Flamingo with a stern face. "One moment please!" She back steps from her bank teller station and then side steps, running into the branch manager.

The bank teller and the bank manager, both of the employees gently bumps each other's forehead and examines the two items together.

At the bank counter, Flamingo stands with a stern face and then shivers with worry. His mother Arie might have cut off his access to his personal bank account here. He continues to stare at the black hair on the male bank manager and whispers for his eardrums only. "No. That can't be right. The bank account is in my name. At the age of eighteen years old, my bank account became my own money, without Arie." Flamingo continues to stand and slightly sway back and forth with impatience.

The bank teller and the bank manager continue to bump heads and examine the two items. One of the other bank tellers completes the bank transaction with her bank client and then back steps, standing by her co-worker, looking down at the driver's license, returning back to see Flamingo with a smile.

In front of the bank counter and protective mounting screen, Flamingo stills with a soft gasp. He understands the issue.

The two bank tellers and the bank manager recognize his name, but not his young face. So, they have also heard the shitty gossip about Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth. Flamingo has fathered an infant baby and then refuses to marry the bitch-mother without accepting the fatherhood.

Flamingo wants to shout out loud with a string of curse words but bites his tongue, staring at the row of curious bank employees.

The new gossip is starting to hit the city streets right now. The judge has found Flamingo innocent of all false charges of fatherhood. Cunt-bitch Jeranda and her stupid female attorney are probably still inside the courtroom arguing with the judge. The baby has been fathered by another male, not Flamingo.

In front of the black tinted fake wooden tall bank counter, Flamingo sways back and forth with a great big smile of innocence.

The branch manager whispers something into the eardrum of the bank teller. The bank teller nods and then moves away from the branch manager, returning back to her assigned teller station, placing the two personal items from Flamingo back on top of the bank counter. "Mr. McCory, the fourth, how are you doing, this morning?"

Flamingo is not mad about the personal question. Now days, each bank institution and each bank teller annoys the crap out of your personal butt-hole with too much kindness to drum up more bank business that equals profits for the bank institution.

He smiles, "Fine."

"How is your day going, Mr. McCory, the fourth?"

He stands with a fake smile and grinds his teeth with his internal mental thought. The bank teller has not received the latest gossip news coming out from the courtroom at noon. The hot juicy news should be hitting the street right now.

He smiles and repeats, "Fine!"

She smiles. "How would you like the seven hundred dollars in cash distributed, Mr. McCory, the fourth?"

"I would like two hundred dollar bills, four fifty dollar bills and the rest in twenty dollar denominations, please."

"Of course, Mr. McCory, the fourth," she slowly counts out the money in cash and then double counts to be certain that she is not cheating the customer or her money drawer. She places the money into a tiny paper slot and then hands to Flamingo with a bright smile. "Thank you for letting me wait on your banking needs today. Please come back and engage in any type of bank service as we are proud and pleased to have you as a customer, Mr. McCory, the fourth."

He accepts the money with a nod, "Yeah!" Flamingo back steps and spins around, moving ahead toward the glass door, exiting the bank.

He enters his sports car and leaves the bank parking lot, driving down the country road, veering toward the interstate.

At 12:27 pm in the heated day with bright sunlight with white clouds, Flamingo steers up the entrance interstate ramp smoothing the speed back up to the maximum posted speed of sixty-five miles per hour. The interstate ride will calm his back spine of inflated and inflamed nerve endings while trying to steer his life back into normal, since the introduction of Jeranda and her three-month-old blonde-haired, blue-eyed, light-skinned baby boy. His car flies toward in a southern direction toward the city of Birmingham.

"I don't feel like going back home. I didn't where to go." He rolls down the interstate following the speed with the other moving vehicles. "I know. I'll drive by and see my new apartment near the college campus. Yeah, that's a great idea."

During the month of April, their mother Arie had taken her three sons and rented an apartment next to the university campus. Inside the newly leased apartment, each brother will have an individual bedroom and will share the apartment home while attending each college course at Burn U.

Flamingo had only seen the newly leased apartment that one time. Now, he can pursue the place and figure out which bedroom he wants and where to place his personal items.

He drives with a smile. "And I don't have any more academic examinations to test and then pass. I am a free man from the Lacy Springs High School system also," laughing.

Principal Marshall had allowed each high school student who had attended the legal court of law case for Flamingo to receive an automatic letter grade of A for today's academic tests, which included each one of the smart AP students and Flamingo.

City of Birmingham within the US State of Alabama

(96 miles south, from, Lacy Springs)

Birmingham University setting

02:01 pm

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

Flamingo slows the speed and then turns off the interstate with a smile, slowly driving down the three-lane highway and then stops at the first traffic light of red hue. He shouts out loud with joy. "The sun is bright. The air is heated. I gotta get outta of the hot car. My body is sweating in pails of water." He turns into an empty parking lot.

The college university campus and classrooms are closed between the spring and summer sessions.

He slides out and smells the air, coughing out loud and then laughs, "Smog of the city! I love it. I love change. I want change. I want to change my life right now. This is great! The smell of the crowded city will not remind of my former home of my former mother." He moves ahead and slowly strolls over the vanilla colored walkway, staring at each tall, unknown red colored bricked building. He has memorized the campus map. His car is parked at the campus student's center, a place of fun and food. However, his mind cannot concentrate on the school buildings and as his heart is filled with hate.

He tosses both arms into air and shouts out loud toward a flying flock of birds, the pale blue skyline, the roaming white tinted clouds, and a row of short green tinted plant trees. "I hate you, Mama!" He drops and slaps both of his arms down on his pair of dirty and wrinkled cargo pants that is covered in wet body sweat. His cargo pants had seen the good times at his local high school.

He slowly paces ahead and continues to stare at each red tinted bricked coated college building while whispering for his eardrums only. "You didn't believe me, Mama. I am your biological son. Well, I am one of three sons. I guess, after you had birthed three sons, you decided to pick and choose the one that you liked or disliked or hated. Yeah, my mother hates me. She hates my independent streak, not like her favorite first born asshole son Breck. She hates my rebellion, not like Cinco. Yeah, that is the only explanation for not believing my words over cunt Jeranda. Shit! Breck didn't believe me but he ended up defending my ass and saved me from a life of fatherhood. The fucking kid was not mine. Do you hear me now, Arie? I hate you, Mama. I will always carry a black heart for your mind and your soul. You didn't believe me your birthed son. Why didn't you believe, Arie? I am your real son, not that three-month-old mini-me baby. Me! I! Flamingo!"

His eyeballs produce a set of shallow tears and as he continues to strut over the nicely paved vanilla colored walkway while staring into each lighted window on every college building without a set of students or professors. "A man doesn't cry. But, I'm not a man. I'm a teen. I'm still a minor child within the eyes of the Alabama state law. I am only a minor, Mama. I am under your supervision and your guidance and your advice until I reach adulthood. You didn't advise me very well, Mama. Marry the bitch! That was your best motherly advice. Was that the only advise that you could poster? Marry the bitch! Become a father to the baby! The baby is not mine. I told you and told you and shouted out loud my innocence up toward the aliens that live and breathe sulfur molecules on the dark side of the moon. Still, you didn't believe me. Cinco, he believed me. Hell, AJ believed me, but couldn't voice his opinion. And his adult male wants to marry your ass, Arie. Breck, he didn't believe me, but he held an open mind, where everyone didn't. Breck and his open mind found the truth. The baby possessed a set of dry earwax."

He continues to stroll and shakes his nasty backwards baseball cap with a smile. "I didn't know that the ears were capable of producing wet or dry earwax. If I had known that, then I would not have found that. Breck, my brother found that information among the scattered stack of loose papers. I noticed the scattered sheets of white papers on top of the wooden table, but I didn't bother to ask or inquire or study, because I wasn't the damn highly paid attorney. O man! O brother! Breck, he's going to make a great lawyer, who possesses an open mind and a set of smart neurons, like his father. Daddy, I never knew you, but I wished that you were here with me right now. I could use a kind friend and a fatherly figure," he wipes the lonely tear. "I'm only eighteen years old. Actually, I turned eighteen years old, a month ago. So, I'm really only seventeen years old with my short life experiences as a high school student. And I gotta tell you the truth, Daddy. You wife and my mother really fucked up for me, on me, with me, at me."

He nods with a sour frown. "Yeah, I can understand, Arie. You saw the baby, Arie. You liked the baby, Arie. You wanted a grandchild, Arie. Well, you can whisper that shared information into the eardrum on Cinco. Cinco, he would gladly oblige and produce a child, giving you a grandchild. Hell! Each one of your sons is a multi-millionaire anyways from all that money that has been nicely stored in some trust fund account for each son. Why in the hell should Cinco get a college degree? Cinco didn't want to go off to college either. So, go and piss on his career dreams, Mama. But do not piss on my career dreams, Arie."

Flamingo continues to stroll around the empty campus until sunset, wiping off each tear of sadness, angry, frustration, disappointment, betrayal, and pity. He doesn't deserve to be treated like this. He has a good life and a great future, a medical physician.

He strolls back around the same building before the sun falls down into the manicured lawn. He does not want to be caught on the college campus ground without a legal explanation.

He veers back toward his parked car and scoots back inside the driver's seat, drumming the steering wheel, scanning the streets. "Where I do go next? I have toured some of the campus grounds that I can without getting arrested as the campus buildings are closed for the spring session. I have money, but I'm only eighteen years old. I can't go into a fancy night club until I turn twenty-one years old. If I were with..."

"No!" He sneers. "Do not say their names evermore! I am done with my unfaithful and unloving family members. I have money. I have lots of money. I am fucking rich. I'm a rich kid," he laughs out loud with an evil tone, "Shit! I should park my car at the Birmingham airport and book a nice vacation to somewhere, but here. No! I don't wanna miss any of my college classes. I can travel after I graduate from medical school as I do not have a current girlfriend anymore. Do you hear that, Violet! Can you feel me, now, Violet? I feel it. Rather, I saw it. Right there, in front of the entire high school Lacy Springs student body, my fiancé and her three-carat diamond ring walked out on me and believed that Cunt over my values, my wants, my dreams, my desires. I actually don't know who makes me more madder or more crazier or more furious. Either, it is my loving mother or my loving fiancé. I am done with women including my female relatives, the high school teens, the college teens, the college women, and all women of every color, creed, race, height, and weight. I have a new purpose, a college diploma and then a medical school license."

He starts the cold engine on his sports car and reverses backward from the parking spot, slowly driving down the roadway with a sneer, turning into the main street. He slowly drives down the unfamiliar roadway which is packed with numerous automobiles, scanning the side road for a restaurant.

His set of teenly emotions has calmed down enough and as his stomach is growling for a plate of food.

"Human biology is unbelievable and incredible. If I could remove my heart, my body would be happier," Flamingo slows the car and pulls into the drive-through section of a fast food restaurant, stopping, placing an order of food. He pulls around with a smile and pays for the food, leaving the parking lot. He slowly drives down the nicely paved city street entitled University Boulevard, where the main campus is located and searches for a place to eat the meal. He pulls into a hotel veranda and parks the car along the side row of empty spots in front of the line of trees, killing the engine with a smile. "Well, I'm here. I'm hungry. I'm tired and sweaty. And I have no other home at the moment. I have money. So, I'll spend the night here and then figure out what to do tomorrow morning."

He slides out the car and closing and locks the door, entering into the hotel lobby.

Birmingham Inn

Lobby location

Registration desk setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

02:18 pm

Flamingo stops and stands in front of the registration desk in light colored marble stone smiling at the young male with a head of blonde hair. "Hello! I am interested in renting a hotel room for the night."

The male looks up from the computer terminal with a smile and nods. "Yes sir! How will you be paying for the hotel room, sir?"

"I will pay with cash."

"Yes sir! May I see your driver's license please?"

Flamingo places the item onto the counter.

The nice hotel clerk accepts the item and types on the keyboard, watching the computer screen, registering his name. "The cash payment is 267.45 dollars please. This amount does not include any ordered room service meals or purchases at our nice gift shop."

Flamingo nods and counts out the cash money, sliding over the counter with a smile.

The clerk accepts the cash and recounts the money for accuracy, sliding the cash down into the hidden drawer. He presents a set of plastic hotel badges that serve as the two hotel keys. "You are located on the fourteenth floor, sir. I invite you to enjoy our swimming pool and fitness room. Thank you for staying at the Birmingham Inn."

"Thanks!" Flamingo accepts the hotel keys with a smile and back steps from the registration counter, spinning around and scans the lobby for the elevator. He turns and slowly moves down the semi-crowded hallway, viewing each painting of forestland animals and the retail shopping businesses. He stops with a group of guests and holds a bag of slightly warmed fast food.

The elevator door opens. The carriage is empty.

He enters with the other guests, spinning around to face the open archway, shouting out loud his room floor, "Fourteenth floor please!" The closest guest presses each button for every guest without a word.

At 02:26 pm, the carriage stops at the 14th floor. The elevator doors slide open, revealing a tan colored marble floor, a solid wall of dark green paint behind a long side table in marble green with a large vase of colorful flowers.

Flamingo moves off the elevator carriage without a word to the other tired guests and turns to the side wall of more green paints and numerous closed red colored metal hotel room doors, slowly moving down an aisle with new floor carpet in orange, purple and green waves and strips. He finds his rental hotel room and then stops, sliding the card down into the slot.

He slams open the door with a practiced shoulder and enters into the nicely cold, darkened room, moving ahead toward the closed curtains. He places the bag of greasy food on top of the side table and reaches out opening each dark purple colored curtains, exposing the row of clean glass windows. The city of Birmingham includes a dark blue skyline and rows of scattered tall building that beams down below the fourteenth floor.

He slides an ass down onto the edge of an older sitting chair in dull red hue and opens the bag of greasy food, eating the hamburger, the box of French fries, sipping the sweet tea, without a word. He burps between the bites of food, pounding his chest. "I still fill empty. My mind is active. My stomach is full. I feel in-between everything. But I still hate my mother. I hate you, Arie," he stands upright from the sitting chair and moves around his enclosed and rented hotel room, tossing both of his arms into the air, cursing out loud in angry, depression, sadness, pity, and hate for each one of his blood relatives.

"This is the day, before my high school graduation. I am to graduation tomorrow night at five o'clock with my class of senior students. I wanna go, but I don't wanna go. But, this is my high school graduation. Ever student dreams of their high school graduation ceremony while standing up from that squeaky, weak-legged, metal folding chair of ugly color, walking over the tall platform stage of dark wood, shaking the hand on the school principal. Then each student receives the single sheet of paper that opens the doors to the world, a high school graduation."

He sits down on top of the neatly made bed covers and looks down with a sour frown at the carpeted slightly dull tan colored floor. "If I go to my high school graduation, Breck and Cinco will be there. I don't wanna see Breck and Cinco ever again. I am lucky for that. I have money in my bank account. I can go to college. I can go to work. I can go on vacation. But I do not want to go and see Breck and Cinco, before my graduation night, during my graduation night, or after my graduation night. Then, there are all of my high school friends at Lacy Springs High that saw me today in the court room. Each one witnessed with both eyeballs and a pair of eardrums my nasty behavior on my mama. But I don't give a shit. This is my life. No one believed my story, my tale, my back side. Breck didn't believe me or my story either, but he found the clue that saved my ass in the courtroom. Breck is going to be a great lawyer. He has chosen the right field of study. And I have chosen the right to become a medical physician. I will be a good one too. I will study hard and become a medical physician. No one can stop me either."

He exhales with confusion. "I don't understand any of this. I can't actually comprehend this. I was right. Everyone was wrong. I was innocent. Everyone thought me guilty. My own mother thought me guilty. My own mother didn't wanna hear my side of my innocent story. She only wanted me to marry that cunt-bitch Jeranda and become the father of a baby that I didn't fuck to get."

He looks up with a sour frown to see the ceiling and shouts out loud, exhaling with fury. "I hate you, Arie. I promise. I cross my heart and hope to die. I never will see you again. I will miss Iredell. She was the best grandmother among my two grandmas."

He looks down and salutes the door with a smile. "Well, good bye, McCory family unit! I should change my name. Naw! That will cost too much money and too much trouble. What should I do next?" He lies down and rests on top of the bed mattress staring at the ceiling. "My body doesn't want to do anything. My mind is too active, too keyed, too wired, too over-wrath with my teenly emotions. However, the emotions can from the nerve endings throughout my body." He laughs. "I can't stop thinking about cunt-bitch Jeranda. Her smile dropped and then slammed down on the hard table surface, when my medical pediatrician produced a cotton tip of dried earwax from the internal eardrum on her bone skull. My medical pediatrician was a stunned and shocked as the rest of the court gallery, including the judge. That damn female judge, she had decided that I was going to be labeled the father, without a damn blood test. If I had taken the blood test, then this mess would have ended a week ago. I should become a lawyer to fight shit like that. But, Breck had learned a life lesson too. My expensive hired lawyer didn't do anything to prove my innocence either.

"I have always heard that a lawyer protects a lawyer. Well, my mother, my lawyer, her lawyer, and that judge had all decided that I was going to be rewarded as the father of a baby that wasn't my blood without hearing my side of the story. I told my mother that I hated my lawyer too. But the lawyer works for a big law firm that wins all of their legal cases. Whatever!"

He continues to rest on his back spine and stares up at the white tinted ceiling with a sour frown. "Well, I have learned a life lesson. Do not trust anyone, including your own family members. I hate my family. I hate Arie. I hate Breck. I hate..."

He exhales. "Cinco believed me. I feel bad that I acted so badly in front of my brother Cinco. Among the three brothers, Cinco is the most caring, trusting, and useful. He loves Arie and his two brothers. I do still love Cinco. I have nice and good emotions for AJ. AJ came along at the last minute, the right time when that Unnamed Dead Man tried to steal money from Arie, the curse of the rich. Somebody always wants something from your person. If you have money, they want your money. If you have possessions, they want your possessions. If you are pretty, they want you. That cunt-bitch Jeranda didn't even want to marry me. She only wanted the ten thousand dollar-per-month child support coming from Arie for her three-month-old baby. Child support monthly payments are paid until the biological child turns eighteen years old. What a croc of bullshit! But Arie believed it and fell for it and then failed from it. Geez! Everyone within the cow town of Lacy Springs knows that Arie is rich with money. They just didn't know by how many dollar signs and commas. But, someone had guessed, fuckingly good."

He laughs. "Well, Jeranda has learned a life lesson too. Don't mess with the right bastard! Me! Arie gave Jeranda a free house and rooms of furniture. Arie will employ Jeranda's mother somewhere on the farm. Arie will still honor that agreement as Arie is a Christian woman. And she can financially afford to do so. I agree with helping the needy too. But, cunt-bitch Jeranda will not accept the free house and then will move and live the rest of her life inside a tiny shack with her baby boy. Jeranda will receive money from the US Federal Government for shelter, food, clothes, mobile telephone, and other material objects that I don't really know, until the day that Jeranda dies. My US income taxes will pay for fucking funeral expenses when she dies at eighty years old.

"And her baby boy will grow up to be a criminal person committing crimes like robbery, thievery, and selling and using drugs for the rest of his fun-filled days and nights. He will end in jail or on the opposite end of a smoking hand gun. I do not give a shit. Good riddance, Jeranda and your baby boy! No one is taking me for a ride on their bus or their back or their ass. I hate you, Jeranda. I hate your son. O! By the by, you need to change that name from Breck Freehurst McCory, the sixth to someone new and different. I know that Iredell is in the legal process of accomplishing that simple task by tomorrow at high noon. I don't think the baby can be named after a male who is the biological father," laughing.

He exhales with a smile. "I do believe that I have purged my mental thoughts of Jeranda. Her baby is innocent. The infant is only a baby without evil or harm or reward. Yeah, I do feel better that Jeranda has been removed from my numerous brain cells. Now, I can sleep pretty good tonight knowing that Jeranda is permanently out of my life foreverly."

He exhales with a sour frown. "I still hate Arie. But I have trashed her name enough. I am so glad to be eighteen years old. I have a healthy bank account of 250,000 dollars. I will inherit the rest of my millions at the age of twenty-one years old. I really don't know if that will happen. Arie might be mad at me right now. Maybe, she can't change my inheritance pot of gold. It doesn't matter in terms of shit piles for me. Iredell has lots of money also. She will always pay for her grandson, when I need her to pay all my academic bills to medical school. I am not worried. She had been conned into marrying a jerk. Then, her biological father had saved her ass. Iredell understands what family means and sometimes, you sacrifice for your loved ones. Iredell did. I can't help but love Iredell."

He exhales with annoyance. "My brother Breck, I hate and love him at the same time. How can you hate and love someone at the same time? I don't know. That's my teenly emotional side talking. I'm a teen, not a man, yet. I hate Breck. I love Breck. Breck sided with our mother. I should marry the cunt-bitch Jeranda. I should become the father of the baby. The baby is mine. Blub! Blub! Burp! Burp! Then, out of the blue sky, Breck finds the medical answer that saved the legal court trial for me, his brother. Well, Breck learned a life lesson too. He has admired the true lawyer and then he saw her lines of wiggling yellow streaks of selfishness. Or he saw her wiggling lines of green streaks of greed. My lawyer accepted all that green money and didn't even believe my story. Well, Breck saw the bright light at the end of things. I guess I can forgive him and love him again. However, Breck is mad at me right now."

He exhales with a sour frown. "Breck is overprotective with Arie. He is the first born triplet and the protector of Arie. Breck will not like that I have hateful feelings for my mother. Well, I can't help that. Arie started it first. Arie didn't believe me. I was right. She was wrong. In the business world, if you are wrong, you lose your company. In the medical world, if you are wrong, someone dies. In the spiritual world, if you are wrong, you lose your soul. So, Arie is wrong and gets to still smile and priss around the house that nothing is wrong. That's not fair to me. Arie was wrong to me. I wasn't wrong. She was wrong."

He exhales with a sour frown. "Well, Arie has learned a life lesson that will change her life. I do not forget and forgive. I do not return back to the cow town of Lacy Springs. I will never see Arie again. This is my fucking life, not hers or his or another. I pick the street to travel down and suffer the consequences and enjoy the rewards, Arie. I hate you, my mother. You picked the wrong child to mess with. There! I am done with Arie."

He exhales with a sour frown. "Well, I have trashed my family tree really good here inside an enclosed and dark hotel room. Too bad, I pitched my cell phone out the open window during my drive outta from Lacy Springs. I could have both vocally and visually recorded my farewell speech to each family member. Hell! That's how the world communicates now. But I do feel better after talking it out. Now, I completely understand the weird term: talk it out. I needed to talk it out with someone. My hotel room is empty of warm bodies, but me, Brother Jesus, the Holy Spirit, Almighty God, and all my heavenly angels. So, I do have an audience of cold, invisible things," laughing.

He exhales with a smile. "I feel much better. I have figuratively killed off my kinfolks and graduated from high school. I'm going to miss my high school graduation. I really wanna go. But I will see Arie, who I do not want to see. Then Arie will be so happy for her three sons, who have graduated from high school. This is her life time dream. Well, I'm robbing her of that once in a life time pleasure. So, I'll not go to my high school graduation. The event will be torment for me. I must see all of my kinfolks and then all of my childhood friends, such like, Brett, Doyle, Yancy, Retta Jean, Violet..."

He sneers. "Violet, I thought she was the love of my life. Violet was the virgin to my lover zodiac sign. I had rescued her from Breck that night at the sappy Mint Julep Dance. Why did I do that? I thought she was a nice girl. She was a virgin girl at Lacy Springs High School. She is special in that way. There are not many virgin girls left in the world. Then, our first test, she had lied to me. She had turned eighteen years old, before me. She had not told me. Then, she conned me into coming to the hotel room, when I was only a minor at seventeen years old. That was so wrong! I never told my mother. I told Cinco. Cinco agreed with me. After that, we paired as a dating couple only during a school event, not after hours, but only on the weekends at my special place.

"Then our second test, she abandoned me during the College Honor Challenge. She went to work on the revival church tasks. I entered the challenge event. The challenge event was both hard work and important in accomplishing my goal as a medical physician. She didn't seem or want or care to understand my need to excel my college program. Now, I will only attend five years of school as opposed to seven. Why would any person find that terrible?

"Then Breck came along like a spider and webbed his non-silky hands around Violet. I hate Breck for that too. Well, Breck almost make it up to heaven to personally see Brother Jesus that night with my girl Violet. Professor Dunn had been a naughty college teacher and only wanted to make a ton of money from someone else's money. All of my hard work had paid off. I had found the lost treasure from the Native American Yazoo Indian Tribe. I was credited for the find and awarded numerous college credits. I had achieved what I had set out to do. But, Violet could not see what a couple of days of work would accomplish for me. Then, I saved the day. Actually, I killed a live and breathing human person with my personal shotgun. I had no choice. Dunn was aiming the gun at Breck. Dunn had killed a young teen before, a couple of years ago. Tommy Lee found that out. I killed Dunn, before he killed my brother."

He exhales with a smile. "Wow! Breck and I have experienced action, pain, and death. From that death, Violet and I became engaged. I was so happy. We have a fun time as an engaged couple. We want on fun nightly dates. We want on afternoon wilderness picnics. She came over and spent the holidays with my family. We enjoyed each other and planned for our future together. Five years from now, we would marry and live and die in the small cow town of Lacy Springs. That has all changed for me.

"Then the third test, fatherhood claims against my person. Violet didn't want to hear my side of the story either. Her parents had forbidden to see me also. She tossed the diamond ring on top of the front porch at my ex-home this afternoon. I collected it. I still carry that diamond ring inside my trousers pocket," he reaches down into the pocket and pulls out the three-caret diamond ring, holding the diamond in front of his nose bridge. "Mama had paid for the ring. I will sell it for money. I didn't want the ring. I didn't want to be reminded of Violet. She can go and marry some other guy, but me. My relationship is done with her too. I guess the stars didn't align for us."

He drops the hand with the diamond ring and exhales with a stern face. "Now, I am free of my past life. My old friends and family are dead and gone. I will move forward. I feel much better about my life. I am excited and scared and thrilled and nervous. I do not know what the future will hold but numerous classes and numerous tests in college. College starts in a few more lonely days and nights."

He sits upright with a smile. "What to do next?" He turns and shades his eyelids from the bright sunlight, sliding off the bed mattress, moving ahead and then stops. He stands in front of the row of windows, looking down at the ground with a chuckle, "Awe! This hotel has a swimming pool. Of course, my former house has a swimming pool also. I have paid for the pool here. Thus, I should use the pool here. Now, I understand when you paid for something, you use it," he spins around with a laugh, moves ahead, and halts with a gasp. "I do not possess a set of swimming trunks. I cannot go to the swimming pool in naked. I will be arrested. I can't go in my underwear either. Wait! The gift shop, there is a hotel gift shop that sells clothing for such any occasion like mine. Yes, I can go swimming tonight. The sun is hot. The air is heated. I am happy."

Flamingo exits the room with the hotel key and enters the elevator carriage with a smile.

At 02:46 pm, the elevator doors close shut. The carriage shifts down.

Flamingo exits out from the elevator carriage and moves down the hallway, turning into the gift shop, perusing all the merchandise. The gift shop provides counters of snacks, beverage, magazines, books, hats, sunglasses, handbags, clothes and other items. Flamingo slowly moves down each aisle with a smile and stops, standing in front a rack of clothes items, seeing the different merchandise. He sees rows of folded stacks of colorful pajamas for any female, male, or child, but he sleeps in the nude. He sees rows of shirts, eyeing some of the colorful designs and stops, staring at the college T-shirts with the Burn U logo. He nods and selects two T-shirts.

He enjoys wearing the solid colored T-shirt with the nasty vile curse word during his high school sessions. He could do dress like that, because Arie is one of the directors at the school board.

Now, Flamingo is a college student. He is not a fashion horse with clothes but likes to fit into the general crowd of people. He will adapt a wardrobe of Burn U shirts pair with his cargo pants until he designs a new appearance, after his first day as a college student.

He roams down the aisle and turns, viewing the next new aisle, stopping in front of the swimming attire. He selects a bland color of dark blue swimming trunks for the swimming pool with a chuckle.

Normally, Flamingo does not lie by the swimming pool for a suntan on his body.

However, his fictional role model the boss of the Quartet, Austin Berrington, the fourth had enjoy soaking up the heated rays of Florida beach, after a new threat on his life form.

Well, Flamingo can emotional understand the feeling also. The hot sun rays will purge the rest of his nasty images from the courtroom and his nasty thoughts of greatly disliked people in general.

He continues to stroll up and down each aisle stopping at the book shelf with a chuckle, reaching over and lifted up a couple of books. He moves ahead and stops in front of the cash register, paying for his merchandise.

He lifts up the two shopping bags with a smile and back steps, exiting the gift shop.

Flamingo moves back into his hotel room and washes the new set of swimming trunks. He doesn't know if anyone male has spread his penis germs inside the new fabric.

He dresses in the pair of clean but wet swimming trunks and wears one of the new Burn U logo shirts, leaving the baseball cap behind on top of the dresser table. He exits his hotel room with a clean bath towel, entering the elevator carriage.

At 03:33 pm at the swimming pool in the hot temperatures with bright sunlight without clouds, Flamingo follows the crowd of adults, teens, and children out toward the swimming pool section.

The swimming pool is half the size of an Olympic pool with two diving boards. He does not enjoy jumping from land into water, like his brother Cinco.

He moseys around the pool concrete and watches the children and some teens play in the pool water, finding an empty chaise lounge chair and then stops. He stares down at the chaise lounge chair in the color of solid white that reflects the bright sunlight. The size of the chaise lounge chair is intriguing to his brain cells.

The swimming pool chaise lounge chair sit slightly upright and display numerous vertical straps over the back rest, seat, and leg section. However, the shape reminds Flamingo of his persona ratty, worn, and brown tinted chaise lounge chair inside the second floor level Pig Pen setting at his home.

He exhales with annoyance from his historical mental thoughts and slams the white towel over the vertical straps on the pool lounge chair that faces the bright sunshine. He sits down and then lies back, closing his eyelids, enjoying the heated sunrays and exhales with the pleasure of leisure.

For eighteen years, Flamingo has enrolled an academic school or played in a sports game or studied for a test or attended some type of social event at his school or his church or his home. Now, he can relax his mind and enjoy the motion of doing nothing for a few more days, until the first day of college on June, the first.

At 04:55 pm at the swimming pool in the hot temperatures with bright sunlight, Flamingo wiggles side to side on top of his stomach and stirs awake from the loud noise, a group of obnoxious teenagers inside the swimming pool water. His eyelids blink up and shut and as his two eyeballs focus on the swimming pool and rows of occupied chairs of sunbathers and guests at the hotel. The sun is still bright in the month of May. The air is still heated.

During the late spring months in the year, the sun falls down at eight o'clock in the evening.

He wipes the mouth drool with a hand and slowly sits upright on the chair, inhaling the smell of pool chorine chemicals and numerous sweaty bodies among the smog particles from the city air.

Birmingham is listed with a moderate air control quality indicator, which is dangerous for any person that possesses a set of sensitive sinus nostrils or has difficulty in breathing.

However, the new or bad air quality does not affect the lungs on Flamingo. But he does notice the ting of unique smells in the air waves through a pair of country clean nostrils.

He stands upright from the chair and produces a waking yawn, grabbing the towel, moving ahead and exits the swimming pool, not missing the loud noises from the guests.

His body is nicely suntanned without any type of red blistering condition and as he slowly moves ahead and struts back down a crowded hallway of paying guests and employed workers, entering the open elevator carriage. He touches the button for his floor and stops in the rear wall, staring at the crowded hallway.

At 05:11 pm, the elevator doors slide close. The carriage rises up and then smoothly stops at each floor.

On the 14th floor inside the carriage, Flamingo exits the elevator carriage and moseys back to his room, entering the cold air-conditioned setting with a smile. He immediately showers off the sweat and grime, changing into the other new Burn U T-shirt, wrapping one of the clean, dry towels around his private parts and fitted waistline.

In hindsight, he should have planned the escape with a set of additional clean clothes.

He exits the bathroom, after washing the swimming trunks and his only pair of underwear and stops in front of the bed mattress, stripping down the bed covers, exposing the white tinted bed linens. He sits on top of the bed linens and reaches out, picking up the receiver on the landline telephone with a chuckle.

His former home displays an old fashioned land-line residential pink tinted princess telephone inside the den room, where Arie uses for all of her business calls that affect the farm crops and farm animals. Her sons, like the rest of the world teens, call a person or a place on a personal mobile telephone.

He finds the feel of the smooth handle that tucks into his eardrum, which is silky and soft like a young girl butt cheek.

He dials the front registration desk with a smile. "Hello! This is room number 1414. Please send up by room service a plate of food, including a well-done steak, a baked potato with butter and cream cheese, corn on the cob, a stack of green beans, a garden salad, and a piece of pecan pie and two tumblers of sweet milk."

He pauses and listens to the voice at the other end of the telephone receiver.

"Thank you!"

He hangs up telephone receiver back inside the cradle and leans back with a smile, slamming his back spine into the front headboard which does not shake the bed frame. He wiggles his ass down into the comfortable bed linen for the evening. His mind feels empty of thoughts and as his body is tired from exhaustion, which is a good sign that he will sleep peaceful tonight.

He leans over and grabs the new novel, where he had purchased at the gift shop with a smile. He examines the front of the book which displays a solid white background without any type of hand drawing or computer graphic design. At the top of the book in big, bold black letters, the novel title reads: The Quartet, Tom.

The middle to lower half of the book space displays the name of the writer in a sky blue tinted cursory writing format: Ela.

Flamingo likes the design style on the simple novel. The exterior book cover is glossy in shine, smooth to the touch, and is colored in white tint. White hue is pure and innocent, without sinful blemish. However, the four main fictional characters inside the crime novel are not pure and innocent, without sinful blemish.

He flips the novel to see the back cover which displays a solid white space without a photograph of the writer or a detail of the plot. Flamingo does not care to use the internet and research the face on unknown person or the location of the author's home. This particular author has elected not to taint the exterior book white tined cover with a busy computer graphic or a wordy plot summary that does not convey the interior motions of each main character between the numerous cream colored pages.

The exterior book cover of white is simple and elegant that seriously clashes inside the novel with the four main characters that are bold, brave, and brash in both their physical appearance and their nasty or nice personality.

Flamingo enjoys reading a hard copy novel as opposed to viewing the typed words inside an electronic reading machine. He can sweat on the page, drool on the sentence, and fold the page at the corner down at his favorite part within the novel and then come back and re-read for fun. He enjoys re-reading his favorite parts inside a novel, when he is bored or wanting to escape the world.

He opens the page and sees the novel title, flipping through each page of useless trademarks and reader's notes and then stops, reading the summary of the plot.

This particular author does not publish the book summary on the clean white back cover. The summary is printed inside the interior of book, which is the page before the story, which makes sense within his brain cells.

If he ever desires to write a fictional or factual novel, then he plans to use that unique format style. Flamingo chuckles with amusement at his new set of internal thoughts, which do not involve academic tests or football plays or his two brothers or his mother Arie.

Flamingo has read the storyline before and will enjoy re-reading the storyline tonight here alone inside an empty hotel room without his two brothers while eating his supper meal. He always enjoys reading and eating at the same time.

The book novel is 462 printed pages with seven pages of wasted paper. This particular author does not use a chapter header that separates each chapter section. The Quartet novel is typed out in a calendar date and time format, where a set of events occurs within the same day and night time hours, like in your real life. Then, the next day explains a next set of events which affects the characters. The biggest advantage of the date and time format, without a chapter head, is the amount of non-wasted pages.

This first story of the Quartet, without an individual chapter header, starts on page seven and ends on page 461, which is 455 full pages of action, blood, murder, action, mystery, fun, adventure, sex, romantic, and crime.

Flamingo dislikes reading a novel, where most of the novel is extra white bordering before each chapter header and then after the chapter ends, which cuts into the character action down to a set of limited pages. This particular author moves the action sequence from one day and time period into the next day and time period for the set of characters.

Flamingo can read a single page of words at one minute and eighteen seconds or 78 seconds. The novel is 455 pages long, so it will take him almost ten hours to finish the first novel.

The Quartet novels have six books that showcase the adventures of the four main characters.

Cinco had found the first novel wondering around the internet, one evening. He hadn't heard of the author but was intrigued by the location of the plot which was located in the hot, sizzling city of Miami within the US State of Florida.

Cinco and his two brothers had been birthed in the city of Homestead, within the US State of Florida, which was twenty miles south from metro city Miami. Cinco had always enjoyed reading numerous books about his home state of Florida as he had moved away from the city of Homestead at the age of two years old. So, he really didn't have a chance to enjoy his birth place or his birth state as the Americans said.

Cinco also owns the entire hard copy book collection of the Quartet novels, which is kept underneath his bed mattress frame while he enjoys re-reading each novel during his boring nights.

On top of rented hotel bed mattress, Flamingo reads in silence the plot summary with a smile.

A crime drama

The blood, sweat, and tears come from the other guy or gal....

The Quartet is Austin, Stu, Frank, and Tom. Four men, with equal talents but varied skills live, work, and play in hot sizzling Miami, Florida, USA.

Franklin Ferdinand Mangrove, the third is a life time brother, a permanent business partner, and the peaceful neighbor of Austin.

Stuart Thant Gage, the third is a life time brother, a permanent business partner, and the protective neighbor of Austin.

Thomas Edison Sawyer, the third is a life time brother, a permanent business partner, and the troublesome neighbor of Austin.

Austin Bartholomew Berrington, the fourth is the first born non-biological brother, the head of the business, and the boss of the Quartet.

The men call themselves, the Band of Brothers, but they are not biological siblings. They are blood brothers like their individual biological great-grandfather, in the year 1838, within the wild forests of northern Florida, who had formed the first blood pact.

Presently, the fourth generation of the Quartet, the four billionaire brothers own and operate one-fourth of an international security company. The business venture is named Quartet Associates, but the owners are sometimes dubbed by their dying enemies and their sneering foes as Quartet Assholes.

Currently, Austin, Tom, Frank, and Stu are using their brains, their balls, and their billions to find the mysterious killer of Austin's godson at the local Charity Hospital.

On top of the bed covers, Flamingo flips to the next page, silently reading the first page with a smile.

Monday May 31st

10:38 p.m.

Charity Kendall Hospital oncology nursing floor setting

City of Kendall in US State of Florida

Warm temperatures and clear bright sunshine

The closed door sounded with a knock and then opened. The bright hall light crept into the room as the wheels squeaked on the rolling cart over the hard tile.

A female appeared inside the archway of the private hospital room with a smile and a nod. "Hey, kid!"

"Hey." The child wore a leg cast with a set of sticky patches of smiley faces and colorful handwritten signatures of his school friends, reading a comic book inside his hospital bed, smiling at the pictures.

"Clifford, right, kid?" She moved with a smile and an object into the private hospital room on the oncology floor.

Clifford looked up with a puzzled brow to see her. "Ya know me?"

"Chart, kid," She moved forward and thumbed back over a collar bone to the clip board on the door slot with a smile and an object.

"O yeah," He giggled with a smile, returning back to read the comic book inside the hospital bed.

"Cookies, kid?" She moved closer, extending a plate of freshly baked cookies.

"Cookies!" His hand, the plate, and her fingers reached and intersected as he yelled. "Ouch, hot." He dropped the cookie onto the hospital tray beside the comic book and cuddled, rubbing an aching hand, staring at her with a confused brow.

"Hot plate, kid," She sat a milk carton next to the plate of cookies with a grin and a giggle.

"No, your hand's hot." He cuddled and rubbed the aching fingers with a confused brow.

She back stepped from the bed with a puzzled brow, wearing a pink and white uniform from the hospital supply closet, "Hurt, kid?"

"Naw, stings a little." He reached and grabbed one of the cookies from the heated plate, eating and chewed the warm dough as she reached for his leg caste. He spat cookie crumbs over the blanket, "Don't. Hurts from the shots."

"What happened? Did your mom hit ya, kid?" She chuckled with a nod.

He chewed with a sour frown. "My mom's sweet and nice. She'd never do that. She loves me."

"Ya got pushed out a tree, kid?" She sniggered with a grin.

He pointed up to the ceiling with a nod and a smile. "No. Jumped high up, way up on my bike, smashed the bone," he pointed down to his leg caste with a grin and a giggle. "Here! Didn't cry. My mom fainted. My dad grabbed me. So cool, bone sticking out. Blood on my leg, me, my dad, the car, the floor, everywhere. So cool! Can't wait to show my pals at school." He bit into the cookie and chewed with a grin of falling food particles also.

"Good adventure, kid!" She smiled with a nod.

"Kid?" He chewed with a sour frown. "Ya talk funny."

"Parents, kid?" She turned and scanned his empty hospital room.

He shook a skull with a smile. "Told them to stay home! Not scared! My mom cried. Can't stand that. Girls. Just a bone. Told my dad to stay with my mom. I'm brave and cour...age...ous. I'm ten years old going to the fifth grade. Afraid of nothin' like ghosts, witches, or ugly nurses," he giggled, spitting more cookie crumbles on his gown, the tray, and the bed sheets.

"Tough, kid! Ya know big old hospitals like this one is haunted with souls of the dead?" She turned and chuckled with a nod into his smile.

He shook a skull with a grin. "Won't work? Not scared." He giggled with a smile, spitting out more cookie crumbles from a set of laughing lips.

"Fearless, kid," She smiled with a nod.

He slapped a chest with a smile and a nod. "Yeah, that's me, the fearless Clifford Milton Burton, the third," he chewed the cookie with a laugh.

"Moving along, kid," She back stepped with a smile and a nod from his hospital bed and backed up into the quiet and empty hallway.

"Good night, lady." Clifford Milton Burton, the third smiled and chewed the cookie. The door closed in front of her face. She turned to face an empty hallway and moved the squeaky cart down to the next hospital patient room with a smile and a snigger of delight.

Tuesday June 1st

2:31 a.m.

Home of Austin Bartholomew Berrington, IV

One Coral Lane of City of Coral Beach in US State of Florida

Master bedroom setting

Waning moon, warm temperatures with cloudy night sky

"Cliffy!" He sat up and rubbed the sweat from his face with both hands inside his master bedroom.

"Another bad dream, sweetie," she sat up, jiggling a pair of naked breasts side to side, blinking her eyelashes in the dull light of his master bedroom.

He gasped for air, "My godson. A girl, a girl with dark hair, again, I saw it again." He stared at the far wall which was painted in sissy light peach colors.

"Allow me to relax you, sweetie," she turned with a grin and rubbed his naked back muscles with soft hands.

He sounded with a moan from the nice massage of her warm hands, closing his eyelids, purging a third nightmare of his godson Cliffy who was dead inside a set of white colored bed sheets. She removed both hands. He turned and settled a tense neck and a dizzy skull back down into the soft pillow, drifting off to sleep.

9:03 a.m.

City of Coral Beach in US State of Florida

Hot temperatures and three miles-per-hour easterly winds

with bright sunshine

Away from the hustle and bustle of Highway One, the city of Coral Beach resided in Miami-Dade County, boasting a mayor, a sheriff, a physician, and a lawyer underneath a fake domed city hall. The gated community boasted other unique facilities, such as, a couple of jail cells, an interrogation room, a weapons room, a firing hole, a library, and an art museum.

The beachside city housed a fire department, a helicopter pad, a vehicle and boat garage, a gardener atrium, a mechanic machine and equipment shop, and a postal station. There were numerous house servant residential houses which were surrounded by a state-of-the-art security alarm system too.

The alarm system was hidden inside a set of two distinct iron and concrete decorative sentry security gates.

The landscape entrance into the lovely and lush beachside city of Coral Beach from the east roadside of Highway One nicely intersected at the first sentry gate, where a pair of armed and smiling guards blocked and inspected a set of any warmly welcomed visitors or coldly un-welcomed strangers.

If the lucky party passed through the first sentry, then a second sentry gate blocked and inspected you and your vehicle for a second round of non-fun time.

Once fully accepted and approved by the double sentry gatekeepers, the lucky party ventured down the magnificent majestic avenue of mansions to one of four formal addresses on Coral Lane. The four estates on Coral Lane were surrounded by a golf course, a tree and grassy walking park, and the bluish-green Atlantic Ocean, where both a south and an eastern sun horizon occurred every dawn and dusk.

A yellow cobblestone road named Coral Lane, paralleling a pink colored bricked walkway, displaying a set of four pastel colored mansions, consisting of neon orange, dark green, bright yellow, or a pink sissy hue.

Currently, four limousines of gold, silver, white, and black slowly drove down Coral Lane and stopped at the first estate residence on One Coral Lane.

At 9:09 a.m. in the home of Austin, inside the Florida room setting, the double front doors on the bright pink mansion sailed from the double metal frames as both crystal door knobs crashed against the pale yellow colored walls.

"Damn it to hell. Damn it to hell. Damn it to hell." Austin entered into the room and kicked a side table of wood as the fern plant and the table dropped sideways, skidding across the Mexican tile floor. Both objects abruptly halted at the bottom stair step. He moved to one of the twin side tables, holding a crystal lamp near one of the twin yellow and white striped sofas and attacked with the same leather again. The table soared up and hit the pink granite fireplace, breaking into two separate wooden staves. The crystal lamp sailed sideways in the opposite direction through the air and hit the floor, rolling and smashing in an assortment of tiny bits of glass near the broken fern pot. Austin moved without song deeper into his Florida room, seeking a new target, raising a bent kneecap at the next target, a low table.

"Austin!" Franklin Ferdinand Mangrove, III was a life-time brother, a permanent business partner, and the peaceful neighbor of Austin. Austin dropped the kneecap down to the floor, slumping forward a face down into a chest, viewing the helpless tile, feeling fury, hate, and revenge.

"Calm down! We all feel the same way, bro," Stuart Thant Gage, III was a life-time brother, a permanent business partner, and the protective neighbor of Austin. Stu moved and pushed Austin toward the sofa and away from the delicate table which held a glass chess set.

"Sit the fuck down, Old Man!" Thomas Edison Sawyer, III was a life-time brother, a permanent business partner, and the troublesome neighbor of Austin. He did not touch Austin, dashing to the beverage bar on the southeastern side of the Florida room. "Does anyone else want a drink at the bar?" Austin stumbled from the table and hit the sofa, sitting and placed both his elbows on top of his kneecaps with a face hidden between his palms, viewing the tile some more.

"Need I remind that the hour is nine in the morning, Tom!" Stu viewed the designer wrist watch with a sour frown.

"Know that. I have a gawd damn watch. I can tell fucking time. I learned that slick trick in elementary school as a young boy. I need something to kill the butt-ass kicking pain, Stu." Tom stopped inside the bar and grabbed a glass tumbler from the top cabinet.

"Just one, Tom, or I'll tell Janey." Frank turned and frowned at Tom.

Tom turned and frowned to Frank. "You always were the shitty tattle-taler in our band, Frank. And then Stu would kick your fucking ass for reporting us," he laughed, dropping the ice cubes, and poured the whiskey into the tumbler.

Stu lifted and flung both his arms into the air with a smile and a chuckle, "Boom."

Frank turned from the beverage bar and billiards table, advancing to one of twin sofas, observing Austin, who hid a skull inside the palms. Then Frank turned and frowned to Stu.

Stu turned and frowned to Tom.

Tom shook a blonde haired skull, lifting the drink and moved to the billiards table on the southwest side of the room. He stopped and placed the whiskey beverage on the edge of the billiards table, removing up the triangular rack from all the cued balls, grabbing a pool stick and licked the end with the chalk. He positioned a white cue ball in the middle of the table and aimed at the collected balls, firing with the pool stick. The white cue ball broke up all the balls from the center, scattering them into different directions without striking a single pocket.

"I'm going to the kitchen for a beverage. Frank?" Stu stood and stared at the blonde colored hair roots of Tom.

"Please bring me a bottle of dark soda along with a medium glass filled with crashed ice cubes." Frank ordered to Stu and observed the black colored hair roots of Austin.

"Not only a fucking tattler but the classy and proper Miss Manners gent. Don't ya know real fucking men drink from the gawd damn bottle, Frank?" Tom lifted his torso from the playing field with a laugh, reaching and sipping the whiskey beverage.

"Austin!" Stu viewed the black hair roots of Austin and pivoted, disappearing into the kitchen, shaking a bald skull.

Frank turned and frowned at a set of closed front double doors. "Where are our lovely ladies?"

Tom hit the ball with a meek timber. "They're comforting Marge at her house. Jane said not to expect them for a while, maybe not until dinner."

"Burton?" Frank turned and frowned at the blonde hair roots of Tom.

"Making the funeral arrangements," Tom leaned down and hit the cue ball into the right corner pocket.

Frank turned with a stern face and viewed a wall of windows, showing a grove of tear shaped green shade trees that guarded a row of picnic tables, the wooden swings, the beach hammocks, and a small battery operated refrigerator which stored both food and drink (only beer for Tom) on the golden sands of the Atlantic Ocean.

A perfect spot for young children to roam free and to play without an invasion of rude visitors, mean kids, and half naked sun bathing young girls.

The beach and park was owned by Austin, Frank, Stu, and Tom. No other foot prints were allowed on these golden beach sands.

This was an earthly paradise for a billionaire, who lived in the most beautiful spot on Earth, Miami. The weather was warm all year around for swimming, skiing, fishing, boating, sporting, shopping, jogging, walking, and playing.

And only money could buy this kind of paradise.

Frank had money lots and lots of money, thanking his family ancestor of inheritance from an extremely wealthy father, a very wealthy grandfather, and a slightly wealthy great grandfather.

His great grandfather was part of clan which was called the "Fathers of Miami."

The boys (Austin, Stu, Frank, and Tom) called themselves the "Band of Brothers" but they were not biological siblings. Instead, they were "blood" brothers.

Their four non-related biological great grandfathers, in the year 1838, formed the first eternity "bond" of human red blood as a set of four young teens. The four young teens lived among the wild farmlands and wilder forests of northern Florida near the spouting town of Tallahassee, the current state capital of Florida.

Mangrove, the first moved as a teenager from his native country of Spain with his favorite stallion and the other barn animals to the new land of America, where his father worked as an animal veterinarian and occasionally a human physician inside a rural countryside township.

Gage, the first was shipped as a slave from his home land of Africa, working on one of many southern cotton plantations, where he had escaped and headed to the wild and free lands of Florida. He bartered his new skills as a farmer inside the same rural countryside township.

Sawyer, the first came from German royalty, but he was determined to rule his own destiny in the New World rather in the Fatherland, leaving behind his royal family members and his royal family fortune. He became the rural countryside township's mayor.

Berrington, the second traveled inside a wooden ship over the Atlantic Ocean with the other poor peasants from Great Britain, seeking freedom from British prosecution in the new land of America, expanding his trade-ship as a blacksmith inside the same rural countryside township.

Millionaire, billionaire, and zillionaire, the title was useless, now.

All of Frank's money could not bring that young boy back to life on planet Earth.

The only child of Clifford and Marge Burton was found dead less than twenty-four hours ago inside his private hospital room. The child had been admitted for a broken leg, a non-threatening injury. Cliffy would have worn his leg cast for the required eight weeks removing it and then continuing his young playful full life into the fifth grade.

Clifford was now planning the funeral for Monday afternoon, discussing the details with the funeral director, selecting a funeral coffin, and signing the transfer papers from the hospital morgue to the funeral home, paying a seven-foot wide by eight-foot long plot of dirt for a six-foot deep hole, burying his baby boy.

Franklin Ferdinand Mangrove, the third had no heirs to his throne, yet. His wife Misty Marie and he would plan for the future happy event, not this year, maybe next year, after the pain, angry, and sadness subsided in his heart.

Time healed everything.

Present day and time and place

Hot temperatures with dull sunlight and scattered clouds

Hotel room setting with Flamingo

06:21 pm

A loud knock sounds at the hotel door.

Flamingo slides off the bed mattress and holds the novel, moving ahead to the door, opening the metal with a smile. The hotel employee rolls a metal tray toward the side table and stops, spreading out the supper meal over the hard surface, spinning around with a smile. Flamingo reaches out and tips the young male with a fifty-dollar bill, nodding in silence.

The young male looks down and gasps at the generous customer tip returning back to see Flamingo. "Do you require anything else, this evening, sir? Do you need a pair of trousers, maybe?"

Flamingo laughs. "No. I am fine. Thank you! Good night!"

The young male back steps from Flamingo and continues to smile and nod in silence, exiting the hotel room, closing the door shut.

Flamingo slides down into the chair with a smile, staring down at the delicious meal.

One evening during a guest visit, AJ had tipped the pizza delivery person two fifty-dollar bills for the delivery stack of hot pizza without blinking an eyelid or whispering a word. Thus, AJ is a very generous man with his personal wealth.

So, Flamingo wants to present that same nice Christian impression. He does not mind going away his money. His money belongs to Almighty God anyways and all the other earth objects do not ascend into heaven, when a good soul dies. So, Flamingo will remember to give generously his money and his honor with what Almighty God has given to him.

He places the book down in his lap and bows a chin down into his neck, whispering a heavenly prayer for his soul, his life, his fortune, and his set of lousy blood related family members also.

"Yeah, amen!" he opens the eyelids with a smile and dives into the meal with one hand, lifting the book with the free hand, reading the next page and chews.

Friday May 15th

Birmingham Inn

(91 miles, south, from Lacy Springs)

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of bright sunshine

1414 Hotel Room setting

09:45 am

Flamingo stirs from the bright sunlight. He did not close the set of purple colored curtain drapes over the row of exposed glass windows during the nighttime moonlight. His face turns to see the alarm clock on top of the side table. The time reads: 09:45 a.m.

"Shit! My checkout time is eleven in the morning. I'm staying another night." He slides off the bed mattress and dashes into the bathroom, dressing in the clean and dried pair of cargo pants, sliding on his pair of nasty flip-flops, flopping down his nasty baseball cap backwards on top his hairy skull and then exits the hotel room.

He enters the elevator carriage and stops in the lobby, moving ahead toward the registration desk.

He stands and waits his turn with a smile. "Hello! I'm supposed to check out at eleven o'clock this morning. But, I care to stay another night. Can I pay for a second night here at this lovely hotel suite?"

The morning hotel registration clerk is a tall, older female with a head of black tinted hair and pale tinted skin, nodding with a smile, typing on the keyboard. She stares at the computer screen. "Of course, sir! What is your room number, sir?"

Flamingo nods. "I am hotel room 1414."

"You ordered a room service meal around six o'clock to your hotel room, last night, sir. Is that correct?"

"Yes ma'am!"

The female looks up with a smile to see Flamingo. "Your new bill amount is 352.89 dollars and cents, sir. This also includes a stay tonight which means a checkout at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yes, ma'am," Flamingo pulls out and counts the cash, sliding the amount over the counter to the clerk.

The clerk accepts the money and recounts for accuracy, sliding the item down into the hidden drawer. She prints off the paid paper receipt and hands to Flamingo with a smile. "Enjoy your stay here, sir!"

"I will. Thank you, ma'am," He back steps and spins around with a smile, moving back down the hallway, staring at the ugly art work and enters the open carriage.

At 10:02 am, Flamingo exits off the fourteenth floor and enters back into his hotel room, standing in the middle of the messy room. "The maid service can clean the room and make the messy bed. There is nothing of personal values, but me, to steal here but my dried set of swimming trunks. Talk about low maintenance girl! I am a no maintenance person," he shakes his nasty backward baseball cap with a smile, "Why won't a nice girl like Violet wanna not marry a nice fellow, like me?" He laughs with a grin and claps with happiness. He feels much better with his new life, leaving behind his old life. "I don't get it."

He nods. "I need to gas the car and find a plate of food. I need more money. I have blown through the one thousand dollars from yesterday really fast. Good thing, I had some cash on my person from yesterday. I can't use my bank card either. I will be tracked down like a hungry wolf for certain by Tommy Lee. He's a smart bastard. He and my dad used to hang around as teens." Flamingo slaps the pockets on the cargo pants, feeling the car keys, his wallet, and the hotel key, spinning around and then exits the hotel.

A few minutes later, Flamingo takes the same elevator carriage and lands down inside the underground parking lot, moving ahead toward his parked car. He opens the door and slides down into the smooth leather. The car is nice and cool inside the interior form the blazing heat.

He starts the car and steers from the garage building onto the main roadway, slowly driving in an eastern direction among the heavy flow of traffic. "The road is really busy with numerous drivers. The town of Lacy Springs is never this busy like this, even on a church day. Well, today is Friday, a work day for the worker and a school day for the student."

He slows the speed on the car and turns into a gasoline station, parking at the gasoline pump. He moves inside and pays for a tank of gas, coming out, filling the tank and scans the landscape.

A row of red or brown bricked tall buildings stand on both sides on the double roadway that blocks the pretty skyline as he stands underneath the veranda at the gas station pump. Back home in Lacy Springs, a person can see the pale blue skyline from any direction. Here, the buzz of speeding vehicles loud flies up and down the double roadway, coming in all directions, going to someplace else.

"Every person inside a car is in a hurry here." He has not anticipated the flow of traffic during his college days here in Birmingham. But he has only lived within the confide of a small town with a main roadway that holds five individual traffic lights that guides the morning and evening vehicles to school or to a work place or to the row or shopping centers.

The air waves are filled constant musical sounds, also, a ringing of numerous car horns, the whistling of many work trucks, and the occasion police car siren.

"I have never pictured a Bama city like this one. This place looks like it belongs in a Hollywood movie film." He wipes the sweat from a forehead. "The weather is not nice today either. The air is hot and sticky at ten in the morning." Flamingo taps the handle inside the gas tank for the last tiny drops of gasoline. He does not want the smell of stinky gasoline on his naked hands. He replaces the gasoline handle and returns back into the car, staring the engine, slowly moving into the swift traffic.

He drives down the roadway and quickly scans each red colored brick tall or squat building. "The city is ugly. The buildings are a mixture of both new and old architecture which are made of ugly brown or tan or red brick. Some streets are being repaired. Geez! I thought the university campus was pretty. But, the outskirts from the campus proper is a true metro city of ugly people, uglier places, and the ugliest property lines without fields of green grass and rows of tall shade trees. All of Mother Nature trees and flowers and bushes have died here too."

He continues to drive and circles the block a couple of times, trying to find his hotel again, seeing his bank institution instead.

Fourth Alabama Bank of Birmingham

(Three blocks, south, from hotel)

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

Parking lot setting

11:22 am

Flamingo pulls into the semi-empty bank parking lot and stops, exiting the car with a smile. "This road trip is quite an adventure. It'll take me and my neurons some time getting used to the streets and the ugly building, and the ugly landscape and the ugly noise. I should tell..." he frowns, "Stop thinking of them!"

He moves ahead with a stern face into the new bank building of red brick also and stands in line for his turn. The exterior and interior bank building is very similar to the one in Lacy Springs, but the lines of people are much longer. He shuffles ahead and stands in front of the bank counter, jerking out his personal cash bank card and slides the card down into the slot, pressing the button for one thousand dollars.

Behind the bullet-proof window, the bank teller frowns at Flamingo. "Your cash limit is three hundred dollars-per-day."

Flamingo looks up with a smile. "Yes, that is correct, ma'am. My cash bank card is three hundred dollars-per-day. When I access the teller window, my cash limit is one thousand dollars-per-day. I would like to withdraw one thousand dollars please."

She frowns again. "Sir, your cash limit is three hundred dollars-per-day. I am electronically cancelling your bank transaction for one thousand dollars-per-day. Please, input only the number of three hundred dollars per day, which is your cash limit."

He smiles. "Miss, I can receive up to one thousand dollars per day. I pulled out one thousand dollars from my bank in at home."

"Then, why do you need another one thousand dollars per day?"

He nods. "I have almost spent the first set of one thousand dollars, so I need more money. I am on vacation here in Birmingham."

She frowns. "Sir, you look too young to be on vacation. Where is your personal bank card?"

"Yes. I..."

She frowns. "Is your mother with you here inside the bank?"

He laughs and outlines the row of white tinted capital words BURN U on his tee shirt. "No. I am on vacation alone and by myself. I am a student at Burn U."

She extends her hand with a sour frown. "Sir, please show me your bank card and your personal driver's license! Do you really have a bank account here?"

"Yes." Flamingo whips out his driver's license and hands the item to the rude bank teller.

She studies the driver's license. "I will get my bank supervisor. You are not from here in Birmingham. We do things a little different here, sir."

"All right!" He stands with a smile and looks back over a collar bone at the line of people. He is not wrong about the money. Arie has not denied him access to his bank account. He is not stealing any money but he feels sorry for the long lines of bank customers that need money transactions as he is taking the time away from the bank teller.

The bank manager follows the bank teller from a side room, waving both items, wearing a sour frown. "Young man, where is your mother or your father?"

Flamingo frowns. "My mother is not here. She lives in Lacy Springs. I am a student here at Burn U. And I have a bank account here, since I was born. I think."

The bank manager exits from the bank teller counter and moves ahead. Please, follow me, young man!" Flamingo moves out of line and follows the older female.

At 11:19 am, inside the private bank office, the female bank manager enters a private room and waits for Flamingo, closing the door. "Young man, you do not live here. Your driver's license shows the city of Lacy Springs. Where is the city of Lacy Springs, sir?"

Flamingo sits down in one of the two brown colored sitting chair and smiles at the unfamiliar bank manager. "It is about ninety miles north of Birmingham."

She lifts up the bank card with a sour frown. "Where did you get this bank card?"

"I..."

She sneers, "Sir, this bank card is colored in candy pink with a row of white flowers. This is a personal bank card for a female, not a male. Where did you go this bank card? Is this your mother's bank card? You cannot use your mother's bank card without her person present and her verbal permission."

"I know." He smiles. "My bank card came from my bank institution in Lacy Springs. The bank card has my name on it which matches my driver's license."

She frowns. "I can see that. And I can see that a driver's license can be forged to match any type of bank card."

He gasps. "O! You are welcome to call my bank in Lacy Springs to verify my name and my bank account."

"Yes, I will be doing that right after I call the police." She frowns. "And I cannot see how a young man of barely eighteen years old has a bank account of millions of dollars."

He gasps. "O! I didn't know my bank account had millions of dollars. And I do not see why you need to call the police as I am who I am," laughing.

The door sounds with a loud knock.

"Enter!" The bank manager continues to sit and yells out loud with fury. The office door slides open and reveals two blue uniformed police officers. She waves them inside with a sour frown. "Thank you, officers, for coming so quickly! Please, sit down in the two chairs on the entrance inside my office." The police officers enter inside and sit down, staring at the rear skull on Flamingo in silence.

Flamingo leans back in the sitting chair with a smile and intrigue. He is actually going to be interrogated as a bank thief.

She points at Flamingo with a sneer, staring at the two police officers. "This is the young man that possesses a bank account cash credit which can access millions of dollars." The bank manager leans over and picks up the landline receiver on the telephone, dialing the telephone to the Lacy Springs Bank.

The bank manager places the conversation on the speaker box from here office telephone. A bank employee in Lacy Springs answers the phone with a pleasure female voice, "Good morning! This is the Fourth National Alabama Bank of Lacy Springs. How may I direct your banking needs today?"

She frowns. "This is the bank manager at your sister bank, the Fourth National Bank of Birmingham. I am trying to verify a bank account for a teenager, who is named Breck Freehurst McCory."

From the speaker box on the office telephone, the female bank employee at the Lacy Springs bank replies on the telephone. "Which Breck Freehurst McCory is it?"

She frowns. "I beg your pardon. What does that question mean?"

"There are three individual Breck Freehurst McCory teens which is designated with a Roman numeral number. There is the third, the fourth, and the fifth."

The bank manager gasps in shock and looks down, examining the two pieces of identification. "His driver's license shows the Roman numeral four or the fourth."

The bank employee in Lacy Springs gasps on the telephone. "Flamingo, is that you, honey? Are you on this telephone call also?"

The bank manager sneers. "No! Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth is outside my office. He is not talking on this telephone call. Can you describe the teen?"

The bank employee in Lacy Springs sneers back to the bank manager. "You are holding his driver's license and his person hostage inside your bank lobby, ma'am. Can't you see that his driver's license and his person displays the same picture? For goodness sake's, ma'am, do you need a pair of seeing eyeglasses?"

She sneers. "I am investigating a bank thief here, lady."

The bank employee in Lacy Springs gasps. "What does that mean, ma'am? I demand to speak to Flamingo right now."

She growls. "I want to make certain that I have the correct Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth. Describe the teen!"

The bank employee in Lacy Springs giggles over the speaker receiver. "Flamingo looks like his two brothers. He is tall and handsome with a head of blonde hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of suntanned skin. O! Flamingo likes to wear a nasty looking baseball cap, ass-backwards. Is that description good enough for your stupid neurons or your pair of old eyeballs, Miss Fourth Bank of Birmingham Bank Manager?"

She sneers, "Yeah!" The two police officers and Flamingo softly snigger.

The bank employee in Lacy Springs laughs on the speaker phone. "And Flamingo and his brothers will be a set of college students at Burn U in the month of June, after graduating from the local high school here in the small town of Lacy Springs. And Flamingo and his two brothers are also a set of trust fund babies. Do you know what that term, trust fund babies, means, Miss Fourth Bank of Birmingham Bank Manager?"

"Yeah!"

The bank employee within the town of Lacy Springs chuckles on the telephone speaker. "His mother Arie and his father Breck, Junior set up a trust fund for each one of their sons the moment the baby was pushed out the birth canal. Clearly, you have never experienced childbirth and have not ever set up a trust fund for a baby. So, each brother is worth three hundred million dollars today. Do you understand that great big math number, Miss Fourth Bank of Birmingham Bank Manager? And his mother Arie McCory is a billionaire and places all of her billions here inside the Fourth National Bank of Lacy Springs. Do you know what a billionaire is, Miss Fourth Bank of Birmingham Bank Manager? So, if you do happen to engage multi-millionaire teen Flamingo at our sister bank in Birmingham for any banking issue, then you need to remember that he can take his millions of dollars from us and place his millions down into another bank along with his mom and her billions of dollars. I do not believe that your bank supervisor will be happy to hear about that."

She sneers. "I'll remember that. Thanks for your time!"

The bank employee in Lacy Springs shouts out loud. "Hey! Flamingo..."

The telephone connection terminates by the Fourth Bank of Birmingham bank manager.

The Fourth Bank of Birmingham bank manager frowns. "I guess you're the right McCory."

Flamingo smiles, "Yes ma'am!"

The manager turns and frowns to the two police officers. "Thanks for your time, officers!"

The first police officer stands upright from the chair and moves ahead, patting the collar bone on Flamingo with a smile, "Anytime!" The second police officer follows and closes the door.

The bank manager exhales. "I am sorry."

He smiles. "Don't worry about it! I like that you investigate money matters immediate that concerns the bank, the bank employees and the bank customers, like me, very quickly. I feel safe here and my money feels safe here. I was not worried. I am not a bank thief."

She exhales. "That is a very flexible attitude, sir. What do you need from the bank?"

"I need to withdraw one thousand dollars from my bank account. And how do you know that I possess millions of dollars. My bank account on the cash machine only shows amount of a little less than 250,000 dollars."

She smiles. "You have a trust fund which does not show on the electronic screen. You are seeing only one of many bank accounts in your name."

He nods. "O! Thanks for sharing that information with me."

She frowns. "Why didn't your mother or father tell you about your trust fund?"

He exhales. "My father is deceased. And my mother..."

She nods. "I am sorry. I will get the money right away for you, Mr. McCory. You stay right here. I will be back in a moment," the bank manager exits the room.

Flamingo nods. "Thanks!"

The office door closes shut.

Flamingo sits in the chair and stares out the window at the blistering heated day. Arie had not told her son the amount of the inheritance or the immediate availability of funds.

The bank manager quickly returns and provides Flamingo with the cash and his two items, nodding with a smile. "Here is your money, Mr. McCory."

He smiles. "Please call me, Flamingo. I will be banking here at this branch a lot as I am a new Burn U student, starting the summer college session. Thank you for your service, ma'am!"

He stands upright with a smile and pockets the cash inside the wallet with the other two items.

She stares at Flamingo. "I was wondering..."

He lifts up the candy pink colored bank card with the row of white flowers near his smile and laughs. "Why is my personal bank card colored in girly pink with cute flowers? Well, if a male steals my bank card, he would never use it as the vendor would probably laugh his ass off first. Then, the merchant would call the police. And, as no male would ever carry and be caught dead or alive with a girly pink tinted bank card. If a girl steals my personal bank card in pink hue, she would have to present a piece of identification with my long male name or forge my long male name with the Roman number. Then, the merchant would become suspicious and hold the bank card and the female thief, while calling the police. The chance of my personal bank card become stolen is average. But the chance of my personal bank card becoming used is less than one fourth of a percentage point."

She nods with a smile. "That is very clever, Flamingo. I might suggest that idea to some of our wealthy clients also. You're a smart young male. What are you majoring in at Burn U?"

He smiles. "I'm going to become a medical physician and open my own practice and save millions of sick lives."

She nods, "An excellent endeavor, sir! Have a nice day, Flamingo!"

"I will," he nods. "You have a good day, also, ma'am!" He spins around and exits the bank.

Inside the parking lot at the bank, he slides down into his car and cranks the engine with a laugh. "That was really strange and weird. But I am now living in the city, not the country. The city folks do things different here." He pulls out into the roadway and drives slowly with heavy traffic, turning into one of the fast food restaurants, stopping at the ordering station. There are six vehicles ahead of him. "Everyone is busy at their job or going to do something. I don't know if I wanna drive around the city right now. I don't wanna cause a car accident as I am not familiar with the streets." He advances the car ahead and places the order of food, pays for the sack of food, leaving the fast food restaurant parking lot.

He slowly drives back toward his hotel building, after getting lost three times on the unfamiliar roadways. Some of the roadways only lead into one direction. He parks underneath the cool shading from the heated day with a deep sigh. "Yeah, that was a really smart move, ditching the cell phone," he opens the car door with a laugh and slides out, closing the door and locks the doors.

He strolls toward the underground elevator carriage and enters the carriage, traveling up to his hotel floor.

Birmingham Inn

14th floor level

1414 hotel room

11:40 pm

Flamingo exits the elevator and moves down the long corridor. The noisy hallway is busy with numerous roaming hotel guests and a few working employees, who clean each hotel room.

He stops with a smile and slides the hotel key down into the slot, opening the door, entering the room.

The room has been cleaned. The bed has been dressed. The window curtains are open. He moves ahead and sits down on the arm of the chair, spreading out the sack of food, eating and chews while viewing the skyline of tall buildings.

The sky is colored pale blue hue. The clouds are scattered in white tint. Right below the row of clouds, each tall rooftop on a row of crooked tall buildings in tan or brown or red brick appear like it touches the row of clouds, but that is physically impossible.

Below the buildings, the roadways create a set of tiny T-shaped lines as a line of vehicles travel up and down the roads.

Flamingo smiles, "This place is busy in the morning. I have a lot of new stuff to absorb and learn here in Birmingham as a new college student. I can feel my old life just fade away into the woodwork. I feel like a new person here. I like it here." He stands and tosses the used boxes down into the black colored hotel trashcan with a smile. "What am I going to do today?" He studies the roadway out the window. "I am not traveling around the unfamiliar city streets today. I don't wanna get lost and then have something bad happen to me. I don't have any support family members here. I will wait until I start my first college day. I will meet and make a new set of friends. My old childhood friends Doyle and Yancy are going to the local community college, instead of the bigger university in Birmingham. Brett is marrying his girlfriend Fannie next month. Then he is becoming a farmer like his daddy and granddaddy," he exhales with a full stomach and burps out loud with a chuckle, spinning around to see the book on top of the bed covers. "I can finish my novel of the Quartet. I read through page two hundred something last night before falling asleep with the lights on and the book in my hand. I was really beat both literally from the drive and figuratively from the action," laughing.

He gasps with shock. "Look at the time! It's almost eleven o'clock in late morning. I have slept away most of the early morning, which I do not do at home. Then I spent over an hour at the bank while explaining my person. I wonder if that is going to happen a lot. In Lacy Springs, where I was born, every person knows me. I didn't have to explain anything. But here in Birmingham, no one knows me. That was a strange experience. I hope the rest of my days here in Birmingham go slow, unnoticed, and invisible. I just wanna graduate college and enter medical school." He slaps his stomach. "I'll go for a swim in the pool. I have been eating food fast meals for two days. I don't wanna gain weight, before I grow old and fat and gray haired. Each freshmen student always gains weight the first year of school due to stress, pressure, and lazy food habits. Yeah, swim off the fat, salt, sugar, and calories."

He moves ahead and enters the bathroom, changing into the swimming trunks, exiting the hotel room with a smile. "I like this freedom and free life without studying for a test or yelling at a brother or listening to authority."

He exits the building and moves ahead, stepping down into the swimming pool, gliding down into the warm water.

At 12:31 pm in the afternoon, Flamingo finishes playing inside the swimming pool like a kid and stretches out over the chaise lounge chair, absorbing the hot sun rays, relaxing in the sunshine. He falls asleep due to the excessive heat for a short nap and then stirs away from sweating.

At 2:02 pm in the afternoon, he re-enters his hotel room and changes off his sweaty body, lounging inside the bed, reading the novel and orders the room service meal of fish and fries.

At 04:33 pm, in the late heated afternoon, Flamingo awakes from the short nap and sits upright at his fitted waistline, shouting out loud in shock, "Diploma! Shit. I gotta go and get my high school diploma. I need to photocopy a hard copy of my high school diploma for Burn U. The college advisor made it clear that I must present a hard copy of my high school diploma to the admission offices at Burn U, before I start my first day of college. Or I cannot attend my first day of college courses. Fuck! That means that I must go back to Lacy Springs and get my high school diploma from Principal Marshall. He would be guarding the table that holds a pile of high school diploma for each graduating senior. And Principal Marshall was not allowed to send an electronic copy of my high school diploma to any post-graduate institution, until the day after graduation. Shit! This ruins my evening here in Birmingham. Tomorrow morning is the weekend day of Saturday, May the nineteenth. The school administration building is closed. Then, the next day is the weekend day of Sunday, May, the twentieth. And the school administration building is closed also. I can wait until Monday morning and then drive to the school and then drive back to Burn U which is wasting the entire day and lots of gas. And I am taking the chance of Arie collecting my high school diploma, if I am not there at the Lacy Springs High School graduation ceremony to pick it up. I don't think Arie can take my high school diploma with my name on it from the school administration building. After all, I am eighteen years old, an adult male in my own right. And I have a set of adult rights as an eighteen-year-old male while living here in Alabama. However, if I do not retrieve my high school diploma today at the graduation ceremony or before Monday morning from the school administration office, then Arie can go and get it.

He shouts out loud and tosses the book over the bed covers. "Shit! Then I would have to go and get my high school diploma, facing Arie at her house, which is not my home anymore. Then Arie might just keep my high school diploma and not give it back to me, I would never get to start my first college course at Burn U. Arie will do anything to keep my grounded and depending on her ass and her billions, for the rest of my life. Fuck that! Double shit! Double fuck!" He slides off the bed mattress, dragging the clean bed linens off the bed mattress and over the carpet, flowing behind his naked ass.

He enters the bathroom and changes into his clothing, staring in the mirror, pressing down the shirt with a worried brow. "No. No. I can't wear my new Burn U tee shirt to Lacy Springs. Then my nosy relatives will know the location, where I have been hiding out which is here in Birmingham. The high school graduation ceremony starts at five o'clock within thirty minutes of now. The graduation ceremony will last for one hour or less. Then the auditorium will be cleared out of students, teachers, and parents. Then, each senior will attend a senior graduation party. Arie and Breck and Cinco and AJ will be at mama's home. Arie is hosting a graduation party with her family members for her three sons, minus one. Yeah, I can go to the school and collect my high school diploma quickly with a set of mixed emotions. Tough it up, man!"

He changes the Burn U shirt into his smelly, stinky, vile-worded T-shirt, still wearing the pair of cargo pants, and a pair of naked feet.

He exits the bathroom and moves ahead, sliding his naked toes into the pair of nasty flip-flops with a smile, strolling toward the closed door. "When I return back to the hotel this evening, I am going shopping for a new wardrobe and updating my college persona."

He exits the hotel room with a stern face and moves down the hallway, which is noisy and busy with both guests and employees again. he enters the elevator carriage and lands down inside the underground parking ground, moving ahead toward his parked car with a grin. "I am glad that I pay extra for the cool concrete over my car."

He slides into the car and exits the garage building, maneuvering through heavy traffic on a Friday afternoon in Birmingham, veering up the ramp onto the interstate.

He slams the dial on the radio into maximum volume and enjoys the new rock and roll musical song without speeding through the five lanes of heavy traffic. "Damn! Everyone and their mother is driving their car onto the interstate, going home right now. I won't get to the high school until seven o'clock this evening. Shit!"

Lacy Springs High School

(91 miles, north, from Birmingham)

Parking lot setting

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of sunlight

06:54 pm

The parking lot is empty of vehicles and any horses, except for a few piles of horse turds. Some of the students enjoy riding a horse to the annual event and posting their horse inside the manicured yard that helps fertile the grass, which is allowed by each school official. Thus, the Lacy Springs High School graduation has completed.

Flamingo parks his dirty sports car on the side building wall exhaling with his mixed teenly emotions. "I missed my high school graduation, a one of a time event, which happens only once. I worked so damn hard for that top spot as one of the thirteen val-i-dic-tor-dorks as Breck would say. Well, my high school classes are done. My high school graduation is done also. I must move on to my new life. I am a free man now. I am a college student now. Yeah!" he slaps the steering wheel.

He wants to collect the single piece of paper with rows of colored strips that represents fourteen years of hard work, since pre-kindergarten here at Lacy High School.

He slides out the car and stands on top of the familiar gray tined parking lot, exhaling with more mixed teenly feelings, slamming the door shut.

He slowly enters through the enclosed lobby and stops, staring at the row of sports trophies that came from year, since the creation of the local high school. Lacy Springs had won the Alabama High School Football Championship, this year. Flamingo had led the football team as the quarterback to the victory in the month of December.

He slowly scoots down the long glass case and admires each golden plated sports trophy with a smile and then halts in front of the second entrance archway, feeling the warm air inside the open auditorium. Principal Marshall stands in front of the elevated wooden stage and fiddles with a tiny pile of dark blue folders. Flamingo slowly strolls ahead experiencing feelings of guilt and angry and then stops, standing at the back spine on Marshall, saying with a firm tone and a stern face. "Principal Marshall..."

Marshall spins around with a gasp. "Where have you been, Flamingo? Everyone is looking for you."

Flamingo nods with a stern face. "I guess so. I am sorry, Principal Marshall. I could not face any student or teacher or parent, after my day in a court of law," he laughs out loud. Flamingo had won the court case. He clears a throat. "I am sorry that I missed graduation night. I was looking forward to my night here..."

"Flamingo, do you not know?"

"I know that I missed saying my valedictorian speech. I know that I was one of thirteen valedictorians. I had worked for months on that valedictorian speech. But I couldn't face..."

He frowns. "Where have you been hiding out, Flamingo? Your brothers are looking for you."

Flamingo laughs. "I've been around."

He exhales. "Flamingo, the high school graduation ceremony was cancelled for the night. You did not miss the event here."

Flamingo gasps. "Why? How can you cancel a high school graduation ceremony? What for!"

He nods. "Flamingo, the senior students all voted and decided to cancel the high school graduation ceremony. I am still here, because I am passing out each high school diploma to a parents or the student. Why are you here, Flamingo?"

Flamingo frowns. "Why would you cancel the Lacy Springs High School graduation ceremony? I bet some of the parents and the senior students were mad."

He exhales with annoyance and shakes his balding skull. "You do not know. I saw you drive out from the courthouse on Thursday afternoon. Did you not call home and talk to your mother?"

"Hell, no!"

He frowns. "Flamingo, I am so sorry."

Flamingo frowns. "Why are you sorry? Why did you cancel the Lacy Springs graduation ceremony? You did that, because of me."

He gasps. "The students, the parents, the teachers and I did it, because of Arie. Your mother is in the hospital ward, Flamingo. Your mother had an automobile accident."

"When did the automobile accident occur, Principal Marshall?"

He exhales. "I was there. I saw it. Your mother drove the truck and tried to chase after your speeding sports car on the same roadway as you disappeared from eye view, two days ago. She crashed into the tall oak tree on Kay Street. She is in the hospital right now. She has been in a coma, since Thursday afternoon. You need to go and see your mother. I can drive you to the hospital, Flamingo. I have been here passing out the high school diplomas."

Flamingo turns and frowns at the interior of the auditorium. The bleachers have not been opened. The floor is clean. And the row of chairs has not been unfolded. He returns back and frowns at Marshall. "So, you cancelled the high school graduation ceremony, because of my mother. How can you, as the principal of the school, do that? Is that legal?"

He frowns. "Flamingo, in a small town, sometimes, there is a handful of town leaders that impacts a person's life. Your mother has touched each life here within Lacy Springs. After the car accident, she went straight into the hospital and did not awaken. The entire town had learned that Arie was in a coma. Almost all the other senior students had decided collectively not to attend the Lacy Springs high school graduation ceremony. Yes, there were some butt-hurts, but only a handful. The parents and the teachers came to me. And I cancelled the Lacy Springs graduation ceremony. I have been here passing out a high school diploma. But Arie is important right now. Do you want me to drive you to the hospital? I have given out all the diplomas but you and your brothers.

Flamingo accepts the three high school diplomas with a nod and controls his emotions with a steady voice. "I can drive myself to the hospital. Thanks for sharing the information, Principal Marshall!" He spins around with a sneer and races out the auditorium, exiting the building. He slides down into the car and races toward the local Lacy Springs Hospital.

Lacy Springs Hospital

(One mile, east, from high school)

Lobby setting

07:11 pm

Flamingo parks the sports car on the back row with the overcrowded parking lot and exits the house, dashing ahead from the car and enters the lobby, halting with a gasp.

The entire lobby space consists of numerous Lacy Springs citizens including teachers, students, and other citizens.

Yancy, Doyle, and Brett struggle ahead and stop, standing in front of Flamingo.

Brett reaches out and grabs the naked arm on Flamingo, pressing his fingers into the newly suntanned skin on Flaming, yelling out loud. "Where in the hell have you been, Flamingo? Your mother is upstairs inside the critical care unit fighting for her life. And you have been partying somewhere with a whore. She is in a coma."

"I know that." Flamingo jerks his arm from Brett and drives ahead through the crowded audience with a sneer.

Some of the citizens are not happy to see Flamingo, sneering in his face. The older citizens stop and hug Flamingo, whispering encouraging words of hope. He slowly moves ahead and runs into the body on Tommy Lee.

Tommy Lee leans over and sneers into the nose bridge on Flamingo. "Boy, I'm glad to see you. But I am mad about your leaving the court house."

Flamingo is sick to death hearing about his court trial and then sneers back at Tommy Lee. "I was not found guilt."

"I ain't talking about that damn silly court trial." He grabs the arm on Flamingo and shuffles them ahead, stopping in front of the closed elevator doors, pressing the button. "I'm talking about dissing your mama there in the court room, without kissing her cheekbone or speaking a word. That woman gave birth to your ass. And you run off like a wild stallion into the field. You zoomed out from the courtroom in a hurry without seeing your mama. Arie was stunned too. And Arie wanted to apology. But no, you go running off. Arie climbed into the truck and took off after your ass. Then the truck hit the tall trees. She is in the critical care unit upstairs. She's in a coma."

Flamingo stares and frowns at the closed elevator doors while hearing his name within the crowd of people. "I know that."

"Then, where in the hell have you been hiding?"

"My business," Flamingo sneers.

The elevator door slides open. The carriage is empty.

Flamingo moves ahead alone and halts with a sneer.

Tommy Lee reaches inside the door and presses the correct button as Flamingo does not know the location of the hospital room with his mother. He retracts his hand and sneers with fury at the back spine on the young teen-ass.

The elevator door slides shut. The carriage climbs upward.

Tenth floor level

Freehurst Wing

Hallway setting

07:23 pm

The hallway is painted in purple and pink tint and has been named the Freehurst Wing, after his deceased father. That dedication event occurred several years ago without Flamingo in attendance.

Flamingo had forgotten about it and never dreamed of landing a foot inside the wing.

The pretty painted hallway is lined with numerous living room furniture pieces in gray color that stands in-between a black tinted wooden side table. Each side table displays used food items and a tray of new food items. Each furniture piece contains one of his blood relative that visits his mother Arie.

Flamingo stomps down the middle of the hallway and ignores each blood relative, wearing a stern face, viewing the end of the corridor.

At the end, a bright light reflects off a glass door. The reflection flicks side to side which must possess an array of people inside the hospital room.

Aunt Aurora sits with her husband Moe minus her two little girls and then swiftly stands upright from the gray stripped sofa with a gasp, advancing ahead and then stops. She stands in the middle foot path of Flamingo, parking both fists on her new designer dress, shouting out loud at her nephew. "Where in the hell have you been, Flamingo? I have been calling you for minutes, hours, and days on your personal mobile telephone about my sister Arie. Why in the hell haven't you returned each one of my telephone calls?"

"Fuck off, Aurora!" Flamingo scoots around her short and overweight body with a sneer, continuing to march down the middle of the hallway.

Moe swiftly advances from the sofa and hugs his wife Aurora, sneering at the back spine on Flamingo.

Jarvis and Reese both stand upright from a solid gray tinted long sofa. Only Reese moves ahead from Jarvis and wears a red swollen face, rolling of tears of worry and stops in the middle of the footpath of Flamingo also. Her lips tremble with worry and as her hands wring with fear, softly speaking to her grandson. "Flamingo, you are finally here. I guess you received my numerous mobile telephones call. Your mother..."

"Fuck off, Reese!" Flamingo scoots around his grandmother with a sneer and continues to move down the semi-empty hallway.

Her husband dashes ahead and cuddles his wife, growling at the back spine on Flamingo. "Boy, you cannot talk to your grandmother like that. I will not allow it ever." Jarvis jabs a finger at the back spike on Flamingo.

Iredell stands in the foot path of Flamingo with a stern face. "Flamingo, I cannot understand your emotions. I am not a teen. I was not in your place. But I am glad that you came back here to Lacy Springs. Arie is in there down at the last hospital room. She is still in a coma. She would want to hear your voice, Flamingo."

"Thanks, Iredell!" Flamingo scoots around Iredell with a sour frown and continues to move ahead down the hallway with a sneer.

The rest of the hallway is empty. The last hospital door is made of glass and is closed shut.

Arie rests on her back spine inside a private hospital room on a private hallway. Money can buy many things but not save a sick or healthy human life, only Almighty God can do that alone.

At the end of the hallway, Flamingo stands in front of the closed door and views the glass window, exhaling with a set of mixed emotions consisting of hate, angry, sadness, worry, and love. He reaches out and touches the door knob.

The door slides open and reveals AJ.

"Flamingo!" AJ gasps in shock and wears a red swollen face of tears also.

Inside the hospital room, the tan colored hospital bed stands against a side wall of bright yellow paint, showing Arie. She rests on her back spine without a single tube running down from her two nostrils or out from her closed lips. She looks asleep with her eyelashes shut.

On the side railing of her hospital bed, Breck stands upright from a small stool and spins around with a sneer, dashing ahead and scoots around a stationary AJ. He collides into a stationary Flamingo.

They travel the length of the empty hallway floor towards the side wall.

The body on Flamingo swiftly flings backwards from the open archway and violently slams into the side wall of pink paint inside the hallway. Breck continues to hold Flamingo by the collar bone while growling with fury. Flamingo sneers back and jerks his kneecap into the stomach on Breck.

Breck releases the collar bone on Flamingo and swiftly back steps with a heavy grunt from his brother, tumbling sideways toward the rear wall, holding his guts while coughing.

Cinco dashes out the open archway from the hospital room and slams into Flamingo, tossing his brother back into the same side wall, sneering into the nose bridge on Flamingo. "Stop this! Be quiet! Mama is hurt."

Flamingo jabs a finger and a sneer at Breck. "Breck started it. Go and piss on him, Cinco!"

Cinco shakes the body on Flamingo with a growl. "Shut your mouth, Flamingo! Did you hear me? Mama is in a coma. She has been in a coma, since Thursday, after you ran off from the courthouse. I've been calling your fucking cell phone for hours and hours and days. Where in the hell have you been, Flamingo? I needed you here for Mama. She needed you here with here."

Flamingo snarls, "My business!"

Cinco releases Flamingo and then back steps with a gasp. "What in the fuck is that? What is wrong with you, Flamingo? Mama is in a coma. She is located right here in this hospital. She doesn't eat or sleep or talk or hug or anything, except lie there and breathe air."

Flamingo scoots around Cinco with a growl and moves ahead toward the hospital room.

Breck stands upright from the pain and swiftly charges ahead, slamming Flamingo into back into the same side wall again, growling in the face on Flamingo. "This is your fault, Flamingo. You caused this. Mama is hurt. Mama is in the hospital, because of you, Flamingo. You got mad and ran off again from all your adult responsibilities like usual. Now, Mama is in a coma here in the hospital, because of you, asshole."

Flamingo shoves Breck from his face and sneers. "I did not cause this shitty mess. She drove the car. She had the car wreck. I left the court room and drove my car away from her..."

"Inside the court room, Mama was upset and crying. She wanted to tell you that she was sorry..."

"Mama never told me that she was sorry," Flamingo sneers. "She wanted me to marry the bitch, that didn't have my baby."

"She was sorry for..."

"...not believing me," Flamingo laughs out loud. "Is that the fucking best ya get, Breck?"

Breck sneers. "You're such as shit ass, Flamingo. You never wanna listen to Mama or her authority. If you have listened to Mama, then..."

"...I would be married to a cunt-bitch, whom I do not love or wanna marry. You found it. I am not that baby's fucking father, Breck. You found that in a court of law. I admit. You are going to be a great lawyer. Then, maybe, everyone will believe you. But no one believed me. No one listened to me. If everyone has listened to me, then none of this would exist here. Mama would be home. I would be home. You would be home. But no..."

Breck exhales with fury. "Mama was crying and upset after court case. She went after you, Flamingo. You zoomed out the court and get into your car, driving out. You didn't say one word to our mother."

Flamingo growls, "I hate Arie."

Breck gasps in shock. "What in the fuck did you just say, to me, asshole?"

Cinco moves ahead and slams a fist into the wall, bad breathing into the face on Flamingo. "What does that mean, Flamingo?"

Flamingo exhales. "Look! I was angry and mad at Arie for believing a cunt-bitch over my words, over me. I am her son too."

Cinco exhales. "Mama knows that too. Get inside and talk to Mama, Flamingo! She needs to hear your voice."

"His teenly male voice is no different from my or your voice, Cinco. We are triplets. We look, speak, and do not dress alike." Breck sneers.

AJ moves ahead and wears a red swollen face from worry and sad tears, stops, standing beside the nose profile on Breck, tossing both arms in the air. "You win, Flamingo. Now, everyone believes you and your words and your actions." His arms slap down into his blue jeans.

Flamingo turns and sneers at AJ. "Fuck off, AJ!"

Breck sneers. "Don't you talk to him like that!"

Flamingo lifts both palms and shakes his baseball cap. "O holy shit now! But, it was okay for the entire fucking town to think that I'm a rotten teenage father of a baby, where I didn't fuckingly fuck inside her whore vagina..."

"You're not the fictional character Thomas Sawyer, Flamingo. You're a true asshole." Breck laughs.

Flamingo sneers. "But, I can't tell a guy, who I have known for less than two weeks to fuck off from my angry face. Then, I'll tell a guy that I have known for years. Fuck off, Breck! Get the fuck off of me, Cinco!" He sidesteps from Cinco with a snarl and spins around with a sour frown to face the hallway, moving ahead with a sneer.

Each one of his blood relatives stands a few feet from the center space inside the same hallway wearing a sour frown, crossing the arms and stares at Flamingo in silence.

On the side wall, Breck dashes ahead with a grunt. Cinco reaches out and hugs Breck, stopping his older brother from beating up Flamingo. Cinco greatly desires to do that and change Flamingo's nasty teenly attitude. But it will not work. The triplets are three brothers from the same zygote. They feel the same. They look the same. They act the same way.

Breck continues to struggle within the two biceps on Cinco and shouts out loud at the back spine on Flamingo. "This is your shitty fault, Flamingo. Mama is in the hospital, because of you, Flamingo. Do not walk away from her!"

Flamingo moves ahead and turns to stare with a sour frown at each blood relative for the last damn time. "I was not present there, when she wrecked the automobile, first born shit ass."

On the side wall, Cinco continues to hold Breck, shouting out loud at the back spine on Flamingo. "Flamingo, please, come back here. Come back and talk to Mama! Mama, she needs to hear your voice. You are her son, too, Flamingo!"

Breck struggles in the two biceps on Cinco and sneers at Flamingo. "If you walk out, then you are not part of our family anymore, Flamingo. You are a full blooded McCory traitor, an ex-brother, an ex-son, an ex-grandson. Do you hear me and my words, Flamingo?"

Cinco shakes the body on Breck with a growl. "Shut the fuck up, Breck! You're the one talking nonsense here. Flamingo, come back here! Come back and talk to Mama! Mama needs to hear our voice. Please, Flamingo! Do not leave her and us!"

Breck struggles and growls at Flamingo. "Let him leave! This is his fault. I don't want Flamingo in our family unit anymore. We'll deal with this alone, without Flamingo. Mama, she will be fine and dandy in a couple of days, without her ex-son Flamingo."

Flamingo almost reaches the closed elevator doors. His eardrums can hear the sobs coming from each blood relative without mercy. Then he halts with a gasp. "I was not present there, when she wrecked the automobile." He spins around with a stunned face and moves back down the hallway, jabbing a finger at Breck, shouting out loud. "Did you hear me, Breck? I was not present there, when she wrecked the automobile. She wrecked her truck. No. Mama didn't drive her personal pickup truck to the court house, yesterday. She rode with AJ. So, Mama wrecked AJ's pickup truck. No. AJ would never let anyone drive his personal pickup truck. She wrecked a truck. Principal Marshall told me that she wrecked a truck. Breck told me that she wrecked a truck." He gasps in alarm. "Mama, she wrecked Breck's pickup truck."

Breck gasps in shock. Cinco releases Breck with a sneer. Breck tumbles ahead and slams his body into the side wall, leaning into the pink tinted paint with a worried brow and stares at Flamingo.

Flamingo moves ahead and jabs a finger with a smile at Breck. "Fuck you! Mama wrecked Breck's pickup truck. She was upset and crying. Breck said that. Mama wanted a vehicle. AJ did not hand over his car keys to Mama, because Mama was upset and crying inside the court room. But Breck handed his car keys to Mama. Mama ran ahead from the court room without supervision and entered Breck's big fucking-ass pickup truck, where her tiny body and her old eyeballs could not see over the engine hood."

Breck leans into the side wall and sobs with tears, hearing the truth, replaying the scene inside his active mind.

Flamingo stops with a laugh and jabs a finger at Breck. "Fuck you, asshole! Fuck you, Breck. Breck gave Mama his set of car keys. She was crying with tears and couldn't see the flat roadway. Then she missed the flat roadway and hit the big tree at the engine hood on the pickup truck, knocking her body unconscious and into a coma. This is all Breck's fault. Breck, he gave her his set of car keys to the most dangerous object, his pickup truck. How dare you blame me, first born asshole!"

Cinco moves ahead and reaches out a hand with a nod. "Flamingo, you're right. Breck gave his car keys to his truck to Mama. He caused this shitty mess. This is his fucking fault. I agree with you. I believe you. But, you can fix this. Please, come and talk to Mama! Mama needs to hear your voice. Mama needs to wake up from her coma. A coma victim needs to hear the words of each family member. Everyone has talked to Mama, but you, Flamingo."

Flamingo tosses both of his arms in the air and spins around with a sneer. "No! Fuck all of you! I'm leaving. You will never see me again," he drops both of his hands and slaps the fabric on his walking shorts.

Cinco dashes down the hallway with a set of tears, shouting out loud with worry and fear, waving both of his arms in the air, "Flamingo! Flamingo! Come back, Flamingo, please! Mama needs you here, Flamingo. Fuck your other family members, but our mama!" Jarvis and Iredell stop and hang hugging onto Cinco. Cinco shouts out loud with own set of sad tears at the back spine on Flamingo. "Mama, she needs you, right now, right here, Flamingo. Please come back to Mama..."

The elevator doors slide open. The carriage is empty.

Flamingo enters the carriage and reaches over, pressing the ground button with a sour frown.

"Fuck them all!"

The elevator door slides shut. The carriage shifts down quickly and quietly inside the hospital.

At 07:31 pm, on the ground floor inside the lobby setting, the set of elevator door slides open. The carriage contains only Flamingo.

Flamingo spins around with a sneer and shuffles through the crowded lobby. No one is allowed to visit Arie as she rests inside an intensive care ward which is only visited by blood relatives.

Yancy struggles through the crowd and stops with gasp. "Flamingo, what are doing down here? How is your mother doing? What has happened up there in your hospital room? Is your mom okay? Why are not up there, Flamingo? What is going on here?"

Flamingo continues to struggle through the crowd of worried and caring citizens without stopping or speaking.

Doyle fights his way through the crowd and reaches out, grabbing the arm on Flamingo. "What is wrong? Where are you going, Flamingo? Is your mom okay?"

Brett cuddles with his girl Fannies. "I don't know but I think Arie has died. Flamingo is leaving the hospital. Why would her son leave his mom here? Why is he leaving the hospital?" Fannie cries with sobs and hugs her boyfriend.

Tommy Lee blocks the entrance door from the hospital building and stares with a sour frown at Flamingo. "Flamingo, what's wrong? Why are you leaving the hospital room with your mama, son? Your mother is still up there and in here. What happened up there inside her hospital room?"

Flamingo continues to move around each annoyant that showed a red swollen face of worried tears and as his face does not show any rolling tears. The numerous citizens that crowded the ground floor lobby has come here to the hospital wishing good health to his mother Arie.

Too bad, Flamingo does not feel the same emotion.

Flamingo jerks to the side from a stationary Tommy Lee and stomps down on the metal panel that opens the entrance door, moving ahead through the open archway without speaking his mind.

Tommy Lee reaches out and grabs the naked arm on Flamingo, spinning around, following the teen into the night air with puzzlement. "Flamingo, where are you going? What has happened upstairs? Is Arie okay?"

Flamingo moves ahead with Tommy Lee. "I do not give a damn."

He sneers. "Well, boy, I do give a damn about everyone here in Lacy Springs. What is wrong with you, Flamingo?"

Flamingo stops and stares down at the hand on his naked arm. "Unless you are here to arrest me for a criminal act, please, remove your hand from my arm?"

He releases the arm on Flamingo and leans over with a sneer. "You are damn lucky that I don't have a criminal warrant on your ass, boy. Because, I would use it to keep your ass planted right here with your mother and two brothers and AJ. I don't know what has happened upstairs. But I will find out. And if you have committed a criminal act, then I will find and arrest your ass, boy."

Flamingo looks up and laughs out loud at Tommy Lee, turning to face the crowded parking lot, moving ahead toward his sports car. He still laughs out loud.

Tommy Lee exhales with annoyance and spins around, moving back into the overcrowded lobby, fighting through the crowd. He reaches the open elevator door and enters the carriage. He presses the button to the intensive care floor, where Arie rests in a coma.

The elevator door slides shut. The carriage climbs upward.

Tommy Lee is going to find out what has happened between the three triplets and then he is going to do something about it.

Cinco, Flamingo, and Breck do not have a father figure. Arie has served as both the father and the mother, since the triplets were two years old. And Arie is a highly respected citizen here in Lacy Springs. If she needs the help of Tommy Lee to settle her wild-ass middle child, then he will do that without delay.

At 07:35 pm, inside the hospital parking lot, Flamingo moves ahead with a steady pace towards his parked sports car. He is not worried about a tail chase from Cinco or Breck or Tommy Lee. Every blood relative and bad friend is not leaving the hospital center for any reason.

Flamingo enters his car and starts the slightly warm engine, looking down at the front passenger seat. He possesses three high school diplomas. He should have given the other two diplomas to his grandmother.

He exits the parking lot and drives down the familiar road toward his house.

McCory Cow Ranch

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

07:45 pm

He slams the brake pads and turns into the nicely paved yellow tinted driveway that leads toward the main house, performing a slow drive. He respects the ancient land from an ancient time. His mother inherited the land and the house from her husband and her mother-in-law Iredell. Flamingo does not disrespect his grandparents.

He parks the sports car on the driveway and then slides out, exhaling with angry. His angry will carry his mind and his soul through the rest of the evening and into tomorrow.

He struts ahead and enters the unlocked home, where he has lived for the past eighteen years. He stops and stands inside the entrance hall, scanning the room with a smile. "Lots of stuff has happened here. Now, lots more stuff will happen here without me. I am gone. Fuck them all!"

At 07:48 pm, inside the entrance hallway, Flamingo dashes up the staircase and enters his private bedroom on the second floor. He stops and stands inside the room, staring at each award with a smile and then a sneer. "That stuff on each wall is my old life teenage life. I am a man now. I am a college student within two weeks. My old teenage life is done and gone. My new life waits for no man or woman or river," he laughs. "I made that up. That's really good!"

He scoots around each furniture dresser and quickly packs a set of three cloth bags with some of his personal items. Once he starts college, Flamingo will swing and dress similar to the other college students. Right now, he is transitioning out from high schooler teenager Flamingo into a new life form of mature college student mode.

He exits his own bedroom and enters each bedroom of other his brothers with a smile, leaving a present, returning back to his room. Flamingo is worried that one of his brothers might come back home and find him here at the house.

He returns back into his bedroom and leans over, picking up the three cloth bags, jerking onto his collar bone with a smile and spins around, exiting the room.

Flamingo dashes out the house with his personal bags and enters his sports car, slowly driving back down the driveway with a sneer. He enters the country roadway and then speeds down the ride, shouting out loud, "Yeehaw! Fuck them all!"

No police car will stop his ass. Everyone is located at the hospital, crying over Arie.

Flamingo veers off the country roadway and flies into the interstate, driving south towards Birmingham.

Lacy Springs Hospital

Private hospital room, Arie McCory

07:49 pm

Inside Arie's private hospital room, Breck sits on top of a hard tan colored wooden stool and holds her still, warm but naked hand, exhaling with a set of deep emotions. He can't cry anymore. He has cried out all his wet tears and feels so sad and worried. He leans down and softly voices into her warm smooth cheekbone. "Mama, I am so sorry. I am sorry about your medical coma. This is Breck. We missed our graduation. Actually, there was not a senior graduation. All of my senior classmates are here and downstairs in the ground lobby waiting on you, Mama. Please open you eyelashes and speak to me! You are the highlight of my life, Mama. I am here with you at the hospital room. I am so sorry. I am so stubborn. Please, don't die! Please, come back to me! Please, open our eyes! Please, say something to me..."

Cinco paces side to side at the rear end of her hospital bed and stares at his mother, exhaling with deep emotions in silence and worry.

AJ sits on the opposite side of Arie on a similar hard wooden stool and holds her still, warm but naked other hand, sobbing with tears. They had started their two lives together. And, now, this has happened.

Tommy Lee has left the hospital room, after checking on Arie and communicating with AJ and Cinco about an absent and angry middle child Flamingo.

Flamingo had not caused any type of trouble inside Arie's hospital room. Breck had started the fight and then ended the battle with Flamingo leaving the hospital. Tommy Lee was greatly disappointed that Flamingo had not broken an arm or blackened an eye socket on one of his tough-ass brothers. Then he could have arrested Flamingo and made the teen stay with his mother here at the hospital.

Tommy Lee has the hallway with a sour frown and continues to monitor the crowd activity downstairs inside the lobby, where numerous citizens continue to wait for the news of Arie's medical progress.

Inside her hospital room, the glass door silently slides open. Each face turns to see the new person.

The petite and pale colored, female medical physician moves ahead with a stern face and a pair of trained medical eyeballs, stops, and stands at the foot of her hospital bed, looking down, reading the electronic medical chart on his portal laptop in silence.

Cinco stops the pacing back and forth on the side wall parallel from her hospital bed, turns to face the hospital bed, and stares down with a worried brow at Arie. "When is Mama going to open her eyes and moves her arms and walk around the room on her legs, doctor?"

The physician looks up from the laptop and examines Arie with his trained eyeballs. "A clinic coma is a serious medical emergency. When an individual enters a coma, rapid medical treatment is needed to preserve the body life and the brain function."

Cinco gasps in alarm and continues to stare at Arie. "Is something wrong with Mama's brain function, doctor?"

"No. I am required to explain the clinical condition of a coma to each family member. A coma is a medical state of deep unconsciousness for a prolonged or indefinite period of time, especially as a result of severe injury or illness. When Arie crashed into the shade tree and wrecked her truck, she received a severe slap on her bone skull from the fallen tree limb."

Breck continues to hold her hand and stares down at Arie with worry. "We know that. We were there."

The physician says. "Arie is not brain death either."

AJ gasps in alarm. "What!"

"What!" Cinco gasps in alarm.

Breck spins around with alarm and stares at the female physician. "What!"

The physician looks up and points to each hospital monitor that stands above Arie's hair roots on each screen monitor on the hospital bed head board. "Arie is alive. However, her outward signs of bodily presentation include a set of closed eyelids, a set of non-moving limbs, and no pain stimuli, except for her usual reflex movement, such like, breathing and blood circulating inside each vein. She cannot awaken from her slumber and then walk upright around the bed frame like yesterday morning. At the crash site, the first responder assessed her alertness, each vocal shout, each pain scream, and her unconsciousness state, which is called an AVPU Scale or her level of consciousness as unconscious and then declared her to be comatose. She was loaded and transported here inside an ambulance and admitted up here inside the Freehurst Wing. When Arie arrived and settled down into the hospital bed, I evaluated her past and recent medical history, ordered a set of blood tests, a set of physical tests, and a MRI scan which aids me to find out her head injury ensuring the survival of my patient and securing her breathing and circulation to maximize the amount of oxygen that reaches her brain matter. Her personal past and present medical history has never revealed a vision problem, dizziness, stupor or numbness in a limb, before her coma. She does not possess diabetes or carry a history of seizures or stroke or heart disease. She is not taking any legal medications or illegal substances. The final results of each one of her blood tests indicates that her blood count does not show any signs of carbon monoxide poisoning or the presence of legal or illegal drugs. She has normal levels of electrolytes and glucose levels with a normal functioning liver. This is all good and well. I do not administer a lumbar puncture which is known as a spinal tap on her back spine. A lumbar puncture checks for an infection or a genetic disorder. As Arie's personal physician for decades, she has received her annual medical physical two months ago. She has never inherited a genetic disease from her set of biological parents or grandparents that would cause an infection in the spinal canal and then result in her coma. I checked her personal body reflexes for pain which was good and her pair of pupil sizes is normal..."

"Wait!" Cinco moves ahead and tosses both arms into the air with puzzlement. "Wait!" he stops and stands beside the nose profile on the physician, slapping both hands down onto the rear end of the hospital bed. "My eardrums are picking up the words, normal and well and good. My mama looks healthy on the outside of her body and sounds healthy on the inside of her body. So, why is she still in a coma? It sounds like she shouldn't be in a coma. Why is that, doc?"

The physician stares down at Arie. "Yes, I am saying all of these marvelous adjectives out loud. When I squirted a small amount of cold water into one of her ear canals, each one of her eyelids performed an open reflex with movement. This is all well and good also. And I do not order a MRI or a CAT scanner medical procedure which checks for a blockage or other abnormalities inside her brain. I do not believe she has a brain damage.

"Next, I immediate ordered an electroencephalography or EEG medical procedure to measure electrical activity within her brain. Her output stream is very good with a set of very high active measurements, so her brain waves are functioning properly. Then, I finally graded her medical presentation with the Glasgow Coma Scale or GCS which assess the severity of brain damage following a head injury according to verbal responses, physical responses and the ease of eyelid lift to see me." He nods. "The scores range in numbers. To save my breath, her final score was poor which indicates a comatose state of mind and body on Arie. And you can see that she is not awake, talking, moving around the room or inside the bed."

He exhales with a deep sign. "I have told you the good news as it can be labeled from a medical point of view. Each person learns from a young age. If there exists a good thing then there exists a bad thing. I must add the bad news regarding the state of a coma.

"A coma is not sleep as the person does not awaken like Arie. The level of consciousness and the responsiveness of her mind and her body parts will depend on her inactive or active brain functions. A coma could last a few days or a week or several years. A coma patient does not react to external stimuli like pain or light or noise or sound. A coma patient does not show normal reflex responses like burps, grins, punches, or screams. A comatose patient does not have a sleep and then wake up cycle like me and you. Also, a person in a coma cannot be roused or awakened and does not move with a set of voluntary actions, such like, leg kicks or hand waves. A coma patient does not wake but their body follows a normal sleep pattern, performs a set of automatic functions, such as, breathing air in and out from each healthy lung, circulating the red blood cells around each artery but does not talk or show affection to each loved one.

"Based on the latest scientific studies, the National Institutes of Neurological Disorders and Stroke or NINDS has discovered that a coma patient will sometimes perform a soft grimace, a laugh or a cry as an involuntary reflex during their comatose stage. This is a physical sign to watch and observe on Arie, while she rests in a coma.

"Sometimes, a physician will induce a coma using a medication to protect the patient from intense pain during the healing process. But that is not the case here. Arie is not receiving any additional medications, only breathing in the cool air here inside the hospital room.

"A coma patient with deep unconsciousness is at risk of asphyxiation. If she has problems breathing the free air molecules in this room, which is not the case now, I will secure her airways with a long plastic breathing tube that passes through the nose and down into the lungs to ensure continued breathes.

"Sometimes, a physician will administer an IV of glucose or an antibiotic if the patient displays diabetic shock or carries a brain infection. That is not the case here either for Arie. If the underlying root cause of the coma is related to kidney failure, liver disease, diabetes, toxin poison, then I will act accordingly. But this is not the case. And if her brain starts to swell, then a surgery procedure will be needed to relieve the pressure, but that is not the case here either.

"A coma usually lasts for a few weeks. Then Arie will awaken with a brief smile and maybe some soreness and slight pain in her joints from the car accident. However, if the medical condition of the patient changes over an extended period of time, the patient will be reclassified as a persistent vegetative state."

Breck swallows back the tears of worry and dread, if Arie does not awaken from her coma.

Cinco gasps in shock and then displays wet moisture inside each eyeball, wiping off each eyelid with worry and horror for his mother Arie.

AJ swiftly turns and sobs with his own set of rolling tears at the side wall of paint and glass while shattering his hopes and dreams with Arie.

The physician continues to stand at the rear end of the hospital bed and dart eyeballs at each monitor and then down to see Arie, wearing a stern face, speaking with a firm tone, "If a persistent vegetation state lasts for months, then the patient will not wake up," she exhales with worry and concern also."

A set of soft sobs fills the quiet room.

She exhales and continues to stare down at Arie. "If her coma-state has resulted from a severe injury to her brain or a subarachnoid hemorrhage occurs, then these medical symptoms will appear suddenly. And I will return immediately and treat the medical condition. If the root cause of her coma can be treated, then Arie might awaken with no permanent damage. When a patient emerges from a coma, the mind is confused at first but usually remembers what had happened before the coma. And the patient is able to resume their normal life pattern. Sometimes, a set of rehabilitation therapy procedures are required. If there is brain damage inside Arie, she might experience long-term impairment. When she awakens, Arie will need to relearn basic skills, such like, eating or talking or walking. Here at the hospital, our physical and occupational therapy departments work with a patient, so each individual can enjoy a good or better quality of life. And finally, if Arie does not wake up..."

She turns to see Cinco, AJ, and Breck and exhales with worry for Arie and her three sons. However, the third son is missing at the moment. She softly voices. "A comatose patient heals their body at their own pace."

AJ wipes the sad tears of worry and looks up with a smile to see the physician. "You sound like Almighty God, who likes to take His time, too."

She turns and smiles at AJ. "Thanks for the kind compliment, AJ. I wished that I was Almighty God, sometimes. Then I could heal all of my sick patients."

Breck continues to stare and feels each hot, rolling tear of love, staring down at Arie. "Is Mama going to die?"

She smiles. "No, Breck! Arie is very healthy."

Cinco continues to stare and sobs with worry at Arie. "Why did her body go into a coma? She only had a car accident. That big truck was made to take the brunt of the force and it did. Why is our mama injured? Why is she not bleeding? Is she bleeding inside her guts? Do you need to operate on my mama?"

At the end of the hospital bed frame, the physician stares at Arie. "All of her medical tests are negative. She has lots of brain activity. You can see her brain pattern waves on the computer monitor behind her head. Her two pupils dilate from bright light. She breathes on her own without a set of tubes. She does not have a head trauma either."

AJ turns and stares at Arie. "Then Arie is technically not in a coma."

The physician exhales. "Technically, however, she does not maintain volunteer reflex of her eyelids. Thus, Arie is in a coma."

"So, her soul is trapped inside a body that isn't working." Breck frowns.

Cinco stares with worry at his mother. "What causes her to stay and sleep in a coma? Can you operate with a surgery procedure or reverse her medical condition from this coma-like condition, doctor?"

She continues to stare at Arie. "A coma is caused by many factors, such like, diabetes or lack of oxygen into the brain or a severe infection or a drug overdose or a traumatic brain injury. Arie had been involved in a traffic collision with a tree, where a broken tree limb had fallen down and then hit her head. Thus, she had entered into a coma. Right now, for Arie, the benefit of constant sensory stimulation, such like, holding her hand and speaking into her earlobe might aid her subconscious to reemerge back into the world.

"Mama, she hears me and feels my touch. She will awaken soonest," Breck continues to stroke her hand and stares with worry at his mother.

Cinco wipes off the tears of worry. "Does she really hear my speaking words? Do I need to yell louder? Does she really continue to think and dream about her three sons and her farm and her home?"

She shrugs a shoulder and continues to stare at each hospital monitor, "There are numerous documented scientific articles that a comatose patient hears, feel, and understands a set of vocal instructions during their coma-like sleep state. But it is still an unproven medical theory. Now, each one of you can stay the night here inside the hospital room for as long as needed. But I would strongly recommend that one or two of you go back home and try to sleep inside a real bed mattress. Your back spine is going to start aching from the hard stool and the rough loveseat cushions. I will return tomorrow morning and check on Arie's progress." The physician back steps from the bed and spins around, exiting the hospital room.

Inside the hospital room, Cinco stares with worry at Arie. "I believe her assigned medical physician. She says that all of her medical tests are negative. That means, to me, all the physicians and the nurses cannot find any medical problem with her healthy body. The only conclusion to draw is that our mama has broken heart."

Breck frowns at her face, "Naw!"

He nods. "Yes. Mama has a broken heart, Breck. Mama needs to hear his voice, the voice of Flamingo. Flamingo has not forgiven her. I mean, Mama was wrong..."

Breck growls with a sour frown. "Shut it, Cinco! You're making stuff up about Mama. She will come awake tomorrow. She only rests inside her hospital bed from the violent impact of the tree into the truck. Mama tore my truck into small pieces of metal and ribbons of engine parts. No other person would survive that accident. Mama hit the front of my truck on that tree trunk really good. Once she finishes her restful sleep, Mama will wake up feeling much better and talking to us, tomorrow morning. Then, we all leave the hospital and go back home as a happy family again."

Cinco sneers. "And then, you tell our mama that our brother Flamingo is not coming back home forever. She will have a heart attack then and come back into the hospital with a real broken heart. You need to go and track down Flamingo, Breck. You need to apology to Flamingo. Flamingo is right. You caused the fucking car accident. You gave Mama your set of truck keys, when she could see with tears of worry and drive. She was crying and upset about the way Flamingo had acted inside the court room. I can understand the way Flamingo had acted. I would be pissed off too, if no one believed that I was telling the truth. And Flamingo was telling the truth. Breck..."

"Mama," he sneers and stares at her face. "She will understand completely. Flamingo is an asshole and acts like an asshole to her. Flamingo, he can go and do whatever he wants to do now. I don't really give a damn."

Cinco sneers. "Our mama will give a damn. Maybe, this is best for our mama."

He drops the hand and slides off the hard stool, spinning around with a gasp and then a growl at Cinco, "What! What in the fuck are you saying, Cinco?"

Cinco jabs a finger at his mother and then at Breck. "Mama will be happier in a coma without knowing that Flamingo is never coming back home, because of you, Breck."

Breck charges with a sneer and collides into the upright shorter body frame on AJ. AJ grunts from the teenly hard impact and spins Breck around to face Arie again, sneering into the cheekbone on Breck. "Stop this! No more fighting! This is enough! Arie can hear every word that both of you are yelling out loud here inside her hospital room. Stop this! Stop fighting! Or I'll bring Tommy Lee and his two deputies back up here and stand guard between each one of you. Look! We need to pray and then we need to eat. Then we need to pray again. You heard the medical physician. Arie must heal her own body at her own pace. This event may happen tonight. Or this event might happen in a couple of days." He shoves Breck from his short body with a growl. "Breck, it's your turn to go and get the supper meal. Go and get one of your relatives to bring up a tray of hot food! I don't care what the meal is. I'm hunger and I'm tired of your feline cat fighting. Get going now!"

Breck back steps with a hiss from AJ and stare at his mother with a sour frown in silence, slamming into the closed glass door. He reaches back and opens the door while still staring at Arie. He back steps into the hallway and as the glass door closes shut in silence. He continues to stare at Arie through the glass window with worry and then spins around with a sour frown, moving down the hallway, wiping off the tears. He slides on a brave face for each nosy and annoying blood related relative, who asks too many questions without an answer.

AJ stares at Arie. "Cinco, go and get each one of your relatives to come back inside the hospital room and softly talk with Arie. We will rotate each family member with their voice for two hours. Maybe, one of them can reach her mind and awaken Arie."

Cinco stares at his mother with worry. Every family member including Moe has sit on top of that hard short wooden tan colored stool, held her hand and then softly talked to Arie.

Arie has not awakened. She is waiting her third missing son to whisper the words: I love you.

Cinco sneers at the rear skull on short AJ and spins around, exiting the hospital room, stomping down the hallway.

His family members are huddled in the middle of the hallway and stare at the closed elevator door, where Flamingo has departed. Each one talks nasty about Flamingo.

Cinco stops and stands, reaching out, touching the collar bone on Iredell with a deep sigh and a worried brow. "Grandmother, we are going to try to talk and awoken Mama again. Could you please talk to Mama first?"

"Of course, Cinco, I am happy to follow you and see Arie." Iredell back steps from the huddle with a sneer at the other people and then spins around, cuddling her grandson with a smile, slowly moving back down the hallway. "Dear, Arie is both strong and strong-minded. She is healthy and fine. She will awaken when she wants too."

He nods with a stern face. "Flamingo, he...he can awaken her. Mama, she is listening for his voice. I know it. I feel it."

She nods with a smile. "I do believe that to be so also."

He stops and gasps in shock. "Then...then go and tell Breck, Grandmother! Breck, he's mad at Flamingo. And he...he has run Flamingo off from the hospital ward without speaking to our mama."

She tugs on his arm and pulls Cinco back toward the hallway with a smile. "That's brotherly nonsense, Cinco. Flamingo is a strong and strong-minded teen. He does things his way, since birth. I found it funny. The middle child is usually the most mellow and docile among the three siblings, except for Flamingo."

Cinco and Iredell enter through the wide open archway of the hospital room and stop a few feet from the hospital bed while staring at Arie.

AJ exits the hospital room and holds back his tears of worry for Arie. He has not known Arie long, but through her husband Breck, Junior.

Breck, Junior had toted around colorful photographs and had talked about his wife and his three newborn babies all the time during each battle mission. AJ always had thought Almighty God was a cruel entity by taking a husband and a father from the planet, while leaving a bachelor of mischief instead.

AJ had joined the US military after receiving a doctoral degree in the study of world politics which was a useless college degree that he had gotten to piss off his wealthy and demanding set of biological parents. Once he had joined the US military, his parents had become very worried about the life of their only child, offering money and financial incentives for his return back home to rural part of small town Athens, Alabama.

AJ had acted like Flamingo and told his parents to fuck off. AJ had enjoyed his independence from his parents and the freedom of travel while meeting a remarkable individual, Breck Freehurst Balegreen, Junior. They had become instant friends and military buddies.

After surviving the fatal battle mission on foreign soil, AJ had survived by the miracle of Almighty God's hand or humor as each one of his other military friends had not. AJ had searched with emotions of angry, fury, and revenge for both the spy and the traitor, finally finding the handsome man inside a small cow town, Lacy Springs.

AJ had not been the only admirer of Breck, Junior and his family unit.

AJ had tattled his new plan to the local US military base commander and then involved another devoted team member, Iredell Balegreen. The grand plan had been hatched and the outcome had been coming to a draw.

During the way, AJ had crossed pathways with Mrs. Arie Balegreen and enjoyed her company without revealing his past history with her husband. Once the terrible deed had been done, AJ had voluntarily explained to Arie first, what had happened and what had to happen, ending the tragic demon tale.

Arie had taken great comfort in the tender words and the tender touches from AJ while she had felt closer, too, Breck, Junior, also. AJ had shared numerous stories of their fun, dangerous, and crazy adventures in the US military, feeling part of Arie's past life and hopefully her future life.

They had connected through the stars or the heavens or the miracle of life and death.

Inside the hospital, exiting through the glass hospital door, inside the quiet hallway, AJ could barely stare at lovely Arie, without her smile and her happy life, due to the terrible car accident.

AJ had felt responsible for not stopping the body motion and stubborn thinking on Arie. Breck had given Arie his set of car keys to his personal pickup truck. Honestly, AJ had thought Arie would load into the truck seat and sit there inside, crying with sadness and tears. He had not realized that she had started and moved the truck forward, until she had crashed the nose grill into a two hundred years old, extremely tall and large oak shade tree.

The tall oak shade tree had immediately broken in half and then collapsed down on top of the metal rooftop on the pickup truck. Part of the metal rooftop had busted and then landed down on top of her hair roots knocking Arie into unconscious inside the damaged cab.

Now, Arie has been in a coma and unresponsive, since Thursday at high noon. And Flamingo has been gone, since the same time period, also.

AJ moves ahead and stops, hiding inside the far wall corner of pink paint, sobbing with tears of worry, angry, and depression. He had moved mountains before with his words and his fists. But this matter is more than his mental mind and his physical body can handle. He silently prays for Almighty God, Brother Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and his heavenly angels to help Arie regain her happy spirit and lovely earth soul.

Inside Arie's hospital room, Iredell releases the arm on Flamingo and moves ahead, sitting down on top of the short stool, reaching out with a smile and touches the hand on Arie. "Arie, I know you can hear my old wise words. Flamingo is safe and fine. He will come back to you. You only need to continue to rest and have patience. Both of you have been through a lot of heartache. But, now, the heartache is gone and the healing process must begin. Arie, I love you like a daughter. I wished that Breck, Junior was here with us. But he is not. But you are still here with me, Arie. And don't worry about Jeranda, her baby, and her mother, Arie. I have given them a nice house on my land property for free of charge and I have found her mother a nice quiet office job at the local Feed Store, which I own the business anyways. Her mother will make a good salary and provide a nice home for her daughter and her grandson with the aid of my financial assistance like Brother Jesus wants each one of us to do. I know you would do that too for Jeranda and the baby, Arie, but you have been through so much. And Jeranda would not accept help from you. And I have employed that nasty smartass lawyer Lithia to find the true father of that baby, so he can help with social, mental, and financial responsibilities. So, you enjoy your sleeping rest! When your three sons are come back home, there will be plenty of happy celebration in your future," she leans down and kisses the forehead on Arie, pulling back with a smile.

Cinco back steps with a sad face and stands outside in an empty, cold hallway, sobbing with his own tears of worry, silently praying for Arie to regain her motherly personality. He misses her smile, her hug, and her tender kiss on his cheekbone staring at his mother inside the hospital bed.

On the ground floor, Breck exits from a side elevator that leads further into the interior of the hospital. He cannot face any of his childhood friends or the other citizens of Lacy Springs that continue to stand, sit, and huddle inside the lobby. He stumbles ahead and slides down at an empty dining room table, sobbing with his tears. He feels angry, hate, and fury at his brother Flamingo. But he also feels sadness and depression at his own person.

Breck had been the cause of the car accident, giving Arie his vehicle keys. He had stood inside the court room with fury at his brother Flamingo and had never thought his mother would actually start and then steer his truck but sit inside the front passenger seat while waiting for her first born son like always.

09:01 pm

Hot temperatures and moonlight with bright stars

Interstate 65 roadway location

Exit ramp setting

City of Birmingham within the US State of Alabama

(90 miles, south, from Lacy Springs)

Flamingo slams the brake pads on his sports car with a chuckle and dials the volume down on the rock and rock musical song, veering down a circular ramp, slowly driving over the main roadway in Birmingham. "Without gassing my car, I made to the city of Birmingham in record time under ninety minutes again. Man, I'm great!"

He is not familiar with the individual city streets during the daylight and does not want to chance a car accident during the darkness of night.

He slowly drives ahead and narrows his eyelids, searching for his hotel building and turns into the parking deck. He parks the sports car inside the underground garage section at the hotel and kills the engine.

He slams the steering wheel with a smile "Well, I think my shit ass relatives completely understand me now. Fuck them all!" He slides out the car seat and grabs the three personal bags, locking the car for security and safety. He lives in one of the top ten dangerous towns in the USA, Birmingham, Alabama. He moves ahead and watches the dark corners and the street pavement, entering the elevator carriage and presses the button.

The door closes shut.

The elevator carriage lifts up and stops at the fourteenth floor.

Birmingham Inn

Hot temperatures with bright moonlight and stars

14th floor level

1414 hotel room

09:18 pm

Flamingo exits the elevator carriage and moves down the familiar hallway minus the employees and all the noisy guests. The hallway is quiet and empty. He stops and enters into his rented hotel room, seeing the same room and the same messy bed covers, dropping down the three bags onto the floor, slapping his chest with a smile. "This is the life. I was a farm boy. Now, I am a city boy. I do believe that I will enjoy living in the city during college. And I might start my medical practice here, not there in Lacy Springs."

He moves ahead and sits down on the arm chair of the furniture piece, staring out the glass window, eating the fast food bag of greasy food. The nighttime is different from the daytime hours here in Birmingham. Each tall skyscraper glows with yellow tinted power from each window underneath a dark blue night sky that is filled with stars. Down on the streets, rows of vehicles flow over the dark pavement, going someplace else. This is Friday night in metro city Birmingham. He finishes the food and burps out loud, tossing the used paper boxes down into the tiny trash can.

He stands upright from the arm of the chair and nods with a smile. "I like it here. I like the change. I am a new man. I am eighteen years old. I feel good here." He spins around and dashes ahead, jumping onto the bed mattress with a smile. "Yeah, I am a new man. What is new the man going to do now? The night is dark. The hour is young. The man is free." He lies on top of the bed, exhaling with freedom. "What am I going to do now?" He laughs. "I know. I should explore the city of Birmingham. Yeah. I mean, yes. I am a new adult here, not a teenager. I should explore the new city of Birmingham. I am new resident. I might be a permanent resident as I am no longer moving back to my home town, I mean, the small town of Lacy Springs." He reaches over and grabs, dragging the slick, glossy triangular display which shows all the attractions in the city of Birmingham. He leans against the bed frame with a smile. "Let us see here! I see a tiny array of colorful animals including a giraffe and an elephant. This is the Birmingham Zoo. No. I do not believe in caging a wild animal for any reason like viewing the poor mammal for fun. A wild animal belongs in the wild wilderness or wild jungle. I will not visit the zoo. My mother..."

He exhales with annoyance, "Geez! I gotta quit referencing my old life. Well, I have learned to love and respect animals in the wild, not cage them. I see a tin array of colorful flowers. The Exotic Gardens is another attraction place in Birmingham. Thousands of plant and flowers live within the Exotic Gardens. No. I lived on a cow and horse farm. I know more about plants, flowers, bushes, trees, and grass than the average city slicker. There are numerous golf courses. I have ever played the sporting game of golf. I do not own a set of golf courses. That may be an option for tomorrow. The time is three o'clock. The day has passed quickly since my court date," he laughs. "That sounds funny. A court date like a female date but with a judge and jury, that has ended well for me. I don't wonder about you, Jeranda. I don't give a shit, either, Jeranda."

He continues to flip through the triangular advertisement and smiles. "Wow! There is a car museum here. The Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum owns thousands of cars and motorcycles. Yeah, that is a place to visit. However, the museum is closed now. It closed at five o'clock."

He continues to scan the advertisement paper triangle. "Come and visit Vulcan! Vulcan is a huge iron statue of a burly, bearded, half-naked man on top of a tall silver tinted tower that overlooks the city of Birmingham. Vulcan is the Roman god of fire and forge. The statue of Vulcan symbolizes the iron ore production and watches over the city. That's cool! But the park is closed now. I might see a huge iron statue of Roman god Vulcan tomorrow morning," laughing.

He continues to scan the paper triangle with advertisement pictures. "Sloss Furnaces is an art museum and a haunted house. That sounds like fun. I am up for fun and seeing a ghost, maybe he or she can tell me my future," laughing.

He smiles. "It is a closed down pig iron-producing blast furnace that started in the year 1881 and closed in the year 1971. The art center has a set of metal artists that work on site and create a metal art work. That's cool! Why is it haunted with ghost?"

He reaches down and touches the pocket on his wrinkled and dirty cargo pants with a deep sigh. "Yeah, that was a smart move, tossing away your mobile telephone, Flamingo." He looks up with a smile. "I have a desktop computer inside my hotel room. For five hundred dollars per night, I should have a personal hand maiden too," laughing.

He slides off the bed mattress and moves ahead, sitting down at the office desk, typing on the keyboard. "The keyboard is locked. No. I have a pass-code. It is on my paid hotel invoice." He whips out the sheet of paper and examines the information, "Yeah! The secret pass-code to the computer is here."

He types in the password: 12345.

He laughs out loud with a nod. "That is not very secure, ya'll!" Flamingo types on the computer keyboard and accesses the internet waves viewing the website, reading out loud. "There have been over one hundred recorded reports of unexplainable strange activity there at Sloss Furnace factories. Sloss Furnace is a historic landmark in Birmingham. The furnace opened in the year 1881 producing raw coal into steel plates. The skyscrapers in New York City and the automobiles in Detroit were filled with the steel plates coming from the Sloss Furnace factory. That's cool! However, during the nightshift production of a skeleton crew, accidents started occurring from lack of sleep and carelessness. Most of the work crew was composed to poor workers, who lived in poverty here in Birmingham and needed a job. So the nightshift foreman literally drove some of the workers literally to their death. That's so cruel! The Sloss Furnace factory is haunted by all of those dead souls. That's so real! Yeah, I can visit the haunted factory tonight. The hour is close to nine pm. However, I don't really know the location of the Sloss Furnace place. I should stay inside the hotel room tonight. The night is dark and the time is late," he slides off the chair and spins around, jumping back onto the book, lifting up the book with a sour frown. I didn't feel like reading about the Quartet now either."

He drops the book and picks up the advertisement triangle again, viewing a set of new glossy pictures with a smile. "Birmingham has a baseball park. Hey! The city has a professional baseball team. Does the professional baseball team play tonight with another professional baseball team?"

He slides off the bed mattress again and spins around, moving back to the computer, typing on the keyboard. He reads the screen with a smile. "Yeah, there's a baseball game going on right now. Yeehaw! I wanna see the baseball game, mama." He stands upright and pats each pocket on his cargo pants, feeling each item with a nod. "I got my wallet, my car keys, and my hotel key. Nothing worth stealing is left behind but my wet swimming trunks. The thieves can have them. I'll purchase a new pair tomorrow," he spins around and stares out the glass window. "Let's see! I am facing south inside my hotel room. Based on the map on the paper triangle, the baseball field is facing in the northern direction."

He leans down and types on the keyboard, viewing the computer screen. "The baseball field is a few city blocks in the northern direction from my hotel building. I can walk in the northern direction to the game field. I don't know where to park my car anyways. Parking inside the game stadium is very expensive also. The football game has already started in play. I can get into the game field for free, but parking my car is not for free. Well, I might be rich. But, I have learned to save all of my pennies and nickels for that bad thunderstorm, Mama. So, I didn't need my car keys. Where do I hide them from a thief? I don't want my car stolen that would terrible." He shuffles around the room and stores the car keys behind the bed frame in the dark corner legs. No one would think to look for his set of personal items such like his car keys there.

He spins around with a laugh and shuffles each personal item inside and around each pocket in his pair of dirty cargo pants, exiting the hotel room, taking the elevator down into the lobby.

Hot temperatures with bright stars

University Street level

09:32 pm

Flamingo exits the lobby entrance into the dark of the night that has been lighted with row of tall poles of bright flood lights. Each flood light actually blinds the eyeballs from the bright stars but not the dull moonlight. He turns to face an easterly direction and moves down a nicely paved vanilla colored walkway, strolling ahead behind group of people. He turns and scans each squat or tall building. Some of the buildings are individual businesses of retails shops and restaurants. The other buildings have been marked with the words: Burn U. Each one of these buildings belongs to the university system.

A group of people turn to face a northerly direction and slowly stroll down another nicely paved vanilla colored walkway. This city street houses numerous tall and squat-shaped old and new buildings in either tan or red brick that display additional retail shops, restaurants, and campus school buildings.

Flamingo is clueless to his present geographical location but has memorized each large landmark for getting safely back to his hotel building. He continues to follow the group of people, mostly students and males, who are heading toward the game field also.

In the distance, the game stadium stands grand, tall, and well-lighted among the night clouds and echoes each word from the next baseball play.

A crowd of people slow and then pace through the open entrance archways, scattering around the interior hallway inside the game stadium.

Flamingo is correct. He does not pay for an entrance fee into the active baseball game, but his stomach growls for a plate of food. Like the other individuals, he stops and stands in line at one of the food vendors on the wall. He purchases a bottle of cold beer without any personal identification and a bag of salty pretzels, moseying around the rows of seats. The interior rows are empty without spectators.

He is not surprised. The Birmingham professional baseball team is a minor league sporting team, which is not really popular among the football fans here in Alabama. So, Flamingo has a choice pick on any empty seat, selecting the side view within the middle row, sitting down. He slowly the cold bottle of beer and enjoys the on-going professional baseball game.

11:11 pm

Night sky with bright stars and heated temperatures

Game stadium

Seated rows setting

The baseball game has almost finished. Flamingo yawns with too much activity for one day and slowly stands upright from the seat, turning to exit the row, slowly moving ahead toward the exit gate. The other individuals have left the stadium or decide to stay until the end of the playing game.

Flamingo exits the stadium and moves ahead, strolling down the vanilla colored walkway, heading due south. He had remembered turning from an eastern street onto a northern street before reaching the game stadium. He slowly strolls down the vanilla colored walkway alone and under the protection of the row of bright flood lights, staring at each building of tan or red brick, reaching a new intersection of two city streets.

He had remembered turning from an eastern street onto a northern street at the intersection before reaching the game stadium. He crosses the street and turns to face a westerly direction, slowly strolling down a vanilla colored walkway alone and under the protection of the row of lighted poles. The hotel building is located in the direction of southeast. So, as he strolls more in a southeastern direction, then he will collide into the building.

He continues to stroll ahead over a vanilla colored walkway as the row of lighted poles become a little darker. Every other light pole is powered down without any bright, safe illumination. He reaches a new cross intersection and stops, scanning the city street, seeing the tall yellow tinted building of the hotel.

He is moving in the right direction and approaches the hotel from the rear end, not the entrance door archway. He turns to face a southern direction and strolls down a vanilla colored walkway, moving through a new part of the town. His eyeballs do not recognize any of the standard buildings. Each dark red building is built the same which indicates an apartment complex.

He quickens his pace with a worried heart and moves ahead toward the city street with more lighted illumination and a worried brow.

From the dark shadow on the next building, a pair of individuals steps out and then blocks Flamingo. Each individual wears a black tinted hoodie over a face and holds a pocket knife in a cupped palm.

Flamingo stops with a gasp and lifts both palms near his frown. "Look! You are the two bank robbers. And I am the bank. I got a wallet with money and a credit card. You can have the wallet and the contents..."

One of the individual motions with a free hand and as his voice echoes throughout the night. "Toss me the wallet!"

Flamingo reaches down with one hand and keeps the free palm near his frown, pulling out the wallet, tossing the item through the air. The wallet lands a few inches down on the concrete in front of the right shoe on the first hooded thief.

"Get outta of here!" the second individual with the hoodie waves the knife at Flamingo.

"Yes sir!" Flamingo quickly scoots around the two individuals with both of his raised arms near his frown, without yelling out loud like a wussie baby and then races ahead toward the well-lighted street, without stopping and reaches the side parking lot inside his hotel building. He stops and leans over, sour breathing from the excursion of the swift run and the fear of a quick death. He exhales and then inhales a few more breath while calming down his heart rate, wiping the sweat from the brow, slowly strolling ahead, patting his chest with a sour frown.

Birmingham Inn

Hotel lobby setting

11:22 pm

Flamingo marches to the front desk and stops, still exhaling with a fear and a racing heartbeat. He had been tracked and then threatened by a pair of hoodlums. He frowns. "Well, I have been mugged. What is the police procedure here at the hotel building? Do I need to call the police officer from my hotel room, sir?"

A short and plump older male stands behind the registration desk and gasps in shock. "Sir, are you okay? Are you bleeding? Did the robbers harm your body, sir?"

"No. They stole my wallet. Well, I gave them my personal wallet in exchange for my personal life," he laughs and then frowns. "But my personal wallet does contain my personal bank card. I really don't want the two robbers to use my bank card and stole my money..."

"I completely understand, sir," the registration clerk lifts up the receiver on the telephone and presses a set of buttons. "Stay right there, sir! I am calling our security force team. They know how to handle this."

"Thanks!" Flamingo looks down and double-checks his body parts for injury while feeling weird. He had faced down the cold barrel on a loaded shotgun from Lacey Newton a few weeks ago and had felt the same weird feeling, violation. He shivers with annoyance, frustration, and fear from the non-violence encounter.

A pair of running feet echoes throughout the quiet lobby room.

Flamingo looks up and turns to see a pair of older security officers coming from a side door.

Each security officer stops and stand beside Flamingo. One officer is short and older. The other one is tall and very young. The older security officer with gray hair and a pair of chubby cheekbones points at the registration clerk.

The registration clerk points with a worried brow at Flamingo. "This gentleman has been mugged. Please implement your security protocols immediately."

The younger second security officer whips out his personal mobile telephone and types on the tiny keyboard, reading out loud the tiny screen with a set of questions. "Sir, are you a guest at this hotel?"

Flamingo nods to the second officer. "Yes, I am staying in room 1414, since Thursday afternoon. My name is Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth."

The first security older with gray hair officer nods to the registration clerk. "Please check his status in your computer, registration!"

The registration clerk looks down and types on the keyboard viewing the computer monitor. "Yes, Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth is the person staying in room 1414. He has paid his hotel bill in full also."

The first security officer with gray hair nods to Flamingo, "Excellent, sir! Could you come this way and answer the rest of our hotel police security questions?"

"Shore!" Flamingo nods with a stern face.

The two officers spin around and lead back toward the side door on the side wall, entering a short hallway in white paint. The officers stop and turn to face a closed door.

One officer opens the door for Flamingo.

Flamingo enters inside and moves ahead into a tiny enclosed room without a window, gasping in shock, stopping next to a small table with four chairs.

The second security taller and younger officer with black hair enters next and laughs, moving ahead, sliding down at the small table into one of the four metal chairs. "Yeah, the place looks scary. But the hotel management only allows us to share one tiny room with four metal chairs but we got free meals. The other rooms and large space is for each paying guest, like you. Have a seat, sir!"

Flamingo slides down into the metal chair with a laugh. "I would start a security officer union for more space."

The first security officer slides down into an empty metal chair with a stern face, whipping out his mobile telephone, swishing the icon for the vocal recording. Now days, everything is achieved by a mobile telephone recording, until it is a cold-blooded murder. "Tell us what happened, to you, sir!"

Flamingo nods. "I left the hotel on foot and walked with a group of people down the walkway in front of the hotel and followed them to the game stadium."

"The Birmingham Bats lost the baseball game tonight." The second officer frowns.

Flamingo nods. "I left the game before the end and exited onto the street. I thought was in the same place where I had entered..."

"That's the flaw of any sports stadium building." The first security officer frowns at Flamingo. "You enter from one city street corner and then exit through another city street corner. I see that you wear a Burn U shirt. Are you a new or transfer college student?"

Flamingo smiles, "I will start my first set of college courses in the month of June, on the first. I am here visiting Birmingham and getting familiar with the area."

The first security officer with gray hair frowns. "Do you possess your driver's license? O! The item was inside your personal wallet. You said that your wallet was taken by the muggers."

Flamingo smiles, "I have my driver's license, sir." He stands upright from the chair and digs down into one of the numerous deep pockets in his pair of dirty cargo pants, retrieving the time, sliding to the officer and then sits back down with a grin.

The first security officer with gray hair gasps in shock and taps on the item. "How did you retrieve this item from the muggers? Why do you have this? Why isn't your driver's license inside your stolen wallet, sir?"

Flamingo nods with a smile. "I was a Nature Scout from the age of five years old, until my pre-teens years. One time at a Nature Scout adventure, I had stored something inside my wallet at the age of ten years old, a picture of my mama. Well, I lost my wallet there inside the woodlands, somewhere. So, I had learned back then to separate each one of my values from each other in case of lost or thief. I have never been robbed before sir, until tonight. Before the baseball game, I had separated each one of my valuables and placed one inside a different pants pocket. So, my driver's license was safe, unless the mugger had beaten me silly with his two fists and then taken my driver's license."

The second tall and younger security officer nods with a smile to Flamingo. "That's a smart move there, man."

Flamingo nods. "Thank you! I started walking down the wrong street and ended up near a large apartment complex of dark red brick buildings. I could see the rear of the hotel. I stared down that city street. The street lights were dim or not illuminated very well. Then, out from the dark shadow, pair of young teens, not older males, blocked my footpath and as each one held a pocket knife."

The first security officer with gray hair nods. "Why didn't you fight the two teens? You look like a healthy boy. Then you won't have lost your wallet and money."

Flamingo nods. "I am a smarter boy, sir. My life is priceless. My wallet can be replaced for a few dollars."

The second tall and younger security officer nods with a smile. "That's a smart answer and a smart move, again, man."

Flamingo exhales. "Thank you! Each mugger was a shorter than I and wore a black hoodie sweat shirt, a pair of black tinted blue jeans, and covered a face with the same black hoodie. I really could not see their eyeballs or their face. Each one held a switch blade which gleamed underneath the moonlight, thou. I told them that I possessed a wallet with money and a credit card and they could have it. The leader, I guess, told me to pitch my wallet to him. So, I did. And then I ran away screaming like a girl," laughing.

The first security officer with gray hair frowns. "Sir, you do not seem to be hurt or harmed or frightened from this terrible event?"

Flamingo nods with a stern face. "I was frightened. I have never been mugged before. I am laughing, because my wallet contained a single one-dollar-bill. Like I mentioned before, I had separated all of my cash money which hides down inside each deep pocket on my cargo pants. A wallet is a usual item of thieve for a thief. The two muggers are going to be greatly unhappy," laughing.

The first security officer with the gray hair frowns. "What else was inside your wallet, sir?"

Flamingo laughs. "My wallet contains my personal bank card," laughing.

The first security officer with gray hair sneers. "I do not understand your teenly behavior here, sir. What is so funny?"

Flamingo wipes the gathered tears of humor and nods with a smile. "Well, my personal bank card is colored in pink hue..."

"What!" The second security officer looks up from the screen of his mobile telephone to see Flamingo.

Flamingo nods with a grin. "When I was allowed to receive a bank card with the permission of my mama for the cash machine, I could select any type of picture on my new bank card. There were the usual glossy photographs of a forest setting or a scared deer or a solid green color or the USA flag or something else. Well, I noticed that the girls had a greater choice of colors and photographs. I have two brothers. One brother chose the scared deer. The other brother chose the USA flag. I selected the color of pink hue with a row of white tiny flower for my personal bank card. The banker was not pleased. And my mother was laughing. My mother has a great..." he clears a throat and then smiles. "Anyways, I had selected the color of pink hue, in case my bank card had ever been stolen like now. I had figured it out this way.

"If a male steals my bank card, he would never use it as the vendor would probably laugh his ass off first. Then the merchant would call the police, because no male would be caught dead or alive carrying around a girly pink tinted bank card. If a girl steals my personal bank card in pink hue, she would have to present a piece of identification with my long male name or forge my long male name with the Roman numeric number. Then the merchant would become suspicious and hold the bank card and the female thief, while calling the police. The chance of my personal bank card become stolen is average. But the chance of my personal bank card becoming used is less than one fourth of a percentage point. So, I'm laughing, because the two stupid dudes that took my wallet will probably not try to use a girly pink bank card for any reason," laughing.

"That is a very slick ploy, man!" the second younger security officer smiles.

"Thank you!" Flamingo nods.

"I might try to live with a pink tinted bank card myself. Did any of your friends give you a hard time about a pink colored bank card?"

"All the damn time, man!" Flamingo lifts up and fist bumps with the younger security officer laughing out loud.

"What else was inside our wallet, sir?" The first security officer with gray hair frowns at the two younger males."

Flamingo turns and smiles at the older security officer. "Only two items were inside my wallet, a one-dollar-bill and my girly pink bank card. My other personal items, such like, my personal car keys are hidden inside my rented hotel room along with the rest of my cash. And I was not injured and I didn't start a fight with the two wussie lads."

The second younger security officer frowns. "I would not suggest starting any fights here within metro city Birmingham, sir. I see that you come from the countryside of Lacy Springs and possess your open country ways. Here, in the city of Birmingham, things are completely different. You should always run away from danger and call the police to handle the matter, sir."

Flamingo nods with a stern face. "Yes sir! I will do that."

The first security officer with gray hair nods. "I have finished my questions and my investigation, sir. You are free to leave. Do you need anything from us?"

Flamingo nods. "Well, I have never been mugged before. Do I need to call my bank institution about my personal bank card, before they withdraw any of my personal funds?"

The second tall and younger security officer looks down with a smile and types on the keyboard on his mobile telephone. "Yes, I am writing out a hotel police security electronic report on my cell phone. When I have finished, I will send you a text message with a police security case number that will use to contact your bank institution and report the robbery. The bank institution will call me and verify the police case number. Then I will send an electronic report to the bank institution. That way, the bank institution knows that you are not lying but telling the truth about the stolen bank card. The bank institution issues a bank card immediately within a few days. However, the cash money is not insured by anyone."

Flamingo nods, "I understand. However, I do not possess a cell phone..."

"What!" the younger security officer looks up and gasps at Flamingo. "How is that possible? Everyone possess a cell phone, but my elderly supervisor," laughing.

Flamingo exhales with a nod. "That's a very, very long story, man!"

The younger security officer nods with a smile and reaches over to a side table on the wall with a chuckle, wiggling the pencil and a sliver of paper. "Well, thank goodness, we still live in a world of paper and pencil. I am writing down your police security case number which you will use to relay to your bank institution. Here, ya go!" he slides the sliver of paper to Flamingo.

Flamingo accepts the paper and stares down at the number. "Thank you!" he slowly stands and holds the sliver of paper, nodding to each security officer. "Thank you for your swift service! I will try to stay in the light, not the dark, tomorrow evening. Good night!" he spins around and exits the room.

The older security officer continues to sit and types the report on the computer laptop very slowly.

The younger security officer follows behind and then races ahead, pulling up beside Flamingo, moving into the open lobby. "Hey, buddy! I can see you are a newbie here within Birmingham. Like you said before that you're a new college student at Burn U. Well, let say that you are not in Kansas anymore, Toto!"

"What!" Flamingo stops and gasps in alarm, turning to see the younger security officer.

"I don't wanna frightened you here. But, Birmingham is a large metro city with lots of bad guys and good guys. But, sometimes, it is very hard to tell the good guy from the bad guy."

"I don't understand, sir."

"The bad guy now dresses nice and normal and carries around a lot of cash. I noticed that you paid cash for your hotel room, which is highly usual. Are you running from or to something?"

Flamingo exhales. "I am running toward college."

He nods with a stern face, "All right! You're a college student and you drive a very expensive sports car for a teen."

Flamingo gasps in alarm. "How...how do you know that?"

He slaps his chest with a nod. "I'm part of the hotel security. We have monitors and cameras here, there, and everywhere. We do that to keep our guests safe and get our owner outta of a lawsuit.

"Yeah, I do drive a nice car."

"Look! I'm saying that you carry around cash and use cash like to pay for your hotel bill. Cash is creepy for a security officer like me or my older partner here. Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the time each guest uses a credit card, not a wad of cash that is not traceable. So, watch it and watch out! I would suggest when you use cash from your pocket to keep every single paper receipt for that purchase including food and drink and gasoline. One day, if something like this happens again, then someone in higher authority might be asking you where all of that cash went and you wanna be able to toss the information into their face like a smart ass college student," he laughs.

Flamingo laughs. "I completely understand that logic."
He nods with a smile. "Good! Just be more aware of your current environment with here in the big, bad city, Country Boy. You are not located back home there in Kansas anymore."

Flamingo nods. "Thanks for the city slicker advice! I am a quick learner," laughing.

The security guard moves ahead with a smile and turns to survey the lobby inside the quiet hotel. "Good night, Flamingo!"

Flamingo moves ahead toward the closed elevator doors with a smile. "Good night, sir!" He enters the carriage, traveling up to the fourteenth floor, staring down at the sliver of paper with a sour frown. "Yeah, getting rid of the cell phone was a brilliant idea, Flamingo. And visiting the big, bad town of Birmingham was smart, without my two brothers," he sighs with regret.

Saturday May 16th

Birmingham Inn

(91 miles, south, from Lacy Springs)

Warm temperatures with moonlight and dull stars

14th floor level location

1414 hotel room setting

12:12 am

Flamingo exits the elevator and moves to his hotel room, entering the room, strolling to the computer monitor, typing on the keyboard, and finds the telephone number for his bank institution. He back steps from the computer and office desk, spinning around, moving ahead, and sits down on the bed mattress with a sour frown. He reaches out and grabs the receiver on the landline telephone on top of the side table next to the bed frame, standing upright and reaching out. He collects each paper receipt from his cash purchase so far following the wise words from the knowledgeable young security guard. He smiles. "Well, thank goodness for an old fashion telephone landline." He punches the buttons for the bank telephone number and waits for a real person. "Hello! I need to report a stolen bank card..."

Lacy Springs Hospital

(94 miles, north, from Birmingham)

Cool temperatures with bright sunlight

Hospital inpatient room setting

06:06 am

The hospital medical nurse enters the hospital room and halts, staring at each portal sleep cot. The room is filled with three portal cots that hold an individual male. She slowly moves ahead and stops, standing beside Arie. She reaches down and checks the medical instruments, recording the medical readings inside her laptop in silence. Then she spins around and stares at each sleeping face, moving ahead, exiting the room for her next patient.

At 07:07 am with warm temperatures and bright sunlight, Cinco stirs first on top of the portal sleep cot and opens his eyelids and as he gasps in alarm at the strange room in yellow color. His neurons and his eyeballs are still not used to seeing his mother inside a hospital bed and fully unconscious. He sits upright on top of the portal cot and stretches out each sore limb wiping off each set of crusty sleepy crumbs from each eye socket.

The hospital door slides open.

A hospital employee rolls a portal tray with three plates of food and parks it against the side wall, leaving the room quietly. The other two individuals inside the other portal sleep cots stir awake from the smell of the breakfast tray.

Cinco slides off the cot and stands upright on top of the floor in a pair of bare feet, wearing his stinky clothes, staring at Arie with a deep sigh. He moves ahead and scoots around the two other cots, stops, standing in front of the portal tray, lifting up one tray at a time, placing the item on top of the hard table surface with a set of four hard chairs in the far wall corner. He slides down and lifts up the cover, staring down at the food plate. "What else can we do for our mama?" He eats the food and chews.

AJ scoots around the cot and stops, sliding down in an empty hard chair. "We have done everything we can for Arie. She is comfortable and loved and safe. We wait. That's the hardest part."

He swallows the food and stares down at the plate. "I said it before. And I will say it again. Mama needs to hear Flamingo's voice. A comatose patient needs to hear the voice of their loved ones."

Breck sits upright at his fitted waistline inside his individual portal sleep cot and rubs both of his eye sockets from the sleepy crumbs with a growl. "Flamingo does not love Mama."

Cinco eats and then swallows the food, staring down at the food. "Flamingo loves Mama. He does love you, Breck. And I, for one, can live with that as long as, Flamingo comes back."

Breck slides off the cot and stands in a pair of bare feet, spinning around, moving ahead toward the small table with the plates of food, sneering. "I can't live with that," he slides down in the chair and lifts the lid on the tray. His mind is worried and as his stomach is growling.

Cinco smiles with food particles inside his teeth. "Well, we, three are going to be share an apartment in college. The first day of college starts on..."

Breck stabs the food with the fork and looks up with a sneer to see Arie. "I'm not going to college."

"What!" Cinco gasps.

He swallows the food and then nods. "If our mama is still in a coma and here inside this hospital room, then I am not leaving from here. I will stay here and by her side forever, if I have too. I don't know if I can leave our mama like this..."

Cinco nods. "The hospital room has four walls of electric plugs for free internet access for your computer laptop to perform college assignments...

"No!"

Cinco frowns. "Breck, at night, you can come back here and stay the night with our mama. Then you can go back to school classes during the day at college."

He frowns. "How am I going to go to college and continue my life with our mama in the medical condition? How can you go to college and not stay here with our mama in her medical condition, Cinco?"

Cinco gasps. "What about your planned career as a lawyer?"

Breck exhales. "My law career is not as important as my loving mama."

AJ swallows the food with a sour frown. "Breck, I'm hoping and praying for a miracle. But she could be here for a while..."

"No!" Breck sneers. "Mama, she is going to wake up, today," he eats and chews the food, staring at Arie.

Cinco swallows the food and frowns. "Mama has a broken heart that only Flamingo can mend. Where has Flamingo been hiding all this time? Where did Flamingo go after he left her?"

Breck swallows the food and frowns. "I do not know and I do not care."

He nods. "O! Flamingo has been at the house the whole time, because we have been here the whole time."

AJ quickly finishes the breakfast meal and slowly stands upright from the chair, stretching out each sore limb with a sour frown. "You and Cinco should go home."

"No!" Breck eats and swallows the food, woofing the rest of the breakfast meal.

AJ leans over and sniffs his nostrils over the hair roots on Breck, standing upright with a nod. "You and Cinco smell like piles of shit. Go home and take a bath! I will watch over Arie."

Cinco nods in silence and wipes his dirty hand and face with the napkin, pitching the napkin down into the empty plate. He slowly stands upright from the chair and spins around to face the hospital bed, moving ahead toward Arie and halts. He reaches out and holds her hand with a smile, leaning down into her face. "Mama, this is Cinco. I am here. I am going back home to get a bath, so I smell good when you awaken. Don't worry! Flamingo is coming back. He is on his way back here. I love you, Mama." he leans over and gently kisses her forehead, pulling back with a smile, standing upright with a deep sigh of worry.

Cinco spins around and exits the hospital room first, moving down the hallway. Each family member has left the hospital wing and is staying at their home waiting for any progress in Arie's medical condition.

The hallway has been cleaned and shined like no one has lived here.

Breck follows behind Cinco with a sad face and a pair of naked feet, totting his boots and stops, standing beside his brother. He slips on the socks and boots while waiting on the elevator carriage in silence.

There are no words to share or say.

The carriage arrives. The elevator door slides open. They enter inside the carriage in silence. Cinco leans down and presses the ground button.

At 07:22, ground level floor location, the elevator carriage drops down. The elevator door slides open revealing an empty lobby.

Each citizen, student, friend, and parent has returned back home also and wait for any progress on Arie's medical condition. Cinco leads ahead in silence and exits the hospital building, moving ahead toward the parked vehicle.

At the parked truck, Cinco unlocks the vehicle and slides down into the driver's seat with Breck inside the passenger seat in silence. Since the terrible truck accident, Breck has not been his usual self. Cinco starts Arie's pickup truck and waits for the cold engine to warm in silence. He slowly drives the familiar country roadway back to his house.

McCory Cow Ranch

(Two miles, southwest, from hospital)

Warm temperatures with bright sunlight

Garage setting

07:31 am

Cinco pulls into the garage door and kills the engine, exiting the truck first.

Breck slides out and moves ahead, entering through the clean kitchen. The hired cleaning crew continues to come and clean no matter the situation.

Cinco dashes through the kitchen and turns, taking the steps two at a time, shouting out loud. "Flamingo, Flamingo, I'm here. Come out and present yourself, Flamingo! Flamingo!" He dashes ahead and enters Flamingo's bedroom with a gasp. "Flamingo is not here."

On the ground floor, coming out from the hallway, Breck can hear the loud commotion and loud words from Cinco inside the quit house, turning to face the steps, climbing the staircase. "I don't give a damn."

On the second floor level, Cinco back steps from the bedroom and spins around, racing down the hallway, entering into Pig Pen setting with a gasp. "Flamingo is not here in Pig Pen either."

Breck can still hear the loud commotion and loud words from Cinco inside the quit house, stomping onto the second level floor, moving ahead toward his bedroom. "I don't give a damn."

He back steps from Pig Pen and races up the hallway, entering his own bedroom and halts with a gasp of shock, "Breck! Breck! Come in here! Look at this!" he points at the bed covers.

Breck appears and stands inside the archway of Cinco's bedroom and stares at the new object.

On top of the pillow case, a flat dark blue object gleams in the sunlight.

Cinco leans down at the pillow case and snatches up the item with a smile. "Flamingo was here! He left for me my high school diploma," he back steps and stands beside Breck with a grin. "That means, Flamingo went back to the high school for his own high school diploma too. That means, Flamingo had been staying here the entire time."

Breck sneers. "I don't give a damn."

Cinco leans over and shoves Breck across the hallway with a sneer. "Stop fuckingly saying that! We have a brother. Our brother is missing from our life. I want our brother back in our life."

Breck hits the wall and then sneers. "I don't give a damn." He flings off the wall and strolls ahead toward his own bedroom, softly cursing at Flamingo.

Cinco enters into his bathroom and quickly bathes, brushing his teeth, feeling refreshed. He exits the bathroom and dresses in a white tee shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and his pair of black boots, sitting on top of the bed, whipping out his mobile telephone. He types on the keyboard and sends a text message to his girl Babbie: I miss you with hugs and kisses and worried about my mother too.

She quickly texts back: I love you and hope to see you soon, praying for his mother.

Cinco exhales with worry and stands upright from the bed mattress, shoving the mobile telephone down into the pocket of his clean pair of jeans, moving ahead and stands inside the hallway. He shouts out loud. "I'm ready to return back to the hospital."

Breck appears and moves ahead from his bedroom, wearing a worried brow, a white T-shirt, and a pair of clean blue jeans with a pair of worn red and tan cowboy boots.

He turns and nods to Breck. "The house seems empty. I miss our fun times."

Breck frowns. "We are a set of adults now, not children, Cinco. There are not any more fun times."

He frowns. "Are you worried that Mama won't wake up?"

Breck smiles, "Mama is only sleeping. She will wake up tomorrow morning."

The front door slams shut with loud boom.

At 07:41 am inside the entrance hall, Cinco dashes away from Breck and stomps down the staircase, landing on top of the entrance hallway. He races ahead and opens the door with a gasp, "Flamingo! Flamingo!" He fakes a smile with a heavy heart, "Hi, Horace."

Horace stands inside the hallway and wears a worried brow, "Hi, Cinco! How is Arie doing?"

He nods. "She is the same."

Horace exhales. "I am so sorry to hear that. I really hate to bring this up but it needs attention.

He frowns. "What needs attention?"

Horace nods. "This is Saturday morning, the set of weekly paychecks for each farm hand. Some of the workers do not possess a checking account for an electronic payment. Arie, she has taken care of it every week. She is not here today."

"I'll take care of it." Breck slowly moves down the staircase with a stern face.

Cinco spins around with a gasp to see Breck. "What!"

Breck stomps onto the floor and nods to Cinco. "Mama, she left me in charge of the ranch, when she and AJ went on her European trip. I had handled the matter, last time. I just forget, Horace. Thanks for reminding me. This has been a tough week," exhaling.

Horace nods. "Breck, if you give me the set of paychecks, then I can do it for you..."

"No." Breck shakes his skull. "Mama made it clear that a McCory takes care of their ranch. I am the McCory present. I will be there shortly. Please, ask the farm hands to stay a little longer."

Horace nods. "The farm hands understand, Breck. They are waiting. I will go and stay with them and wait for your presence," he spins around and leaves the house.

Breck nods at the back spine on Horace. "Thank you! Go back to the hospital room and stay with Mama! I'll be there in about an hour or so. I gotten ride out to the western pasture lands, where most of the farm hands live..."

Cinco nods. "I can come with you, Breck!"

Breck shakes his skull. "No. I'll take the helicopter, which is quicker. I have to nod and thank each farm hand like our mama does. You go back and watch our mama. If she opens her eyelashes and speaks, call me and shout, hurray."

He smiles. "I will." Cinco dashes ahead and races down the hallway, into the kitchen, inside the garage, sliding back into Arie's trunk. He leaves the house for the hospital.

Breck exhales with worry and moves out the front door toward the helicopter pad.

Lacy Springs Hospital

Hospital inpatient room

07:37 am

Cinco enters the hospital room alone.

AJ leans down and holds her hand, sitting on top of the short stool in silence, staring at Arie.

He stops at the end of the hospital bed and frowns at Arie. "She looks dead."

AJ frowns. "She is not dead."

"She looks so still."

AJ nods. "She is sleeping. We all look still, when we sleep."

He frowns. "Well, the physician told us that a comatose patient is unconscious and can hear your words. But Mama doesn't seem to be responding to our words. What else can we do, AJ?"

AJ pulls out his mobile telephone and types on the tiny keyboard, reading out loud the new information on the tiny screen. "The scientific medical articles all say the same thing that a comatose patient benefits from sensory stimulation, such like, holding a hand and talking to the person. In the year 2011, a team of neuroscientists used a MRI scanning test and had observed brain activity on a comatose male, who had been in a coma for twelve years, after his road accident. The team of neuroscientists talked to the comatose patient and asked him to image playing a game of tennis, running after the ball on top of the court. Then, they had measured the brain activity on the comatose patient had spiked upward on the medical equipment monitor. Thus, the scientists concluded that the comatose patient can hear and understand vocal instructions."

Cinco frowns down at his mother. "That's not a good example, AJ."

"Another scientific medical article on the internet suggests talking to the comatose patient as if they are living a normal day by stimulating their senses of touch, smell, sound, and vision. For example, you can hold and stroke their hand and wear a familiar smell of perfume near the nostrils on the comatose patient?"

Cinco continues to frown with worry at his mother. "We have done all of that. Mama still is not awake."

AJ exhales with a deep sigh. "A team of neurologists had determined a comatose patient with a strong neuronal communication pattern has a high odd of pulling out of a coma."

"Well, this quiet, sterile smelly, yellow tinted hospital room needs some cheerful music. I like cheerful music. Mama likes happy music too. At home, we always play music." Cinco moves toward the television plasma devise, flipping on the power. The television plays an entertainment movie. He flips each digital channel, halts, and finds a country song with a smile, spinning around.

"Arie!" AJ shouts out loud with a smile.

Cinco spins around with a gasp and dashes to the side of the bed with a worried brow. "What is it! Is Mama a wake? What happened?"

AJ points down at her hand with a smile. "Her index finger moved with motion. When you played that country musical song, she twitched her index finger to signal that she is alive and in there. She heard the song here inside the room."

He gasps in shock. "Her finger twitched with motion. This is great, AJ. Our mama loves to hear country musical songs. We play country musical songs all the time inside Pig Pen room. The music is penetrating her mind."

AJ releases her other hand with a smile. "Go and increase the volume on the sing, Cinco!"

"Yeah, yeah, increase the volume!" Cinco spins around and races to the television screen, increasing the volume on the same country musical song.

AJ stares down at her hand with a sad face. Arie does not react. Her body does not move.

Cinco spins around with a smile and stares at Arie. She does not move. Her index finger does not move. He swings back around and increases the sound, spinning around to see Arie. She does not move. Her index finger does not move.

AJ frowns. "Switch the dial on the television console panel and play a new country song. She might only react to a new stimulus."

He spins around and taps the button for a new song. "Did her index finger move again?"

AJ stares at her face and then her hand. "No."

He continues to tap the button and hears a new country song. "Did her hand move again?"

"No." AJ frowns with worry.

For fifteen minutes, Cinco continues to tap the button and play a new country song until each song is repeating. "I have dialed through each country song."

AJ exhales. "Switch to a rock and rock song on the radio television channel and see if she moves."

He fiddles with the control panel and selects a familiar rock and rock song.

"Arie!" AJ shouts out loud with a smile. "The same index finger on her left hand twitched again from the new rock and rock song. She likes rock and roll musical songs too."

"Good!" He rotates through each rock and roll song with a smile of hope. "Did Mama twitch the same index finger on her left hand?"

AJ stares at her face. "No! Arie did not response to any of the other rock and roll musical songs. Play a classical song next, Cinco!"

He fiddles around the control dial and finds a classical song, listening to the song with a smile. "Did her index finger twitch with movement?"

AJ frowns. "No."

He exhales with hope, "All right! We continue to play through each musical song category and see if my mama twitches her index finger again. I am playing a jazz musical song. Did you twitch the same index finger on her left hand, AJ?"

AJ frowns. "No."

Cinco smiles with hope, "Now, I'm playing a hip-hip musical song..."

At 09:09 am, Breck enters the hospital room and stops a few feet from the archway with a sour frown, hearing a heavy metal musical song. "What is that terrible noise?" he covers both eardrums.

Cinco lowers the dial on the television palms and spin around with a smile, moving to the side of her bed, pointing at her hand. "Breck, Mama twitched her index finger on her left hand."

He gasps. "Is Mama awake? Is Mama speaking? I know this would happen. Mama! Mama! This is Breck. Mama!" He moves ahead and stops, standing at the end of the hospital bed, smiling down at his mother. She still sleeps in a coma.

Cinco exhales. "No. I played a country musical song here in the quiet room and she twitched her index finger on her left hand. Then I tried each a different country musical song to get her to repeat the signal with her hand but she didn't move. Then I switched to a rock and roll song. Then she twitched the same index finger on the same left hand. She can hear the music. So I turned the dial and played a different rock and roll song on the television radio. But Mama didn't twitch her finger. So, we have been playing every type of musical song on the television radio channels since eight o'clock. But Mama has not twitches her finger again."

Breck continues to stand at the foot of the bed and nods with a worried brow. "Well, she is tired. You have blasted her delicate hearing with the loud music. Cut the television radio off! Mama needs to rest."

Cinco continues to stand beside Arie and her left hand with a smile. "Mama, she needs to hear the voice of her third son Flamingo. Then, she will awaken. I know it. I feel it. I promise it."

Breck frowns down at Arie. "She heard his voice."

Cinco frowns. "No. Mama did not hear Flamingo's voice."

He frowns. "Yeah, Mama heard his voice the other night, when Flamingo was yelling and screaming at us."

AJ continues to stand beside Arie at her right hand. "Breck is correct."

Cinco frowns. "That is not the same thing, Breck. When a person is mad, the regular vocal cords is echoed and do not sound like your regular natural voice."

Breck laughs. "Flamingo's loud voice sounded the same to me, when he was shouting. Drop the conversation about Flamingo, Cinco! I do not wanna talk about him ever again. He is not part of our family."

Cinco frowns. "You are not listening to me. Mama reacted to music, because she heard it. She reacted to the country sing first, because we play country music inside Pig Pen every night before the supper meal. She knows that we are here. She is communicating with us. Then, I tried to play a different country musical song. Mama did not react. She is still communicating with us."

He exhales with frustration and stares at his mother. "This is nonsense."

Cinco nods. "This is logical, Breck. Then, AJ suggested switching the music to a rock and roll musical song to see if Mama would react. I switched the radio station and played a rock and roll song. Mama reacted and twitched the same index finger on the same left hand. She heard the song. She reacted to use. She is communicating with us. Then I switched the station and played a new rock and roll musical song. Mama did not react. She is still communicating with us. After I had played through each type of different music, Mama did not react. Don't you see? Don't you understand?"

He frowns. "Mama is tired. I understand that."

Cinco frowns. "No, Breck! The country song represents her two sons, who are named asshole Breck and smart Cinco." Breck sneers at Cinco. Cinco laughs. "The rock and roll song represents her smart ass son Flamingo."

AJ frowns. "Arie is used to hearing country music songs and rock and roll songs. That was why she reacted, Cinco. But I agree. She is hearing a familiar musical song and is communicating that she is here with us. We just have to try and find the right song or tune or tone which will awaken her mind too. Then Arie will be back with us."

Cinco shakes his curls. "No, AJ! You do not understand me, but Breck does. Breck always played a country music in his bedroom, in his truck, in Pig Pen with his two brothers. But Flamingo was the only one that played a rock and roll song, when he traveled inside his sports car. Mama heard that rock and roll song, when she rode only with Flamingo." AJ gasps. Breck sneers. Cinco nods with a smile. "Mama is communicating with us. She hears and knows the voices of her two sons, asshole Breck and smart Cinco. Now, she wants to hear the voice of smart ass Flamingo."

AJ nods. "I believe you, Cinco. Where is Flamingo? We gotta find and bring Flamingo back here. He needs to speak to his mother. Flamingo can help Arie and break the coma."

Breck frowns. "We do not know his whereabouts, AJ."

Cinco exhales with worry and stares at his mother. "Yeah, Flamingo can fix this. I wished that he was here. Wait! He is here. Flamingo is inside my mobile telephone," he whips out his mobile telephone and wiggles near a smile. "I have a voice message from Flamingo with his own words," he lowers the phone and then swishes through each save and recorded individual voice message on his mobile telephone until he finds a recording with Flamingo's voice. "I found it." Cinco lowers the phone and swishes the screen, typing on the keyboard with a smile. He leans over and holds the screen on his telephone near the eardrum on Arie. He plays the recording with Flamingo's words.

The index finger on her left hand twitches in the air and then falls back down onto the soft blanket.

AJ cheers and claps with a smile. "This is working. She twitches her index finger on her left hand. Do it, again, Cinco!"

Breck grunts with annoyance but is happy that it works. "Play it, again, Cinco!"

Cinco jumps up and down with a smile, holds his mobile telephone in both hands, and then stops, leaning over and plays the voice message again near her eardrum.

Arie does not react.

Break nods "Nothing! She does not react. That was a good idea."

Cinco smiles, "No. This was a great idea and a great experiment. Flamingo is the key here."

Breck frowns. "Flamingo is not here."

AJ nods. "The voice recording of Flamingo into her eardrum had caused her hand to move. The rock and roll song had also caused her same hand to move. I agree with Cinco. Flamingo is the key and missing element here."

Breck frowns. "Mama knows that we are here."

Cinco nods. "Mama knows that you and I are here with her inside the hospital room. Mama needs to hear Flamingo's natural voice. We need to find Flamingo right now. Where would that boy go to?"

Breck frowns. "Flamingo is not part of the family."

Cinco nods. "Of course, he is, Brick Brain. You can't kick a blood relative out of our family that he will always be a part for the rest of his life."

AJ smiles, "If Arie reacted to the first mobile telephone recording of Flamingo's voice, then play a different mobile telephone recording, Cinco."

"Okay!" Cinco looks down at the screen on his phone and swishes through each stored voice recording for another copy of Flamingo's voice.

AJ nods. "Breck, do you possess any voice recording of Flamingo voice on your mobile telephone?"

Breck stares at Arie. "No. I don't keep Flamingo in my phone. And I always delete all of my voice messages for new ones."

Cinco smiles. "I found another voice recording of Flamingo," he leans over and plays the second voice recording near her eardrum from his mobile telephone speaker.

Arie flips her wrist bone up into the air on her left hand.

AJ smiles, "She has moved upward in the air her entire hand and her wrist bone. This is excellent. Play it again, Cinco!" Cinco replays the same voice recording from his mobile telephone into her eardrum. Arie does not move her finger or her hand or her wrist bone. AJ exhales. "Well, this is good start. Now, we find Flamingo and his ass back here. Once, he talks to Arie, she will awaken."

Brecks stares at his mother. "Flamingo is mad at our mama and each one of us. He will not talk to Mama.

Cinco sneers. "Then, I'll break his damn finger or arm or leg. Then, he can cry and moan for hours into our mama's face. She will know his whines and awoken. The point is for Arie to wake up and heal. Flamingo can heal anytime. So, any guess to flamingo location?"

AJ smiles, "We don't have brought Flamingo here to us. Call Flamingo on his mobile telephone! Every teen lives with their cell phone. Then when he answers, shove the telephone into her eardrum. Flamingo will be confused and will continue to call out the mysterious caller. Then Arie will hear and recognize his natural voice and wake up."

Cinco laughs. "Or Flamingo will shout out his string of elegant curse words which will wake up the dead," he laughs with AJ and Breck.

Breck whips out and presses the familiar icon face on his mobile telephone, hearing the voice greeting into his eardrum. He does not leave a voice message and presses the icon again, leaning down and plays the voice greeting from Flamingo near her eardrum. Arie shifts her hand in the air and then it falls down back onto the blanket. He lifts up the phone and disconnects the call, pressing the icon, placing the speaker near her eardrum again. Next, Arie does not move her hand or her wrist bone.

AJ stares and frowns down at Arie. "Arie only seems to react to the first spoken words. Why would that be?"

Cinco frowns, "Because, Mama knows within her mind that her son Flamingo is not here with us."

Breck frowns. "That's not right. His voice is right here with her."

Cinco frowns. "And her mind knows that the second voice recording is only a voice recording of her son Flamingo. We gotta go and find Flamingo and bring him back here in person with or without blood," laughing.

AJ also presses the familiar face icon and leaves a voice message for Flamingo. Then he disconnects the call and presses the icon again, listening to the recorded greeting from Flamingo. "To me, Flamingo is purposefully not answering his cell phone. And he is not at the house. Where else would Flamingo be with Iredell or friends?"

Breck frowns. "Flamingo might be staying with Doyle or Brett or Yancy."

Cinco shakes his curls. "No. Flamingo is not hiding out there. I have already texted them when I was hunting down Flamingo down the first time. Where is he staying at?"

Breck spins around from Arie with a laugh, moves ahead, and then stops, standing at the dresser table, where the handbag of Arie is located. He rummages through her purse and pulls out her personal mobile telephone, fiddling with the icons.

Cinco spins around from Arie with a frown, moves ahead, and then stops, standing in front of Breck. "What are you doing, Breck?"

Breck continues to fiddle with the keyboard on the phone. "Mama has a geographical tracker on each one of our personal mobile telephones. That's why she is not mad when we sleep with the electronic toys. Cut off your mobile telephone, Cinco. Your signal is going to interfere with the single signal for Flamingo. And someone cut off my cell phone also. I am accessing her phone."

He cuts off the power to his mobile telephone with a frown and also shuts off the power to Breck's mobile telephone. "Does she have a pass-code on her mobile phone?"

Breck smiles, "No. She does not have a pass-code on her personal mobile telephone."

He frowns. "How do you know of this and that, Breck?"

Breck fiddles with the phone and smiles. "I'm first born triplet. Mama has given me some special responsibilities in order to take care of my two brothers. I know about the tracker system. And I have tracked down asshole Flamingo. His personal mobile telephone is located on Kay Street between the hospital building and Morris Road. Damn! Flamingo is hanging out in the corn fields and spying on us the entire time. We should call Tommy Lee and get him to arrest Flamingo for trespassing on someone else's land too."

"We can do that later, Breck, after Arie is awake." AJ laughs.

"Let's go and get his ass, right now!" Cinco spins around with a sneer. "I'm going to shove my foot into his ass, without breaking his nice set of white pretty teeth. He needs his teeth and tongue to sing and talk with our mama. You make shore I didn't kill him, Breck."

Breck spins around and holds the tracker phone with a laugh. "Shore thing, Cinco!"

They swiftly exit the hospital room and wait on the elevator carriage, taking the carriage down to the ground floor and exit the hospital.

At 10:30 am in the bright sunlight and heated day, inside the hospital parking lot, Cinco leads his brother toward the pickup truck and starts the engine while cursing at Flamingo, swiftly driving from the parking lot.

Breck slides down into the front passenger seat and closes the door, looking down at the tiny screen on Arie's telephone that blinks the single location of the mobile telephone that belongs to Flamingo.

Cinco speeds down the public pavement on Kay Street with a sneer. "Tell me when we got close to Flamingo! Do we need to come up behind Flamingo's rear bumper? He is going to see the flying truck and then take off running away again."

He laughs, "Naw! We call AJ and get Tommy Lee to find and block Flamingo inside his damn sports car. Tommy Lee is more than pissed off at Flamingo for abandoning our mother. Tommy Lee will beat you to the punch, literally, Cinco. We might have to fight off Tommy Lee from killing Flamingo for being a bad son."

Cinco continues to drive with a laugh.

He gasps, "Slow down, Cinco! The blink is becoming a solid dot, so we are getting really close to Flamingo." He looks up and stares at the familiar roadway. "Flamingo is nearby."

Cinco slows the truck and as the vehicle is the only transport on the roadway. "We are two miles from the hospital building. There is nothing out here, but miles of low lying unplowed fields. Then next street name is Morris Road and that leads to the Morris plantation and more crops fields. How close are we near Flamingo?"

He lifts up and shows the screen on the phone. "The blinking signal on his phone has turned into a solid dot of blue. We are on top of Flamingo."

Cinco barely drives the truck over the smooth pavement. "Where is the car parked at? Is he resting on top of the dirt? I do not see his sports car or his upright body, Breck. Are we in the right spot?"

He nods. "Yeah, the solid dot is blue. That indicates that he is here."

Cinco continues to barely drive over the smooth pavement and frowns through each window. "The solid blue dot means that his mobile telephone is here. The tracker system is tracking his mobile telephone only."

Breck gasps. "That's right!"

Cinco stares through the window at miles of unplowed crop fields. "Damn! He didn't, did he?"

He looks up and stares through the window at miles of unplowed crop fields. "Damn! He did, didn't he?"

Cinco pulls the truck off the street and stops on the edge of the flat crop field of dirt, parking the truck, killing the engine. "Damn! We need to get out and let the tracker track us around the field. I bet we find his cell phone."

"Fuck!" Breck opens the door and leaves it open, standing upright on top of the dirt, looking down and moves ahead. The solid dot turns back into blinking signal. "I am moving away from the cell phone and going in the wrong direction." He shuffles around the truck and moves in the correct direction. "His cell phone is located west of the parked truck. We cross the road."

They cross the roadway and stand inside a new field.

"Now, we sorta turn and head due south." Breck slowly scoots sideways over the edge of the dirt field, heads south, and halts over the body of water while staring down at the screen on the mobile telephone.

Cinco moves with Breck and stops, pointing down at the creek of water. "Damn! That's Kay Branch, a creek of shallow water that comes from the Tennessee River and cross the land and goes underneath this roadway while feeding the birds and wild animals."

He points down at the screen on the mobile telephone. "The solid dot is blue. The cell phone is located in that shallow creek water."

Cinco moves down and sloshes through the water. He wants to find the mobile telephone to eliminate any error within the tracker system. He stops and reaches down, pulling out a golden colored mobile telephone, lifting it the air for Breck to see also. He spins around with a sour frown and moves back onto the roadway, and stops in front of Breck, holding the phone. "Damn! Flamingo ditched his phone. Now, we can't communicate with him ever. We don't know where he is at or been to or going to. All's now lost!"

He smiles. "No. All is not lost, Cinco. I don't believe that. We have found the answer. Now, we let Almighty God lead us straight to Flamingo. Flamingo is mad. But he can't stay mad at our mama forever. He will come to us."

Cinco frowns with worry. "What's about our mama?"

He nods. "Mama is safe and sound. Let's go back and tell AJ."

They move back into the truck. Cinco drives too fast down the highway and parks at the hospital.

11:01 am

Lacy Springs Hospital

(One miles, south, from Kay Street)

10th floor level

Hospital inpatient room

They enter the hospital and travel back up to wing, enter Arie's room. They stop and stand in the huddle with AJ and Tommy Lee.

Tommy Lee waves a sheet of paper with a smile. "I found Flamingo."

Breck gasps. "We found his tossed cell phone at the location of country road entitled Kay Street inside a creek stream. Where is he?"

He laughs. "Flamingo was robbed by robbers last night. His personal wallet was stolen. He is staying at the Birmingham Inn which is located on the city street road named University Boulders within the city of Birmingham."

AJ gasps. "That's the main roadway, where Burn U is located."

Cinco frowns. "Mama has rented us a college apartment near that location. But Flamingo can't be inside that apartment. We can't get inside the room until June, the first."

Tommy Lee nods. "Flamingo is renting a hotel room based on the police report. He was robbed on at night at eleven o'clock coming from a baseball game. He strolled on foot in a bad part of town. He was mugged and they stole his wallet. He returned back to the hotel and reported the robbery. The hotel security wrote down his testimony. Then the hotel security had to report to the Birmingham police department. I was hoping that Flamingo would get a speeding ticket as the asshole runs around my town in excess of the posted speed limits. So, I had the computer flagged on the name Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth. And low and behold, his name pinged on my computer system, this morning. I receive all types of police information that is shared with each police department throughout the state."

Breck laughs. "We found him. We go and drive to the hotel and jerk his ass out bed. Flamingo likes to sleep in on Saturday morning. He is there and asleep. Let's surprise his ass!"

AJ lifts both palms near a stern face. "Wait! Hold on here! His wallet was stolen. He doesn't have any more money right now. And his wallet contains his personal bank card. So, Flamingo cannot get money without his bank card and is low or without funds right now. That hotel room near Burn U is very expensive, like two hundred dollars per night for one room."

Breck smiles, "Flamingo has been there since Thursday night and Friday night..."

"No." Cinco frowns. "Flamingo stayed at our house on Thursday night as we were here at the hospital. Nobody went back home to see Flamingo. So he drove from our house and checked in on Friday morning, that only one night, Breck."

Breck smiles, "And that is one night of two hundred dollars is listed on his bank card which only holds five hundred dollars. And Flamingo is eating out every breakfast, snack, lunch, and dinner meal and spending gas in his car. So, his bank card is probably tapped out to the maximum with his five hundred dollars. So, he grabs cash out from his bank account. However, he can only withdraw three hundred dollars per day. Flamingo has not drawn out any cash as he is using his bank card, until it got stolen last night. Thus, he has no money..."

"He can go to the bank, this morning, Breck," Cinco nods. "Our bank is open on Saturday until two pm. He can get out three hundred dollars for food and gas."

AJ smiles. "The time is now close to ten o'clock in the morning. Check out time is eleven o'clock. So, Flamingo must decide to pay another two hundred dollars for that nice hotel room for Saturday or eat food. He can't do both with only three hundred dollars. He will receive another bank card in a few days. And tomorrow is Sunday, the banks are all closed. Flamingo cannot withdraw any more money to pay for the hotel rental on Sunday night either. So, we got him."

Tommy Lee smiles, "Based on the low cash money on Flamingo, he has checked out of present expensive hotel room and is running around inside his sports car. He probably has parked his car inside an outside shopping center parking spot and hanging out with the birdies."

Cinco frowns. "Flamingo can park his car inside an underground parking lot from the hot sun."

Tommy Lee frowns. "No. He can't and stay inside the car for hours and hours. The mall security guards are trained to spot that type of weird behavior like that. They would arrest Flamingo and impound his car. And Flamingo is smart and knows not to do that."

Cinco frowns. "So, how do we find Flamingo now? He could be hiding anywhere within metro city Birmingham. That would take hours and a fleet of trucks to find Flamingo."

Breck laughs. "Well, Flamingo drive away from his mama's house. He does not own that car like I do not own my pickup truck. My mama owns that vehicle. So, technically, Flamingo has stolen that sports car, which belongs to his mother, without granting her permission to live her house and the small cow town of Lacy Springs."

Cinco gasps. "What?"

Tommy Lee nods with a smile. "That's not a bad idea, future lawyer! Flamingo does not own that car. I can issue over the electronic police system an APB or All Points Bulletin to the Birmingham police force to find and impound that sports car and hold Flamingo for questioning."

Breck smiles, "Once the Birmingham police find the stolen car, then they can arrest Flamingo. Tommy Lee can go and get Flamingo, bringing his ass back here without questions. Then he can save my mama."

AJ smiles, "Amen!"

Tommy Lee whips out his mobile telephone and types on the tiny keyboard, staring down at the screen. "I am issuing the APB now for Flamingo. The Birmingham police department will receive this within two hours. Then they immediately launch a search during the day patrols for his car and find Flamingo."

Cinco smiles, "Let's all go and rent a hotel room, waiting on Flamingo's arrest."

Breck frowns. "No. I am staying here with my mama."

Tommy Lee finishes his task and looks up with a frown. "No. We all really can't go to Birmingham, yet. It might take the police a few hours or an entire day to find his car and arrest Flamingo. However, I can't just show in the Birmingham police lobby ten minutes later after his arrest as I am the one that is issuing the warrant from here in Lacy Springs, which is ninety miles south of here. That would look really suspicious to the Birmingham cops like I might have set up Flamingo for something wrong. Right?"

Cinco nods, "Right!"

Tommy Lee nods. "We all stay right here in Lacy Springs for now. Once I receive the arrest confirmation on Flamingo, AJ and I will go and get Flamingo and bring his butt-hole back here to the hospital ward. Then, he can awaken Arie. Does everyone understand me?"

"Yes sir!" Breck nods with Cinco and AJ.

Birmingham Inn

(91 miles, south, from Lacy Springs)

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

14th floor level

1414 hotel room setting

11:06 am

"Police!" Flamingo sits upright from the flat bed mattress with a gasp and rubs his sweaty face, turning to see the side table with the small alarm clock: 10:10 am.

He wipes his face and arms from the sweaty water with panic. "I gotta leave the hotel. The Birmingham police and hotel security office filed a report on me. Now, Tommy Lee can find me from the police report. He promised to get me, if I had caused a crime. I didn't cause a crime. I was the victim of a crime. But, my name is all over that police report. Damn! The police report gave out my hotel location. Shit! Shit!" He slides out of bed and changes his clothes into the Burn U T-shirt, pair of cargo pants, sliding into his nasty flip-flops, rushing from his hotel room.

He stops and paces back and forth for the carriage. The elevator door slide open. The carriage arrives. He enters and fidgets with panic.

The elevator door slides open.

He steps out and stops at the registration desk, waiting his turn, fidgeting with nervousness. "I'm checking out before eleven o'clock. My room number is 1414. What is my final bill total?"

The registration clerk looks down and types on the keyboard, reading out the amount on the computer screen. "Your final bill is twenty-nine dollars even."

He frowns. "Is that all?"

She smiles. "Yes, that is the rental space inside the garage for your parked car."

"All right!" He counts out the money and takes the paper receipt. "Thank you."

She smiles. "Please come and visit us again, sir!"

"Yeah," Flamingo back steps with a stern face and then spins around, returning back to the elevator doors and then halts. "No. Find a new hotel before moving all of your stuff!" He spins around and moves ahead toward the glass entrance door with a worried brow. "No. It is too hot to walk on the street and too little time. Get out of the hotel room and drive the car around the block and find a new hotel. They are not here. However, they have received the police report from my mugging. And anyways, they are ninety minutes away. I can find a hotel in five minutes. Yeah!"

Flamingo spins around and dashes ahead, entering the open elevator carriage. He rides the carriage and exits into the fourteenth floor.

He enters his room and packs up his personal possessions, jerking the three straps over one collar bone, exiting the room.

He takes the elevator and lands down inside the underground garage, moving toward his car.

At 11:22 pm, Flamingo enters his car and leaves the parking lot, slowly driving further down the main roadway. "Pick the first hotel! It doesn't matter. I only need a room for the rest of week, until college starts." He stops at the traffic light and scans the street. "There! There's a hotel up the new street and away from the old hotel. They will never find me here."

The traffic light turns green hue.

Flamingo turns and drives up the street with a laugh, pulling into the covered veranda at the City Hotel, killing the engine.

City Hotel

(Two blocks, east, from Birmingham Hotel)

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

Lobby setting

11:31 am

Flamingo slides out the car and locks the door, strutting into the lobby, stopping at the registration desk. "Hello! I would like to rent a hotel room for the rest of the week."

The pretty young female has blonde hair and dark skin, nodding with a smile and looks down, typing on the keyboard, reading off the computer monitor. "We are pretty booked for the rest of the week. However, I do have two rooms available..."

"Fine!" He pulls out a wad of folded bills and smiles. "I will take one of them."

She types with a smile. "May I see your driver's license!"

He hands the driver's license to the clerk.

She types with a smile. "Welcome to City Hotel, Mr. McCory. How will you be paying for your hotel room?"

"In cash!"

She looks up and smiles at Flamingo, returning his item. "Since you are paying in cash, you will pay each night. The first night fee is 528 dollars and sixty-four cents."

Flamingo coughs and then smiles. "Wow! I must have purchased the penthouse suite."

"No. That one is rented."

He laughs, "Mercy! Can I use the underground parking for my car?" He counts out the bills and slides them to her, pocketing his driver's license.

"Yes, the daily fee is fifty dollars. That will be added when you finally checkout bill when you decided to leave our lovely hotel. "She recounts the bills and slides the money down into the open drawer, printing off a receipt and hands him the plastic keys with a smile.

He nods without words and strolls back to his car, sliding inside and parking the car underneath the building. He collects his three pieces of luggage and exits the car.

He takes the underground elevator up to the eighth floor and steps out from the elevator carriage, moving down a lush hallway of mirrors and flower arrangement. "Wow! I have died and gone to New York City. This hotel is nice and expensive. I might be moving tomorrow morning to a cheaper dump."

He enters his room and drops the three bags onto the floor, strolling toward the window, opening the curtains and stares through the glass. The window view overlooks the swimming pool and a garden of flowers. Beyond the flower garden is the ground of Burn U.

He back steps from the window and scans the room.

The bedroom setting is rich black wood and golden tinted bed covers with a row of matching pillows. The room holds a sitting chair in blue fabric, a small light colored wooden small eating table for two people with two high stools, and a flat tan colored writing table for a working stuff. On the side wall, there is a long black tinted counter that holds a television plasma device.

"Well, this room is nice for five hundred dollars and my person and my car is safe. However, I need more cash to pay for the room. And I need to order a new personal bank card." He moves ahead and exits the room, taking the elevator back down to the underground parking garage.

He enters his car and drives down the main roadway, parking at the bank. "Well, I can find the bank for money and the hotel for sleep. So, I'm doing okay."

He exits the car and moves inside the bank lobby, standing in line, waiting his turn. He moves up the bank counter, saying with a stern face. "Hi. I need to withdraw one thousand dollars from my personal bank account please. And my personal bank card was stolen the other night. I need to order a new one, please."

The bank teller gasps and then nods with a worried brow. "O! I need to get the bank manager. Stay right here. We need details of that crime sir." She back steps and spins around, rushing into a side open archway and disappears from the teller row.

Flamingo nods with a smile, "All right!"

The same bank manager appears and stands inside an open archway and smiles at her rich customer, "Flamingo, welcome back! What can I do for you?"

Flamingo exhales with a nod, "Hello, ma'am. I need another bank card..."

An hour later, Flamingo exits the bank institution after retelling his story three times to each bank official. His new bank card will be colored in pink hue again with a row of teddy bears in pale blue and will arrive within three working days here at this bank institution for pickup as Flamingo does not want any of his personal mail or items returning back to his old home address.

He enters his car and exits the bank parking lot, slowly driving down the familiar roadway, pulling into a fast food restaurant. He orders a sack of food with a cold beverage, pays, and exits the food establishment, sweating inside the car cabin from the heated day.

He arrives and then parks back underneath the garage parking, killing the engine, exiting the car. He enters the underground elevator carriage and zooms up toward the next floor level with the other guests.

At 11:45 pm, the elevator carriage stops. The elevator doors slide open on the eighth floor.

8th floor level

888 hotel room setting

11:46 pm

Flamingo exits the elevator with a bag of greasy food and a pocket of new cash, slowly maneuvering down a crowded hallway of people and workers with a smile. "This is looking so familiar. A hallway of guests and workers, without names, only faces and sounds of screaming children, slamming doors, and slow-moving teens with a face down into their cell phones." He frowns and scoots around the teen, exhaling with annoyance.

He reaches his door and enters the hotel room, moving ahead, sitting at the arm on the chair and stares into the glass window. He spreads out the boxes of food over the hard surface. "Even the layout of the hotel room is not original. Well, I guess people travel to get away from it all. Actually, I am happy with the same old routine, eating, shitting, and sleeping in my own bed. Well, I am a new man now. Things have changed." He consumes the food and stares through the glass window, slowly learning the large landmarks of each building and the lower city street locations, finishing the meal with a loud burp. He pounds his chest cavity helping each burp descend down into his full stomach and then burps out loud again. He cleans the table with the trash not caring to smell sausage link through the day.

He enters the bathroom and stands in front of the mirror, leaning down, grabbing the newly wrapped toothbrush. He brushes his teeth and rinses his mouth with the provided mouthwash, standing upright with a smile, "Awe! My mouth is happy. My tummy is happy too. And the toiletries are much fancier here than at the other hotel." He exits the bathroom and stops, standing in front of the three cloth bags of possession with a laugh. "This is all that I own now."

He lifts up the three bags and totes them, placing each one down inside the sitting chair, unzipping the first bag.

He pulls out the first item and holds the ancient shirt in front of his face. "Well, you have been a good friend, vile-worded T-shirt. But you are out with the out and in with the new," he tosses the shirt into the wall corner with a laugh. "Good bye, old friend! Maybe another teen will adopt you for their fun purpose." He reaches inside and pulls out a clean pair of cargo pants with a smile. "Well, this is a duplicate of my current dirty pair. I will use and abuse you one more time, my faithful old friend."

He slips off the dirty pair of cargo pants and transfers each one of his personal items into a pocket on the clean clothes, sliding the new pair of cargo pants onto his body, tossing the dirty pair into the same wall corner with his vile-worded T-shirt with a laugh.

He looks down into the bag and pulls out each item, tossing it one at a time into the same wall corner with a laugh, returning back down to the bag. "Only my briefs left, I need those. I do not like going commando," He laughs and slaps the clean pair of cargo pants with a smile. "I think it is time for a new Flamingo. I am half-way there." He pats down his pockets and feels each item with a nod, spinning around to face the closed door, moving ahead with a smile.

He exits his hotel room and maneuvers around the same set of nameless people with different faces, entering the elevator carriage.

At 12:12 pm, the carriage lands on the ground floor. The elevator door slides open to the ground floor inside the lobby.

Flamingo slowly moves around the lobby and ventures down a new hallway that displays numerous gift shops that carry lines of merchandise including boxes of candy, stuffed animal toys, food items, reading novels, musical discs, and clothing. He enters each store and slowly strolls down each aisle pursuing the row of items without spending any money.

At the bank institution this morning, he withdraws another one thousand dollars from his bank account, slowly accumulating a small cash fortune of money inside each pocket of his cargo pants.

Today is the sixteenth day of May. The month of May possesses thirty-one days.

So, Flamingo must live inside a hotel room for another fifteen days, before his paid and rental apartment is available for occupancy on June, the first. And he is not worried about his two brothers sharing the apartment home. His mother Arie is in the hospital in a coma.

First born asshole Breck will never leave Arie or the hospital for a plate of food, college classes or pissing in the toilet. Tough ass Cinco is the really cool brother and will not challenge Flamingo for food, shelter or the toilet.

Thus, Flamingo can live and occupy the apartment home until he graduates college with a bachelor's degree in biology. During his intense medical school days, he will rent his own apartment needing the isolation and quietness.

He exits the shop and moves into a new one, stopping in front of a wall of young man's clothing, studying each item. He likes the feel and shape of the cargo pants, not enjoying a pair of long blue jeans. He reaches out and touches a pair of knee-length walking short in a light tan hue, feeling the smooth cotton fabric with a nod, plunking two pairs from the rack. He wears one and then washes the dirty ones, completing his lower body wardrobe.

Flamingo continues to stroll down the aisle and then stops, admiring a row of Burn U T-shirts he likes the short-sleeved design and the big, bold white tinted words across his chest: BURN U. The row of T-shirts comes in the same design but displays fabric colors of red or black or dark blue or dark green. He selects all four fabric colors completing his upper body wardrobe.

Flamingo whispers for fun, "One to wear; one to wash; one to dirty, and one extra," he laughs.

He continues to move around the store with a smile, without finding anything else that tickles his butt-hole and then strolls to the counter, paying for the item, and exits the store with a shopping bag.

He enters a new store with a smile. Each retail shop inside the hotel provides different types of nice merchandise. This store sells shoes for a man, female, teen, and infant.

He strolls down each aisle and stops in front of the sandals for men, looking down at his naked toes, wiggling his naked toes. He has worn a pair of flip-flops, since the ninth grade when his feet became too hot inside a pair of cowboy boots. So, he had switched to the comfortable flip-flops for his school foot ware.

Now, he is a college student at Burn U. Each campus building does not stand in a tall row like a set of residential houses. He is required to march from one building to another building while toting a backpack of books and notebooks, which is different mode of transportation from teenly high school. And during the wet season of rain and thunderstorms here in Alabama, his naked feet will get cold and wet.

He shakes his nasty backwards baseball cap and moves away from the row of sandals, stopping in front of a colorful row of athletic shoes with a smile. He looks the slender look of leather and the choice of numerous fun neon colors, lifting up a pair or bright yellow running shoes with a chuckle. He finds his foot size and measures the bottom of his naked foot to the shoe with a nod, accepting the new foot ware, buying three pairs of matching yellow tinted socks.

He moves ahead with a smile and holds his new merchandise, scanning the other aisles with numerous foot shoes for a male, without a desire. Flamingo moves to the cash register counter and purchases the new foot ware with a chuckle, exiting the store with the shopping bag.

He enters a new store that exhibits umbrellas, hats, and caps, stopping at in front of a wall of caps. Flamingo has worn a baseball cap over his blonde hair roots since the age of six years old at his first baseball team. He likes the feel of the cap keeping the hair from his face.

He slowly scoots down the wall and searches for a new cap to replace the old new which his part of his new college image, stopping in front of red colored baseball cap that holds an array of big, bold white tinted word on the front: Burn U. he lifts the cap with a nod and sees another cap in the color of dark green fabric with the word: Burn U on the front.

Flamingo collects four different baseball caps in the solid colors of red, black, dark blue and dark green with the letters in white hue on the front: BURN U. Each baseball cap will match the color on each one of his new Burn U T-shirts.

He will keep and wear each cap and shirt until he graduates college without purchasing another shirt for two calendar years.

He spins around and moves ahead toward the cash register with a smile purchasing the new items, exiting the store with more shopping bags. "I feel like a girl."

Flamingo moves back down the hallway and then stops, staring through the glass window, seeing the fitness equipment with a smile. He rushes down the hallway and enters the elevator.

At 12:43 pm, the elevator carriage stops at the eighth floor, Flamingo exits the elevator and rushes toward his hotel room, changing his current attire, modeling his new clothes in front of the mirror with a girly giggle. "I feel like, such a girl, prancing around in my clothes. But I look good."

He exits the bathroom and touches the new red tinted backwards baseball cap, removing the item, tossing onto the neat bed covers with the other merchandises. He quickly changes out of his new clothes into the ancient attire from high school days, wearing his new running shoes. He jogs in place on top of the carpet and tests the feel within the pair of new running shoes with a smile, "Feels good! The fit is fitness. My toes are comfy too."

He jogs toward the closed door and exits the hotel room, jogging with a soft sneer and a whisper around each slow-moving teen that eats a mobile telephone screen into their face. "I was once like that. Now, I am now."

He jogs in place and waits for the elevator carriage, entering the crowded carriage, running in place with a smile. Some of the guests grumble and grunt with an individual nasty comment. Flamingo is not fazed.

At 12:51 pm, the elevator carriage lands on the ground floor. The other guests quickly exit the carriage.

Flamingo jogs ahead and enters into the fitness center, starting with the first weight machine, working around the exercise equipment.

At 01:50 pm, he really tests his endurance and the new pair of running shoes, jogging around the in-door running track with a steady pace. He is not competing with a guests or breaking the hotel's running record. Flamingo is releasing all the penned up fury, hate, angry, and disgust that he holds for each one of his blood relative in volume of sweat and muscle.

He slowly paces down into a slow jog and then walks out his tired muscle without limping into a set of leg cramps, moving toward the showers. He enters the men's shower room with a chuckle and sees an array of naked males, deciding to shower inside his hotel room. He grabs a clean, dry towel and wraps it around his sweaty head and face, wiping of the sweat, exiting the fitness center.

He moves ahead with the nasty towel and a smelly body, hearing a growling stomach, turning into the hotel restaurant. He stops and waits in a long line of guests to place an order.

Each guest sniffs the air waves and then turns to see a sweaty Flamingo, dropping from the ordering line. The line of guests slowly disappears from view.

Flamingo moves up the counter with a smile and orders a sack of food and two beverages, eating in his room. He receives the items and pays at the counter, spinning around, exiting the hotel restaurant and enters the elevator carriage.

At 02:12 pm, he arrives back on the eighth floor and exits the carriage, moving ahead toward his room, scooting around the slow-moving teen with the mobile telephone with a smile. "I think I have passed you numerous times before, girl. Teens, they don't have a life."

He enters his hotel room and sits down on the arm of the sitting chair, quickly consuming the food, burping out a string of loud disgusting noises. "Cinco would be proud!" He exhales with a sad thought. "I miss Cinco. He's my favorite brothers." Flamingo rips off the dirty cloths and tosses each smelly item back down into the wall corner, entering the bathroom.

He cleans and dries a perfumed body, slipping on the hotel bathroom with a smile. "This is the place to get away from it all."

He exits the bathroom with a laugh and stops, standing in front of the three bags. He folds each new piece of clothing and places down into the first bag with a smile. He opens the second bag and peers down at a stack of thick textbooks in colorful covers. He reaches inside and places each textbook on top of the table surface with a grin. "I have purchased each college textbook for the next two years. No wonder my bag was heavy. I read through the syllabus for my third year or junior at Burn U. I will complete cell and developmental biology, microbiology, biochemistry, organic chemistry, anatomy and physiology science, and physics with calculus academic courses by the end of my junior year. I'm so excited. I don't know which college textbook to read first. Should is start with the letter of A for anatomy or the last letter of P for physics? I will close my eyelids and let my finger do the walking."

He closes his eyelids and rotates his wrist bone in the air, extending his index finger, touching the cover on one of the college textbooks and opens his eyelids. "A is for anatomy of the human body. O!" He sings in harmony and dances side to side with a laugh. "The toe bone's connected to the foot bone. The foot bone's connected to the ankle bone. The ankle bone's connected to the leg bone. The leg bone's connected to the knee bone. The knee bone's connected to the thigh bone. The thigh bone's connected to the hip bone. The hip bone's connected to the back bone. The back bone's connected to the shoulder bone. The shoulder bone's connected to the neck bone. And the neck bone's connected to my skull bone, where my smart brain lives. Yeah, man! Did you hear my song, College Professor, sir? I know my bone already," he laughs and whips out his mobile telephone, typing on the keyboard, reading the information. "The song Dem Bones is a spiritual song composed by songwriter James Weldon Johnson, who was born in the year 1871. Wow! That was a long time ago."

He tosses both arms and twirls around with a cheer, landing on top of the sitting chair, hitting the three bags. "Ouch! Something bit my hand!" He stands upright and leans down, peeking into the second open bag with a smile, "Awe! I got a nice present from someone." He pulls out the wrapped gift in dark blue paper which is square-shaped. Did I purchase myself a graduation present? I didn't recall doing that." He back steps and sits on top of the bed mattress, ripping of the blue paper with a smile. "This...this is a vintage style tan colored leather doctor bag which is fourteen inches long and nine inches in height. And...and the closing flap with the lock has a set of words." He gasps. "The flap is monogrammed in black hue with my name: Flamingo. This is perfect for my first doctoring class at Burn U School of Medicine," he laughs.

He lifts the monogrammed flip and opens the mouth revealing a set of medical instruments with a gasp. "Look at that! There is a set of real doctoring instruments inside the purse of the bag too. There's an electric blood pressure monitor." He places the cuff around his bicep and presses the button. The flat cuff slowly swells and measures his heart rate, performing a tiny beep, exposing the medical numbers. "I read 120 over 80. I'm a healthy boy," laughing.

He removes the cuff and places next to his leg on top of the bed covers, reaching down, pulling out each item. "Wow! There's a blue tinted rubber and metal stethoscope." He opens the bathroom and places the round disc over his naked chest, "Uoo! That is cold metal. I should have warmed it with my sour breath," he laughs and holds his breath, hearing his pumping heart. "My heart pumps loud and clear. He is alive," he laughs and continues to wear the stethoscope around his naked neck, pulling out the next item. "A pack of tongue depressors which is made of disposal hard paper," he opens the mouth and presses down his tongue, jerking it out. "No nasty green tinted germs!" He tosses the wet item toward the side wall, landing inside the trashcan. "Two points!" he laughs and pulls out the next items, placing on top of the bed covers. "A pair of small scissors, a box of alcohol swabs, and a dispenser of microspore tape without the spores. I have a mouth thermometer with a pack of disposal sleeves and a pack of urine testing sticks," he laughs. "And there is a set of pathology specimen bottles for each urine stick to hold and carry," He laughs, "Uoo! There's a patellar hammer to touch the knee kick reactions of the body," he bents his elbow and gently slams the hammer into the cartridge. His arm flings forward. "This is grand." He places the hammer next to the growing line of medical instruments and pulls out the next items with a smile. "A yellow tinted pocket mask for each sick person not to breathe on me. A pack of yellow examination gloves that match my new running shoes." he looks down into the empty interior with a grin. "Well, that's it! That's all my wonderful doctoring presents. Who give me the doctor bag?" he returns and stores each item back down into the interior pouch and then locks the bag, placing the bag on top of the college textbook.

He stands upright from the bed mattress and moves ahead, stopping in front of the open bag, diving both hands down into the darkness. He cannot find a card. He lifts and then turns the bag upside down. A small white card drops down and lands on top of the tan colored carpet. He squats down and snatches the card, reading the name with a gasp.

He stands upright from the carpet and back steps, sitting on the bed cover, staring at the small card: To: my smart and precious Middle Child. I love you, Flamingo. My hugs and kisses, forever and always, Mama!

He exhales with a set of mixed feeling of fury and hate, closing his eyelids. "She entered my room and found all of my college textbooks. I have purchased all the books on the day that we viewed the new apartment home. I ran back to the college bookstore and brought the books. She didn't know. But she entered my room and found the books, leaving my high school graduation gift inside the small bag. I didn't know if I was going to get a high school graduation present. I mean, she had provided everything that I needed or wanted, except for a steady girlfriend. And I don't want one of those now. I'm going to concentrate on college and medical school classes."

He exhales with annoyance. "Arie!" he tosses the card down on the carpet and then stands, stomping the card with a loud sneer and a pair of naked feet and then halts, exhaling with a set of calmer emotions. "Awe! I feel so much more happier right now," he leans over and snatches up the heavy and thick anatomy college textbook, scooting over the bed covers, climbing between the bed linens and exhales with annoyance. He closes the eyelids and deeply breathes, calming his rapid pulse, opening the eyelids with a smile. He looks down and opens the book, silently reading the first chapter that pertains to cells and tissues on the human body.

Sunday May 17th

City Hotel

(92 miles, south, from Lacy Springs)

Hot temperatures with light shower of rain and parted clouds

8th floor level

888 hotel room

10:31 am

The bright sunshine ray slowly moves across the carpet and then slams into the closed eyelids on Flamingo. He stirs side to side with a low moan and lifts a hand covering his sensitive pupils, yawning from the nice sleep.

He had read throughout the night, until two in the morning, learning about the human body, falling asleep with the book in one hand inside the comfortable bed. He turns to see the side table, viewing the alarm clock: 10:31 a.m.

He is not alarmed again and plans to stay at this hotel for another night.

Flamingo sits upright from the flat bed mattress and rubs his dirty face, inhaling with cool air, dropping both hands down into his lap. He slides off the bed and enters the bathroom, cleaning his face and teeth, brushing his hair and exits the bathroom in the nude.

He stops and stands in front of the bag, rummaging through the new clothes, selecting the dark green Burn U shirt and the matching baseball cap, pairing with the new set of light tan walking shorts, wearing his new pair of yellow tinted running shoes. His feet feel good inside the soft leather. He gathers his possession and spread each item into the limited pocket space with annoyance, "Hmm! My new trousers are pretty but short on pockets. I need to purchase another wallet, in case I run into another dumbshit pair of hoodlums," laughing.

He spins around and moves ahead, exiting the hotel room.

He moves down the same corridor and scoots around the same annoying teen girl, wearing a sour frown and closed lips, stopping in front of the elevator door.

A group of people is active this morning

The elevator door slide open. The carriage is filled with other guests.

Flamingo squeezes inside with the other guests among the grunts and moans.

The elevator door slides open.

At 10:37 am, the carriage stops at ground level. Each guest exits and scatters around the lobby.

Flamingo steps out and stops at the registration desk, waiting his turn, moving ahead with a smile to the registration clerk. "Hello! I am staying for another night. I would pay with cash. My room name is 888. My name is Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth."

The tall and slender male registration clerk nods with a smile and looks down, typing on the keyboard, reading out the amount on the computer screen. "Your hotel bill is 528 dollars and sixty-four cents plus the car parking of fifty dollars equals 578.65 dollars and cents, sir."

"All right!" he counts out the cash and hands to the clerk.

The clerk recounts and stores the cash for payment of the hotel room inside the draw and then hands Flamingo a paid receipt.

Flamingo scoots sideways and spins around, moving back toward the elevator carriage, entering the crowded carriage and lands down inside the underground garage.

He enters his parked car and slowly drives around an empty city street, looking for a food fast restaurant. "Well, I can't go the bank. I didn't have a bank card. But I have another one hundred dollars for another night at this hotel. I really need to find a new cheap-ass hotel. This one is draining my cash flow," he laughs. "I sound like my..." he frowns. "Whatever!" He drives down the unfamiliar road with caution. "Where are the cars or trunks or vans? O! Today is Sunday. I'm missing the church service. I always sing in the teen chorus with..." he frowns. "Whatever!"

He slows the speed and then pulls into the drive-through window, ordering and pays for a sack of breakfast food items and two cold beverages, rolling the car into the main roadway, passing the green tinted campus grounds at Burn U. He slows the pace and stares at his home for five years with a smile.

At 11:16 am in the hot temperatures with parted clouds of heated sunlight, a set of loud sirens pierce the late morning hours and as the row of rotating bulbs on top of a Birmingham police department patrol car flashes in colors of twinkling blue and white. The patrol car speeds up fast and then slows down the vehicle, pulling behind the rear bumper on Flamingo's sports car.

Flamingo sees the police car inside the rear view mirror with puzzlement and slows the speed, pulling into one of the empty vehicle parking at the Burn U campus and halts the car. He rolls down the window and sticks a face through the air waves, staring at the patrol car.

The patrol car door swings open and emits a police officer in a tan colored uniform, moving ahead and tosses both palms in the air, "Get out of your vehicle, now!"

The second police officer swiftly slides out the front passenger seat and rushes away with a stern face, grabbing his hand gun, pointing at the rear bumper on the sports car. He views the current car tag which contains a proper decal and then stops, standing at the front passenger seat on the sports car.

Inside the driver's seat, Flamingo turns and see the second police officer with a gasp and opens the door sliding out from the car, holding both arms in the air, "What! What did I do wrong, officer? I was barely driving down the roadway."

The first police officer is tall and slender with a head of black hair and dark skin, "Please move away from the car, sir!"

Flamingo scoots sideway away from the open door on his car and continues to hold both arms in the air wearing a puzzled brow to the first officer. "What did I do wrong? I was not speeding, sir."

The first police officer frowns. "Sir, you are under arrest?"

He gasps. "What! What for? What did I do?"

The second police officer hostlers the gun and moves ahead, inspecting the sports car, testing the doors. The side doors are locked. "This vehicle has been declared as stolen. You are driving a stolen car, sir."

Flamingo drops his hands and slaps his legs with a sour frown. "Geez, Louise!"

The first police officer says. "Sir, do you carry any type of identification on your person or inside the vehicle? I want to see it."

Flamingo laughs with a nod and points down to his pants. "Yes sir! I have a driver's license inside my pocket. May I retrieve it!"

The second police officer scoots around the car and then slides down into the driver's seat, killing the engine, leaning over and rummages through the glove compartment.

The first police officer with black hair nods to Flamingo. "Yes."

Flamingo retrieves and hands his driver's license to the police officer with a smile.

The second police officer exits the car and holds the registration card and the car insurance paper, moving ahead toward the first police officer and stops.

The first police officer continues to stand and examines the driver's license, reading out loud. "Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth, you live in Lacy Springs. What are you so far away from Lacy Springs and here in Birmingham?"

He outlines the shirt with a smile. "I am a future student here at Burn U. I start class on June, the first. I came in early to visit the sights and get familiar with the roads."

The second police office with red hair holds the items and reads out loud the information. "The car is registered to Arie Dunlap Balegreen McCory, who lives in Lacy Springs. The car insurance paper is provided to Arie Dunlap Balegreen McCory and Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth," he looks up with puzzlement.

Flamingo slams his chest with a smile. "She is my biological mother and owns the car. I am my mother's biological son."

The first police officer looks up with a frown. "Well, your biological mother has issued a warrant for your arrest. She said that the car is stolen."

Flamingo looks up and sneers toward the clouds, "Motherfucker!" He looks down and smiles at the two police officers. "Well, am I under house arrest? Are you charging me with a robbery or thievery or grand thief auto or something?"

The second police officer takes the driver's license and examines the documents together. "I don't understand this arrest warrant. Arie McCory is his mother. Breck McCory is her son. They both live at the same address in Lacy Springs. How can he steal a car, where he is authorized to drive? His name is recorded on the vehicle insurance paper that matches the sports car. I can understand why his name is not registered to the car. You have driven this car since you were sixteen years old, is that right?"

"That is correct, sir." Flamingo pulls out his new Burn U student identification ar. "O! I can add to the mystery, sir. I have already received my Burn U ID card and look at the rear bumper. I have already registered this car to attend college with the permission of my lovely mother also."

The second police officer looks over and sees the Burn U sticker for a college student and returns back to see Flamingo. "Why would your mother issue an arrest warrant on her own son?"

The first police officer laughs. "You made your mother mad, didn't you, kid?"

"All the damn time!" Flamingo nods with a laugh.

The first police officer nods with a smile. "Look! The warrant says to find the stolen car and arrest the driver. He is the driver. There is the stolen car."

The second police officer frowns. "But he is one of the authorized drivers on the car. I can't arrest a person that can drive the car. This arrest warrant is crazy."

Flamingo tosses both arms into the air and looks up at the clouds again, shouting out loud. "Fuck you, Mama!"

The first police officer frowns. "Son, you should talk like that about your mother."

He looks down with a sour frown to see the first police officers. "Why? She has fucked me over again."

The second police officer shakes his red hair with a confused brow. "The legal document is valid. The arrest warrant is crazy. What are we supposed to do here?"

The first police officer smiles with a nod. "The mother wants her sports car back. The sports car is stolen and will be taken to the police impound lot. She will be contacted and can come and collect her stolen piece of property."

Flamingo frowns. "What about me? What type of criminal charges has been filed against me by my asshole mother?"

The second police officer moves ahead and stops, sliding down into the picnic bench, pulling out his mobile telephone, typing on the keyboard.

The first police officer nods to the same picnic table and moves ahead in silence, sliding down onto the same bench seat with his partner.

Flamingo dashes sideways toward his car seat and retrieves his sack of breakfast food items, scooting down on the other bench seat at the same picnic table, spreading out the food and shares with the two police officers. He eats and chews the food, watching in silence.

The second police officer frowns down at the computer screen. "I do not see any type of criminal charges filed against you, Mr. McCory. But the police warrant states to hold you here at the Birmingham police department for questioning."

"They have found me. Shit!" Flamingo sips the cold beverage and then swallows. "Who is going to question me here at Birmingham police station?"

The first police officer looks down at the tiny screen and reads the same arrest warrant on his mobile telephone. "Some person named Sheriff..."

"Tommy Lee," Flamingo growls. "He is involved in my fake arrest too. His ass betta not come near me, ever, while I tote and carry my shotgun."

The first police officer looks up and sneers at Flamingo. "O! Have you been in trouble before with the sheriff's office in Lacy Springs?"

Flamingo smiles, "No sir! I have never been in trouble ever," he eats and chews the food.

He growls. "Then why did you steal your mother's car?"

Flamingo swallows the food and then laughs. "Up until four minutes ago, it was my car. Fuck you, Mama!" He eats and chews the food.

He snarls. "Son, are you actually cursing out loud your biological mother in front of my face?"

Flamingo swallows the food and then sneers. "Yes, my mother is the cause of my current predicament here in Birmingham," he eats and chews the food.

He smiles. "I love my mother. My mother could not possibility do anything to piss me, like you did to your mother, son."

Flamingo swallows the food and then smiles. "Well, you're a very lucky man. My mother performed the ultimate pissing off action that no other mother could top."

He frowns. "What did your mother do to piss you off, son?"

Flamingo swallows the food and then sips the beverage, nodding with a sad face. "O! My teenly story is very long and very sad."

The second police officer looks up from the screen on the mobile telephone and smiles at Flamingo. "Well, I would like to hear your sad tale. Because, if it is not sad enough, I might arrest your ass for disturbing the peace out here on a quiet Sunday morning."

Flamingo smiles, "The American Constitution's first amendment gives me the right to shout out loud any words from my mind including any curse words at my mother."

The first police officer with the black hair nods with a smile. "Yes sir! The American Constitution's first amendment gives you the right to speak your mind. But a set of Birmingham laws give me the right to invoke a criminal act on your ass if you continue to perturb my eardrums."

Flamingo laughs with a nod and then sips the cold beverage, smiling. "Then, I will accept your challenge, officer. I will tattle my sad tale in first person. The wording is more effective."

The second police officer laughs with a nod. "Go ahead and tattle, son! We have to wait for a tow truck to come here and drags the stolen car back to the police impound lot. We are all ears."

Flamingo sips the cold beverage and nods with a stern face. "Two weeks ago, at my house in Lacy Springs, the front door knocks. A seventeen-year-old pretty cunt-bitch stands in the archway with a three-month-old baby..."

The second police officer looks down and types on his mobile telephone. "What is your name, again, son?"

The first police officer looks down and types on his mobile telephone also. "I'm typing his name into the database right now. Are you a delinquent father with a pile of back child support payments?"  
Flamingo laughs. "No. I'm only eighteen years old. I graduated from high school two days ago. You will not find my name inside your police database, sir. Back to business!"

"Sawyer!" The first police officer looks up and smiles.

"Mangrove!" the second police officer looks up and grins.

"Berrington!" Flamingo laughs. "Quartet boss and leader, Austin Berrington uses that term. Well, the young teen mother claims the baby belongs to me. I turn and face my mother, claiming that the teen mother is lying and the baby is not my blood."

The second police officer reaches out and grabs some of the food with a frown. "Did you perform a paternity blood test? The laboratory result is very fast, safe and accurate."

Flamingo frowns. "My mother orders for me to take a paternity blood test for the baby. But I refuse."

The first police officer with black hair frowns. "Why would you do that, son?"

Flamingo nods. "I do not lie. I grow up telling the truth. I always tell the truth. The baby is not my child. I do not need to take a laboratory father-paternity test to prove my innocence here. My honest words should flow from my lips into her eardrums. My mother should believe her son over a cunt-bitch whore that she has never seen in her life."

The second police officer with red tinted cropped hair exhales. "That is a fact, kid. I cannot argue with the love of a mother for a son or the respect of a son for his mother."

Flamingo frowns. "However, my mother does not clearly hear my words. She falls in love with the baby, who happens, by chance, to look like me. The baby has blonde hair and blue eyes. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. My brothers have blonde hair and blue hair. The teen mother has black hair and brown eyes. Thus, the baby looks like the father. Since I refuse the father-paternity blood test, a court of law quickly ensures. There is a court hearing. My court hearing has a prosecution lawyer for the teen mother, a defense lawyer for me and a judge. I even sit inside the eye witness stand and profess that I am not the father, telling the whole truth. However, I..."

The first police office with black hair laughs. "That's a lot of 'howevers.'"

Flamingo laughs. "However, during the court trial of numerous nobodies and me, I could clearly see that the judge is going to label me, the father, even though I had professed to not being the father and not taking a blood test. I must tell you, that my mother is very wealthy woman, sir..."

"Yes," the second police officer laughs. "I had figured that one out. He drives a seventy thousand dollar sports car at the age of sixteen years old, not many kids can do that."

Flamingo nods with a smile. "My mother is also a generous lady to her sons. So my mother gives the teen mother her own house and a house full of furniture and baby furniture and clothes and food and stuff. Hey! That's the Christian way! And I refuse to marry the teen mother. I am attending college and becoming a medical physician. My mother will plan to pay the teen mother the monthly child support check which is against my will and my better judgment. Hey! It is her money, not mine."

The first police officer nods. "What happened in the court of law?"

Flamingo nods. "The court trial is vicious. The teen mother proclaims that I am the father. I proclaim that I am not. It is close to the end of the trial. Then my biological brother, who is going to become a lawyer, finds find the truth."

He gasps. "What is the truth here?"

Flamingo smirks. "Inside each ear canal, the earwax is designated as dry or wet. I possess wet earwax."

He frowns. "What does that mean?"

Flamingo smiles, "Stick our finger into your ear but do not break your eardrum. Then remove your finger tip and tell me what you see."

The first police officer sticks a pinky finger tip into his ear and then draws a plug of yellow goo, gagging in alarm, "Uoo! What is this?"

Flamingo smiles, "Every human possesses earwax that keeps the ear clean. You, sir, possess wet yellow tinted earwax. I possess wet yellow tinted earwax. My brothers and my mother and my father all possess wet yellow tinted earwax. Everyone possesses wet earwax except less than ten percent of the world population."

The second police officer holds a fingertip of wet yellow earwax also. "What does that mean?"

Flamingo smiles, "The baby possesses an ear of dry earwax, which is colored in white, flaky hue. Thus, his inherited earwax substance genetic trait came from the really unknown biological father. So, that bastard child is not related to me and is not my biological son with another's man's genetic trait," he laughs with the two officers.

The first police officer smiles, "Yeehaw!" he wipes the dirty finger down on his pants.

Flamingo nods, "Yeehaw! My brother has proven my innocent from an instant fatherhood situation. The judge dismisses my father-paternity legal law case. I leave my home town, and now, I live here. I will attend Burn U next month for college."

The first police officer nods with a stern face. "Well, that is a sad tale, kid. I am a male and I would be mad, if my mother didn't believe me over a girl."

Flamingo sneers. "I am still angry and mad, sir."

The second police officer nods. "For the love of your mother, you did not have to marry the teen girl, but you could have been a father still keeping the peace within the family."

The first police officer frowns. "Why should he do that? He told the truth. The truth is supposed to set you free, not bind you to an ugly girl," laughing. "If he had married that ugly girl, she would nag all the time about the kid. My ex-wife does that to me. You are not here. You didn't spend enough time with your two children. When are you coming? Nag. Nag. Nag. You save yourself a headache by not marrying that bitch."

Flamingo nods with a smile, "Thank you! Now, you understand my silly teenly plight. My mother is still mad also and has taken away my car. She believes, if I can't get around the town, then I will return back home. I will not surrender ever."

The tow truck driver pulls into the parking lot and stops, leaving the cab, working the chains on the sports car.

"Good show, kid!" The first police office stands upright from the bench seat with a nod. "Well, the tow truck is here. We must take the sports car from you per the stolen car police arrest warrant. But, you are not in trouble with the police or the law," he scoots backwards from the table and Flamingo.

"How will you explain the lack of my warm body?" Flamingo laughs.

"I'm taking a digital photograph of all your personal identification items on my cell phone. I will show our captain and explain the silly arrest warrant, coming from a crazy mother, who is mad at her biological son. He is a father of three boys. He will understand." the second police officer finishes the task and looks up, handing back the driver's license to Flamingo. "I gotta keep the registration card and the car insurance paper with the sports car. Good luck, kid!"

"Yeah, thanks!" Flamingo accepts his driver's license, without a car, and slowly stands upright from the bench seat, looking at his towed sports car. "Now, I don't have a car to travel around the town."

The red haired second police officer points to the rake of bikes. "You can take one of the solar bikes. That rack of metal over there holds a set of revved and charged solar bike that performs a putt-putt up to ten miles per hour, son. You can drive all around the interior city on that bike without the cost of gasoline or another police warrant," laughing.

"Wow! Thank you for the idea!" Flamingo spins around from the picnic table, moves ahead with a smile, and stops, standing at the bike rack, placing the used sack of food inside the wire front basket. He rolls out the green tinted bicycle backwards from the vetted slot and slides down onto the smooth black colored banana seat, touching the black tinted handle bars. The solar bike does not pedal but starts with a button. The bicycle barely roars with power.

Flamingo bounces up and down with excitement as he would rather putt-putt than walk in the heated sunlight. He flips the handler bar. The solar bicycle slowly rolls down the vanilla colored walkway, heading back toward the City Hotel. He laughs out loud with amusement. "Hit me again, Arie! Fucking bitch! I hate you, Mama! I will always hate you until the day that I die, bitch."

Lacy Springs Hospital

(93 miles, north, from Flamingo)

Hospital inpatient room

12:18 pm

Inside Arie's private hospital room, Breck sits on top of hard stool and holds her still hand, exhaling with a set of deep emotions of bright hope. He isn't crying but smiling. He leans down and softly voices into her smooth cheekbone. "Mama, this is Breck. But you can hear my voice. Mama, Flamingo is coming. I knew that I ran him off from here and you. But he's coming back here, maybe in a shiny pair of hand cuffs," he softly chuckles with a grin.

Cinco paces side to side with anticipation for the return of his brother Flamingo and stares at his mother, exhaling with a set of deep emotions of bright hope.

AJ sits on the opposite side of Arie on a similar hard stool and holds her still hand, staring at her face with a set of deep emotions of bright hope, softly whispering into her eardrum. "Arie, Flamingo is coming here to see you. He will tell you that he is sorry. Then you can wake up from your peaceful sleep. Then we will get married and go on a long honeymoon to anywhere in the world."

The hospital door swings open.

Tommy Lee stands inside the archway and wiggles his mobile telephone, saying with a smile, "Let's go, AJ! Flamingo has been arrested and is probably sitting inside a jail cell in metro Birmingham about fifteen minutes ago. The Birmingham police patrol had found his sports car coming from my APB and the arrest warrant.

AJ swiftly stands upright from the short stool with a smile and then leans down, planting a kiss on her forehead and pulls back with a smile, whispering to Arie. "I am coming back you're your middle child, Arie. Then everything will be wonderful again. We will marry and have a happy life. I love you, Arie!" He stands upright and scoots away from the hospital bed, moving ahead toward Tommy Lee.

Breck slowly stands upright and spins around, continuing to hold her hand with a smile. "Hurry back, Tommy Lee and AJ! We will be waiting."

Cinco moves ahead and sits down at the short stool, staring down at Arie. "Use your police siren and lights and rush there, get Flamingo, and come back, Tommy Lee. We will be here and waiting. Good fighting, AJ!

AJ spins around with a frown. "What did you say, Cinco?"

Cinco turns and nods to AJ. "Flamingo, he's going to be mad with fury that his sports car is gone and he's in jail. He'll start a fight, if he can win. You need to watch yourself, AJ."

Tommy Lee nods with a smile. "And I know and love Flamingo's flame boiling personality, too. And I'll taser his tail. Then he will ride lengthwise, instead of upright on the rear seat," he laughs with the others. "Stay cool, boys! We ride with style!" He back steps and spins around, racing down the empty hallway with AJ.

Birmingham Police Department

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

(94 miles, south, from Lacy Springs)

Lobby and front desk setting

01:01 pm

Tommy Lee rapidly drives the Lacy Springs police car at ninety miles-per-hour toward metro city Birmingham, which is a ninety-minute trip, arriving in the heart of the city at one o'clock in the heated afternoon. He parks his car inside the police department parking lot and slides out without locking the door, moving into the police station lobby with his new friend and Arie's fiancé AJ.

Tommy Lee stops at the high counter and flashes his police badge with a smile, staring down at the black colored hair roots on the female. "Good afternoon. I am Sheriff Tommy Lee from Lacy Springs. I am here to retrieve a prisoner, Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth."

The dark haired and older female police clerk nods with a smile and looks down, tapping on the keyboard and frowns at the computer screen. "I am sorry, sir. We do not have a prisoner with that name. Is the name spelled differently from the way it sounds?"

He frowns, "Why not? That boy was brought in here to this police station for stealing a car around high noon."

She looks up and smiles. "I am sorry, sir. I do not have a male with the name McCory here in the Birmingham police department computer system or inside any of the jail cells. Do you have the correct city?"

He exhales. "Yes, I am positive. This is the right place and space for teen McCory Can you check another part of the computer?"

She reaches for the landline telephone, "Sir, I will let you talk with our captain here at the police station."

"That's good enough!" He nods to her.

AJ leans over with worry into the cheekbone on Tommy Lee. "Flamingo is not here. Where is he? Did they take him to a real jail cell, Tommy Lee?"

Tommy Lee smiles, "No. Flamingo is a minor."

"He is eighteen years old. he is an adult."

Tommy Lee continues to whisper and smile. "No. Flamingo really didn't steal that car. We made that up. However, I had asked that the police department here in Birmingham to hold his ass for questioning from me. They should have done that."

AJ gasps. "They did not do that. Is Flamingo located inside another Birmingham jail cell? If Arie finds any of this out, she will divorce me."

He laughs. "You and Arie are not married yet, AJ."

AJ frowns. "Then she will marry me and then divorce me. She loves her three sons."

"And I love her three sons of a gun, too. All is well, AJ," Tommy Lee moves ahead and extends a hand to the police office. "Hello! I am..."

"Sheriff Tommy Lee," the uniformed police officer smiles. "Please, come this way and follow me. My police captain is ready for the meeting," he spins around and leads down a long hallway of dull beige paint with numerous framed and mounted faces of police officers.

"Thanks!" Tommy Lee moves ahead with AJ and follows the back spine on the officer.

AJ leans over with worry and whispers into the cheekbone on Tommy Lee. "What kind of horse shit is this?"

He laughs, "The best kind or kin!"

The police officer turns and spins around, pointing inside the open archway with a smile.

Tommy Lee turns with a nod and enters the office room.

The captain stands behind his office desk with a smile and points down at a row of two chairs, "Sirs, please sit down, gentlemen, for our impromptu social meeting."

Tommy Lee slides down into the car and leans back into the thin seat cushions. Something has changed his game plan with Flamingo.

Flamingo is a slick cat and has done or say something to change the situation his favor. But, Flamingo does not lie. He tells the truth. So, the truth will set you free. And defiantly and definitely, the truth has set Flamingo free.

Inside the police office setting, AJ slowly slides down in the provided worn leather chair and fidgets with nervousness. He had served in the US military on numerous dangerous battle missions which was worse than this one. But he is a civilian now and does not have the protection on his ass from the US Federal Government, only Tommy Lee, a sheriff of Lacy Springs.

The captain sits down and continues to stare at the two men.

The interior of his office holds a row of dark tinted sitting chairs against three side walls which is filled with an individual tan colored uniformed police officer.

The captain exhales and stares at Tommy Lee. "Sheriff Tommy Lee, I would like to thank..."

"Cut the crap, sir! Where is Flamingo?" Tommy Lee smiles and rubs his two fingers. "The young teen with the long name of Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth, is he here or not?"

The captain nods. "The young teen with the usual long name has not been arrested for any type of crime. This morning at 11:01 am, his sports car had been captured and impounded inside the police lot behind this building. However, there seems to be some question of the arrest warrant and the legal documents that the driver carried with his person," he nods to one of the police officers.

The police officer possesses a head of red hair and a handful of papers moves ahead from the wall corner and stops beside the edge of the office desk, spinning around to see Tommy Lee. He places a short stack of papers on top of the office desk and then stares down at Tommy Lee. "I will speak in the first person for clarity of the police force. I received the APB electronic beep yesterday at two o'clock. This morning, at eleven o'clock, my patrol car identified the stolen vehicle. I pulled up and stopped the car. The young driver did not resist arrest and surrendered the vehicle without incident. I could not charge the young driver with any type of crime. He did not steal the vehicle. His name is listed on the car insurance paper. He had presented a Burn U student ID. And the car has a Burn U parking sticker in his name, which has been verified by the university security office. Thus, I can understand that his mother is mad and wants her car back. But why have you gone to such lengths to harass a young male that has not broken the law or committed a crime? I am very suspicious of your police actions, sir. This is the big city of Birmingham and we do things different here."

Tommy Lee looks down and studies the papers, seeing copies of the car registration, car insurance, and Flamingo's driver's license, nodding with a stern face. He looks up and turns to see each face on the uniformed police officer.

The Birmingham police department believes that Tommy Lee is running a carload of illegal drugs through the teen or another illegal adventure, which is far from the truth.

So, another truth has been hidden from the nice police officers of Birmingham. Flamingo might have tattled his fairy tale to the police officers, but he had left out a very important piece of information.

Tommy Lee lifts both palms with a smile and stares at each police officer. "Look! This simple arrest situation is more than a mother and her son and a sports car. May I explain!"

The police officer side steps and sits down inside an empty chair on the wall, nodding to Tommy Lee. "I look forward to your explanation and it better be a good one."

Tommy Lee nods with a stern face. "Yes sir! Two weeks ago, a teen mother shows up at the home of Flamingo. You know him as Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth. No one back home calls him that long name. He is called Flamingo. So, the teen mother claims that he is the father of her child. Flamingo claims his innocence and also refuses to take a paternity test."

The captain gasps. "That is highly unusual. A laboratory paternity blood test by the father is fast, safe, and accurate. The teen male would have been cleared within minutes."

He nods with a smile. "That is logical for an adult, not for a teen male, sir. So, Flamingo's mother accepts the claim of a new grandson and tries to force her son to marry the teen mother and become the father to the baby. However, her son is smarter and refuses to marry the teen mother. So, the legal fatherly paternity court case ends up in a court of law there in Lacy Springs. However, the court of law is highly unusual also. And I would like to add here. Flamingo is one of three triplet brothers."

The captain gasps. "Then, one of the triplets could have donated his blood for the fatherly paternity test. The DNA would have matched close to one hundred percent to prove the baby was or was not a family member."

Tommy Lee nods with a smile. "Yes, another triplet brother from the same egg could have but did not donor a tongue spit or a blood prick or a penis sperm. The triplets are very tight and right and respect each other. That suggestion was brought up and then kicked into the outer space. So, the female judge, for kicks, allows a real court trial with a defense lawyer and a prosecution lawyer for each client, where the lawyers were paid big time monies."

The captain frowns. "That is also highly unusual. Why was this mental game allowed to play out in the court system?"

Tommy Lee nods "Flamingo's mother is named Arie. Arie agreed to the silly court trial in hopes that her son would understand the importance of becoming a father at the age of eighteen years old. At the court trial, the teen mother sits inside the eye witness box and sobs that she birthed the baby alone and poor and hunger and blob, blob, blob. Flamingo takes the stand and confesses that he had fucked the bitch on a teen date, but he is not the father. At this point, all the teens are inside the court gallery and no one inside the city limits believes Flamingo as he has refused to take the paternity test. When does refusal of anything equate into a trip of guilty?

"The court trial is winding down. Flamingo is sitting inside the eyewitness stand and explaining his young life away. Then his brother stands up and starts asking a series of medical questions. His brother is going to be a future lawyer. During the session of medical questions, the real medical pediatrician takes over the questioning and confirms the new discovery evidence: that the baby is not the son of Flamingo. The interior eardrum on baby contains particles of white tinted dry earwax, not yellow tinted wet earwax. Yeah, it is really silly conclusion, but the absolutely medical truth. The entire court room cheers in loud claps and whistles.

"However, Flamingo is not happy and very mad at the entire town, his two brothers, and his mother. He scoots out the eyewitness stand and stomps out from the courtroom. Not before cursing out this biological mother in front of the entire town, which is quite ugly and inappropriate for a teen ass. No one chases after Flamingo and his fury either.

"His mother Arie is very upset and crying. She had arrived at the courthouse with her fiancé AJ, who sits next to her. Then, Arie is given the car keys from her other son and dashes out the courtroom door, entering his big ass jacked-up pickup truck, driving ahead. She crashes into a two-hundred-year old oak tree. Part of the tall, heavy tree top lands on top of the man-made metal rooftop which hits down into her skull. Now, Arie is in a coma inside the hospital, since last Thursday afternoon. Flamingo did not know at first. Then he came back home and saw his mother through the glass doors inside the hospital refusing to talk with her..."

"So," the captain gasps. "You had rigged the arrest warrant to capture the young teen ass and bring him back to see his mother, who is in the hospital. I can sympathy with your situation, Sheriff Tommy Lee. But you have manipulated too many parties here with that foolish stunt."

"No!" AJ stands and exhales. "You do not understand. There is more to the medical story." He sits down. "I am Arie's fiancé, if we can get her healed and talking and walking again. And I can say with honestly. I was the person on the outside, looking in. I could feel the range of Flamingo's teenly emotions. Hell! I was like Flamingo. I could have been in Flamingo's situation also. And there was not a paternity blood test back then," he laughs with the others. "Flamingo was expressing his right as a male. Who gives the right for the female to only benefit, when a baby is born? If I remember correctly, it takes to two to tango," he laughs with the others. "A man should have the right to reject his own blood. I do not mean to murder his blood. Modern times, a woman has numerous options, if she does not want her baby. I emphasize the 'her' part. She made that decision, sometimes, without the father. So, the mother should be forced to live with her consequences of that baby."

One police officer nods. "I gather from your speech and your attitude that you are not a father of a child."

AJ nods. "No. I had served most of my life in the US military."

"USA!" A second police officer cheers with a smile.

"But, this is the modern time, so the father is forced to live the rest of his life with her outcome, a baby. In this situation, the teen mother showed up on the door step when the baby was three months old. Flamingo wasn't given a choice either way, but he won anyways. Bully for him! I can't say that his biological mother has won here. Arie is in a coma in the hospital. A comatose patient can, sometimes, awaken from the sound of a loved one's voice. Arie has triplet sons. Two of her triplets have talked to their mother, without successfully wakening her soul."

The captain frowns. "That is a medical myth. It could work, but it is not full proven medical fact."

AJ nods. "Her two sons and I found a physical sound link that made her hand twitch a little off the bed sheet. Arie is communicating with us. When we played a country musical song, her hand twitched. When we played a rock and rock song, her hand twitched. When we played the voice greeting of her missing son Flamingo, her hand twitched. No one outside stimuli has achieved that type of physical results, since she has been in the coma. No one can explain the medical condition of a coma. But, the set of rock and roll musical songs are only played and listened by her missing son Flamingo. When Arie heard the rock and roll musical song, she reacted. She is waiting for her third biological son. Flamingo is the key to healing his mother. He tossed his cell phone out the window, disconnecting all vocal communication. He drove away from Lacy Springs, vanishing from her life. He only came back to collect his high school diploma to start college. Flamingo has pretty much told everyone to fuck off and stay out of his life. Well, that is fine and dandy for Flamingo. And all of us will honor that. However, we did set up the arrest warrant with an honorable intent for the life of his mother and my fiancé. Once Flamingo talks to his mother, as she is waiting to hear his voice, there might be a chance that she might awaken. We are willing to take that risk and chance for her. So, we were hoping to take Flamingo back from here in Birmingham while screaming and yelling to Lacy Springs, and then twist his arm, without breaking it, for him to yell or shout or whisper into his mother's face for her hope of life."

Each police officer nods with a stern face while some wipe off a tear of sadness.

AJ exhales. "Look! If you wanna arrest someone, you can arrest me. Tommy Lee worked under my direct order. I can go to jail as long as Tommy Lee is freed of this thing, Captain."

The captain nods with a smile. "No one is going to jail. We understand..."

"And we wanna help," a new police officer moves from the wall corner and stops, extending a sliver of paper to Tommy Lee, saying with a stern face. "I am one of three siblings. If my brother did not help our mama, I would beat the shit outta of his ass too. This is the current hotel address for your misplaced teen, the City Hotel. We had collected the information freely, after we had pulled the stolen car over and interrogated the young man. So, I am not breaking any privacy or other shitty government laws. Flamingo is a very cool and very friendly young teen, but his mother deserves more from the baby that she birthed. Good luck, gentlemen!"

"Thank you!" AJ stands upright from the chair and extends a hand, taking the sliver of paper, shaking the hand.

Each police officer quickly shakes a hand and offers a wish of good luck to Tommy Lee and AJ. One points to the hotel for easy directions, which is on the same city street. Each officer exits captain office setting.

The captain nods in silence without a hand shake.

Tommy Lee and AJ dash away from the office setting and the police building, yelling with cheers, entering the police car. He drives directly to the crowded outside parking lot at the City Hotel.

City Hotel

(Four miles, east, from police station)

Hot temperatures with scattered clouds of bright sunlight

At 02:01 pm, Tommy Lee and AJ exit out from the police car and quickly stroll through the busy lobby, entering the elevator carriage, arriving on the eighth floor.

They advance toward room number 888.

Tommy Lee pounds on the closed door. The hotel door opens and reveals the face of a surprised maid "Hello!" Tommy Lee gasps in shock.

AJ smiles and scoots around the stunned maid. "Hello! Hi there! I stayed here last night and left my cell phone somewhere in here in this hotel room. Can I come in and look around and find my cell phone? Thank you!" The hotel maid turns around with a gasp and stares at the older husband man, not knowing what to do.

Tommy Lee quickly enters and scoots around the stunned maid, barging into the room, scanning the scene. The television plasma is powered down. There is no radio music. The window curtains are opened. The bathroom is dirty and has been used by a guest. The bed mattress is messy and has been slept upon by a person.

AJ moves ahead and stops, standing by the small table with the two chairs. The eating table is dirty and has been used by the guest. The trashcan is filled with boxes of fast food restaurant which stinks. He quickly scans each wall and then the floor, gasping with alarm, kneeling down and touches the pile of clothes. "Tommy Lee, he was here. Look around and pick up anything else that belongs to Flamingo. I found his dirty clothing and I am taking the dirty pile with me." He gathers up the pile of dirty clothes and stands upright from the floor, moving around the room without seeing another item from Flamingo.

Tommy Lee searches the open wardrobe closet and then dirty bathroom, seeing used towel and used toiletries items. "He was here. Now, he's gone. Damn! He knew we were coming to get him too. You are slick, boy! But I'm the best hunter here." He exits the bathroom and collides into AJ. "Are you finished searching, AJ?"

AJ cuddles the set of smelly clothes with a frown. "Yes, I found his pile of old clothing but nothing else."

Tommy Lee nods. "Okay! Let's go downstairs and ask the front registration desk, if Flamingo left an unpaid bill or something without the money payment. If he has an outstanding hotel tab, I can legally pursue his ass and find him faster."

AJ exits the hotel room with a laugh. "Yes, let's investigate that new angle."

Tommy Lee follows behind AJ with a smile. They enter the carriage elevator. The carriage lands on the first floor. They exit and then stop.

AJ turns and hands the smelly pile of clothes to Tommy Lee. "Let me handle this with the front desk at the hotel. You hold the old clothes. You are wearing your police uniform. The registration clerk will get suspicious. We just explained our asses to the local police once. I don't wanna do it, again, twice," he laughs. "As a matter of fact, get back into the police car with the pile of smelly clothes, I'll be right back."

Tommy Lee takes the pile of smelly clothes and spins around to face the entrance doors, exiting the hotel building.

AJ moves ahead and stops, waiting in line with a fake smile, moving up to the counters. He fiddles with his mobile telephone and a paper map, wearing a worried brow. "Hello! Hi there! Can you help me please?" He fiddles with the phone and the map. "I...I'm looking for my son at this hotel. Well, I think my son is at this hotel. I hope my son is at this hotel. He said that he was in room number 808. He is a new college student. But, no one is answering that door. Can you check? Can you see if my son is here?"

The male registration clerk nods with a stern face and types on the keyboard, "Yes sir! Don't worry! What is the name of your son?"

AJ smiles, "Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth, yeah, it's a mouth fill. My wife loves her father and two brothers."

The clerk read off the screen. "Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth was in hotel room 808. He checked in Saturday morning at eleven o'clock and then he checked out this afternoon at twelve-thirty. I am sorry. He has left the building," he looks up with a stern face.

AJ frowns. "That's okay. He obeys his mama. His mama told him to get another hotel room closing to the Vester Hills..."

The clerk smiles, "The city is called Vestavia Hills."

He nods. "That's it! So, he obeyed his mama. Thank you! Does my boy own the hotel any money? Did he pay the hotel room? I don't wanna any trouble for him here. We are a good family and pay all of our bills, sir."

The clerk looks down and reads out loud the amount. "Your son is a good son. He paid the entire balance in full and with cash money, totaling 1,156.28 dollars."

AJ gasps and then fakes a smile. "O! That's good. That's great. My boy is a good son. Thanks so much. Bye, now!"

The clerk nods. "Good luck, sir!"

He spins around with a fake smile and moves toward the entrance doors. "Yeah, thanks!" He exits the building and moves ahead to the parked police car, sliding down into the front seat with a sour frown next to Tommy Lee.

At 02:31 pm, in the parking lot, inside the police car front seat, Tommy Lee turns and frowns at AJ. "Well!"

AJ turns and nods. "Flamingo checked out at 12:33 pm today from City Hotel. When did that arrest alert for his sports car come into your police station?"

"The arrest alert came in at 12:01 pm."

AJ nods. "Flamingo had just encountered the patrol car. Then the sports car was taken from him and impounded at the police station. So, he rushed back by on foot and checked out of his hotel room. And he paid in cash for the two nights which cost one thousand dollars. Where did he get one thousand dollars? I thought he was cash strapped and was living inside his car."

He turns and scans the surrounding buildings, city streets, and numerous people with a pair of trained police officer eyeballs. "Yeah, where did he get one thousand dollars for two nights of hotel rental? That's a lot of cash for a teen. And he is hotel jumping. What hotel did he move toward next? And he is moving on foot. He does not have a car. He does not have bank card as it has been stolen and not replaced. And he cannot rent a car for traveling away from the Burn U campus grounds. Flamingo is still around here. He is bouncing from hotel to hotel."

AJ frowns. "Based on the pile of smelly clothes, he has ditched his usual appearance. So, where did he get money to buy a set of new clothes and rent a five hundred dollar-per-night hotel room and eat boxes of fast food? All of that takes money. Or did he steal the new clothes, the food?"

Tommy Lee leans over and starts the police car with a sour frown. "No. I do not think Flamingo steals. I think we need to head back home to Lacy Springs and seriously question Breck and Cinco," he slowly exits the parking lot and drives over the unfamiliar road toward the interstate, sneering with annoyance. "Something is not right here. If Flamingo had been penniless and homeless and foodless and parked his stolen sports car inside a shady spot within any shopping mall parking lot, then the two police officers from the patrol car would have taken Flamingo into the police station and then and questioned his motive. Then I would have been called in to come and collect a runaway penniless teenager like we had planned. However, that plan did not work out. Flamingo was not arrested for a crime or a runaway teen. And he is still free to roam around the city and paying with cash for shelter and food. Breck and Cinco betta have some good answers here. I almost got my ass handed back to me by the Birmingham police division from my silly law enforcement stunt." He veers the police car towards the winding ramp and then flies onto the flat gray tinted interstate, pressing down the lights and siren, and speeding back home to Lacy Springs.

Birmingham Hotel Plaza

(Four blocks, northwest, from City Hotel)

Hot temperatures with scattered clouds of bright sunlight

Swimming pool setting

02:33 pm

Inside the gray tinted beach lounge chair at the new hotel setting, Flamingo slams the roaming multi-colored rubber beach ball back toward the swimming pool and then sips the cold bottle of beer, playing with a group of cute female teenagers, who bob up and down on the shallow side of the hotel pool.

He had checked out from City Hotel at 12:33 pm and then sat on top of the solar bicycle with his three bags of new clothes and college books, performing a putt-putt down the end of the parallel street and found a new hotel building.

He is worried that his two brothers and their friend Tommy Lee will show up and try to kidnap his body, taking Flamingo back home to see his mother Arie for some strange reason.

Flamingo does not have a single word to say with his mother and does not want any interaction with his mother. He is happy here. The sun is hot. The teens are hotter. And he is having fun without studying for a test or fighting with a brother or obeying his bossy mother or grandmother. Flamingo is a new man and has changes his wardrobe and his attitude.

He is free to do as he pleases. Yeah, he is still mad about the sports car, but the car belongs to his mother, not his person. He has enjoyed the car for two years, but he can afford to buy a vehicle with his money, next week.

Today, he is playing in the heated sun with the row of cute teen girls, without a kiss or a promised date tonight. He is eighteen years old and is concerned an adult with adult worried regarding an underage girl. He will wait and inspect the eighteen-year-old college girls.

He finishes the beer and lifts any arm. The waitress comes over and winks at Flamingo. He tips her with a twenty-dollar bill and grabs one of the tall cold bottles of beer. The waitress spins around with a smile and pays the beer with the twenty-dollar bill from the cute male and then keeps the change as her generous tip. Flamingo sips the beverage and then hits the beach ball back to the row of cute teens, smiling in the heated sun. "This is the life."

Lacy Springs Hospital

(93 miles, north, from Birmingham)

Hot temperatures with scattered clouds of bright sunlight

Hospital inpatient room

3:38 pm

Inside the hospital room, Breck sits on top of hard stool and holds her still hand with a smile, leaning down, softly voicing into her smooth cheekbone. "Mama, Flamingo is coming. He is on this way right now. I think he will be here in a few more minutes. Flamingo will speak to you. Or I will break his arm, but it won't hurt tough-ass Flamingo. Then he will say, he loves you, and he will apology for making you cry. Then he will kiss your cheek. Then you will awaken. Then we will be a family again," he exhales with hope.

Cinco sits on the opposite side of Arie on a similar hard stool and holds her still hand, smiling with happiness, whispering into her eardrum. "Mama, Flamingo is coming here to see you. I know he loves you. He is really sorry for everything. He is mad. You are mad. So, both of you can make up and be happy again. I want my happy family back," he exhales with hope.

The hospital door swings open.

Tommy Lee storms into the hospital room and yells out loud, "What in the hell...?"

AJ enters the room and stands in front of Tommy Lee, shoving the sheriff from Arie. "Not here! Take it from here and in the hallway."

Cinco slowly stands upright from the short stool and turns, staring with a puzzled brow at Tommy Lee. "Where's Flamingo?"

Tommy Lee back steps with a sneer from the room and stands outside the hospital door, staring at Cinco in silence.

AJ spins around and thumbs back over a collar bone, wearing a stern face. "Flamingo is not here with us. Cinco and Breck, we need to ask you some questions. Come outside the room! I do not want to disturb Arie," he spins around and exits the room.

Inside the hospital room, at the bedside, Breck slowly stands upright from the short stool and turns to see Cinco with puzzlement in silence.

Cinco moves away from Arie and storms ahead with a sour frown and a sneer, heading toward the open archway. "Where's Flamingo? Flamingo has to come here. Mama can't be moved. She has to hear his voice. Then, she'll wake up," he exits the hospital room.

Breck spins around and chases after Flamingo, exiting the hospital room.

They move down the empty hallway and advance toward the side wall, where Tommy Lee and AJ sit on top of one of the gray long sofas, bumping heads with a set of secret words.

Cinco stops first and sneers down at the black colored hair roots on AJ. "Where's Flamingo?"

Tommy Lee stares down at the floor in fury. "Flamingo ain't here. Are you deaf or blind, boy?"

"Enough, Tommy Lee!" AJ shakes his skull with a stern face and points to the loveseat on the side wall. "Grab and pull that love seat in front of us."

Breck reaches out and pulls the loveseat in a parallel pose with the long sofa, sitting down with silence confusion. Cinco continues to stand and growls in fury at Tommy Lee.

"Sit down, Cinco!" AJ exhale and frowns. "Listen! Flamingo is not here. But, before you yell or fight with at me or Tommy Lee, you must read the story."

Cinco sits down and stares at the face on AJ and the brown hair roots on Tommy Lee.

AJ nods. "This is summary form. The story does not matter. It is the list of questions that needs to be addressed next. We arrived at the Birmingham police station. The sports car was impounded. Flamingo was not arrested. The captain and his fleet of smart cops had figured out our slick illegal phony fake arrest plan. Tommy Lee was handed his ass on top of a silver platter for breaking numerous police protocols. Flamingo had told half of the story to the arresting police officers. We finished his storyline. Then the police department provided us Flamingo's new place, a hotel room. Flamingo had paid with cash and moved his person to a second hotel, where he had paid with cash again. His hotel bill for two days was fifteen hundred dollars."

Cinco gasps. Breck stares.

AJ nods. "Flamingo has also purchased a new wardrobe of clothes. And the trashcan was filled with fast food boxes. So, Flamingo is not starving either. We got into his old hotel room and grabbed a pile of old clothing with his vile-worded shirts and old pair of dirty cargo pants. So, Flamingo knew that we would come looking for him. So, he has changed his clothes and has jumped to a third hotel somewhere there near Burn U, after the police encounter and losing his car," he exhales. "Now, why does Flamingo has pockets of excessive amounts of cash? The working theory was that Flamingo ran out of money or held very little cash. His bank card had been stolen and he could not pay for another hotel room. So, he was living in his car like a homeless person. I wanna point out fifteen hundred dollars is a lot of money to pay for a hotel room. And he paid in cash money. I pretended to be his father. The clerk verified the receipt and payment of money. And he is not starving for food and now dresses nicely, probably."

Breck frowns. "I don't know."

Cinco looks down at the floor and then whips out his mobile telephone, typing on the keyboard, viewing the tiny screen, "Geez! Look at this, Breck!" He leans over and shows his brother the information on the screen.

Breck looks down at the screen with a gasp and then looks up to see at AJ, returning back with a confused brow to see the screen, pointing at the mobile telephone. "Well, I don't know how. But Cinco has brought up his bank account. The amount of money is 250,000 dollars."

Cinco nods. "Last week, my personal bank account contained one thousand dollars for me to use and my mama to replenish."

AJ nods. "Well, I can explain. The triplets turned eighteen years old in the month of April. Arie had told me that she was signing papers to transfer more money into each bank account for your college expenses. She does not want to manage your money. She wants you to learn and manage your money. Thus, each bank account has been loaded up with 250,000 dollars. That amount is the limit the federal government pays you, if the US economy crashes like it did in the 1929 Stock Market crash which is an old and outdated law. So, we have the answer to question number one. Flamingo has a bank account of 250,000 dollars which is unlimited funds for an eighteen-year-old college student."

Tommy Lee looks and shakes his skull at Breck. "How did he get enough cash from Friday night, when his bank card was stolen to pay one thousand dollars for his personal hotel bill on Sunday morning? The banks are closed today."

Cinco looks down and types on the tiny keyboard, viewing the tiny screen with a stern face. "I'm going to find that answer. I pulled up my personal bank account. It says here. My daily cash limit on my personal bank account is three hundred dollars per day. So, I can withdraw that amount out from the cash machine. But, I can go into the bank to the teller counter and receive one thousand dollars in cash per day from my personal bank account. I didn't know that. Did you know that, Breck?"

Breck whips out his mobile telephone and types on the tiny keyboard, reading the screen in silence. Then he types some more and then stops to read the screen in silence. He stands upright from the loveseat and turns, dashing back down the hallway toward Arie, entering into her hospital room.

Inside the hallway, on top of the long gray tinted sofa, AJ frowns. "Damn! Well, now, we know. Flamingo does have an unlimited supple of cash money. He can run and hide anywhere in Birmingham. It would take a fleet of men and cars to find him. I don't know..."

"I do know this." Cinco nods. "Flamingo can travel by foot, only so far, even in his new clothes. This is the month of June. The weather is sizzling hot. No one ventures outside, unless you're prepared to work outside. He might have more cash money, but he does not have a credit card or his bank card that can provide more freedom of movement. He can't get that far. When we traveled down with our mama, she became lost numerous times within the city. Flamingo does not know where to go, unless he studies the geographical street maps. And he ditched his cell phone like a dumbass," he laughs with the others.

Cinco smiles, "So, Flamingo is alone and lost. He has to take a taxi cab which is more money going around the city. The city of Birmingham is not a typical metro city. The streets are confusing. The businesses around Burn U are small Mom and Pop stores. So, if he wanted to buy a car or rent an apartment, he would have to take a taxi cab, which is more money and more time, and then live within one of the other suburban type residential places, which is more money too. So, time is against both of us. I believe that Flamingo will stay put and wait until college starts. He will go to the university and try to get a dorm room. He can do that and might get lucky. Some of the kids back out and then there is an available dorm room."

"We need to find him now." AJ frowns.

Tommy Lee frowns. "Flamingo does not have a car. But he can go and buy a car with an electronic wire transfer for thirty thousand dollars on Monday morning at nine o'clock when a car dealership opens with a bank institution. He has his own money in the bank."

Cinco nods. "Then, we need to get back down there before Monday morning at nine and find his ass floating around the hotels and the Burn U campus."

AJ nods. "How do we do that, Cinco?"

Breck returns back and stands beside the loveseat with a smile. "I have hit the internet with my cell phone as I am not a dumb shit," laughing. "The center location of City Hotel near Burn U has identified ten more hotels, where Flamingo can be hiding out or running inside. I agree with Cinco. Flamingo has limited amount of money and no time. He is going to sit still and wait for June, the first, which is the first day of college class. Then he will try to find a dorm room with another college student, until he buys another car. He wants to start college more than buy a car. So, Cinco and I go down to Birmingham, this time. He will be looking for AJ and can spot Tommy Lee from a mile away with his walk and his talk and his manners. But we can walk around the city streets like a couple of lost new Burn U students. Then we go into the other ten hotels and find Flamingo."

Cinco frowns to Breck. "How are we going to find Flamingo inside a hotel with fifteen stores of room?"

Tommy Lee smiles, "Well, you can stake out the lobby setting for hours. Flamingo will eventually come out from his room and walk around in the sunshine for a while. Flamingo isn't the type to sit inside a room with four dark walls, if the hotel has a swimming pool. Wait! Flamingo will there be at the swimming pool in the hot sunshine and drinking an illegal beer."

Breck nods with a smile. "Or I can pretend to be Flamingo and walk up to the registration desk and ask for a duplicate key as Flamingo has lost his set."

Cinco frowns. "How can you do that? How is that possible?"

Breck removes his boots and then wiggles his naked toes, lifting up one of his pants leg, plopping the red tinted baseball cap ass-backwards over his hair roots and forehead and winks at Cinco. "Who do I look like?"

Cinco laughs, "Flamingo! You look like Flamingo."

Breck smiles and removes the cap and slips back on his boots. "We're triplets. We all look alike from the same zygote."

"Hey! I retrieved a pile of Flamingo's old stinky clothing from his abandoned hotel room. Each one of you should wear his old clothing as you track him down. He will go mentally brain death, when he sees both of ya'll dressed like him." AJ laughs with the others.

"Yeah, that's a great idea. Let's go right now! Ten hotels stand around the Burn U campus grounds. He has rented a room in two of them already, so that leaves only eight more hotels to investigate, which takes two minutes. Eight times two equal sixteen. We can find his ass less than fifteen minutes. I bet," Cinco laughs with Breck.

"No!" Tommy Lee stands upright from the sofa and shakes his hands and his skull, looking down at his wrist watch, returning back to see Breck and Cinco. "The time is after four-thirty in the afternoon..."

Cinco frowns. "There's plenty of daylight to drive down to Birmingham, find Flamingo and bring him back here. Mama will be awake before sunset. The sun falls down at eight o'clock."

He nods. "Yes, I know that. However, the drive is ninety miles from here to Birmingham. Do not get a speeding ticket, Breck. You carry around a set of hand guns inside the truck. And that is Arie's truck, not yours. That's how we got his sports car. Now, Flamingo is walking around in his nasty flip-flops. Driving the speed limit will take you ninety minutes to reach the outskirts of Birmingham. Then you must slowly drive around to find the first hotel, which is another fifteen minutes. Then the time is six-thirty in the evening. Yeah, the sun shines brightly. But this is a Sunday night. Working people eat and go home by six o'clock, because Monday is a working day for the working class. You are a pair of Burn U students, which is true. However, Burn U is closed between the spring and summer sessions. If you are really a waiting student to start next session, you will be sunburned and drunk in your room by five o'clock, not entering into the lobby announcing a lost hotel key.

"The hotel security guard team looks for things like that, in a world of thievery and robbery around every city street corner. If you enter a lobby and announce you lost your key, then the clerk can't find your name. The clerk will report you for suspicious activity. Then the hotel security will take both of you in for questioning on their private property. Once you can't remember the hotel floor of your room or explain something different that doesn't fit, the security guard team will think that you are pair of hotel thieves and have you arrested and booked for that same charge. And AJ and I can't come down the same police station and pick you up. Then AJ and I will be sharing the same jail cell," he laughs with AJ. He nods. "So, both of you traveling down to Birmingham tonight is out of the question. Now, go home and wash Flamingo's dirty clothes for tomorrow's play. Leave out from here at seven o'clock and eat at one of the fast food restaurants. You can watch the traffic flow and see if Flamingo picks that place to eat. Based on the dirty contents inside the messy hotel room trashcan, Flamingo eats out a lot. The hotel restaurant food meals are very expensive. Room service is also expensive and very slow. Flamingo has limited amounts of cash during the day, until he can go to the bank Monday morning at nine o'clock to withdraw more cash. Now, park inside the crowded parking lot away from the entrance door at your first hotel and wait inside the truck, so Flamingo can't see the truck. And see if Flamingo comes out first, then you can snatch him from the pavement, but don't hurt this face, so he can talk or moan to Arie," he laughs with the others. He smiles. "However, if you don't see come outside Flamingo first, then ya'll go inside the hotel lobby and act like a pair of silly high school teens, talking on your cell phone, laughing loud, strutting cool, not really listening. Then, the front desk registration clerk at each hotel will perceive you as a pair of dumb shit new college students, who really did lose their hotel key card," he laughs with the others.

AJ nods. "Once you find the right hotel, what are you going to do?"

Cinco laughs. "Barge into the room and then hog-tie Flamingo! He won't escape from us, right Breck?"

"Right, Cinco!" Breck laughs. "Is it okay for us to dress alike?"

"Yes, that will complete the dumb shit student persona for the front desk registration clerk," Tommy lee laughs.

Breck frowns. "What about driving our mama's truck? Am I in danger of getting a ticket with her hand guns?"

He nods. "I would remove the hand guns tonight from her truck for safety. Drive underneath the speed limit! You'll be fine."

AJ nods. "Do you have money? Do you need anything from me?"

Breck nods. "No. We have money. I'll top off the gasoline tank later this evening."

Tommy Lee nods with a stern face. "I really hate that my arrest plan went to shit. Flamingo outsmarted me. He's a real asshole like his father. But AJ and I can't come with you on your hotel mission. The entire Birmingham police department knows our faces and our farts. So, we are sending you out alone and unarmed. However, AJ and I are going to go and sit inside my office at the police station at seven in the morning. Arie is fine here. She has been here, since Thursday afternoon. The medical staff is trained and knows what to do. They have been checking on her every hour. You know that. Now, you, two call me on my cell phone or AJ, if there is a problem down there in Birmingham. Then, AJ and I will come to the rescue. How does that sound? And go and look inside my police car in the trunk. The door is unlocked. Flamingo's nasty pile of clothes was there. Please, take them!" He laughs.

Cinco nods. "It sounds like we got a plan. I'm ready to roll for tomorrow."

Breck nods. "We need to leave. We got lots to do before tomorrow morning. "Thanks, Tommy Lee! We really appreciate all of your help and police advice."

Tommy Lee leans over and hugs Breck and then Cinco, pulling back with a nod. "I have known ya'll, since a tiny tick. Me and your daddy were tight as two thieves, when we were two wild ass teens. I promised your mother that I would watch over each one of you, if something ever happened..." he exhales. "I never break my promise."

Cinco nods. "Thank you, Tommy Lee!"

AJ nods with a smile. "I'm staying here with Arie. You, two go and get ready for your day trip tomorrow. If you need anything, call Tommy Lee."

Tommy Lee nods. "Yeah, call me!"

Breck back steps and faces the elevator door. He doesn't need any of his possessions from the hospital room for the trip. If he is not success in finding Flamingo, Breck will need these possessions as he will be living in that hospital room with his mother Arie.

Cinco nods to each man and back steps, facing the elevator door, moving ahead with his brother Breck, exhaling with worry and hope. He wonders if the emotions of worry and hope do not cancel each other out as he tries to find Flamingo tomorrow morning in Birmingham. He frowns. "How hard will this be to pretend to be college students and trace down Flamingo in eight different hotels, Breck?"

Breck stares at the closed elevator door. "You start the laundry washing machine and clean Flamingo's clothes. I will go and get gasoline for the tank and then start removing each gun from mama's truck. I have money. We need to bring snacks and cold beverages. It's going get hot as hell tomorrow afternoon. I don't wanna time hunting down food, when I wanna hunt down Flamingo. So, after the laundry, go and pack up the coolers with food and beverages." He stops with Cinco and stares at the closed elevator doors while wondering with worry and nervousness.

Cinco stares at the closed elevator door too. "I'll start to scout out a layout of the first to last hotel, so we're not running around in the heated sun. Maybe, we'll get lucky and find Flamingo at the first hotel."

He nods. "I really hope so. I really wanna beat the shit outta of his ass, but can't. So, we need to bring a set of thin raw rope to tie both of his ankles and wrist bones. I do not want him escaping out from the truck or here in the hospital parking lot, without talking to our mama first."

Cinco smiles, "Me, either!"

At 04:04 pm, the elevator door slides open. The carriage is empty. They enter inside. Cinco reaches over and presses the button for the first floor, standing upright and stares at the rear wall inside the carriage, "If Flamingo is success with our mama, what then?"

He frowns at the rear wall also. "We turn Flamingo loose and fancy free. If that boy wants to live without us, then so be it. I don't give a shit. Flamingo has caused enough trouble here."

Cinco frowns. "Well, Flamingo didn't really cause any trouble here. But his attitude toward our mama is unacceptable. Mama fell in love with that cute baby. But, our mama should have been more open minded like me and you, Breck. You found that medical piece of evidence that saved Flamingo's ass. How did you find that, Breck?"

He frowns. "It was luck. I was bored and tired of the silly fake court trial. Then I was frustrated with Flamingo's hired and highly paid arrogant lawyer. That bitch did nothing to help Flamingo. That was her client and she didn't even believe her client, even with the pile of mama's money. I just started reading through all the available reports from the prosecution team. I really was trying not to think about Flamingo as a father. He...we are too young for fatherhood. As my mind concentrated on each report, that was useless, I found the earwax one. I started reading it and then realized there were two types of earwax. The internet article explained that most people possess wet earwax, which is yellow tinted and sticky. The damn DNA report showed the earwax from the baby was dry. Common sense told me that wet and dry are not equal. They are opposite."

At 04:08 pm, the carriage stops. The elevator door slides open into the lobby. Cinco and Breck exit the carriage and move across an empty lobby with bright sunlight.

Breck nods. "His lawyer didn't even read the set of genetic medical reports. I was afraid to show Toluene the genetics medical report. She would blow it off and then blow Flamingo's only chance of getting out of the fatherhood thing. So, I stood up from my chair. I didn't know if the judge would object or what. I'm not a trained or licensed Alabama lawyer. So, the judge allowed to me talk out loud. Then I questioned Flamingo. Then our medical pediatrician came to the rescue. I'm glad that he was listening to my speech and the medical information. He was truly the one that took over and proved Flamingo's innocence."

At 04:09 pm, they exit the building and advance toward the illegal parked police car first inside the parking lot within the heated day with bright sunlight. They split apart and meet at the rear trunk on the police car first. Cinco stops and reaches down, opening up the trunk lid, looking down into the floor with a smile. "Naw, Breck! You came to the rescue for Flamingo first."

Breck leans down and exhales a heavy breath, frowning down at the dirty pile of stinky clothes. He leans down and grabs the pile, standing upright with a stern face. "I saved Flamingo and then I almost killed our mama. I didn't think our mama would start my truck and drive ahead. She can't see over the engine hood without a pair of clear eyes," he back steps from the open trunk bed with a worried brow and spins around, moving ahead toward the empty hospital parking lot.

Cinco reaches up and slams down the trunk lid on the police car, spinning around, moving ahead with a smile. He pulls up beside Breck and moves ahead toward the white pickup truck that belongs to their mother Arie. "Mama loves us, equally, Breck. Her other son was hurt and mad. She had to find Flamingo to make her feel better. That's what a mother does."

Breck stops and stands by the passenger door, holding the pile of stinky clothes. Cinco reaches over and opens the door. Breck tosses the pile of dirty clothes toward the center of the bench seat, back stepping, spinning around in silence.

Cinco climbs inside and shoves the pile of dirty clothes closer to Breck. Breck arrives and opens the driver's door and climbs behind the steering wheel, starting the engine. Cinco seats in the front passenger seat and stares at the hospital building with a stern face, "Look! All of that is the past. Yesterday is gone. Today is here. Tomorrow, we find Flamingo. I always look forward to tomorrow, because it will be better than today."

Breck slowly drives ahead around the parked vehicles with a sour frown, "Yeah!"

Monday May 18th

Birmingham Plaza

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

Veranda entrance

09:43 am

Flamingo slowly strolls through the entrance door and holds a sack of cold food and an empty cup of ice cubes, wearing the newly purchased pair of sunglasses. He wears a black tinted Burn U T-shirt, the backward black tinted baseball cap over his long blonde hair strands, a pair of tan colored walking shorts, a pair of yellow tinted running shoes and a face and body of sweat.

His selected hotel is further away from the row of fast food restaurants, which would have been faster, if he had owned a car, but he does not.

He had loaded onto one of the solar bikes at the street corner from the metal rake and then performed a putt-putt down the end of the long street through heavy traffic to the first fast food restaurant for a breakfast meal. He had paid for the sack of food and then sat down onto the solar bike. His selected bike had not been recharged by the free sunlight.

Within the metal rake, each vetted slot links to a metal plug on the front tire.

Some stupid idiot had not jammed the bike back into the slot improperly. Thus, his selected bike did not crank back up with the free solar power. And the rest of the metal rake was empty without an additional powered solar bike. So, Flamingo had to huff it on foot three city blocks in the blistering morning heat back to his selected hotel.

Inside the lobby, the cold air-conditioning matted the sweat to his face, neck and arms. He slowly strolls toward the elevator door and stops, waiting on the carriage. He slurps on the last taste of sweet tea for a dry tongue, making a funny noise.

The elevator carriage opens with a crowd of people.

He enters and spins around, shouting out loud, "Floor eleven, please!"

The door closes shut. The carriage lifts up to the next floor.

At 09:48 pm, the carriage lands on the 11th floor.

Flamingo moves ahead and fumbles for the hotel key, stopping in front of the closed door, sliding the key down into the slot. The little light does not turn green for open. He frowns. "Shit! They say bad things happen in threes. I can't find a food place. I can't find a transport. I can't enter my suite. Boom!" He slides the hotel flat electronic key again. The door slowly cracks open. Flamingo shoves the door open with his foot and stands inside the open archway, blinking form the bright sunlight.

Inside the bright and cool air-conditioned room, Cinco stands in front of the long set of dark colored curtains, so Flamingo cannot miss his smile. He wiggles the paper book near his smile. "Flamingo, you fuckingly bastard, you stole all of my paper novels about the Quartet from my private bedroom."

Flamingo stands in the open archway and gasps in shock at Cinco. "Shit! How in the hell did you invade my hotel room? Why...why do you look me? Why are you wearing my old shitty clothes? I left..." he turns and stares at the wall corner. "No. This is a different hotel."

Breck stands at the edge of the bed mattress and then reaches up with a laugh, touching the backward baseball cap on his skull, where Breck looks like his brother Flamingo. He giggles with a silly grin. "Do you remember me, sweetheart? I lost my hotel key..."

"Fuck!" Flamingo stares at Breck and rears back his arm, pitching the cup of ice cubes at Breck, hitting the vile dirty word on the red colored tee shirt. Breck continues to stand and gasps in alarm, looking down at the wet, cold mysterious liquid on his shirt in shock.

At the open archway, Flamingo rears back again and tosses the sack of food at Cinco. The food flies out and hits Cinco in the face, the chest and the leg. Cinco fumbles both of his hands to protect his face at the sets of mysterious items, catching the one food item and smashes with his fingers with a sneer.

At the open archway, Flamingo uses the clever non-violent diversion and spins around with a laugh, leaving his hotel room, racing ahead down toward the exit door in his new pair of yellow running shoes. He has planned an escape route, in case, his two brothers or AJ shows up here in Birmingham, like right now.

Inside the room, Cinco races ahead from the rear wall and dark curtain with a snarl and shoves Breck toward the open door. "We blew our cover. Go and get him! Flamingo is getting away."

Breck exits the room first and stops with Cinco, looking for Flamingo.

At the end of hallway, Flamingo slams open the exit door and runs down the step of concrete stairs, nicely sticking a foot onto each slick concrete step, laughing out loud.

"There! He's going through the exit door." Cinco points and races ahead down the hallway toward Flamingo, passing Breck, reaching the exit door first.

Inside the concrete vanilla colored ascending stairwell, Flamingo continues down the winding stairwell.

On top of the stairwell platform on the eighth floor, Cinco swiftly rushes down each step first and chases after Flamingo with a set of sneers. Breck follows behind Cinco in a pair of flip-flops also.

At the bottom of the flat stairwell, Flamingo hits the exit door with a laugh and exits the hotel the building, quickly racing ahead, crosses the dangerous busy city street, dodges the stream of horning car and run onto the Burn U campus grounds.

Inside the stairwell, Cinco and Breck slowly stomp down the same concrete steps and chase after Flamingo with a set of sneers, exiting the building and halt. They turn and look for Flamingo.

Cinco spots Flamingo and swiftly races ahead, crossing the busy city street, scooting around each rolling car while chasing after his brother.

At 09:55 am on the Birmingham University campus grounds of manicured grass in the heated day, his pair of flip-flops hits the slick grass on top of the Burn U campus, tripping over his feet with a gasp of alarm. Breck follows behind Cinco and then trips over his brother, tossing both arms in the air, controlling his upright balancing act.

Flamingo spins around and points at his two brothers, laughing out loud with amusement, back stepping in his pair of yellow tinted running shoes.

On top of the slick grass, Cinco dashes ahead and tosses off each flip-flop, racing on a pair of naked feet, slamming into Flamingo. They collide, tumble down and roll on top of the nicely manicured green grass, shouting out loud with sneers.

Cinco yells. "You are coming back home with me, Flamingo!"

Flamingo sneers. "No! Go away, Cinco!"

"Flamingo, stop it! Come back with us!" Breck captures his balance and then dashes ahead with a sneer, falling down on top of Flamingo, slamming a fist into the exposed chest. He hits the chest cavity of Cinco by mistake.

"Ugh!" Cinco grunts out loud and gasps for breath, covering his guts, resting on top of Flamingo.

Flamingo rests on his back spine and kicks out one yellow tinted athletic shoe at a time, punching at Breck, hitting air. Breck continues to jerk side to side with a laugh. Flamingo pitches a folded fist and hits rib cage on Breck.

Breck tumbles sideways and then lands on top of the Cinco. Cinco reacts and tosses both arms and legs into the air, hitting at Breck and the air waves with confusion.

A loud siren of whistles and a rooftop of white and green lights twirl on top of a police car and as the vehicle swiftly steers ahead toward the flat, manicured lawn at Burn U campus grounds.

Flamingo crawls ahead on his hands and his kneecaps with a smile over the manicured grass and from away from the stationary heap of arms and legs that form his two brothers, swiftly standing upright from the ground, racing toward the metal rack of solar bikes. He collides into the tiny exhibition and reaches down, jerking one out and presses the button, rolling the powered bike over the smooth concrete. He sits down on top of the solar bicycle, bouncing up and down in laughter, gliding the machine around the opposite side of large red brick building that stands in front of the manicured green colored grass and the walking vanilla colored sideway. Flamingo disappears behind the building from the naked eyeballs from the campus police officers, laughing out loud with amusement.

The campus police patrol car skids to a stop over the smooth gray parking lot pavement. Two doors open. A pair of older and overweight police officer dash ahead and then stops, standing over the lump of Breck and Cinco.

The older and fatter campus police officer waves a hand with a sneer. "Get up from the grass, boys! What are ya'll doing out here? The Burn U campus is closed for the spring session."

The second old and less fat campus police officer leans down and grabs a waving arm on Breck and then grunts out loud without lifting the young teen male from the grass. He stands upright with a sneer of angry. "Stand up, teen! Who are you? Stop fighting! Get up! You are both under arrest for distributing the peace here on the peaceful Burn U campus."

Cinco and Breck rolls over the grass and then struggle to stand upright, standing apart from each other and exhales with heavy breathes while staring at the two police officers in silence.

The older and fatter campus police officer points at the teens with loud laughter. "Look at the cute set of twins! Who are you? Gimme some identification here!"

Breck reaches down into one of the pockets with a worried brow and pulls out his driver's license and his new Burn U identification badge without speaking, handing to the first police officer. Cinco copies the same movement and hands the items to the second police officer.

Each police officer studies the items in silence.

The lead police officer points at the two items. "It says here. Are you're from the city of Lacy Springs? So, do you start Burn U classes this summer?"

Breck nods. "Yes sir!"

Cinco nods. "Yes sir!"

The lead police officer nods. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. But you, boys are in some trouble here. Why are here on the grass? The buildings are dark. The students are gone. The professors are not here."

Breck clears a throat. "We were getting familiar with the campus university grass and grounds, sir. We don't live here in metro city of Birmingham, sir."

Cinco nods. "We were playing around with our biological brother. He was acting silly. We just followed him with his silliness."

The first police officer frowns. "Where is your brother?"

The second police officer points with a laugh. "Yeah, I saw another one over there. That one left ya'll behind for the terrible punishment."

Breck gasps. "What terrible punishment?"

The first police officer points down at the grass. "You should not be here. The campus is closed. Now, you go and get into the rear set of the car. We gotta run your names in our police database. I hope ya'll are a pair of druggies or thieves. Then we will get more terrible punishment."

Cinco turns with a sour frown and moves toward the parked police car in the colors of purple and white, which are the theme colors for Burn U. Breck turns with a deep sigh and follows the back spine on Cinco.

At 10:08 pm, on top of the vanilla colored walkway, behind the row of tall red bricked coated college buildings, a set of individual persons slowly stroll over the same walkway, going to work or hunting for a plate of food during the lunch time meal.

Flamingo continues to slowly putt-putt ahead and sits on top of the charged solar bike, steering over the smooth vanilla colored walkway and then slows the speed, halting the machine. He slides off and stands upright on the concrete, walking the machine into one of the slots inside the metal rack, where the bicycle absorbs all of the sun rays for free.

He stands behind the bicycle and stares down the walkway with a laugh, looking up, scanning the new part of the town. He spins around and enters a new diner, sitting inside the farthest booth, watching the row of glass windows.

Cinco and Breck will never find him as they are sitting in the rear of the campus police car for disturbing the peace and perturbing the two campus police officers at the Burn U campus.

Flamingo had read about that common violation among the rowdy students inside the college student handbook, after he had been accepted into Burn U.

At 10:21 am at the Birmingham Breakfast eating restaurant, inside the diner booth, an ugly old waitress with a tone of pale skin and a head of brownish-gray colored hair appears and then smiles down at Flamingo, placing a glass of cold water in front of her new customer.

"Thank you! Please, bring me a plate with a hamburger, fries, a chocolate milk shake and a piece of pecan pie." The waitress writes down the order and smiles at Flamingo, spinning around, leaving his booth. Flamingo leans back against the leather cushions with a smile and then whispers with a confused brow. "What's wrong with Breck and Cinco? I ain't part of the family anymore. Breck, personally, tossed my ass out of the family club. What do they want? I don't' know. I have my own life now. I'm single and smart and rich. I wanna be left alone. Period!" He sips the water and stares out the glass window with an active mind while watching the busy people in a busy world move ahead.

At 10:22 am, inside a blue and green tinted Burn U police car, in the rear seat, Cinco and Breck McCory sit together. The police car stands inside an empty parking lot with two police officers in each front seat. Breck and Cinco wear a set of handcuffs and whisper into each other's nostrils.

Cinco frowns. "What is wrong with Flamingo? He acts like he ain't part of the family."

Breck whines. "We are in trouble here. And all you can mouth spit about is Flamingo."

Cinco smiles, "Naw. Tommy Lee will get us out. That's why he and AJ have stayed in Lacy Springs."

In the front seat, the front and back vents on the police car blows a stream of hard, cold air-conditioning into each face. Each police officer sits in the car seats.

The first police officer types on the laptop computer on the dashboard. "I don't see an arrest warrant on either one of the teens. They live in the two of Lacy Springs. Where is Lacy Springs?"

The second police officer types on the laptop computer in his lap, reading the information. "It's a small cow town north of us."

The first police officer sips the cold beverage and then frowns. "We need to call the police station there in Lacy Springs and see if these two boys are in trouble up there. If they are in trouble, then we'll hold them here. Then the local police officers from the local police office can come and get them from our new sets of jail cells."

The second police officer smiles, "And if they aren't, then we'll taken to our new set of jail cells and call Birmingham police."

In the back seat, Breck whines. "This huge school violation could get me kicked off the football team. I have a scholarship."

Cinco frowns. "Shit, Breck. Each one of us is worth three hundred million dollars. We are a trust fund baby. Do you know what that term means? We don't have to go to college or a get a paying job or play on the college football team."

He continues to whine. Well, I wanna go to college and become a lawyer."

"What about Flamingo?"

He frowns. "Forget about Flamingo!"

Cinco exhales. "We are here to collect Flamingo. He has to help our mama. That is more important than your scholarship, your money, and your school violation, Breck."

Lacy Springs Police Station

(90 miles, north, from Burn U campus)

Hot temperatures with light rain

Private business office

10:23 am

The office space is small with a long light colored office wooden desk against the rear wall. each wall is half painted in dark blue and wooden panels in dark brown. The painted wall contains rows of framed and mounted personal photographs with Tommy Lee and his police officers, family members, and childhood friends. His personal business office is an extension of his personality which is filled with love, hope, and happiness.

Tommy Lee sits behind the office desk that holds a black tinted laptop and a gray tined business telephone landline inside a worn, ratty brown office chair and wears a smile, staring at AJ.

AJ sits in a worn and ratty brown colored chair, talking with the sheriff, worrying about Arie. "What is your personal interest in Arie?" He lifts his palms with a nod, dropping them down and slaps his legs. "I only ask as I am not a native of Lacy Springs. I have barged into the town and I like it here. But you seem to possess a very personal quest for Arie."

Tommy Lee nods with a smile. "We graduated from high school together like a lot of teens here do. Her deceased husband, Breck Freehurst Balegreen, Junior was my best friend. We both joined the military the day, after his wedding. We went through boot camp and then graduated as a pair of soldiers. Two orders came down from Redstone Point for a pair of foot soldiers on the base, an easy assignment and a quiet life. I wanted to go. Breck wanted more adventure and challenge. So, we separated. We went our different way. Breck ended up with you in the paratroopers. Breck loved the military and his wife Arie. Arie moved with Breck down to the Florida. I served my two years in the military life there in Huntsville and got out, taking a lowly police officer post here back home. I missed my hometown. I loved the quiet and safe life. I love my hometown. So, I started low and now in charge of the entire town. I had learned as a military soldier danger comes in big and small packages. I wanted to protect my town and my people. I am in the right spot.

"I had really lost touch with Breck as he had lived away and started his new life with his new family. Then a few years later, Arie had returned back home with her three little boys. Each boy is the spitting image of Breck, Junior. Almighty God works in strange ways.

"I had been promoted quickly in my police job and became in charge of the outskirts on each farm. When Arie had moved back, I had appeared again. I talked about the 'old' Breck. She talked about the 'new' Breck. Don't be fooled, AJ. She is a strong woman raising her three kids and working that farm. I watched over Arie here like Breck is doing from heaven. Everyone tells that each son has some of Breck, Junior personality. No way! Flamingo, he is the son of Breck, Junior. When I see Flamingo and his reckless teenly behaviors, I smile. Flamingo reminds me of all the good times that I had with his father. His father liked a fast car, like Flamingo. His father made a set of good grades like Flamingo. His father enjoyed dressing in the same gear every day, like Flamingo. Yes, Flamingo is the duplicate of his father. Breck carries that stiff, serious attitude. He gets that from his dead grandfather McCory or Breck, Junior's father as told my father. Breck's father died when Breck was conceived but not born.

"Cinco is the fun one with the mellow and grounded personality. That teenly behavior comes from his Grandmother Reese. I heard that she was swinger and a fun girl during her teen years, before she married down-to-earth Jarvis. So, I was instantly drawn to Flamingo and saw all the same similarities, like I had seen in Breck, Junior. Thus, I become a little overprotective over Flamingo rather than the other two. But, they are triplets. You get the whole package, remember that, AJ?"

AJ nods with a laugh. "So, why didn't you pursue Arie, after his death?"

He smiles. "I love Arie like a little sister. We all hung around together in school classes and at school functions. But, she was Breck's girl and my little pseudo-sister. You don't marry your little sister. I was the youngest of three siblings, living the wild time as a teen. Breck, Junior, he calmed me down and showed me that life was more than drinking beers, killing birds, and racing a fast car. I own Breck, Junior a lot. I was really sad to find out that he had died. Arie and I enjoyed sharing out past together. That's it. Now, you and she can share the future together. That's what she needs. And I am happily married."

AJ gasps in shock. "I am so sorry, Tommy Lee. I didn't see a wedding band on your ring finger. Please forgive me!"

He smiles, "Forgiven and forgotten! I do not wear a wedding band. Early in my police profession, I ran across a bad guy that would kill only a married police officer. So, I talked with my married spouse, we agreed that my finger would remind naked for my life and our love."

AJ nods with a smile. "Thanks for sharing your personal life with me. I'm a former military man. Now, I have settled down and hope to become a good future husband for Arie and try to be a good future step-father to..."

At 10:24 pm, inside the police reception setting, on the front desk, the landline telephone rings.

The short and overweight female police dispatch sits at the desk and answers the phone. "Good morning to you! Lacy Springs Police Station, how may I direct your call?" She listens to the voice at the other end of the landline and then gasp. "Sir, I will direct rightly to the office of Sheriff Tommy Lee. He can answer all questions about that matter. Please hold on!" She leaves the desk and runs into the office with panic. "Tommy Lee, Breck and Cinco have been arrested by the Birmingham police. The police officer is on the phone for you."

"Thanks!" Tommy Lee nods to the police dispatch. "Ring it in here please."

She nods and exits his office, returning to the front desk, sending the call to Tommy Lee.

Inside the office, he leans into the cushion on the ancient chair and lifts a finger to his lips with a nod to AJ for silence. He presses the speaker phone button for both of them to hear. He shouts out loud with a smile. "Hello! This is Sheriff Tommy Lee. How can I assist you, this afternoon, sir?"

The rough voice says through the speaker phone, "This is the Burn U campus police department. We have arrested a couple of teens here on the campus for disturbing the peace. I wanna know if you know the two boys. They claim to be students here at Burn U. The driver's license with one name is Breck Freehurst McCory."

Inside the Lacy Springs police office, Tommy Lee grins. "Did you notice the Roman numeral at the end of the name, sir?"

The voice says from the speaker phone, "Uh! It shows the number three. The other one shows the number five."

Tommy Lee smiles, "Yes, that is correct. Between the number three and the number five, the number four lies in-between. That other rowdy teen on the Burn U grounds is their triplet brother who is named Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth."

"O! I see that. That makes sense."

Tommy Lee smiles, "I am really sorry about the horse playing from the triplets. They got lucky and received a sporting scholarship to Burn U. Lacy Springs High School won the Alabama High Class Football Champion title up here, last year."

"You don't say!"

Tommy Lee smiles, "Yeah, I do say. And Cinco is a star defensive lineman on the Burn U football team. His brother Breck is a star kicker on our football team, too. So, you are holding a pair of All-stars football players from the Alabama High School Championship game in the rear seat of your campus police car, sir. This fall season, they'll help carry Burn U to their next college national championship. So, you should ask for an individual autograph, before they become too popular. You know how the university likes to control their football players from the press and the peoples. Your grandson would love it."

"Yeah, my grandson would love the autographs of two famous Burn U football players."

Tommy Lee smiles, "Well, you have captured two of them right there. Are you going to process their crime there at the Burn U campus? Do I need to come down and defend my two country citizens?"

"No. The campus is closed now. The summer session starts in June."

Tommy Lee grins. "Well, Cinco and Breck are all scheduled to start the summer session in June. They must enroll to play on the Burn U football team and help win the seventh national college championship for the great State of Alabama, of course. I hope this tiny violation does not interfere with their football scholarship, sir."

The voice on the speaker phone laughs. "No! We take football and the football players serious here at Burn U."

Tommy Lee nods and winks to AJ, "Excellent, sir! We do up here in the tiny cow town of Lacy Springs also. That is very nice to hear, sir. Do the two boys need to pay a fine of money or something, before you release them back into the wild? I can send up a check from the Lacy Springs police department right now. Our check is good for the money."

"No sir! We won't charge the two future Burn football players with any type of crime. I mean the weather is hot and heated up here. Everyone enjoys running around for fun. That's no harm. So, there no crime or any exchange of money. But thanks for the gesture, sir."

Tommy Lee nods. "Well, thank you, sir. I enjoyed meeting a fellow police officer, who also quickly resolves a police manner with respect and honor."

"Me, too! We are releasing the two teens. But they should not be horse playing around the Burn U campus until the doors open for classes."

Tommy Lee nods with a smile. "I concur with your wise advice, sir. Please inform the two teens of your advice. They are trained to obey the grow-ups. And I promise that they will not making any trouble, until it is on the football field, sir."

The male voice laughs through the speaker phone box. "I will do that. So, enjoy your day, Sheriff!"

"You, also, sir!" Tommy Lee reaches over and clicks off the button, laughing out loud.

In the chair, AJ nods with a smile, "You're slick!"

"Thank you!"

The mobile telephone sings out with a country song which is located on top of the wooden office desk. Tommy Lee reaches over and picks up his personal mobile telephone, swishing the icon. He holds the screen on his cheekbone with a worried brow. "Breck, is that you?"

He listens to the one-side conversation coming from Breck.

Tommy Lee frowns and relays the information to AJ. "Damn! Flamingo, he got away. Not good! Look, we tried today and failed. We will capture him on the first day of college. You can't miss him then. We know that he is running on campus. So, come on back home from Birmingham now, before you get into real trouble down there. Then, I can't get you out of or the trouble will kick you out of college."

He listens to Breck.

"No. Don't go back to Flamingo's rented hotel room. Yeah, Flamingo might be there chilling in the bathroom toilet. But, that room is paid and rented by Flamingo. He can legally and quickly get the hotel security team to arrest your asses, which is more trouble for me and you. Come on back home! That's an order!"

He pauses and listens to Breck.

"Don't worry! Almighty God is on our side. And do not drive the truck fast. Obey the speed limit. We will re-group at the hospital room with Arie. Bye, Breck and Cinco," he drops the mobile telephone with a frown and disconnects the call. "Damn! We were so close. Flamingo is a pistol. He really is the smartest of the three brothers."

AJ nods with a worried brow. "What do we do now, Tommy Lee?"

He nods with a stern face. "We pray to Almighty God, Brother Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and all of our heavenly angels for a miracle, AJ."

AJ drops his chin down into his chest and closes his eyelids, silently praying for both Arie and Flamingo.

City of Birmingham within the US State of Alabama

Birmingham Breakfast and Lunch Diner

11:15 am

Inside the same diner booth, Flamingo enjoys the food and cleans his plate with a loud burp, slapping his chest with satisfaction. Whether on the run or sitting in the chair, he is always hungry. He whips out his wallet and slowly counts out the money. "I got one thousand and four hundred bucks plus some odd coinage left inside my wallet. Running away from home is expensive," he laughs. "So, I need to check out of my current and new hotel room and rent at another new hotel building, really cheaper one. O well! I can continue to withdraw one thousand dollars-per-day, until I run out of money while hopping from hotel to hotel, before Cinco and Breck catches me." He looks up and stares through the glass window, whispering for his eardrums only. "This game is so stupid. Breck and Cinco were here to surprise me, because they want me to return back to the hospital and see Arie. I saw Arie there at the hospital, the other afternoon. Why does she wanna see me? Why do I wanna see her? I don't wanna see. O! She is awake and has demanded to see me. No!" He continues to stare out the window and shakes his nasty backwards baseball cap, whispering for his eardrums in fury. "Go away, Arie and Breck and Cinco! I wanna live my own live with my own life. I'm older enough. I'm staring college in two weeks. Wow! That's a long time without a friend or a brother or a mother."

The waitress returns back with a fake smile and stands at the booth table, staring down at the nice red colored backwards baseball cap on Flamingo. "Sir, do you need anything else. Have you finished eating your lunch, sir? Good! I'll take that set of dirty dishes from you, sir."

Flamingo looks over and smiles at the older waitress. "No ma'am. I'm full. Could you please bring me the check?"

She slips the paper check over the surface and nods to Flamingo. "Thank you for coming! Please come again. You can pay at the cash register in the front."

"Thanks!" He nods with a smile. She spins around and wobbles ahead back with armful of the dirty dishes, heading into the kitchen. He continues to stare at her older body and then frowns with sadness. "Arie is lucky that she is pretty, healthy, and rich. Or she could be waiting on tables like that woman. Or I could be waiting tables to pay for college courses also. I think it is time for me to go and see Arie. I don't have much to stay but she can do the talking," Flamingo pulls out money from his wallet and places the cash on the table, reaching inside the wallet, pulling out more money for the elder waitress. "Someone deserves to be happy today." He scoots off the bench seat and moves ahead, stopping at the cash register, paying his food bill.

The elder waitress returns from the kitchen with a wet cloth to clean off the table with the young teenager, who is probably a poor college student. He is dressed poorly but has good manners. She stops and leans over, snatching the stack of twenty-dollar bills from underneath two empty glasses of liquid with standing ice cubes with a gasp. She quickly counters out the individual dollar bills that total 200 dollars and spends around to see the back spine on the nice teenager that has left her a fortune of money.

In front of the diner, Flamingo quickly exits the diner without seeing the waitress and whispers for his eardrums only with a smile. "The Bible says to give charity deeded anonymously and not ask for a public advertisement announcement either." He continues to stroll around and walks off his full stomach. "Giving back to a stranger makes me feel good! I'm going to do that more often."

Birmingham Hotel Plaza

Veranda setting

11:45 am

A few minutes later, Flamingo arrives and then halts underneath the veranda parking section in front Birmingham Plaza Hotel, surveying the parking lot with parked vehicles. "I don't see Arie's white tinted truck or AJ's black tinted pickup truck or one of the tan colored farm trucks with our farm logo. I wonder if Breck and Cinco are back inside my hotel room to surprise me again. Well, I don't have a car. So, I gotta ride back home with them to see Arie. I wonder what she wants. Well, I won't find out standing here in the heat."

He enters the lobby and takes the open carriage, riding it toward the eighth floor, where his rented hotel room stands.

At 11:49 pm, Flamingo moves off the elevator carriage on the eighth floor with a smile, turns down the hallway carpet of black and red dizzy swirling geometric lines, and then stops with a gasp. He slightly stands inside the open archway within his rented hotel room and surveys the commotion.

Inside the hotel room number 888, there is a pod of upright individuals standing around, pointing at numerous objects.

Flamingo is both shocked and surprised and moves a few inches into his room with better vision. His rented and paid hotel room has been ransacked. The orange colored bed covers have been pulled off the bed mattress. Each furniture drawer is opened and stuck that pose. Each bathroom towel lies on top of the carpet. And his three bags of personal possessions have been scattered on top of the naked bed mattress like someone has stolen something. He shouts out loud. "Hey! What is happening in here? Who are you?"

One of the individuals swings around with a sneer and wears a brown colored uniform that displays the hotel security logo, pointing at Flamingo. "Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing in here, kid?"

Flamingo slaps his chest. "I rented his room yesterday. What has happened in here? It looks like I'll be robbed or something."

A second individual spins around with a growl and approaches Flamingo, extending a palm, stopping a few inches from the teen, "Gimme me some ID, kid!"

Flamingo reaches down into the dirty pair of cargo pants and pulls out each item, finding his driver's license. "What happened in here?" He hands the item to the second male.

The first individual tall and overweight male represents the hotel security team and frowns at Flamingo. "Shut up, kid! Where are your parents? What does his ID say?"

Flamingo frowns. "My parents are not here. I rented this hotel room yesterday. What happened in here?"

The second short and overweight male frowns down at the item. "He's from Lacy Springs. Where is that?"

Flamingo exhales with annoyance. "It is north from here near Huntsville."

"What are you doing here?"

Flamingo nods. "I'm a new student at Burn U. I start to school in June."

The first security male frowns. "This is the month of May. What are you doing here now?"

Flamingo frowns. "What happened to my room and my stuff?"

The third individual is a younger female and swings around to face Flamingo. "There was a group of..." she gasps and points at Flamingo. "It's him. That's him. I saw him run away from this room, really fast and then it ran down the stairwell. Then he exited the hotel. Then the stairwell door alarm went off."

The second security male sneers at Flamingo. "You said you were a guest here."

Flamingo gasps in alarm and studies the face on each adult.

A few hours ago, Flamingo and his two brothers had been inside his rented hotel room. Then, Flamingo had spun around and raced away from the room. Breck and Cinco gave chase, crossing the dangerous city street, jumping on top of Flamingo. Then a college campus patrol car flew to the commotion and arrested Breck and Cinco.

In front of the open archway of his rented hotel room, Flamingo gasps in worry. His two brothers could have been arrested with a criminal record for trespassing on the college grounds. Then they could not play on the football team.

Flamingo clears his throat and calms his racing heart. "I rented this hotel yesterday. I don't understand why you are here and why my possessions are scattered throughout my rented hotel room. What gives you the right to invade my room and stand here?"

A fourth short and plump individual swings around and wears a sour frown on her pale tinted face. "You paid with cash for the hotel room. I am the day manager here at hotel. However, there was an incident this morning coming from directly your rented hotel room and causing a loud, noisy commotion here inside this hallway. This maid, that cleans each room, has pointed out that you caused a loud commotion in here inside your rented hotel room, young sir."

Flamingo gasps in shock and then ponders the maid's story. She probably had seen the back spine on Breck, who looked exactly like Flamingo. He sneers at the Day Manager. "I have not done anything here. This is my rental room. Why are you here? Why did you search through my personal possessions that belong to me?"

The woman points at Flamingo with a sour frown. "The maid has identified you as the troublemaker."

Flamingo gasps and then laughs. "Well, it was not I. My two brothers were here this morning while I was eating breakfast. We are triplets. We look exactly alike. Did you not see two separate individual running from my rental hotel room and dashing down the hallway, miss?"

The maid looks down and recalls the image, looking up with a stern face and gasp. "Yeah, I did see two individuals that look like him."

The woman sneers. "Then, you are one of them."

Flamingo exhales with annoyance. "No. I just explained that I am one of three brothers. My two brothers were here inside my rented hotel room which was a surprise to me also," he softly chuckles.

However, his two brothers had definitely been a sight for a pair of sleepy eyeballs a few hours ago and had left his rented hotel room without taking his possessions. But it was hard to run with objects in both cupped hands over the floor, down a flight of stairs, across a busy street, and over the manicured lawn of Burn U campus.

Inside the hotel room, the first security guard frowns. "Can you prove that your whereabouts this morning?"

Flamingo gasps in alarm and then smiles, reaching down into each deep pocket on his new pair of trousers, whipping out the stack of tiny paper receipts. He flips through each one and pulls out the morning's breakfast receipt and hands to the second security guard. "Here! I have paid receipt for my breakfast meal this morning which was located a few blocks from my rented hotel room."

The second security guard accepts the paper receipt and reads the date and time. "He tells you the truth."

"I always tell the truth, sir," Flamingo frowns.

He hands back the paper receipt to Flamingo. "He was at breakfast. So, why were your two brothers in your rented hotel room, this morning? Did they stay in the same room with you also? Where are they right now?"

Flamingo frowns. "No. They did not stay here with me. They will be attending college with me."

The first security guard frowns. "Where is your car?"

"What!" Flamingo frowns.

The first security guard nods. "Where is your car? Usually, everyone parks a car here at the hotel. Where is your car? How did you get here?"

Flamingo exhales and thinks through the question. "My brothers drive me here. I do not have a car." He is nervous that the team of security guards would contact the Birmingham police and discover that his sports car had been stolen by order from his mother and then impounded by the police.

"Why didn't they stay with you here?"

Flamingo frowns. "They left me here to meet up with some friends here in Birmingham. I do not understand why I am being questioned here. I paid for this hotel room. My bill is zero dollars and zero cents, sir."

The woman jabs a finger at Flamingo. "No. You have an outstanding bill also."

"What!"

She slaps her chest with a sneer. "Checkup time is at eleven o'clock in the morning. It is passed noon time. You own me money for your hotel room, college student."

Flamingo gasps. "What!"

The first security officer laughs. "Do you not have the money to pay the day manager with your outstanding bill here at the hotel? If you cannot pay, then you go straight into a jail cell here at the Birmingham police station."

Flamingo exhales. "I don't understand. I mean I do understand that checkout time is eleven o'clock in the morning. But I was planning to stay another night."

"No." The woman jabs a finger and a sour frown at Flamingo. "He pays with cash for his hotel room."

The second security guard laughs. "Where do you get your cash, boy?"

Flamingo frowns. "I have a bank account here in town. I can withdraw cash out every day."

The first security guard reaches down and lifts up the new shirt with a grin, shaking the item in the air. "Did you pay cash for these new clothes? Or did you steal them from another hotel? What did you leave that last hotel a few hours ago?"

Flamingo gasps. "What!" He has never stolen any item for fun or thievery in his life. His mother has always purchased any item that Flamingo has ever desired.

"Where is your suitcase? Where are your old clothes? All I see are new set of clothes with a set of price tags from another hotel. Where are the receipts for each item, boy? If you do not have a receipt for each pretty item, I am hauling your ass to the Birmingham lockup."

Flamingo continues to stand a few feet from the open archway and balls both fists in fury. The security guard and management team do not have the right to invade his paid room and touch his personal items. However, the three bags of clothes and stack of college books with an attached price tag does appear to be suspicious within the eyeballs of each security guard.

Yesterday, Flamingo had dumped his old clothes at another hotel room. But, Breck and Cinco had been Flamingo's old and soiled items for some reason, when he had caught them here inside his new hotel room.

Then, Flamingo swiftly recalls the wise words from the younger security guard at the first hotel regarding a bad guy versus a good guy theory. No one can tell the difference anymore.

Flamingo exhales and inhales deep breaths, unfolding his two fists into a pair of sweaty open palms, reaching back down into the deep pocket of the pair of new trousers again pulling out a stack of paper receipts. He wants this terrible interrogation of his person and his two brothers to quickly end. And he does not want Breck and Cinco's names connected to any type of trouble here at the new hotel.

Breck and Cinco had been sent by Arie to find her missing third son Flamingo. It had been bad luck that Flamingo was found here. And it was great luck that Breck and Cinco had been here inside his hotel room and then they all had caused some minor trouble.

In front of the open archway, eighteen-year-old college junior student Flamingo is quickly learning how the adult world works and it is scary place with too many new adult rules and legal laws. The tiny cow town of Lacy Springs is a smaller place to live and thrive without all the rules and money and body penalties. Sheriff Tommy Lee runs the police department and runs off all the bad guys keeping the town safe and clean and happy.

His mother Arie has always enforced a set of motherly rules at her home with a variety of subjects, including meal time, homework assignments, guest invitations, and slumber rituals. Now, Flamingo understands, a little late, the same routine that leads to good habits of discipline and the easy of supervision from his elders.

Inside the rental hotel room, in front of the open archway, Flamingo lifts up the stack of tiny papers with a smile. "Well, sir, I have all of the receipts for each item right here. You and I can go through each item and trace the price tag on the sliver of paper. Also, my mama told me to keep all my receipts with the cash that I am spending here in Birmingham. She needs to reconcile her bank account without getting into trouble with her banker. And I came here with my two brothers, who didn't want to stay in the hotel room. They drove off and met with some old friends here and will stay there tonight. I wanted to see all the new attractions here in Birmingham as I had lived in Lacy Springs as a high student. Now, I'm a college student," he stops and stands beside the naked bed mattress feeling invaded and angry without showing his emotions. He might not stay here tonight. He stills possesses some cash and can find a new hotel room someplace else. He is an American and has the right to leave the hotel building.

The first security guard accepts the sliver of papers and slowly sorts through each item, checking the price tag that matches, dumping onto the floor.

Flamingo frowns with annoyance and picks up the grounded items, catching the reminding ones, forming a small pile with his personal possessions on top of the naked mattress by his side.

He holds the heavy college textbook and frowns down at the name. "Anatomy of the Human Cell, this is a heavy textbook for a college freshman and the wrong title for a freshman student. I'll seen lots of freshman textbooks and this ain't one of them. How do you explain that?"

Flamingo pulls out his college identification badge and nods with a smile. "I am a junior student at Burn U."

"What!" The female hotel manager frowns at Flamingo. "How is that possible? You just said that you graduated high school which makes your age at seventeen years old."

The second security guard frowns. "Your driver's license had shown eighteen years old. A freshman student is eighteen years old. A junior student is twenty years old."

Flamingo smiles, "I attended a set of advanced placement courses at my local high school and passed each course which had been graded at the college level for a freshmen and a sophomore college student. Then, I will enter Burn U college courses as a junior student to finish my college courses faster, sir."

The second security male guard laughs. "O! He's a smartie, a smart ass country boy." The other hotel staff members laugh out loud.

Flamingo gasps and then fakes a smile at each rude and uneducated person. Here, within the city of Birmingham, he is learning too quickly there are other people bigger, taller, smaller, smarter, richer, poorer, meaner, stupider, and ruder than any person in Lacy Springs. But, this is the point living in a different place extending your mind and your emotions and your opportunities.

The first male guard tosses the last college textbook onto the carpeted floor with a sign. "Well, I've finished sorting through the student's inventory." Flamingo reaches down and grabs the book, standing upright with a fake smile, placing in the pile of his possessions. The guard reaches over and grabs the stack of five Quartet novels, "Except, I can't find a receipt for this stack of white colored books."

Flamingo smiles, "Those five books are novels for fun reading, not a stack of college books, sir."

"Where's the receipt?"

Flamingo nods. "There is not a receipt."

"Where did you get them then?"

Flamingo exhales with more annoyance. The old, crusty security guard is not giving up hope that Flamingo has stolen something from the hotel garbage trashcan here or at another hotel dumpster, so he can arrest Flamingo and send the teen into a night of jail. Flamingo fakes a smile. "I brought the stack of personal reading novels from my house."

"How do I know that you didn't steal these reading books?"

Flamingo exhales with a stern face. "The same method that I do not have an individual receipt for my individual set of clean and laundered underwear briefs. I brought a stack of clean underwear briefs from my private bedroom back home along with my personal toothbrush, where I didn't bring the receipt either."

The female hotel manager sneers. "He's lying."

Flamingo frowns. "I tell the truth. Examine each book! It has been read numerous times. The page ends are folded and worn from a set of finger pads. And my name is inside the first page on each book."

The guard grunts and examines each book. "Well, each book is not new. And your name is not inside each book.

"What!"

The guard reads the name with puzzlement. "This book belongs to Cinco. What kind of name is that?"  
Flamingo nods. "That's my brother."

The second guard frowns. "The name of your brother is named, Cinco. What kind of brotherly name is that?"

Flamingo smiles, "He..."

"Since you do not possess a paper receipt for each book and each book does not hold your personal name, then I must take in all the physical evidence into my possession. This guy named Cinco can come and collect his five books. Then I can ask him if you stole them."

Flamingo smiles, "He..."

The guard sneers. "Do you have a problem with that, college student?"

Flamingo gasps in alarm and balls both hands into fists of fury, without fighting vocal words, but heavy mental thoughts of angry. This unknown male is stealing his possessions. Actually, the stack of novels belongs to his brother Cinco. Thus, his brother's possessions are becoming stolen or taken by an unknown male without Cinco's permission.

And Cinco had not taken his stack of books when he had abruptly left out from Flamingo's hotel room. However, it had been difficult for Cinco to run down a flight of steps, cross a busy city street, and then tackle Flamingo with both of his hands filled with items.

And Breck and Cinco had not bothered to return back to the scene of the crime, literally. Or maybe they had tried and found the hotel room door open with the hotel management staff. Then they had spun around and rushed back to the trunk, heading back home with a tattling grand story to AJ and Tommy Lee.

Finally, Flamingo continues to stare down the crusty old security guard with a pair of angry eyeballs while his active mind continues to click with common sense. The elderly, crusty old security guard will enjoy arresting and then convicting Flamingo with a silly petty crime of thievery with cause, reason, but lots of nasty intent. If Flamingo argues for his personal possessions or raises his voice, then the old security guard will act on his set of unjustified and nasty instincts.

Right now, Flamingo has a wonderful future planned for his life without a wife or a child or the burden of money debt. He is already enrolled in college setting as a junior student with the future plans of graduating within two years and then entering the Burn U School of Medicine, eventually becoming a medical physician.

As a medical physician, he can return back his time, his money, and his talents to his home town of Lacy Springs, only if he is allowed to stay free and out of jail. A jail sentence with a petty thievery conviction will ruin his future plans as a medical physician. So, Flamingo needs to make an adult executive decision right now.

At 12:01 pm, a few feet from the open archway of hotel room 888, a group of teens and adults halt and then stare into Flamingo's open archway at him and the other three occupants inside his rented hotel room spying on the motions, actions, and words. Flamingo shivers in angry and then gasps in shock and as one of his acute eyeball sees the stationary pod of nosy busybodies inside the busy hallway. He exhales and then inhales with a set of heavy breaths, calming down his racing pulse, a pumping heart, and an angry mind. He exhales with one more breath and fakes a smile, saying out loud with a soft manly timber to the first security guard, "No, sir. You can take the stack of novels as you see fit. I do not want any trouble here."

The tall and plump, older security guard turns his smile into an upside frown of disappointment, greatly desiring to arrest and then toss the young punk into one of Birmingham's police department prison cells. That prisoner lesson would change that punk's mind and attitude. He nods in silence and spins around, carrying off the stack of reading novels without viewing Flamingo.

At the end of the messy and naked bed mattress, next to his stack of other personal possession, including his clean underwear briefs, Flamingo exhales with relief. "Thank you, sir!" He leans down and grabs one of the three dark bags, stuffing each item into the soft cloth.

"Wait!" The female day manager stands in front of the window with the open curtains as the sunlight shines down into her blonde hair roots and tosses both hands near her sneer, staring at the back spine on Flamingo. "There still is a problem here."

Flamingo holds the textbook in the air and gasps in alarm, turning to see the female. "What!"

The tall, plump, and older security guard spins around with a smile of opportunity while accomplishing his goal with the teenager. "What still is the problem here with him?"

She jabs a green tinted manicured fingernail at Flamingo. "He owns me 220 dollars in money for the rented hotel room."

Flamingo gasps, "I paid for the room yesterday."

She nods with a sour frown. "That was yesterday. It is today now. The time shows one o'clock in the afternoon. You should have checked out at eleven o'clock, if you did not want to rent the hotel room again.

Flamingo smiles with a nod to the manager. "O! That's no problem for me. I can pay you for a today's hotel room. I can go down to the registration counter right now and pay for the hotel room."

"No." She growls and shakes her dirty blonde hairy skull. "I don't want your money or your person in here. You must get your stuff and leave right now, before I call the Birmingham police officers to come and arrest your person out of this hotel room."

"What!" Flamingo gasps in worry.

The tall and plump, older security guard nods with a grin, staring at the back spine on Flamingo. "Is that a new problem for you, college student?

Flamingo nods to the manager. "There is no issue here for me. I will pay the 220 dollars, but I am kindly asking for an explanation. Why must I pay for a hotel room where I can sleep in?"

She points down at the wet carpet and then the wet wall. "Look at this place! Someone has tosses a soda over the floor, the carpet, the walls, and the curtains."

"I can arrest him," the tall and plump, older security guard laughs out loud with a grin.

She exhales with frustration. "The hotel administration does not arrest a paying guest. We clean up the mess inside the room and then charge a set of additional monies on the guest's credit card. But he did not pay with a credit card. He paid with cash."

"I can still arrest him," the tall and plump, older security guard laughs out loud with a grin.

Flamingo gasps in worry. He has not committed a crime here.

But Flamingo had tossed his paid and uneaten greasy bag of breakfast food and his empty large wet beverage of cold ice cubes at each one of his brothers in a surprise maneuver to escape from the hotel room while making the mess on the floor and the wall. But the hotel office had accepted his wad of money cash as the final payment for the rented hotel room without question.

The air waves drift in silence and as the voices from each person remains silent.

She frowns. "No! I cannot arrest him as I had not seen the crime. I had repeatedly told the hotel management that we should accept cash money as a form of payment from each nasty and rude young college student. Then I'd not be in this messy situation. Pay me the money right now!"

Flamingo gently places the textbook down on top of the naked bed mattress while desiring to toss into the sneer on the face of the day manager instead. He slides out his wallet and pulls out the cash money, holding it near his jaw line, saying with a firm tone. "I need a hotel receipt with a zero dollar and zero cents balance coming from the registration office that I have indeed paid for my hotel room, before I leave your establishment. I do not want any type of outstanding money balance on my room or my person. As I stated before, I must give each paper receipt for each dollar of spent cash to my mother for her to balance her bank account."

She nods. "First, you pack up all your stuff and get out of the room. Second, you follow the hotel security team down into the lobby. Third, you pay me the cash money. Fourth, I will give you a receipt for the cash payment. Fifth, the hotel security hotel will escort you out from the hotel. Sixth, you do not ever return back here. I have your driver's license on record here, even if I do not have your personal credit card for the room damages. If you return back here, I'll arrest you for trespassing and causing trouble."

"I understand your vocal instructions, ma'am," Flamingo says with a softy tone and exhales with relief, turning to see the pile of possessions, quickly packing up his stuff in silence without fuming in angry. He needs to stay calm and level-headed with his dangerous situation.

The female unnamed day manager swiftly moves ahead with a sneer and exits the hotel room without words, only a set of distorted facial expressions.

Between the bathroom entrance and the open closet space, the armed and elderly security guard is mouth drooling for an arrest of a college student. The day manger is foaming at the pair of chapped lips for a conviction of a college student. And the second security guard smiles and watches an innocent person become a victim, without helping the young individual.

Flamingo is quickly and quietly learning about the real world and the effects on his real person. Some people do not want to understand the delicate human situation. The other people quickly judge without all the proper facts and make a decision that is illegal or unethical also for the victim.

Well, Flamingo is going to be much more careful with his teenly decisions that will affect the outcome of his teenly person starting right now.

Inside the rented hotel room, in front of the bed mattress, Flamingo quickly finishes the packing without surveying the rest of the messy room. He does not care if he leaves behind one of his personal possessions inside the rented hotel room. One of the maids will steal the item for themselves anyways. And he can always replace and purchase the same item, but the personalized medical bag that came from his mother. He has the medical bag nicely tucked away and safe inside one of the soft bags. Flamingo stands upright and turns with a nod and a stern face to see the crusty old security guard, who continues to mouth drool and sneer.

Both of the security guards swing around in silence and exit the hotel room, leading Flamingo down the hallway toward the elevator like a prisoner in silence. They stop and wait for the moving elevator carriage. The carriage stops on the eighth floor. The elevator doors slid open and reveal a crowd of guests, including adults, teens, and children.

On the eighth floor, both of the security guards stand in front of the carriage space and then wave a hand with a stern face. The tall and elderly guard shouts out to each face. "Get off the elevator carriage now. We got a troublemaker over here. Get away from him, if you don't want any trouble either."

Flamingo stands in place and gasps in alarm, staring at each distorted face and as each distorted face stares back at Flamingo.

Each person swiftly rushes off the elevator carriage with screams of panic, races onto the floor, and then halts, spinning around, pointing at the back spine on Flamingo. Each guest shouts out loud with vile words or whispers about Flamingo.

On top of the floor, Flamingo continues to stand in embarrassment and stares at the rear wall in the carriage while hearing a set of loud and nasty vocal slurs coming from each busybody who does not know his person or his personality. He is a not a criminal or troublemaker.

They slowly enter the carriage.

Flamingo stops and stands facing the rear wall with his embarrassment and part angry without words or actions.

"Are ya too afraid to look at innocent, college student?"

Flamingo firmly states with a set of gritted teeth and faces the rear wall. "I am the innocent here too."

The second guard presses the ground button on the wall panel with a laugh. The carriage swiftly shifts down towards the ground floor. He leans over and laughs into the arm bicep on Flamingo as the male is too short to bad breath into the cheekbone on Flamingo, "This time, college student. But, we'll be waiting and watching out for you to return. Crime-animals like you always return back to the scene of crime. Isn't that right, college criminal?"

Flamingo exhales with annoyance at the two rude guards and stares at the wall, wiggling side to side with the three heavy bags on back spine and two collar bones.

The first guard laughs out loud and tosses his gray skull backwards with enjoyment, "That's a good one, Leeham!" His bone skull drops down and as he leans over and sneers into the neckline on Flamingo as he is shorter than the teen. "Did you hear my partner? If you show up here again, be it today or tomorrow or next week or next month, then I'll arrest and then toss the young punk into one of Birmingham's police department prison."

Flamingo grits his teeth and speaks with a firm voice to the wall, "Yes, sir!"

The elevator carriage halts. The doors slide open.

At 12:22 pm, inside the lobby, both hotel security guards exit the elevator carriage and wave both of their arms in the air with a distorted face.

The short and slender guard shouts out loud and moves ahead toward the hotel registration desk with a stern face, "Move away! Get away with your life. This here is a troublemaker."

The tall and plump security guard gently shoves people from his footpath and clears the floor, strutting ahead toward the registration counter with a stern face. "Come on, troublemaker! Get moving and get outta of the elevator!"

Inside the carriage floor, Flamingo slowly spins around and stares into the scattered pod of people that have stopped and stares back at him. He exhales with annoyance, moves ahead with a stern face twisting each bag which hits his back spine and hip bones, and then stops, standing in front of the marble registration counter between each security guard. He twists sideways and drops the three heavy bags of possessions on top of his new pair of yellow tinted athletic shoes, pulling out his wallet, counting out the amount of 220 dollars. He slides the cash pile toward the day manager.

Behind the marble counters, she sneers down at the pile of money with a loud timber. "Is that money counterfeit? If the pile of cash money is counterfeit, then I'll arrest your person with the crime. Then you will go to jail for the rest of your life."

Flamingo gasps in shock and turns to see the pod of guests. Some of the guests stop and listen to the new, intense, and dangerous conversation. The other guests move through the lobby with their personal business or fun. He returns back with his silent angry. Flamingo has never been treated as badly as a person and as a teenager before. He has encountered subtle embarrassment coming from the high school principal, his high school teachers, his church preacher, his mother, his sets of grandparents and his two brothers, which had led to discipline, not meanness. The reactions from the two experienced security guards and the female hotel day manager are unreasonable. He is not a criminal and has not committed a crime.

Flamingo shakes his nice backwards baseball cap in blue tone that displays the white bold letters: Burn U. "No ma'am! The pile of cash came from my personal bank institution. Here is my paper receipt from my personal bank institution, where I had withdrawal the cash yesterday, ma'am," he slides the receipt to her.

The female day manager snatches up the receipt and studies the information with a hiss of disappointment without catching the college criminal in a criminal act. She drops the tiny white colored receipt back down onto the smooth marble counter without a word and collects the money, counting out in silence, storing the correct amount.

Flamingo reaches out with a gasp and snatches up the tiny piece of paper that is the proof for his cash wad inside his wallet. His mind continues to recall the wise words from the young security guard at the first hotel: No one knows which is the bad guy or the good guy.

She looks down at the computer keyboard and prints out the hotel receipt, lifting up, dropping the single piece of paper on top of the flat counter with an evil laugh.

Flamingo reaches out and snatches up that hotel receipt, bringing it into his face, reading each line. The amount displays 00.00 dollars as his final payment for his rented hotel room. He exhales with worry and places the paper down into one of his pockets for safe-keeping, looking up with a fake smile and a nod to the day manager.

She continues to sneer and then frowns at Flamingo with annoyance.

Flamingo leans down and gathers his bags, standing upright with a fake smile, back stepping between the two security guards, who continue to stand the way like a pair of assholes. He slowly spins around and struts ahead while surveying the lobby, smiling with joy. He veers toward the side wall inside the lobby and silently reads each advertisement and rate on the painted wall. The afternoon day is heated and he needs a piece of better transportation rather than the simple solar bicycle.

The two security guards lean over the marble counter and softly whisper to the day manager, when she gasps in shock and points at the back spine on Flamingo. Each guard spins around with a gasp and dashes ahead with a growl, running ahead, stopping in front of the Flamingo. Each guard lifts a pair of open palms and sneers at the teen.

Flamingo halts with a gasp of shock without commenting to each guard.

The older guard continues to stand and sneers at the college student. "Where are you going, college criminal? We told you to get outta of here right now. You are to leave the hotel right now."

The shorter guard wobbles side to side and nods with a sour frown. "Get outta of here! You're a troublemaker. Do you want us to arrest you for trespassing in here?"

Flamingo gasps in shock and points to the side wall with a smile, where a rental car booth stands without a single customer. "I was going to rent a car..."

"...for your getaway crimes..." the second guard laughs out loud.

The first guard sneers. "You can't rent a room here."

Flamingo jabs a point at the car rental booth. "But the car rental company is a separate business from the hotel."

The tall, older guard gasps on alarm. "How do you know that?"

Flamingo nods. "I read."

The short, older guard sneers. "Then, you can't hear. Get outta of here. Or we'll arrest you for trespassing on the property."

"Yes, sir!" Flamingo nods with a stern face and back steps from the two guards, slowly spinning around, strutting toward a wall of glass doors, exiting the hotel.

At 12:34 pm, at the city street level in the hot temperatures with blazing sunlight, Flamingo slowly moves ahead within the heated day at 1:31 pm and immediately starts to sweat on his face and neck, slowly strutting toward a rack of solar bicycles and then stops at the end of the rack. He reaches out, jerking the bike from the metal post with fury, shuffling the three bags over the handle bars and inside the front basket carriage. He sweats in water and wipes off his face and neck with annoyance, straddling the seat with a deep sigh, surveying each street, every building, the rushing people, and the bright sunshine. He reaches down and grabs the pair of sunglasses, whipping them over his eyeballs that protect his pair of sensitive irises, not his sweating body.

He reaches out and grabs the handle bars, continuing to survey the vanilla colored walkway with annoyance. "What to do now? I need a new hotel room getting away from the sun and the heat."

Flamingo presses the ignition button and starts to move the two pedals, slowly performing a soft putt-putt down the sideway toward the next hotel, slowing the speed on the bike and stops underneath the cool shade of the hotel veranda, sliding the solar bike near the high flower bed of pretty roses. He nods with a smile. "The shady spot is nice here. I can find a new hotel room in here. No, I need a car. I'm getting low on cash. I need to rent a car and drive back home to Lacy Springs and see Arie. I need to say 'hi' and then spend the night in my bedroom at my house and pack up all of my personal clothes. Well, my closet of clothes belongs to her," he smiles. "I wonder if she'll chase me down and then arrest my naked body," he laughs, "Maybe not!"

He shuffles off the bike seat and leans it against the tall concrete flower bed with numerous pretty rows of roses, removing his three bags of possessions. "No stealing my treasures," He laughs. "The city of Birmingham is the tenth dangerous city in the USA."

He doesn't want his new clothes and the stack of expensive college textbook stolen either. He shifts a heavy bag over his back spine and both of his two collar bones with a heavy grunt, spinning around, slowly strutting into the air-conditioned lobby space.

At 12:39 pm, Flamingo enters the semi-dark and air-conditioned lobby and turns to the side wall, staring at a row of car rental companies, moving to the last one. He stops and stands at the tan colored flat counter with a smile at the tall and slender brown haired girl. "Hello. I would like to rent a car."

The girl smiles with a nod, "What type of vehicle do you require for your trip, sir?"

He laughs. "Any car..."

She nods with a smile and looks down, typing on the computer keyboard. "I am looking up the next available vehicle. I need to see a valid driver's license please." He lowers the three bags down onto his ankle bone and stands upright, whipping out his wall, handing his driver's license with a smile.

She accepts the item and reads the information, dropping the item down to the counter, nodding with a smile, "Yes, you are eighteen years old and eligible to rent a car."

"O!"

She continues to type on the keyboard. "I need to see your credit card. I must run the rental car payment through before you can rent the vehicle."

"Uh! I don't have my credit card on my person, but I have cash."

She looks up with a gasp and shakes her rose colored cap. "What! I must use your credit card, sir."

He smiles. "Well, that's not a problem. I have a credit card but not on my person right now. So, I can use my wad of cash for the...."

"No, I cannot accept a wad of cash for a car rental."

He frowns, "Why not?"

She exhales with annoyance. "It is a policy from the rental company. A cash transaction can lead to fraud or bribery or dishonesty with a wad of free and a non-traceable source of cash money. Or the driver can drive off with the car using the cash without tracking down the individual. I was taught the company policy during my training. I cannot take the wad of cash, sir. If I do and you drive off with the rental car, I could lose my job. So, please, present to me your credit card for the car rental, sir."

He exhales. "I only have cash."

She shakes her cap with a stern face. "I am sorry. I cannot rent you a car..."

"Doe each rental car company share the same cash policy?"

She looks around Flamingo and smiles at the next customer, "Yes sir. I am sorry. Good bye, sir! Can I help the next person in line, please?" The next customer stumbles ahead and smashes a shoe into one of the three bags on the floor that belongs to Flamingo, reaching the tan counter, speaking to the rental car clerk.

Flamingo continues to stand at the counter and exhales with disappointment, "Yeah, me, too. Thank you," he leans down and grabs, lifting up his three heavy bags of possessions with a deep grunt, desiring to trash the heavy items. He slowly back steps away from the tan colored counter feeling both sad and depressed. The next customer slightly shoves the arm on Flamingo away from the counter space with a loud sneer and a soft string of vile cuss words.

Flamingo slowly spins around and faces the wall of glass, slowly strutting ahead, exhaling with disappointment. His first few days in a new city have been a terrible experience as new college student.

At 12:42 pm, he exits the hotel lobby and hits the heated air, whispering for his eardrums only. "What to do now? If I can't rent a car, then I'll rent a new hotel room. I have money," he turns to the side building wall underneath the shaded veranda and moves ahead towards the flower bed, without seeing the solar bike. He stops and then gasps in alarm.

The outside hotel guard follows Flamingo and then stops behind the back spine on Flamingo with a sneer. "Are you looking for something, kid?"

Flamingo points down to the pavement with puzzlement. "Yes, I left a solar bike right here near the flowers."

He frowns. "O! That was you. This is a not a common parking lot for bikes or tricycles. The solar bike rack is located down at the street corner. Are you a guest here, sir?"

Flamingo looks up with a gasp and stares at the tiny hill that blocks the city street intersection without seeing the sneer on the hotel guard, "No."

He growls into the back spin eon Flamingo. "Then, move along, kid! Or I'll arrest you and call the police."

"Yes sir!" Flamingo slowly struts ahead with a sour frown without arguing with another hotel security guard, who seems to have the powerful of Almighty God. He shifts each heavy bag over a different body part while slowly moving ahead toward the solar bicycle rack in the heated sunlight, sweating in stinky water.

Before he reaches the end of the street intersection, Flamingo approaches a new hotel with a smile, veering into the lobby to rent a new air-conditioned hotel room.

At 12:55 pm, Flamingo exits the same hotel with a sour frown feeling annoyance angry, disappointment and worry.

The new hotel is the sister hotel with the Birmingham Plaza Inn. His request for a new hotel room rental has been rejected by the day manager at the registration desk.

The day manager from the Birmingham Plaza Inn has quickly reached out, contacted each sister hotel, and advised the desk personnel not to rent a hotel room to Breck Freehurst McCory, the fourth.

Leaving the shaded veranda of the new hotel, Flamingo slowly struts down the vanilla colored sidewalk in the sun toward the bicycle rack, "New plan! Find a hotel that is not owned by the Birmingham Plaza Inn." He stops and then slips down the three bags over each stationary bicycle part, sliding down on a new solar bike, slowly pedals in the opposite direction on a different city street.

He prays for better luck now. Else, Flamingo will be sleeping down on the wet grass in a dog park, if he can find a grassy plot here within the concrete and steel city of Birmingham.

The solar bike slowly performs a putt-putt with the solar engine and a pair of rotating pedals down a long vanilla sidewalk and as Flamingo slowly scoots around each individual or pod of people, turning to see each building with a stern face. He immediately crosses off each structure, if not a hotel building and the smiles in hope, veering the bike toward a new rack of metal.

At 01:11 pm, Flamingo parks the bike and slips off the heavy three bags, entering the cold air-conditioned lobby of the new hotel building.

At 01:13 pm, he exits with as our frown. The room rate is outrageous with his limited pocket of cash.

Each hotel room has been booked for a visiting family clan with a new and excited college student that is has enrolled in Burn U or Bam U or the school of law or school of medicine, before June, the first, like Flamingo.

Flamingo slowly struts back in the heated sunlight and wipes off a sweaty face, moving ahead toward the rack of bikes at the city street intersection, whispering for his eardrums only, "Geez! I've only been here and present a few days in a new city with not one, but numerous terrible experiences as a new college student at Burn U. And I am not quitting. I am not a quitter. I'm glad that I'm only living here in Birmingham for two years as an undergraduate and three years a future medical fellow. And I don't have a credit card which would supplement my limited cash. Well, tomorrow is not here soon enough. Stupid pair of hoodlums! Next time, I'll fight. No! Next time, I'm more careful with my money and my life," he laughs out loud and stops, standing in front of the rack of metal, jerking off a new solar bike from the metal slot.

The handle bars are heated and make his naked hands sweat in water. The hot sunlight beats down on his baseball caps. He straddles the seat with a light grunt and then slowly performs a putt-putt down the same vanilla sideway around each walking individual.

The bike steers a few feet from the rake of metal and then halts in place without power.

Flamingo sits on top of the seat and slaps both shoes down onto the hard sidewalk, holding up the solar bike. He reaches over, pressing the ignition button with a loud sneer.

The solar bike does not ignite with the tiny purr-purr tone.

He leans down over one kneecap with confusion and surveys each mechanic part on the bike, not seeing a dangling exposed wire or a bomb of colored sparks of heat. The exterior bike equipment appears undamaged.

He sits upright and presses the starter button on the single handle bar over and over again with annoyance. Then, he leans down and slowly examines the tiny bar which acts as a dashboard.

On the tiny metal dashboard, a tiny lighted box displays the current day, the current time, the latitude and longitude position of the solar electric bike, and a curved dial that represents the solar battery efficiency.

He gasps in alarm. "The solar battery efficiency gauge is zero percent. Why would the battery dial display zero percent?" Flamingo frowns with confusion and whips out his mobile telephone while sweating in the heated sunlight, reading out loud for his eardrums only. "The solar cell conversion efficiency is zero percent. Why would that be so? Within the solar cell panel, an increase in cell temperature will result in an increase of cell resistance within a semi-conductor. Well, the air temperature is only 103 degrees out here. So, that must be my problem. One of the solar cell panels has overheated," he laughs out loud and then continues to read out loud the information on the tiny screen. "If the cell temperature is over 77 degrees Fahrenheit, then solar cell panel will generate less power. That's my problem! Each solar panel has overheated and actually doesn't produce any electricity waves. So, I'm not going anywhere," he laughs.

"Or a third problem is shading on one or more of each solar cell panel by a tree branch or a tall shade tree," Flamingo looks back over his collar bone and studies the docking station with puzzlement. "The docking station is not surrounded by a grove of shade trees. It stands in the middle of the sidewalk and swats in the sunlight, like me," he returns back and reads out loud among the heavy traffic on the sideway. "If one or more of the embedded solar cell panels is shaded away from the direct sunlight, then the output for that solar cell panel will change dramatically. Then, the stored sunlight power inside the battery will start to dissipate. That's the problem! Each solar cell panel has dissipated from...from...what. What has caused each solar cell panel to dissipate without power, without motion," he gasps in alarm and sits upright from the seat, parking both legs on top of the concrete, shouting out loud. "No. No. Some idiot had forgot to rack the solar bike back into the docking solar power station, which charges the battery through the set of embedded solar cell panels on each wheel, when it is parked in the heated and blinking Bama sunlight. Ugh! This solar bicycle is not juiced up with sunlight power."

He drops down the two other bags on top of the concrete with a soft thud and then violently bounces up and down between the seat and on top of the concrete, shouting out loud, waving both of his arms in the air and tosses back his skull. "No. No. No. This cannot be happening to me. Not now! I have no other transport but by feet."

"Hey, guy!" A tall and dark skinned teen female stands beside the nose profile on Flamingo, nodding with a smile. "I don't know what your problem is. But, are you going to continue your travels with that solar bike?"

Flamingo gasps in alarm and looks down, turning to see the tall teenager girl, wiping off the mouth salvia and body sweat. "The bike battery is dead."

She smiles with a nod. "O! That's no prob! An E-bike can be used as a regular bicycle, if no power is available inside the battery."

He gasps in shock and then wipes off sweat from his upper lips, mumbling a string of words in embarrassment. "O! Thanks for sharing that valuable information. I'm sorry. I'm still using the solar bike, like a bicycle, now."

"Okay!" She back steps with a grin from Flamingo and then spin around, moving back the next docking station at the street intersection for a solar bike.

"Shit!" Flamingo reaches down and grabs, lifting up the heavy two bags, dropping them down on top of each collar bone with a loud grunt of pain and annoyance. He positions each sole on top of a hard pedal and wears a sour frown, whispering for his eardrums only, "Maybe, I should go back elementary school, instead of starting college as a junior student. Geez! I'm the asshole here," he slowly pedals ahead and turns to the side, staring at each building without seeing a different hotel.

At 01:33 pm, in the hot temperatures with blinding sunlight, his pair of eyeballs views the fast food restaurant and as his frown turns into a grin.

He veers to the side and smoothly pedals down the nice pavement, stopping in front of the speaker box in front of the visual menu exhibition with individual food items.

The female voice coming out from the black colored speaker box shouts out loud, "Welcome to Dee Dee's Restaurant! What is your order, please?"

Flamingo nods with a smile. "I would like a tall cup of sweet tea."

"Is that all, sir?"

"Yes."

"Your total food item is one dollar and ten cents, sir."

"Thank you," he slowly pedals on top of the pavement and then turns the building, and stops in front of the payment window with a smile. He whips out his wallet and looks down into the pouch.

Behind the glass window, the young adult female restaurant attendant gasps in alarm and stares down at Flamingo. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He looks up and waves the twenty-dollar bill near his grin. "I ordered a large cup of sweet tea. Man, it's blistering hot out here. I'm sorry. I only have a twenty-dollar bill."

She frowns. "Sir, I cannot serve you."

He frowns, "Why not?"

"You must be driving a car."

He laughs. "I'm steering a motorized solar electric bicycle that moves at ten miles-per-hour."

"Sir, it is illegal for you to ride a bicycle through the driver-thru window here. You must leave right now. Or I will contact the police and have you removed from the drive-thru, sir."

He exhales with annoyance, not fright, "Yes, ma'am! All right! I'm going ahead, very slowly. I'm performing a putt-putt ahead in both thirst and hungry, leaving ya'll. Bye! So long!" He reaches the end of the building and then veers back toward the city street. Flamingo is not purchasing a tall, cold beverage from the rude female attendee or the silly restaurant.

At 02:35 pm, on the vanilla colored sidewalk in the heated day with bright sunlight, Flamingo continue to ride and feels like an elementary student on his first day of school, sitting on top of the grassy playground without his mother and his favorite stuff toy, wishing for both.

During the summer days with each McCory family vacation time, Arie and her three sons had visited and stayed inside a hotel within numerous cities throughout the state of Alabama. As a young kid, he and his two brothers would horseplay inside the rented hotel room, down the busy hallway, inside the enclosed elevator, and out in the lobby. However, Arie was always present and sometimes yelling at her three mischievous sons. His family clan was not a band of barbarians, but a civilized family unit.

However, today, his two brothers Breck and Cinco had arrived here in Birmingham under the motherly order from Arie and then had created the major chaos that had caused trouble for Flamingo.

Now, Flamingo is homeless, alone, hot, heated, mad, and annoyed, without Arie, Breck, and Cinco. But, he is an adult living in the adult work and also a college student, who will live in the college environment that does not need his mother or his two brothers.

Flamingo whispers for his eardrums only. "Yeah, I'm an adult now." He slowly pedals ahead and wipes his sweaty brow, turning to view each building. He slowly passes by a food and gasoline station, where he can purchase a tall, cold beverage, but he might lose the bicycle to another eager and unlucky teenager. And he does not feel like hauling a set of three heavy bags of personal stuff over each collar bone on top of the hard concrete sidewalk in the middle of the heated day.

He slowly steers ahead and continues to scan each side on the busy city street, passing each building and a string of small outside vendors with a sour frown. Then he halts with a gasp and back pedals the bicycle, stopping in front of a car lot. A cloth banner over the two entrance poles read: Rent-A-Lemon.

On each side of the red colored rusty upright pole, a line of ugly, multiple colored, slightly dented vehicles stand in the heat, without a driver.

Flamingo whispers for his eardrums only with a soft evil laugh, "If I can rent a car from here, then I can drive back home and beat up Breck and Cinco first and then go and see Arie at the hospital second. Third, then I can sleep in my bed and pee in my bathroom. Fourth, then I can get my clothes and more money from bank and come back and stay here until the first day of college. The story. The end."

At 02:40 pm, he slides off the bicycle and stands upright, releasing the handle bar. The solar bicycle does not have a kick stand and drops down, falling on top of the hard concrete. Flamingo spins around with a gasp and then frowns, slipping off the two heavy bags of possessions, draping them over the bicycle.

No teen will steal the solar bike with his possessions covering the metal.

He spins around with a gasp and hears the laughter coming from the two adult males.

The car lot company exhibits two tall red tinted poles in dull red which appear as orange hue. On each side of the pole, seven vehicles of various sizes, shapes, colors, and models pose in the bright sunlight. Between the two poles, a gray tinted card table sits alone underneath a ratty, dirty tan colored canopy tent. Behind the card table, two individual ugly lounge chairs are positioned a few feet away from the table and contain an uglier male.

Flamingo slowly moves away from the ground bike with a silly smile of embarrassment, regarding the solar bike incident, and struts toward the two poles, the card table, and the males.

"Look at the freshman college dork!" An overweight young male sits in an ugly orange tinted lounge chair with an ugly pink tinted foot stool, laughing out loud, without pointing to Flamingo. He holds an electric air fan to his face and a tall, cold beverage. "Did your mommy dress your ugly ass, this morning, before or after giving out your lunch money for a plate of burger and fries?" He laughs with the second young male.

Flamingo stops in front of the gray tinted card table without a stack of playing cards and with two individual young males, gasping in shock, balling both hands into a pair of fighting fists with the insult to his person. He has been insulted and abused too much in the heated day. So, maybe, the two young males need a lesson in rudeness regarding the verbal attack on his newly perceived college boy image. And maybe, Flamingo needs to relief some of his teenly penned up frustration at the same.

Then, he exhales with a deep breath and uncurls both of his fighting fists, nodding with a smile at the two young adult males. Maybe, Flamingo should change his mind and play on the football field, expensing some of his locked up frustration as a new college student while living in the strange and nasty city of Birmingham.

Or maybe, Flamingo needs to build an invisible shield around his mind and his body to reflect off each nasty, harmless verbal comment coming from every older, wiser, and smart ass adult. He is not living in the tiny cow town of Lacy Springs anymore. He is an adult male and a new college student surviving within the big, bad, metro city of Birmingham.

On top of the heated vanilla colored concrete, and behind the card table, in a ratty orange colored lounge chair, a slender and tall young male laughs out loud and stares at Flamingo. "Are you a freshman at Burn U or Bam U, college kid?"

Flamingo gasps in shock and then slowly touches his chest, where the new tee shirt clearly shows the name of the university in big, bold white tinted letters: Burn U. He smiles, "Burn U." The two males sound with loud laughter. Flamingo laughs from the funny joke on his person with good humor.

Behind the card table, a tall and slender young male possesses long brown hair with a full beard smiles. "You didn't seem sure, kid. Are you sure, college kid?"

Flamingo nods with a smile and taps his shirt for a second time with a smile. "Yeah, I'm shore."

A second young male leans back into the set of torn cushions on his ratty yellow tinted lounge chair and sips a bottle of beer in the open air, smiling at Flamingo. "What do you want, kid?"

Flamingo nods and points at the line of stationary automobiles. "I would like to rent a lemon from your small business company. What are the rules here?"

The tall and slender male with the long brown hair and full beard slaps the arm on his partner, shaking his skull with laugh. "Well, we don't have a rule. We offer a business arrangement. Do you wanna enter into a business arrangement?"

Flamingo nods with a smile while feeling a bit of embarrassment regarding his silly high school terminology. "Yes, I would like to investigate the business arrangement with your private company first."

The obese and shorter male points at Flamingo with a nod and fans his sweaty face with a laugh. "Now, this college kid possesses some smarts, unlike the other high school dummies."

The tall and slender young adult male nods with a smile and stands upright from the ratty orange tinted sleeper lounge chair. "Come on, kid! I'll introduce you to our lovely inventory of colorful lemons," he spins around and slowly moves ahead advancing behind the trunk hood on the first ugly automobile.

Flamingo turns with a smile and dashes ahead, without his three bags of items, pulling up beside the young male, slowly strutting down a row of stationary, slightly dented, and ugly vehicles. He stops with a gasp and points down at the multi-colored vehicle with a laugh. "Silly!"

The owner of Rent-A-Lemon turns and frowns down at the car. "What!"

Flamingo slowly moves around the stationary vehicle with a smile and a nod. "That's a muscle car which is usually described with the adjective, tough, and is usually presented in one solid color hue base. This is a silly-looking car with a pink fender on the back and a pale blue fender on the other backside, a yellow fender on the front and a midnight black fender on the other front side. The engine hood is colored in dark green. The side door displays dark blue hue and the driver's side door is gray tint. The trunk hood is orange color. What happened to the paint job? Did your house of painters die?"

He laughs. "No."

Flamingo continues to circle the car and frowns down at the ugly design, stopping at the trunk rear end on the Mustang, studying the car. "It lacks the infamous one or double white racing stripes like the other cool Mustangs, but it possesses a set of black fifteen-inched wheels. The engine hood is bulged up and then humpbacked like a whale. The wheel is arched out and there's rear spoiler in a tone of fancy, girly lavender tint. There isn't a front grill of steel but one gigantic front intake of shout strength. And the rooftop is bright red that blinds my eyeballs," laughing.

The young owner follows the back spine on Flamingo and continues to point at the heated rooftop on the ugly car with a smile, parking beside the teen with a nod. "This baby holds a 5.8-liter supercharged V-8 engine and flies from a resting pose of zero miles-per-hour to 60 miles-per-hour in 3.5 seconds. It runs a quarter mile tire marks in 11.6 seconds at 125 miles-per-hour, kid. This muscle car can go up to 200 miles-per-hour, if you dare, buddy."

"How is it possible for you to receive a muscle car at your thriving private business venture, Rent-A-Lemon?"

He frowns at the car. "Do you wanna rent it, or no?"

Flamingo smiles, "Well, I might be interested in renting the ugly lemon. I am traveling ninety miles north of here in Birmingham. I wanna ensure a good but ugly ride, without hitchhiking for a ride on the interstate, which is against the law."

He gasps. "Are you in trouble with the law, kid? We don't check for speeding tickets or jail time with a potential client? But, sometimes, I can tell."

"No, sir! I have never been in trouble with the law. And I do not want to start today. I'm asking about the history of this particular rental lemon, that's all."

He waves a hand with a smile. "Each one of our vehicles come out from the police department impound lot."

"What!"

He laughs. "Why is that shocking, kid?"

Flamingo shakes his nice backwards baseball cap and frowns. "I don't know. It is just shockingly shared information. That's all."

"Well, the shared information is this. You pay me twenty dollars for the number of days that you wanna rent the lemon. Each lemon contains two gallons of gasoline to make it to the nearest gasoline station for a tank of gas. You come back and make sure two gallons or more of gasoline is inside the tank on your dollar, not my dollar. You return the lemon back to me. Then your obligation ends with my private company."

Flamingo nods with a smile. "I can do that."

"Now, if you wreck the lemon or get caught with illegal but pleasurable drug or illegal but pleasure bottle of beer or another illegal but pleasurable item or person, we deny all claims of you. Then, the car becomes your property along with the police record which is all clear and clean from my company."

Flamingo gasps. "How is that even possible for me to own a car without full payment of the blue book value, sir?"

He points with a grin to Flamingo. "I like you, kid. You ask a lot of questions that my other former clients do not. How is that possible? Well, the impounded car inside the police station is taking up a lot of space, especially in the summertime days and nights. Some of the owners are jailed and can't pay the fee. Some of the owners don't want the car back. So, once per month the police department auctions off these impounded cars. We got some. We don't. We got them shine up and then sitting here in our parking lot business venture. Then we rent out the car. However, the nice car usually ends up in a car wreck from a bad college driver or back inside the police impound. We got our car out with a five buck charge. Then, my friend fixes up the crashed automobile and returns it back into our parking lot. Then I rent the lemon out again," laughing.

"That's a great business arrangement."

He nods. "Do you want the Mustang or no?"

"How did you acquire the Mustang? This is a muscle car. Even with the dents and the ugly colors, a high school dickhead will be crying on top of the toilet for one of these babies."

"You, my man, understand the world of power."

Flamingo nods with a laugh. "Yes, I do."

He pats the trunk with a smile. "This baby had been purchased by a dumbass and foolish college student, who crashed it. Then, he took it to the collision body shop, where he ordered all kinds of upgrades plus fixing the wrecked damage. However, the owner of the collision body shop realized too late that the poor but smarter college student didn't have enough cash to cover what the insurance company didn't. So, he kept the car and gave it to his kid, who foolishly got a speeding ticket and some jail time. So, a friend of a friend got the car towed here for free. The father wanted it out of his life and his kid's life. In which, by the way is the smarter move for a loving father with a sixteen-year-old loving son. So, the car is here and owned by me."

Flamingo nods with a smile. "I concur with the wise decision of the father for the love of his teen son. A life form is too precious to waste. Why hasn't any one else rented the lemon? It might look ugly, but it is a very expensive piece of junk and can outrun any other machine on the roadway."

He smiles. "Well, most of the college students need a ride out towards suburbia to party or see friends or a fast replacement automobile, until they get another car from mommy or daddy, after their silly car accident. I would guess that the engine is too powerful. One guy rented it. It cost too much money in gasoline, he said. The gas tank gets 14 miles-per-gallon on the road. The day is heated like the desert out here in Birmingham and it is not even close to the blistering summertime days. One time, it hit 110 degrees out here in the bright sunshine. A college student struggles to eat a plate of food but goes to class to better his life. A poorer college student can do both but can't afford a gas-guzzler like this here car. The end of my sad fairy tale! The car is here and gassed and available for rental. What do you think, sir?"

Flamingo nods with a smile. "Yes, I greatly desire to rent the car. I am traveling for two days and then coming back here into Birmingham, returning the car. So, that's forty dollars, is that correct, sir?"

"Correct-a-mondo! I need to see your automobile insurance car and take a snap with my mobile telephone camera for my records."

Flamingo gasps. "Why?"

"An automobile insurance card insures the person to drive any car, not the car. So, if you wreck my car, then your ass is sued, not by me. Even thou, we make your sign your name in blood without a legal paper keeping me from getting sued also."

Flamingo clears a dry throat with worry. The police department had taken away his sports car and his automobile insurance card to give back to his mother Arie, a few days ago. He exhales with concern. "I...I don't have an automobile insurance card. I mean, if I did, then I would possess a car."

He smiles. "That's okay. We charge five hundred dollars in cash for you to purchase you own insurance policy through our privately owned insurance company."

Flamingo laughs. "O! I see the co...continuation of your personal services here."

He frowns. "Yes, I see, too. Do you got the five hundred bucks for the car, kid?"

"Yes, sir," Flamingo pulls money from his wallet and waves it near his grin, "I have a wad of five hundred dollar bills to purchase my very own automobile insurance in order to rent a lemon," he slaps the money down into the open palm on the young male owner with a nod.

The owner closes his hand and the deal with a smile, spinning around, moving ahead back toward the gray colored card table with his business partner. "Come this way, my new friend! You need to sign in with your personal blood and urine on our stack of voluminous pages of paperwork, before you can drive the car."

"With pleasure!" Flamingo reaches out and touches the car with a nod, spinning around with a laugh, whispering for his eardrums only, "Fuck you, Arie!"

At 03:03 pm, in the bright sunlight of a heated day, Flamingo abandons the solar bike. Actually, someone had stolen it but left Flamingo's three bags on top of the sidewalk.

He crouches over the card table with three bags of personal possessions hugging both of his naked ankles and signs the paperwork in sweat, instead of blood, accepting the car keys with a smile, standing upright from the wobbling card table with a laugh. He back steps from the card table and leans down, standing upright with the three bags, slowly spinning around with a smile, advancing toward the rental car.

The young owner moves with Flamingo and then stops beside the closed driver's door, reaching out, jerking the door open for his new customer with a smile.

Flamingo slides down into the new leather driver's seat in dark brown beside a second new matching leather seat, caressing the silver tinted steering wheel with both of his sweaty hands, looking down at the console bump between the two bucket chairs. "Damn! No six-speed manual transmission. I like a stick. I need a stick, but the automatic pedal with do for now. Well, this is a loaner, until I can attack my bank account and buy a new sports car, tomorrow morning."

"Watch your hands and your feet, kid!" The owner caresses the interior of the door and presses the button, rolling down the window, slamming the driver's door shut with a heavy grunt. The door does not close but slightly bounces off the door frame.

Inside the driver's chair, Flamingo turns and gasps in panic, staring at the loose driver's door which slightly hangs off the door grid.

The owner laughs out loud and touches the metal. "This side of the car was wrecked. The front passenger door is working properly, not this one too good. Watch your hands and feet, again, kid!" The owner pulls the damaged driver's door as far back as possible and slams the metal back down into the door frame with a heavy grunt. The driver's door sticks. He cheers with a smile and leans down through the open window, staring at Flamingo, "Yeah! Ya gotta slam it good. Then it works great."

Flamingo studies the closed driver's door with worry. "Okay."

The owner taps the open window frame with a smile and nods to Flamingo. "Well, this is my exit. You drive carefully and under the speed limit, if you're a smart kid," he back steps from the door with a laugh and nods to Flamingo.

Inside the seat, Flamingo slams his shoulder down into the closed driver's door without hearing a set of loud cracks or moans or groans in metal pain, nodding back with a fake smile to the owner while pondering his teenly decision to rent a lemon care. He exhales with confidence. The driver's door is both shut and closed for his safety. So, he can climb over the console and then exit through the passenger side door, if he must.

He returns back to the dashboard console and quickly scans the instrumentation panel in an unfamiliar vehicle with care, adjusting each side and rear-view mirrors for a safe trip back home to Lacy Springs.

He starts the cold engine and hears the throaty, gurgle sound coming from the twin tail pipes and the ear-deafening lion-like roar of the powerful V8 engine.

A V8 engine had been a popular machine on each 1960s and 1970s muscle car. Then when the Oil Crisis of 1972 hit the United States of America, the USA automobile factories had started producing a tiny compact car that saved both gasoline and money dollars for each American citizen, which foreverly changed the size of an American automobile.

Inside the driver's seat, Flamingo continues to scan the electronic dashboard with a smile and marvels at the new technology from the smart minds of each America engineer. In front of the steering wheel, a digital display dashboard exhibits a circular digital speedometer, RPM indicator, and the fuel gauge. There is a visual display with an electric application that tracks the suspension, steering settings, launch control, and traction control. A pair of comfortable leather bucket seats with an individual shoulder-belt keeps the driver and passenger in the seat for the upcoming wild ride.

Flamingo slowly steers ahead with caution from the car lot pavement and then carefully blends into the flow of moving traffic on the roadway and then stops, filling an empty tank with gasoline. He leaves the gas station and obeys the posted traffic sign at 45 miles-per-hour, slowly driving down the roadway towards the interstate entrance ramp with a stern face.

At 03:13 pm, he takes the entrance interstate ramp and leaves the busy city streets of Birmingham, pressing down the gasoline pedal while hearing the unique growling exhaust note from each twin tail pipes on the roaring engine. He quickly guides into an empty lane without an automobile.

Then he quickly passes each moving vehicle within seconds and yells out loud inside the cockpit while leading the other vehicles "Yeehaw! What a good girl! I got a new girlfriend. This is better than sex."

He slaps the brake pads and then slows the speed, carefully driving by the construction work on the roadway, which is continuously being repaired from the usage of heavy traffic flow through metro city Birmingham and the surrounding towns.

Flamingo flows with the stream of moving traffic below the posted speed limit with caution and then eventually leaves the big city behind, increasing the pedal speed, hearing the growl on the V8 engine. He swiftly peels away from the boxy line of slow-moving cars with a rebel yell inside the cockpit again, "Yeehaw! What an experience! What a ride!"

On top of the nicely paved interstate roadway and away from the city lights inside the middle traffic lane, without a group of moving automobiles on his tail, Flamingo slams down on brake pads and as he watches the speedometer travel swiftly down from 60 miles-per-hour toward zero miles-per-hour, which carries the car 102 feet forward into a jolting halt, without movement, but there is a puff of white smoke behind the rear bumper pad.

He slaps the steering wheel with a smile and a cheer and presses down on the gasoline pedal. The car roars with power and sails down an empty interstate alone. "Awesome, man!" He nods with a smile and keeps both of his cupped hands on the steering wheel, "This is freedom from stress, pain, hate, problems, babies, and Arie," he laughs out loud. "I'm finally free with a different kind of rumble, without shredding a single red tinted blood protein, a new sports car," he laughs. "Wow! I can feel the awesome power flowing from the engine and slapping my feet and raises up to pound my chest. And I like it. Hell, I love it. And the loud motor sound deafens both of his eardrums," he tilts an eardrum toward the drive's side glass window with a smile and shakes the wet earwax side to side, laughing out loud. "My wet earwax is dancing with the exhaust notes." He tosses his skull upright and wiggles his ass side to side down inside the new leather seat while hearing the unique car music. "The twin tail pipes rumble at a lower register than my previous sports car, which is kinda like one of Breck's whines," he laughs.

"A beast of a machine is driven by a beast of a man. Yeah! The pride and joy of the Ford Motor Company, the Mustang muscle car has been a classical vehicle, since the 1960s. I have always had heard the expression: There are no words to describe the thing. However, that's not me. I have numerous words to describe this car. Wow! Great! Fantastic! Fast! Ugly!" He laughs. "Powerful! Mind-blowing! Adrenaline-pumping performance! A rush job! A high feeling!" He flies on top of the smooth interstate roadway at ninety miles-per-hour with excitement. "The body frame, the damaged door, and my feet do not shake, rattle, or roll. Yeehaw!"

Flamingo nods with approval and presses down the gasoline pedal, coxing more speed from the V8 engine while breaking the time record back to his hometown of Lacy Springs.

Lacy Springs Hospital

(90 miles, north, from Birmingham)

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

Parking lot setting

03:58 pm

Flamingo exits off the interstate ramp and then slowly steers down the familiar highway inside the city limits of Lacy Springs while obeying the speed limits inside the cockpit of an unfamiliar car.

Tommy Lee and his four police deputies regularly patrol the city street and the county roadway for a law breakers or a troublemaker which is not Flamingo. However, Flamingo is driving a different car with a very loud pair of exhaust muffins of air pollution noise. He does not want any attention drawn to his car which will expose his person.

In the hospital room, Flamingo only wants to meet with Arie for two full seconds to shout out loud: Fuck off! Then he plans to spend the night inside his private bedroom as he will meet and engage his brother Breck at the hospital for a second time. Then, Flamingo will leave during a repeat one-sided shouting match and drive home, getting a shower and some peaceful sleep for the rest of the day and night.

Inside the car, Flamingo turns off the main roadway and then parks the ugly multiple colored rental car in the middle of the parking lot, exiting from the new leather seat, slamming the door shut. It does not shut. "Shit!" He drops the medical bag onto the pavement and slams the door again. It sticks shut. He waves both naked hands at the silly metal door with a smile. "Hold now! Stay pull! Don't move! Good doggy!" He laughs out loud and reaches down to the ground, grabbing his new medical bag, standing upright with a smile. "Well, I have arrived at the hospital. And I am just in time."  
He slowly moves away from the ugly muscle car and struts ahead through an empty parking lot at the hospital grounds, turning with a puzzled frown, surveying the new environment. "The parking lot is empty. There are hardly any cars located here."

Lacy Spring Hospital

Lobby setting

04:20 pm

Flamingo enters the lobby alone and then halts a few feet into the room with a gasp. "The lobby space is empty of people and cleaned with pine-smelling chemicals on the floor and each plastic furniture piece. Where are the students, the teachers, the parents, and the entire world of Lacy Springs?" He laughs.

He moves ahead and stops in front of the closed elevator doors, pressing the button. The elevator doors slide open. He enters an empty carriage. "The carriage is empty of people but smells like pine scent odor also. I'm betting one hundred tonight, so far." He reaches over with a laugh and slams the button for the tenth floor.

The carriage lifts upward toward the tenth floor and then stops.

At 04:23 pm on the tenth floor of the Freehurst Wing, the elevator door slides open.

Flamingo slowly exits from an empty carriage elevator and then halts a few feet from the entrance way while scanning the new hallway with puzzlement. "The hallway is empty and clean too." He slowly moves ahead with a smile and whips the medical bag side to side in one cupped hand, turning with a smile and scans each clean furniture piece and the pretty wall paint of pink hue. "I never thought I'd be coming back here for a second time. Hey! Where are the horizontal lines of nosy, vile blood relatives? I miss Aurora mouth spitting her sour salvia in my face. I don't see Grandmother McCory, who does not..." he gasps in worry. "O no! She is not..."

He swiftly races ahead in worry and then halts with a loud grunt, standing at a row of clean and shiny glass windows that exhibit her stationary hospital room, which is surrounded with a half-circle of ceiling-mounted and floor-standing medical equipment and monitors. He slams his chest and restarts his heart with a weak grin, "Foo! You gave me a heart attack, there, Arie. Good thing, I'm located here inside the local hospital medical building. Then, I can just crawl into the carriage and crawl out from the elevator floor and slowly limp into the emergency room for some sweet medical treatment. Well, no! She is not. But, ho! She is resting peacefully asleep on top of the biggest damn tan colored hospital bed in the world right there through the row of clean and shiny glass windows."

He reaches out and opens the hospital door, entering into her hospital room, hearing a flood of soft beeps and pings coming from each piece on the stationary and upright, shiny medical equipment. He stops with a frown and scans the room. "Is this a hospital room or a wake for the dead? Where's the sun? Where's the light? Where's the row of internal glass windows that displays the sunshine, the birds, the trees, and the grass? Where are Breck and Cinco and AJ and Tommy Lee located at? Nothing is cozy or homey in here but darkness and evil," he laughs out loud and reaches over, flipping up the light switch on the side wall with a smile. The room slowly illuminates into a dull tone of light for a make-up kissing session for a group of teens.

He frowns. "This is so, too dull and dark for my happy personality," he reaches over and guides each tiny metal switch up toward the top of the lamp control panel. The room illuminates into an array of bright, blinding lights from each overhead lamp. He lifts up and shades his sensitive irises with a laugh. "Now, I see the light. Now, I see the blinding light. Now, I can see Arie there not-glowing in the bright lights. Arie, can you see me better?"

He moves ahead with a smile and continues to speak out loud, staring down at Arie, who has not moved or grunted from the pain of the bright lights. "So, Arie is not conscious as she does not see my handsome face in the blinding light. And she is not communicating as she has not yelled out me, like normal for something stupid brotherly argument. Thus, Arie is in a coma-like state of mind and body on top of the hospital sheets in pretty yellow hue. Did you pick out these lovely bed linens, Arie? I bet first born asshole did. Yeah, Breck did. Based on my medical reading from my new set of medical books, a coma is a medical state of deep unconsciousness for a prolonged or indefinite period, especially as a result of severe injury or a bad clinical illness. However, Arie has not been here in the hospital bed for a prolonged period of time, since Thursday afternoon. That's not long time at all. But she is located here in the hospital due to some type of medical condition."

He stops at the rear end on her tan colored hospital metal bed and stares down with a smile at Arie, shouting out loud for fun to the comatose patient. "One cause of a comatose state is the medical condition of diabetes. If the set of blood sugar levels on a person becomes too high, then the clinical condition is known as hyperglycemia. If the blood sugar levels become too low, then the clinical condition is known as hypoglycemia. If either hyperglycemia or hypoglycemia continues to affect the body, then a coma state can result badly for the person. Well, Arie does not and have never been a diabetic. Strike one!" He laughs. "A second cause of a coma is hypoxia or the lack of oxygen. If the human brain does not receive enough oxygen or the oxygen flow is severed, a coma will result, such like, a heart attack or a brain stroke or a water drowning. Arie has not experienced any of these clinical or physical conditions. Strike two! A third condition of a coma is a body infection, such like a sever inflammation in the brain, on the spinal cord, or the tissues that surround the brain matter, including encephalitis or meningitis. Arie is not experiencing any of these clinical conditions either Strike three!" He laughs. "Well, I'm striking out all over the ball field. A fourth medical condition for a coma-like state is a toxin or a drug overdose or an exposure to carbon monoxides. Arie does not take drugs or sit inside the garage without the door open. Strike four! A fifth medical condition is a traumatic brain injury such like, a sports injury or a violent blow to the cranium or a road traffic accident. Bingo is the dog's name. O man! I'm on a roll now. So, your terrible road traffic accident, that slammed into that two hundred years old tree trunk, which I saw on my way into the hospital ground, the other day, has caused a head trauma from the tree trunk or a busted rooftop or a broken tree limb on top of her blonde colored hair roots."

He continues to stand and stares down a smile at Arie, shouting out loud for fun at the comatose patient. "How is my patient doing, today, Arie? Dr. Flamingo has arrived. And it was a long trip, Arie. I drove all the way from Birmingham in rushed traffic and then peeled away from the rushed traffic, driving like a race car driver to get here to you. Now, I am here. Now, you are here, Arie. Let me check over your medical condition and see what smart Dr. Flamingo can do for you, Arie. Do you see me, Arie? Well, maybe not, right now, since your eyelids are closed. But I'm using the newly polished and swanky new doctor bag that you give me as a high school graduation present, Arie. Is that okay with you, Arie? Good! It is okay with me, too," laughing.

He scoots around the rear end of her bed and lifts up the monogrammed doctor bag, sliding down the side of the bed, stopping beside a short stool of metal. He gently places the doctor bag on top of the short stool beside her naked arm, leaning down, opening the bag with a smile. He peeks inside the dark pouch with a chuckle. "My medical book states that a coma patient appears in a state of deep and usually prolonged unconsciousness and is unable to respond to external stimuli. Well, I think we should test that medical theory. What do you say, Arie?" He smiles. "O! You agree with me. What should I do first to your body, Arie? I know. We will check your blood pressure first. The blood pressure is very important in a human body that keeps the blood flows all around your veins. I read that in my medical textbook."

He removes the electronic blood pressure cuff from the medical bag and places the tiny object around her naked arm bicep, pressing the button with a chuckle. The cuff slowly swells and then enlarges around her arm muscle with a set of soft farting sounds. He laughs. "Are you farting from your butt-hole, Arie? O! I do believe so. Well, that's a good sign of life. She is alive," he laughs out loud with silly humor. "Now, if that loud sound plus that awful smell doesn't wake up a dead body, then nothing will," laughing.

The cuff band beeps and displays the red tinted blood pressure numbers: 100/70.

He smiles down at the numbers. "Your blood pressure is normal, Arie. Now, let's check your reflexes," he gently removes the blood pressure cuff and places it back down into the bag, pulling out a tiny patellar hammer with a smile. He turns to face Arie and leans down, bending backward the same naked arm towards the headboard with the row of beeping hospital monitors. Her hand flips in the air and exposes her naked elbow. He reaches down and gently taps the cartridge on her elbow. Then her arm flings forward and lands down top of the soft blanket in silence.

Arie does not move or scream or grunt in pain.

He stares down at her arm and then laughs out loud with a smile. "Now, that didn't hurt, did it, Arie? And your one reflex is fine and dandy. So, the other reflexes must be fine and dandy, too, Arie," laughing. "Now, what other doctoring tools do I have that I must perform on my sick patient?"

He spins around and places the hammer back down into the bag, pulling out the next item with a grin, returning back to see Arie. He wiggles the object near his jaw line. "Aw! I possess a tongue depressor. Now, part your set of red and chapped lips for me, Arie. Awe! You can't. Then allow me to do the work," He lowers her bottom chapped red tinted lip with a chuckle and sticks the flat item down onto her lip flesh, laughing with a smile. "Well, you still have your set of tonsils, Arie. Would you like for me to remove them, today, Arie? O! Not this round in bed," he removes the tongue depressor from her bottom lip and then tosses the wet disposal slip down into the trashcan with a smile.

He returns back and places the tongue depressor medical instrument back down into the bag, pulling out a new instrument. "Now, what other doctoring instruments are left for my medical examination of my sick patient? Uoo! An ear prick is used to see the condition of your eardrum," he jerks out the object and returns back to see Arie.

He leans down and gently places the tip into her ear canal, standing upright with a smile, removing the dirty disposal sleeve, tossing into the trashcan. "Well, I saw plenty of yellow colored sticky, wet earwax, Arie. So, that means you're my biological mother and I'm your biological son. Yeah! But you know that, right? Right!" He laughs out loud and spins around, replacing the instrument back down into the medical bag, examining the interior of the pouch for another new shiny devise to probe on his mother's unconscious body for fun.

At 04:56 pm, inside the Freehurst Wing hallway, the elevator doors slide open and reveal a party of individuals, wearing a white laboratory coat, carrying a hand-held computer tablet.

The lead person is the female physician, who is treating Arie. She leads out from the elevator carriage and points at each wall with a smile. "This is the Freehurst Wing. The hospital wing is only used for our most very important inpatients that need any type of medical treatment. There are three hospital rooms which are located on one side of the hallway. The opposite hallway contains a series of hidden closets with additional medical equipment. An obstetric patient can birth a newborn baby here on the Freehurst Wing, but that has never happened, yet," he softly chuckles and leads the other fellow physician, pointing at each wall. "The construction for this wing had been provided with generous monies coming from Mrs. Iredell McCory, a pillar within our society. The wing is named after her deceased husband, Breck Freehurst McCory, Senior and her deceased son, Breck Freehurst McCory, Junior. Iredell McCory also has three grandsons with the same name too."

A short and plump adult male nods with a smile within the huddle of fellows. "I know them. Breck, Cinco, and Flamingo, I was in the same high school, when they were in elementary school here in Lacy Springs. I'm a native here and I have come back to give to my community as a new medical physician."

The head physician stops and spins around with a smile, nodding to the huddle of fellows. "That's the ancient history behind the wing donation and construction. The wing has been used a couple of times when each one of the nursing floors had experience an overflow of patients, such like, the influenza virus. Today, we are not touring the pretty hallway of pink and purple for fun and entertainment. We are going to observe a new inpatient stay on this private wing. Arie McCory had been admitted on Thursday afternoon here as a comatose patient. She drove her pickup truck directly into a very large oak tree, which was 200 years old, destroying both the tree and her vehicle. One of the larger tree limbs snapped off from the rattled tree trunk, swiftly dropped down, and then landed on top of the pickup truck rooftop. The metal rooftop bust apart and then caved down inside the cockpit on her truck. Part of the heavy tree limb soared downward and landed on top of her hair roots. Arie lost consciousness inside the cab on the truck. She was transported here and then admitted on the Freehurst Wing as a comatose patient. There are no other VIP medical patients up here at the moment. Everyone, please slide over the wall and sit down, before we go and examine Arie..."

"Do you often call your medical patients by their first name, doctor?" The woman frowns and displays a head of red hair and an average body frame, sitting down on top of the gray loveseat with another fellow.

The female head physician nods with a smile and sits down in the single chair of purple and white stripes. "You do not know Arie. She is a very generous and well-respected citizen here in Lacy Springs. The McCory Farms is one of the largest employers here in the State of Alabama which is owned exclusively by Arie and her three sons. She is also on the board of directions here at the hospital. This clinical situation is very sad and upsetting for a lot of citizens that live here in Lacy Springs. Now, we will first discuss each medical condition for a clinical coma. I would like everyone to share and spit out your discussion points out loud, before we traverse down and examine Arie's comatose state of mind and matching body."

A tall, dark haired female medical fellow follows behind the head medical physician and spins to the side wall, sitting down on top of the pink tinted chair. "As I have read through her medical report from the emergency paramedic, the first responder assessed the crash victim by gauging her level of consciousness using the AVPU Scale. The AVPU Scale represents the following physical body presentations of alertness, vocal stimuli, painful stimuli, and a state of unconsciousness. Alert is the most conscious state. If the person is alert, there is no risk of a coma. An unconscious is the least or the last state and is classified as a coma. The first responder determined that Arie had entered into a coma state from the AVPU Scale. A coma is a very serious medical emergency. When a person enters into a coma, immediate and rapid medical treatment is needed to preserve the body life force and their brain function. The first response lifted and slipped comatose Arie into the portal ambulance for her medical treatment and inpatient stay here at Lacy Springs Hospital."

"Here!" A tall and plump female nods to the head physician. "The real medical work begins as I am too a new and awesome medical fellow. Once unconscious Arie arrived here, her past and recent medical history was collected and analyzed for the medical conditions, including any vision problems, dizziness, stupor, or numbness in a limb, before she had elapsed into a coma. Each family member, family friend, stranger or police officer or eyewitness will become interviewed to determine if any one medical condition had been present also. And interviewing each family member, family friend, and eyewitness before the accident with the patient that falls into a coma state will help determine the root cause and provide for a better and swifter medical treatment protocol. Then I would examine her personal medical records for diabetes, any history of seizures or stroke, or any other condition or disease. I would study if Arie was taking any legal medications or other substances which might have been prescribed by another physician or an illegal substance found by another physician."

The head physician nods with a smile to each fellow. "All of that had occurred. Arie did not, and does not present with any of those medical symptoms either. And she is not taking any type of medications, legal or otherwise."

A tall and dark skinned male nods with a smile to each face. "As the attending physician to Arie inside the emergency room setting or inside the private medical room setting, I will order a set of blood tests. Each blood test will reveal her blood count that will clue me into the presence of any type of carbon monoxide poisoning, any level of legal or illegal drugs, her level of electrolytes, her glucose level, the condition of her liver. I would perform a spinal tap or lumbar puncture checking for an infection or a genetic disorder."

"A spinal tap or a lumber puncture," the red haired and petite female nods. "...requires the physician to insert a needle into the spinal canal on the patient. The medical procedure measures pressure and extracts the spinal fluid to send out for medical tests."

A tall and plump blonde haired male sits on the sofa and smiles with a nod to each face. "And I would order a set of imaging scans on her brain. These medical procedures will determine whether or not there is brain injury or damage and the location of the injury. I would order a CAT scan or an MRI which would check for blockages or other abnormalities inside Arie's brain matter. And I would order an electroencephalography or EEG that measures her electrical activity within her brain matter also."

A tall, dark haired female medical nods to each face, "Inside the emergency room setting I would check each body reflex on Arie. I am measuring the pain factor on her body and studying her pupil size for any additional head trauma injuries. I would also squirt an eardrop of cold or warm water into one of her ear canals that will trigger her eye movement, measuring her reflex also."

The head physician nods with a smile. "The blood tests are negative for Arie. I do not perform an imaging test yet as I will ask each one your opinion on that matter. I did not tap her spine fluid. Her head was impacted, not her spinal cord.

Dark haired, dark skinned, average body frame female nods with a smile. "Before the medical history search inside her stack of medical records and each blood test and each physical test and any type of imaging scans, I, as the attending physician, would administer glucose or antibiotics to the comatose patient, in case Arie is in diabetic shock or has a brain infection."

"I would not."

"I would do that also."

"Which is the correct method, doc?"

The head physician nods to each face. "All of your answers are correct and proper. Each comatose patient is diagnosed and treated differently the attending physician. As you learn from me and the other teaching physician, you will come to your medical decisions that will find the root cause of a coma and then perform the correct treatment procedure. The first medical action is to ensuring the immediate survival of the comatose patient by securing their breathing airways and the circulation of oxygen, going up into the brain. Medical treatment for the root cause of a coma will also depend on kidney failure, liver disease, diabetes, toxic poisons, and other factors. If the brain matter becomes swollen on the patient during their coma state, then a medical surgical procedure is required to relive the pressure. If Arie experiences a condition of asphyxiation, then she will be wearing a breathing tube that passes through the nose and down into the lungs."

"A coma is a medical state of deep unconsciousness for a prolonged or indefinite period, especially as a result of severe injury or illness." The average height and weight body frame on the light haired female nods and sits down on top of a gray chair, staring at the head physician. "A comatose is a state of deep and usually prolonged unconsciousness; unable to respond to external stimuli. The patient is unconscious and unable to communicate, sometimes for long periods of time. A bad infection or a blow to the head on the body can create a comatose medical condition on an individual, where the patient is alive but their body parts are not functioning within normal parameters," she chuckles with the other fellows.

A petite, plump black haired female sits on top of the gray sofa and nods to the head physician. "The state of a coma is not a state of sleep, because the patient does not wake up and stretch out their limbs. And the state of a coma is not brain death. The patient is alive but cannot response in a normal manner, such like, wiping off the sleepy crumbs from each eyelid and stretching out each one of their individual limbs, which I do every morning."

A tall and brown haired male nods. "One cause of a comatose state is the medical condition of diabetes. Other causes of a coma-state for a patient could include one of the following medical conditions, such like, hypoxia or lack of oxygen into the brain or a severe infection or a drug overdose or a traumatic brain injury."

A tall and slender female nods. "You have already confirmed the cause of her coma. A traumatic brain injury has resulted in a coma for Arie. Now, we need to figure out her current body life form and her brain functions."

The head physician nods. "Yes, we do. What test is administrated?"

A short and skinny dark skinned male sits on top of the shared loveseat and smiles, "As one of the smartest physicians here, I will use the Glasgow Coma Scale or GCS. The GCS assesses the severity of brain damage following a head injury, which Arie has received from the fallen tree limb. The scale presents a range of numeral number that scores the patient according to verbal responses, physical responses, and if they can open their eyelids."

The red haired and petite female nods. "Within the GSC Scale, for the eyelids, the score range states one to four. Score One, a patient does not open their eyelids and sees you and me. Score Two, a patient opens their eyelids in response to pain. Score Three, a patient opens their eyelids in response to your voice. Score Four, a patient opens their eyelids spontaneously for any reason."

The tall and slender black haired male nods. "For the verbal response test, the score range is measured from one to five points. Score One: a patient does not make any sound. Score Two: a patient mumbling of sounds but cannot be understood. Score Three: a patient utters inappropriate words. Score Four: a patient speaks but is confused. Score Five: a patient speaks in normal communication to everyone."

The short and plump dark haired male nods. "Within the GCS Scale, the motor or physical reflexes are scored with numbers ranging from one to six. Score One: the patient makes no movement. Score Two: the patient straightens a limb in response to pain. Score Three: the patient will react in an unusual way to pain. Score Four: the patient will move their body away from the pain. Score Five: the patient will point out the pain. Score Six: the patient can obey verbal commands."

A dark skinned and dark haired male nods to each face. "Also in further measuring the motor and physical reflexes, there is a separate scale which describes the patient's response to pain. The one to five numbers on the GSC Scale system is exactly like the motor and physical reflex measurement without Score Six, where the patient can obey verbal commands."

The head physician nods to each face. "If the total score is eight points or less, then patient's condition indicates a coma. If the score ranges from nine points to twelve, then the coma condition is moderate. If the GSC score totals thirteen points or more, then the patient's impairment to consciousness is minor. Arie total score was four. For her eyelids test, she scored one point. Her eyelids did not open from her pain, but she did slightly twitch during the reflex test. For the verbal response test, she scored a one. She is not making any sound on her first day here and currently on her fifth day either. Her motor or physical reflex test scored one point. Arie is not making any body movement. Within her motor and physical reflex test that describes her response to pain, she had scored one point also. Her final score on her first admission date was one. This morning, she received the same score."

The tall and plump blonde haired female nods. "In a coma, the patient does not react to external stimuli. The patient does not show normal reflex responses. The patient does not go into a sleep pattern and then wakes up. A coma medical condition is a state of deep unconsciousness. The patient cannot wake up and does not react to the people or things around them. The patient does not respond to pain or light or sound in the usual way. The patient does not display voluntary movement in body or voice. A comatose patient does not wake up, but their body follows the normal sleep patterns. And each patient will present breath air molecules in and out into the lungs and circulate oxygen molecules into the active brain. However, the patient's voice and thoughts are suppressed from the coma-state."

The tall and slender black haired female nods. "If a person carries a case of bad hypoglycemia, which is low blood sugar or hyper-capnia which is high blood cells within their carbon oxygen levels, then that person will experience mild agitation. Without medical treatment, the person will not be able to think clearly and then will finally lose consciousness, which might result in a coma-state too. If a coma comes from a severe injury onto the patient's skull inside their brain or a subarachnoid hemorrhage, then clinical symptoms will appear immediately."

The head physician nods. "The reason for a coma can include numerous conditions, such like, intoxication, a nervous system disease, a metabolic disease, a severe infection, a brain stroke, a serious body injury, hypoxia deprivation or others. None of the other medical conditions are present on Arie, except for a nasty bump from her head injury due to a fallen tree limb. A coma condition for a patient can occur fast or slow and the coma condition can last from one to several days to one to several years. However, a typical coma lasts from days to weeks."

The red haired and petite female nods. "Sometimes, a physician will need to induce a coma with a medication to reduce the intensity of the pain during the healing process for the patient. Or the medication will be used to preserve the higher brain functions following a brain trauma."

The head physician nods to each face. "The leveling degree of consciousness and responsiveness depends on the brain performing a maximum function. If the root cause of the coma is treated, then the patient will awaken without permanent damage to his or her brain matter. The patient will exhibit a confused state of mind at first but will remember what event had caused their unconsciousness. Then, the patient will be able to continue an active and healthy life with their family members. Sometimes, rehabilitation therapy procedures are needed to help the patient adapt back into their normal life patterns. If the brain is damaged, then the unconscious patient will experience long-term impairment within the brain and the body. If the patient wakes up from their coma-state condition, then he or she might need to re-learn basic skills, such like, eating, talking, and walking. Each hospital is equipped with an excellent physical therapy or PT and occupation therapy or OT departments that can help an awakened comatose patient adjust and then enjoy the rest of their happy life. Now, a coma usually lasts for a few weeks. If the coma condition on the inpatient does not change after an extended period of time, where the patient does not awaken, then the coma condition is reclassified as a persistent vegetative state for both the mind and the body. If a persistent vegetative state of mind and body lasts for months, the patient will not awaken. So, a medical patient in a coma cannot communicate and shows a set of visual outwards signs including a pair of closed eyelids, without eyeball contact, non-moving limbs, except for a reflex movement, and no response to painful stimuli, except for an involuntary reflex movement."

A short and skinny dark skinned male nods with a smile to each face. "The latest research studies that have been received and then published through the National Institutes of Neurological Disorders and Stroke states that a comatose patient can perform a mouth grimace or a soft laugh or a subtle cry as an involuntary reflex coming from an internal emotion or an external stimulus. Has your comatose patient Arie performed any of these simple reflex movement, doc?"

"No!" The head physician stands upright from the chair with a smile. "Arie has not. So, let us get up from each soft gray tinted cushions and go and see my patient. Maybe, we can tickle her body into one or more of the reflex motions," she scoots sideways and leads down an empty hallway of pink and purple paint.

The medical fellow slowly stands up from an individual tinted gray cushion and then gently bumps into each other, slowly moving away from the furniture setting, strutting down the same empty hallway behind the back spine on the head physician. Each one softly mumbles about the medical condition of Arie.

At 05:31 pm, inside Arie's private hospital room, beside the hospital bed, Flamingo spins away from Arie and places the used tongue depressor medical instrument back down into the bag, pulling out a new instrument. "Now, what other type of new doctoring instruments are left for my medical examination on my sick patient? Uoo! An ear prick is used to see the condition of your eardrum," he jerks out the object and returns back to see Arie.

He leans down and gently places the tip into her ear canal, standing upright with a smile, removing the dirty disposal sleeve, tossing into the trashcan. "Well, I saw plenty of yellow colored sticky, wet earwax, Arie. So, that means you're my biological mother and I'm your biological son. Yeah! But you know that, right? Right!" He laughs out loud and spins around, replacing the instrument back down into the medical bag, examining the interior of the pouch for a new shiny devise.

He stands in front of the short stool with a smile, "Uoo! I have a brand new shiny stethoscope that measures your heart rate, Arie." He lifts the instrument up in the air and cleans off each ear piece with a pad of alcohol, kissing his ear germs from each rubber plug.

At 05:33 pm, inside the empty hallway of soft pink painted walls, in front of the row of glass windows, the head physician stops, before entering the hospital room, and then gasps in alarm, staring at Flamingo and Arie. "The third son is here at the hospital and with his mother Arie."

The tall and dark haired male stops and forms a line with the other fellows, staring through the row of glass window, viewing patient Arie and the young teen, "Are we going inside, doctor?"

She reaches out and slams her arm in the air, halting the line of movement from the team of medical fellows. She gasps in alarm and then smiles with a nod. "No! We are staying outside in the hallway and waiting for a miracle. The young teen is her son. Arie has three sons, who are triplets. Each one looks alike but acts completely differently. DNA is still a mysterious fate of genes."

The petite, red haired female medical fellow stares at Flamingo and then Arie with confusion. "What is he doing to her? Is his medical treatment allowed here, doc?"

The head physician continues to stand and stare through the glass windows at Flamingo. "His name is Flamingo. Flamingo wants to become a medical physician when he final grows up."

The dark haired and dark skinned, petite male medical fellow frowns at Flamingo. "He is fiddling with a medical stethoscope and is leaning down, examining her chest. Is that allowed here, doc?"

The tall and slender blonde haired female medical fellow continues to stare and frowns at Flamingo. "Is this legal, doc?"

"Is this ethical, doc?

"Can he do that to your patient and his mother, doc?"

The head physician continues to stare and prays for a heavenly miracle, viewing Flamingo. "The clinical situation is fine and dandy. Arie is still in a coma. She has not awakened since Thursday afternoon. No other blood relative or family friend has stimulated one or more of her five senses either. Flamingo has been absent from his mother for some reason. Hopefully, he can get her to awaken today."

At 05:38 pm, inside Arie's hospital room beside her bed, Flamingo spins around with a smile and leans down, placing the cold metal tip on top her pink colored hospital gown, hearing the thump-thump noise, "Now, breathe in. Now, breathe out." He swiftly stands upright and nods with a smile down at Arie without seeing the line of medical physicians through the glass windows. He says. "Your heart is pumping with a steady rhythm that I could square dance over the dirty hospital floor. So, you are alive, Arie. That's good news!"

He hangs the stethoscope around his hang with a smile and then spins around, searching the medical bag with a cheer, "Uoo! I have an ophthalmoscope. This small silver tinted medical device looks at both of your eyeballs." He swings back around with a chuckle and leans down, reaching out, carefully lifting up the closest eyelid. He opens one eyelid on Arie and shines the bright light into each one of her pupils with a smile. "Well, each pupil dilates from the brightest damn tiny light stream in the world and then each one of your irises retract, Arie. Well, that is a very good sign of a non-head trauma."

He swiftly stands upright and tumbles back to the short stool, removing the medical bag, placing the item on top of the side table. He wears a confused brow and stares down at the peacefully face on his mother, "Hmm! No abnormal blood pressure or heart rate. No sweats of water or seizures of body parts. And both of your pupils are working just fine. I don't see any medical condition on your biological body, Arie. However, based on the Glasgow Coma Scale or GCS, where a physician, like me, assesses the severity of your brain damage following your head injury from that car wreck, I assess or award you with four points or zero points, in my medical professional opinion, Arie. You do not open your eyelids from the dullest light inside your hospital room. O! But there is not a glass window of sunlight in here inside your hospital room either. You do not make a grunt or a laugh or a sneeze. You do not move or shake a leg or tap a bone toe. And you have not violently or subtly reacted to any one of my sharp and shiny medical instruments, where I have inflicted some minor pain upon some of your still and non-moving body parts. I am completely confused and befuddled, Arie. Breck, he thought for shore that you would react to my baritone voice, which is like his and Cinco's. But, here, I am. And, here, you are. And you are still in a coma-state within your mind or your body. Are you in a coma state with your mind or only your body? Is your mind frozen in time like a looping time warp of silence? Is that why your body is not moving? That's a great medical scientific theory."

He smiles down at her face. "I remembered reading this article about a scientific medical experience, in the year 2011, where a team of scientists used a MRI scanning procedure and observed the patient's brain activity on a comatose patient that had been in a coma for twelve years from a car accident. Well, you have not sleeping for twelve years, only four short days and nights, so I can apply the same medical theory." Flamingo leans down into her earlobe. "Arie, this is Flamingo. Do you remember our first departure moment in historical time, Arie? Picture this! You had escorted me, Breck, and Cinco for the first day into the local pre-kindergarten class for four years old students at Lacy Springs Elementary School. We, three galloped ahead of your body and entered into the one-room space with our cowboy excitement, seeing our pack of neighbor and church friends and some new friends and all the new toys over the floor and the low-lying shelves while leaving your pair of warm arms foreverly, at least, seven hours that day. You stood inside the open archway with a fake smile and a set of sobs that your three little boys had grown up from the three spitting and shitting babies. Then, you slowly back stepped from the open doorway. Well, the teacher shoved our ass away from the archway and then slammed the door in your face."

Flamingo laughs. "I know. I was there too. Then, you slowly spun around and then slowly walked down the lonely and empty hallway toward the open doors of sunlight and an empty parking lot. I know. I left my two brothers and my friends and dashed away from the new pile of toys and slammed my tiny boy body into the side wall with a row of low-lying windows of glass. I pressed my nose bridge into the glass and created a nice snot ball, watching you. You slowly walked away from the classroom and wiped off the fresh tears of love and worry like a true loving mother. Then you exited the school building into the bright, heated sunshine that August day. I knew that day that you would be okay and finally understood that your three triplets were not three tiny triplet babies anymore."

He looks up and smiles at each monitor. "Awe, Arie! Your brain activity is spiked into a series of high pointy lines as I told you my tenderly hearted story of motherhood. Or maybe, you are reacting to my probing and punching on your unconscious body within your active brain cells. In the year 2011, the medical team of scientists asked the comatose patient to image running in a marathon and then the medical monitor spiked with high levels of brain activity, just like yours is doing, now, Arie. So, you can understand my words here inside your hospital room and beside your naked arm. Throughout the past and present times, additional coma research studies had strongly suggested to stimulate the natural body senses on the comatose patient with touch, smell, sound, and vision while helping the person to awaken in consciousness and enjoy the world. I know that Breck and Cinco and the hallway of nasty blood relatives have been annoying your butt-hole with touch, smell, sound, and their ugly face, since Thursday afternoon, after your car accident, Arie. Breck told me so using his sour breath into my cute cheekbone. But still, you continue to slumber in sleep like that young girl in the lovely fairy tale."

He laughs out loud, "Hmm! I wonder if I stimulate one or all your senses will that help you awaken from your dark slumber." Flamingo reaches out and grabs her naked cupped hand with a smile, leaning down into her earlobe and then loudly shouts into her eardrum on the side of her head. "Arie, can you hear me? This is Flamingo, your Middle Child. You know, I actually don't like that silly nickname, even though, it is so true," he laughs out loud again.

Arie continues to slumber in peace with a growl or a grunt or a cry or a yell or a laugh or a smile.

Flamingo sits upright with confusion and stares down with annoyance at her face, "Hmm! I'm missing something. Or I have not done something to my medical patient. A comatose patient has been known to react with an angry grimace or a soft laugh or a sad cry from one or numerous external stimuli. Why is Arie not reacting to me or my external stimuli? A comatose patient can react to lights, smells, touches, tastes, and sounds. There is light," he looks up and squints his eyeballs from the row of bright lights, looking back down and as each one of his pupils adjusts back into normal. He looks up and stares at Arie. "There is smell. Breck, Cinco, AJ, Tommy Lee, me, and the rest of my smelly blood relatives have invaded this enclosed room without a window of sunlight or molecules of fresh air. Plus, I see three nasty looking sleep cots in each corner wall that have been used by Breck, Cinco, and AJ. Even, dead person can't miss that stinky odor. There is touch. I have touched her body with my hands and my cold instruments. I know that Breck has touched Arie. I can smell his cologne aftershave of woody shitty porcupine dick nuts on her pillow, her sheets, and her hand. There is taste using the lips, the mouth, the tongue, and the nostrils. I am not going to taste your naked skin, Arie. Breck has kissed her hand and her cheekbone. I see numerous sets of dried smears from his wet sissy tears. A real man does not cry, Breck." He laughs and then frowns.

"I see the blinking light, like Arie. I smell Breck's stinky cologne, like Arie. I taste nothing, Mama. I touch her hand, like Breck. I hear..."

He releases her hand with puzzlement and then slowly spins around, scanning the white colored room, hearing the soft pings and beeps from each hospital monitors. "I hear an orchestra of soft beeps and pings coming out from each piece of standard, ugly hospital equipment. No wonder Arie is asleep inside her warm, cozy bed. She can't hear Dick or Harry or Larry singing out loud with a happy song."

He stands upright from the stool with a smile, moves ahead, and stops in front of the built-in stereo musical system, twisting the knob, fiddling with each radio station.

The announcer stops talking and as the radio station breaks for a vocal commercial.

Flamingo spins around with a chuckle and dashes back, sitting down on top of the short stool, reaching out. He slides his hand down into her cupped hand with a smile, shouting out loud with a laugh. "Now, let there be sound! You're going to like this song, Arie! It's an oldie like you."

At 05:41 pm, inside the quiet hallway, the line of medical fellows continues to stand and shades their pair of sensitive irises from the bright blinding overhead lamps coming down from the tall ceiling while staring at nose profile on eighteen-year-old high school student Flamingo inside the hospital room without words or movement in silence.

The head physician continues to stand and gasps in alarm, exhaling with disappointment, watching Flamingo. "Flamingo couldn't do it. I'm so sad. He couldn't make Arie wake up or move her body around the bed. Everyone had thought he could do it," she exhales with worry, "All right! His fun is done now. Everyone, follow me and move inside..."

A blast of loud rock and rock musical song with a set of nasty words bombards the interior hospital room and every pair of eardrums in the hallway as the sounds leaks through the glass.

The head physician gasps in shock and dashes ahead, slamming the door, moving into the hospital room. She stops and stands a few feet from the hospital bed and Flamingo. The rest of the medical fellows follows her and stops, standing in a semi-crooked line, staring down at Arie.

Beside the hospital bed, Flamingo continues to sit on top of the hard stool and screams out loud with annoyance. "Ouch! Damn!"

Her hand swiftly wraps around his naked forearm, squeezing his tender skin tissue with pain and blood.

He continues to sit and laughs out loud, staring down at the cupped hand around his naked arm that ekes out his blood proteins over her cupped hand and the yellow tinted bed linen. "When did each one of your fingertips develop into a set of sharp kitty-cat claws, Arie?"

She continues to hold his naked, slightly bloody arm and rests on top of her hospital bed mattress, croaking out with a terrible low growl, like a wild animal. "Do not call me Arie, Middle Child..."

"Did you receive your tetanus shot, this year, Mama? I really wanna know," he continues to sit and watches his blood leak from her gripe.

She releases his arm and opens her eyelashes, darting her eyeballs at her son, croaking out loud with a terrible low growl like a wild animal, "Water..."

He leans down and assists Arie to sit upright against the pillow at her fitted waistline, reaching out for a tiny glass of warm water, holding the glass tumbler to her lips. She slowly gulps down the water.

Inside the brightly lit hospital room, the head physician and each medical fellow continue to stand in line and watch Arie.

The head medical physician softly claps with a smile and a head nod, "Now, that's a miracle!"

Flamingo removes the glass of water from the lips on Arie and then spins around with a wink and a laugh at the female physician and her medical interns inside the room, "Geez! Ya got that right, doc!" He lifts up and shows off his bloody arm from her angry snap of fingernails while nodding with a smile to each physician. "I don't have dog rabies. That's a fucking miracle." Flamingo laughs out loud as each medical physician gasps in shock.

Three weeks and five days later...

Saturday June 13th

Hot temperatures with blazing sunlight

McCory Cow Ranch

Entrance hallway setting

01:01 pm

Asa and Alina dash ahead from an individual open archway, tossing from the white arm basket a handful of soft pink tinted flower petals over the clean marble floor inside the entrance hallway. They twirl around in a circle with a giggle and then halt, dancing side to side, running ahead and then stop. They turn and move ahead, sitting down on the last stairway step, dumping the rest of the flower petals in a pile at their feet with a set of giggles and smiles during the wedding ceremony.

In the far wall corner, a single, low-lying padded chair holds a tall, slender, dark-haired female and her musical white colored harp with both of her hands. She gently strums the bridal song.

From each open archway, Arie and AJ exit out from an individual parlor room and then slowly move ahead, turning to face each other, and then stop in the middle of the room in front of the single male. The elderly male preacher with gray hair and brown eyeballs stands alone and wears a white long robe for their wedding ceremony.

Arie is dressed in a sleeveless pink tinted short dress and a pair of matching sandals, without a bouquet of flowers. AJ wears a pale blue knit shirt, a pair of white pants, and a pair of dark blue shoes. He reaches out and holds her hands with a smile.

On each side of the center couple, two rows of colorful folding metal chairs contain an individual person.

On side row displays a set of our folding metal colorful chairs. Breck sits in a red colored chair and wears his traditional assembly, a pair or clean blue jeans, a white short-sleeved clean T-shirt, a dark blue sports jacket, and a pair of dark blue cowboy boots. His white colored cowboy hat hands on the rake with his grandfather's and AJ's hat also.

He sits beside his girlfriend Precilla. She sits in light green chair and wears a pink sundress with a pair of matching high heeled fashion sandals, smiling at the nose profile on Arie and AJ in front of the room and the preacher.

Beside the chair with Precilla, Cinco sits inside a yellow colored metal folding chair with his girl Babbie. Babbie sits in an orange colored metal folding chair and wears a yellow sundress with a pair of flat matching sandals while smiling at the nose profile on Arie and AJ also.

On the opposite row, Flamingo sits in a red colored folding chair and wears a blue tee shirt with the words BURN U on his chest, his tan colored short pants, his pair of yellow tinted athletic shoes with the short pair of matching ankles socks. And he wears an ass-backwards blue colored baseball cap over his blonde curls with the words in white: BURN U. Iredell sits in a yellow colored metal chair in a red colored dress beside Flamingo and reaches over, patting his arm with a smile. Reese sits in a pink colored folding metal chair and wears a pale blue dress. Her husband Jarvis lounges in a purple colored folding metal chair and wears a pair of blue jeans, a white knit shirt, and a pair of polished green and gray cowboy boots.

The triplets have made the decision to be present within the crowd of guests, not beside their mother Arie.

Arie is staring her new life with her new husband AJ. Each one of her sons is starting a new life at the college campus.

It makes sense that her three sons are not included in the wedding ceremony which was only shared her life with her new husband AJ. Arie and AJ had also decided on a simple family wedding, with the family members.

On the second row behind the back spine on Flamingo, Aurora and her husband Moe sit in a pair of matching blue colored folding metal chairs. Aurora wears a black colored dress with spite. Moe dons a white suit without a tie and a pair of black colored cowboy boots for fun.

On the second row behind the back spine on Babbie, the parents of AJ sit in a pair of matching white colored metal folding chairs.

On the third row, in a set of matching peach colored metal chairs, the family friend Sheriff Tommy Lee, his wife, and his daughter attend the small wedding ceremony while staring at the nose profile on Arie and AJ.

The preacher nods with a smile to each nose profile on AJ and then on Arie. "We are here to join this man and this woman. Arie, do you want to tell your future husband anything before I marry both of ya'll here, today?"

Arie clears her throat and smiles to AJ. "Well, I am nervous and excited and thrilled and happy about sharing my life with you, AJ. We have already been through some pretty good and most unusual moments from our past events together," she giggles with her secrets and as her triplets and AJ softly chuckle with their secrets. She grins. "But I know in my heart and in my mind that my future and the rest of my life with you are going to be filled with fun times, but not too many daring adventures. Okay, AJ!" She laughs out loud and hides her grin with the bouquet of flowers as some of her secret dangerous events have not been shared with her set of loving and elderly parents.

"Ditto!" AJ nods with a smile and continues to chuckle out loud with her triplets regarding all the daring adventures.

Iredell does not stand or toss an arm in the air but shouts out loud. "Here to the bride and groom!" She drops it and reaches out, patting the naked forearm on flamingo again as they both grin with the secrets.

The preacher smiles to Arie and then AJ, "I proclaim you, Mr. and Mrs. AJ Bibb. You may kiss the groom, Mrs. Bibb!"

Arie leans over and kisses his lips, lifting her arm in the air, waving to the guest. Each guest sounds with a set of claps, hoots, and cheers. AJ raises his arm in the air and waves at the guests also. Each guest continues to sound with a set of claps, hoots, and cheers.

She pulls back with a wink. "That was fun."

He leans over and cuddles his new wife Arie while staring at each guest, shouting out loud. "And we'll have more fun, after all the family members leave. Look at the time! Everyone needs to go, right now, this moment, without delay!"

Each guest sits upright from a chair and as the married couple scoots around the room with nods and kisses and hugs from the short wedding ceremony.

On the front row, Flamingo slowly stands upright from the metal chair and as it squeaks in metal pain, smiling with happiness for his mother and his new step-father AJ. His family is back together working through the hard feelings, bad emotions, and terrible hurtful words.

However, time heals everything as the ancient axiom states.

Iredell slowly stands upright from the metal chair with the assistance from her grandson. She leans over and hugs pulling back with a wink to her middle grandson Flamingo. "Well, grandson, you finally are living in the real world with the real people. What do you think of the real world with the real people? What is the college life like for you as a college man, not high school teenager?"

He smiles, "My new life and my college atmosphere are very intriguing and interesting, Grandmother. I have already dived deeply down into all of my academic work and have three tests for next week and two research projects due within four weeks. Wow! Whoa! Woo! College life is really different and tough and challenging to my brain cells. I wasn't expecting to work my brain and my butt-hole so hard."

She smiles, "What about all the pretty college girls, dear?"

He exhales with a nod. "I have not tried a pretty college female yet. But give me some more time!"

Arie's mother Reese moves ahead and stands beside the couple, Breck and Precilla, turning to smile at each teenager. "Breck, Cilla, how are your college classes treating your new set of neurons?"

Cilla smiles with a nod, "I'm very busy, Mrs. Dunlap. I didn't really have any type of homework assignments like in high school that requires completing each week. But, I must study for each class course as the professor likes to ask too many questions during class time which affects my final academic grade. I want to do well in college, because I am going to enroll in Law School."

Breck smiles with a nod at Reese, "My college classes are going well, Grandma. However, I need to study more for each academic classes and I need to practice more on my college football plays. But, overall, Cilla and I stay busy with each other while attending some of the funner events and inside each one of our individual classes while doing the hard stuff."

Reese nods. "That's good to hear!"

Jarvis moves ahead and stands next to the couple, Cinco and Babbie. He reaches out with a smile and slaps the chest on Cinco with a chuckle. "What are you wearing, Cinco?"

Cinco presses the short-sleeved button-down purple, yellow, and blue plaid patterned dress shirt down over his muscular chest with a smile and wears a pair of matching trousers over a pair of purple colored leather shoes. He laughs out loud with nod to Jarvis. "Flamingo had changed his dress style. So, I changed my dress style, too. I'm a college man now. I traded in my pair of dirty white T-shirts, dirty black jeans, and my nasty biker boots for this cute and sexy assemble."

Jarvis laughs, "The man in purple and yellow plaid. Didn't wear that on the football field, Cinco?"

He smiles. "Yeah, I like the look and feel. I can pair my colorful plaid shirt with different types of colored trousers and a pair of matching or non-matching colorful dress shoes. Don't worry! I won't be caught in plaid during the football game, Grandpa."

Babbie leans over and hugs Cinco nodding to Jarvis. "I just love my man, plaid and all."

"Yeah, I love my girl, too." Cinco leans over and kisses her face, pulling back with a wink of happiness.

The mother of AJ wears an ankle-length beige colored lacey dress with numerous jewelry items that covers both of her earlobes, both of her wrist bones, her naked pale skinned throat, and all ten fingers. The father of AJ wears a pair of dark trousers, a red knit shirt, and a pair of dark cowboy boots. They both advance ahead toward their son AJ and his new wife Arie and then halt in place, facing the young married couple.

The mother of AJ leans over and barely pecks his smooth cheekbone, pulling back with a fake smile to her only son. "AJ, I hope you and Arie visit us, sometimes, without the children, of course," she slowly back steps from AJ and Arie and then scoots around the newly married couple, slowly moving ahead toward the open archway and her limousine for the trip back home to Athens.

In front of his father, AJ fakes a smile and rolls his eyeballs with annoyance at his snobby mother, looking back at his elderly father with a wink. "Don't worry, Mom. Arie and I will visit you, without the children, of course. Have a nice trip back to Athens, Mother!"

The father of AJ continues to stand and smiles at AJ and then Arie. "The wedding was short and beautiful. I like a short wedding. Welcome to the family, Arie!" He leans over and hugs Arie, pulling back, planting a fatherly kiss on her cheekbone. He releases Arie and stands back with a smile, extending a handshake to his son. "You did well, AJ. Your mother is going to visit the foreign country of beautiful Canada for the next two calendar months, starting next week. Best wishes, Arie! Congratulations, AJ! So, come up and enjoy the sunset with me on Monday afternoon, kids. Bye, AJ and Arie!" He scoots around the married couple with a laugh and exits the house, advancing toward to his luxury limousine. The limousine will drive them both back to their home in Athens.

Tommy Lee approaches AJ and Arie while laughing out loud at the snobby mother of AJ and then stops, leaning over, hugging Arie. He pulls back with a wink. "Well, my pseudo-little sister has finally gotten married again. And as your pseudo-big brother, I approve whole-heartedly. Best of luck, Arie! Congratulation, AJ!"

Arie exhales with happiness and leans over, pecking a tiny sisterly kiss at the cheekbone on Tommy Lee, pulling back with a smile, "Thanks to you, Tommy Lee! I'm so grateful and happy and appreciative as you have watched over me and my three sons all these years. And you and AJ worked well and both of ya'll have brought my three boys back home and to me."

Tommy Lee looks back over his collar bone to view each triplet and then returns back to see Arie. "Well, there is still one more heavenly miracle that needs to occur here."

"And it will. I have faith in my family members and my friends," AJ nods and shakes the hand on Tommy Lee, releasing the limb, slapping the bicep on Tommy Lee with a smile.

Tommy Lee nods and back steps from his new and old friend, spinning around with a grin, gathering his family members.

The McCory cow ranch manor is 9,000 square feet of living space.

The first greeting room through a set of dark wooden double doors is the entrance hall which displays a fifteen feet high ceiling within fifty feet of three peach colored painted walls

In the middle of the entrance hall, a three-story dark colored wooden staircase gracefully rises up towards the second level and is framed by two curved archways in pretty pinkish colored rosewood. The staircase kisses down onto a pink, gray, and white speckled marble floor.

The three walls stand bare and naked without a single piece of ugly or pretty art work or a single mounted family picture frame. The entrance wall displays a set of double doors which are partial opened as each guest exits the manor.

Each side wall with a row of low-lying glass windows display miles of manicured lawn, pods of colorful garden flowers, pads of short trees and groves of tall shade trees plus some of the pale blue sky and bright sunlight.

Flamingo has brotherly kissed and then hugged each biological grandparent without meeting the new set of step-grandparents from AJ's family, if that word and that idea is a valid claim among new family members while staring out the clean glass window through the set of thinly designed beige colored shear curtains that violently clashes with the peach colored wall.

A tall and slender body appears and stands beside Flamingo, wearing an ankle-length light green colored dress and a pair of tan colored sandals, staring out the same glass window. She admires the landscape with a smile. "The wedding ceremony was short and sweet. I like that. This room is beautiful and displays miles and miles of your farm land. That's beautiful too."

Flamingo turns and frowns at the nose profile on the pale skinned teenager. "Thanks."

She turns and smiles at Flamingo, "Hey, Flamingo! How are your college courses progressing as a junior student at Burn U?"

He exhales. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

She slaps her chest and nods with a smile. "I'm Blanche from AP classes at Lacy Springs High."

He gasps in shock. "You look so different."

"I had my mouth braces removed and my pair of eyeballs have finally corrected. I don't need to wear my eyeglasses anymore."

"And you grew tall also.

"I guess. I am starting as a junior in the fall at Lacy Springs High. But this summer, I am volunteering at the local hospital. My hopes are to become a pediatric surgeon. I have been studying about hydrocephalus and the effect on the human brain. Hydrocephalus is extra cerebrospinal fluid coming from the cerebral ventricle which can be re-routed down and absorbed into the vascular system. There is a new surgical technique, where the surgeon can cut a hole in the bottom on each ventricle and allow the extra fluid to flow out of the brain. I want to help sick babies. I am planning to attend and graduate Burn U and then enroll at Bam U medical school, becoming a medical pediatric surgeon."

Flamingo gasps and then smiles. "That's noble cause for each child."

She smiles. "Thanks, Flamingo."

Tommy Lee appears and stands behind his daughter Blanche with a smile, "Time to go, sweetheart! We have stuff to do before the end of the day. Welcome back home, Flamingo! How's college going?"

Flamingo gasps in shock and whispers for his eardrums only. "Blanche is his daughter. I didn't know. Well, I did but didn't acknowledge it, until now." He clears his throat and smiles. "College is great, Tommy Lee! How is your world of law and order?" He laughs at his silly joke as Tommy Lee maintains law and order here in Lacy Springs while keeping Flamingo as a law and order citizen too.

Tommy Lee nods with a smile. "Fine and dandy! See you again when ya'll come back and visit Lacy Springs, Flamingo!"

Flamingo nods. "Bye, Tommy Lee and Blanche!"

Blanches spins around from the window and slowly moves ahead with her father towards the open archway while shouting out loud. "Bye, Flamingo!"

Inside the entrance hall, Reese and Jarvis slowly shuffle around each person and then stand in front of the newly married couple AJ and Arie. Reese reaches out and hugs her daughter and then AJ, pulling back, releasing the hug with a smile of happiness for them, "Best of luck to the both of you! I have a feeling that everything will work out fine for the rest of your lives."

Arie smiles, "Thanks, Mom! I have the same feeling too."

Jarvis leans over and kisses the smooth cheekbone on Arie, pulling back with a smile. He leans over and shakes the hand on AJ, releasing the limb with a nod. "Welcome to the family, AJ. O! But, you have already been welcomed into the family for weeks and weeks now. So, just pretend to like the blood related family members. They'll never know," he laughs out loud with AJ and Arie.

Reese reaches over and slaps his arm, wearing a smile "Do not listen to Jarvis, AJ. Welcome to the family, again, AJ. Call us if you need anything, Arie or AJ. We are only a couple of miles down the road. We need to go, honey. The room is clearing out. Bye, Arie and AJ!"

Arie smiles, "Bye, Mom and Dad!"

"Bye, Arie and AJ. Welcome to the family, AJ." Jarvis shouts out loud with a laugh and exits the house.

Tommy Lee, his wife, and his daughter exit the house.

Inside the entrance hall, Iredell shuffles around each person, speaks to the other grandsons and their girlfriends, and then finally stands before AJ and Arie. She reaches out and hugs both of them, pulling back with a smile. "I was hoping for the best, when AJ showed up to help me. And the best turned out to the greatest for me and you, two kids. Congratulations, AJ! Breck, Senior is watching down from heaven and is so proud and happy for the both of you, like me, also."

AJ smiles with a nod. "Thank you, Iredell."

Iredell leans over and whispers to Arie. "I am so happy for you, Arie. Breck, Senior is happy too."

"Thanks, Mom!" Arie whispers back.

Iredell pulls back and releases Arie, smiling at married couple, "See ya'll around the town!" She nods and then scoots sideways, moving ahead, exiting the house for her personal vehicle and then back home. She smiles at the joyous occasion and the happiness for her daughter-in-law and her three grandsons. Almighty God has given Iredell a very happy life.

Aurora and Moe approach AJ and Arie and then halt. Aurora sorta sneers and then fakes a smile to her older sister, who seems to have everything now. "Congratulations, AJ! Best of luck, Arie!"

Arie fakes a smile. "Thanks, Aurora!"

AJ whips out a pair of paper tickets from his blue sports jacket and waves the two items near his smile. "Thank you, Aurora! I feel like part of family for weeks now. Hey, Aurora and Moe! Arie and I have found out too late that the triplets have invited us to their first college social party in Birmingham for next week. Now, we can't cancel our cruise ship. So, we were wondering if you and Moe could use these two cruise tickets."

Aurora gasps in shock and stares at the two tickets. "When is the cruise ship leaving the mainland? I can't just walk out of my working job."

He smiles. "In two weeks, from today, the ship is going to the Caribbean island for some fun and sun. Everything is paid for including food meals, transportation, airline tickets, and some fun spending monies that is stored inside the money safe in the private cruise ship room for gambling or shopping plus a schedule tour of sightseeing events on the big island. What do you think, Aurora?"

She frowns. "Well, we have our two little girls to care for."

He smiles. "This particular cruise ship has a kiddie floor, which is supervised by a professional staff of adults, not teenagers with first aid training, and the kiddie floor offers twenty-four hours of babysitting services. Most cruise ships do, so the loving and worried parents can have fun and not come back to the cruise ship."

She smiles. "Well, if the trip is in two weeks, then I can request time off. And if my two little girls can be supervised by a professional staff and you and Arie cannot absolutely go, then we can go for ya'll," she snatches the tickets from the hand on AJ and looks down with a smile at each ticket. "Let's go, Moe! I need to call my work supervisor, right now," she scoots with a grin around AJ and Arie, shouting out loud. "Bye, ya'll! Come on, Asa and Alina! We're going back home. Thanks for the cruise ship tickets, AJ." She moves ahead toward the open archway with Moe. The two girls dash ahead and dance side to side while giggling with fun.

Inside the entrance hall, Arie stands in place and shouts at the staircase without seeing her sister, "Bye, Moe and Aurora. Have a fun time!"

AJ spins around with a smile and waves a hand at the back spine at the fat ass on his new sister-in-law Aurora and her husband short Moe. "Enjoy the cruise, Moe and Aurora! If you have questions about the cruise trip, call my travel agent. Her mobile telephone is located on the outside of the ticket. She can explain the agenda and the monies and the events," chuckling.

Arie exhales with annoyance at the staircase and spins around, viewing the open archway, seeing the manicured lawn. She leans over and frowns into his smooth cheekbone with a whisper of annoyance. "Why did you do that? We are not scheduled to go on a cruise ship to anywhere. We are not going on a honeymoon to anywhere. We have had too many fun and dangerous events for the past six months. We decided to stay here in Lacy Springs instead. And the boys do not have a college party for us to attend or celebrate."

AJ whispers back with a smile. "Arie, did you not learn anything from that silly but dramatic fake court trial with a real judge and with your real son Flamingo? I am part of your family now. You meet my biological parents. My dad is cool. My mother is..." he exhales. "I love your family members and your three sons. I wanna be liked by them too. And you and I are rich. I can afford to spread my money to others. It is the right thing to do. It makes me happy. I like to be happy. And everyone is happy too."

She exhales. "Yes, you are correct. I can do more for our family members and my community too."

He smiles and reaches down, grabbing her hand. "Now, we need to start the healing process with the triplets, right here and right now." AJ spins around and moves ahead to the staircase, swinging around with Arie, tossing an arm in the air. He stares at each triplet, who stands on a different peach colored wall inside the entrance hall. AJ is not the father of the triplets but holds the key to becoming a good friend with the triplets while supporting Arie's motherly cause with her three sons. "Flamingo, Breck, and Cinco, please come over here to the staircase. Your mother and I have to say to each one of ya'll."

On the front wall at the row of low-lying glass windows, Breck stares at his new stepfather AJ and his mother Arie, exhaling with worry. He leans over and gently kisses the smooth cheekbone on his girl Cilla, pulling back with a whisper, gently shoving her towards the open archway, without a personal boyfriend escort. She nods to Breck in silence and then swiftly leaves with a stern face of worry, driving her personal vehicle back to her house while she worries and waits for her boyfriend Breck.

Breck will finish the business with his family clan and then Cilla will drive them back to Burn U this afternoon.

On the side wall in front of the row of low-lying glass windows, Cinco stares at his new stepfather AJ and his mother Arie. Babbie leans over and whispers into cheekbone on Cinco, pulling back with a nod, roughly shoving him toward AJ. She swiftly moves ahead with worry and prays for love, exiting the house, driving her personal vehicle back to her home while waiting for her boyfriend Cinco. Then, they will drive back to college inside her vehicle this afternoon for college classes on Monday morning.

On the opposite side wall, Flamingo continues to stand and stares through the glass window and then spins around to view his new step-father AJ and his mother Arie, wearing a stern face.

The triplets slowly move ahead, stop, and then stand in a semi-crooked row in front AJ and Arie in silence.

In front of the staircase, AJ exhales with worry and stares at one of her sons, holding her hand. "Look! The past two weeks have been hard. And this is not going to get any easier, if each one of you do not talk to each other. I am the outsider here. But I am now married to your mother. I love Arie. I do not have any brothers or sisters or aunts or uncles or crazy cousins. Each one of you is lucky to have an extended family unit. I just want you to think about that. I plan to involve my new family members with my future activities. Now, you can elect not to participate. Or you can come and have fun. Either way, you will be invited to each one of our happy and new family social plans here at your homestead and your hometown of Lacy Springs. College courses will be taken into account for any future family fun activity. I am going to say one more thing and then I have finished my fatherly lecture. I knew your biological father better than each one of you. He was a good man, a great husband, a loving father, a wonderful friend, and a devoted soldier. Each one of you possess parts and pieces of him that's why each one of you fight and play well together. I can never take his place as your father. I would never dream of doing that. But I can help mold each one of you into the man, who was your father, that I also had admired and respected during our war times and fun friendship. Now, I am done. Arie, would you like to say something to your three sons, before they leave back for their college classes at Burn U?"

Arie clears her throat. "I love each one of you, equally. I have always tried to develop and guide you toward the best outcome with your individual talents as a mother. However, sometimes, I am wrong. I am wrong, Flamingo. I was wrong to accept words and actions from another person, stranger over my own son's words, feelings, desires, wants, and needs, whom I love more than myself. I know these are only words. But I am so sorry, Flamingo. I cannot explain my un-motherly acts or terrible motherly reactions. But I was wrong. And I hope, one day, you can see that I am a human and a mother, who can and still will make mistakes. I hope you can forgive me, Flamingo. But in my heart, I still love you and still want the best for my middle child," she wipes the tears of regret, sorrow, confusion, and sadness.

Flamingo continues to stand in the row with his two brothers and wipes off the tears of sorrow, confusion, puzzlement and angry, nodding with a stern face. "I was told a few days ago that I should obey my parents. Well, I had one parent before. Now, I have two parents, where I never did before. Welcome to the family, AJ! I wanna join and enjoy all your new reindeer games. Hanging with you is both fun and dangerous," he laughs the others and then frowns. "I, too, am a human, a son, and a brother. And I, too, make mistakes. My mistakes are grand, unforgivable, and unforgettable. But over time, the brain learns to forget pain and sorrow, replacing with laughter and happiness. I admit that I have not been happy over the past two weeks. I have dived into the school work and focused my mind, not my heart. But I have come to miss my two brothers that is part of me as a set of triplets, three blood related biological brothers from the zygote. I know all of this is hard and requires hard work to work out our feelings and our angry, Mama and Breck. But I think I have advanced one step forward with a thousand more to go. What do you think about this, Breck?"

Breck continues to stand beside Flamingo and looks down to see the floor and then up to see each face, nodding with a stern face, pointing at Flamingo. "Leave it up to Flamingo to steal my damn speech!" He laughs out loud with the others and leans over, hugging Flamingo with his brotherly love.

Cinco continues to stand beside Flamingo and tosses both arms in the air, laughing with a nod. "I don't know what in the hell Flamingo just said. But, if it means that we are three brothers again, then I'm in."

Flamingo rolls his eyeballs and then smiles at AJ, "Geez! I spill out my guts over the floor and then my two brothers stomp all over them."

Cinco looks down at the floor and returns back to see Flamingo. "What guts? Do you have diarrhea, Flamingo? Is it contagious? Breck cooked the food meal last night. His food was good to eat. I ate a lot of his good food. Was there something in the food that caused your diarrhea, Flamingo? What was it?"

Flamingo frowns. "Forget you, Cinco! I was being profound."

"Pound of what?" Cinco turns and frowns at Breck. "Am I getting diarrhea too, dude? Was the pound of meat contaminated with E-coli or something vile, Breck? Am I going to be sick like you, too, Flamingo?"

Flamingo moves ahead and stops, hugging his mother Arie, kissing her cheekbone, and pulls back with a smile. "I love you, Mama!"

Arie nods with a smile. "I love you, Flamingo!"

Each person shows personal body affection to each relative.

Finally, AJ back steps from the huddle of warm bodies and tosses both of his arms in the air with a laugh. "Has everyone kissed a cheekbone and shake a warm hand? Good job! Because, we have a set of presents."

Cinco looks back over his collar bone and stares at the naked walls returning back with puzzlement to AJ and Arie, pointing at his mother. "But, you are the newly newlyweds of marriage here today. We should give you a wedding present. However, I don't have a present to give the newly newlyweds. Is that okay, Mama? However, I do have questions. Where is the tall white colored wedding cake? Where is your long and white colored wedding dress? Where is the bowl of colorful wedding mints? Where is ugly wire iron coated arch with an array of pretty smelly wedding flowers, Mama?"

"AJ and Mama wanted everyone to leave after the wedding, not stay and eat mints, Cinco." Flamingo back steps from Arie and stands in the line of brothers, elbowing Cinco with a laugh.

"Come outside, ya'll!" AJ holds the hand on Arie and leads the family clan through the open archway with a smile

At 1:33 pm in the heated day of sunlight, AJ and Arie stops and stands on top of the yellow driveway that runs beside the house, staring a line of tall and parked objects.

Breck, Flamingo, and Cinco stops and stand behind AJ and Arie admiring the line of tall and parked objects in silence and curiosity.

AJ spins around with Arie and releases her hand, thumbing back over his collar bone at the first object with a smile. "The first gift, this is Arie's pickup truck which has been washed and cleaned. And it has been official registered to its new owner, first born triplet son Breck foreverly," he laughs with Arie.

Breck gasps with shock and smiles at Arie. "Mama's pickup truck! I got to have and then drive her pickup truck to college for my classes and then back here to Lacy Springs for visiting ya'll."

Arie nods with a smile. "Well, I think it's a fair trade. I wrecked your pickup truck when I hit that oak tree. So, you can have my pickup truck to drive around Birmingham and back home to Lacy Springs, Breck."

Breck moves ahead, stops, and hugs the front grill on her pickup truck with a smile.

After his mother Arie had wrecked his personal jacked-up pickup truck, he had been driving around the town inside her personal vehicle. Once his college classes had started in the month of June, he had been riding with Flamingo inside his sports car going back and forth from his classes or using the solar bike at the campus grounds or walking for his health.

Breck pulls back with a smile and pats the truck with love. "Thanks, Mama! I love you, Mama and AJ."

In the brotherly line-up, Flamingo frowns at Arie. "What are you going to drive around town and around the farm property, Mama?"

"I do not need to drive an automobile. I have a permanent chauffeur, "Arie leans over and touches the arm on AJ with a smile.

"All right! I ain't touching that one!" Flamingo tosses both arms in the air with laughter and slams them back down onto Cinco for fun and then laughing again.

Cinco frowns at the truck. "Why didn't you buy Breck a new pickup truck, Mama? You got money. I got money. Breck can buy a new pickup truck with his money."

AJ smiles, "Each gift is given in love, not greed, Cinco."

Cinco frowns. "O!"

Arie exhales. "About your personal inheritance money, I am very happy that each one of you did not try to access that money inside your personal bank account. The money is shared by me and you. If you had taken any of the money, then I could have had your butt-hole arrested by Tommy Lee."

"Not fuckingly happening ever again!" Flamingo shakes his backwards baseball cap and wears a frown.

Arie smiles, "The money cannot be touched until you turn wiser at the age of twenty-five years old."

Cinco gasps, "Why so long of time, Mama? Twenty-five years old is seven years from now."

She smiles, "Because I love each one of you."

Cinco frowns. "O!"

AJ nods and displays a set of car keys near his smile. "Cinco, you need a safer vehicle for your long-distance driving, not a racing motorcycle. So, I give up and give to you my personal pickup truck. The truck has been washed and cleaned and registered with papers in your name as the permanent owner also for foreverly."

Cinco nods and smiles, "Wow! Really! You are giving up your personal jacked up pickup truck for our mama. Then you are giving your pickup to me. Thanks, AJ! This is great, wonderful, fantastic," he snatches the car keys and advances to truck, opening the door, looking inside with a smile.

Cinco had only used a motorcycle during his years in high school. Once his college courses had started in the month of June with his brothers Flamingo and Breck, he had been hiking a ride with his girl Babbie or using the solar bike on campus or hiking it on feet with Breck.

AJ spins around with Arie and advances back to his pickup truck. "A motorcycle and a terrain vehicle are both loaded inside the truck bed for fun. But you must be very careful driving around the college campus and not on any of the public streets there in Birmingham. That driving action could have some serious consequences."

Cinco back steps with a smile and spins around with a laugh, winking at AJ, shouting out loud to Breck. "I have learned my lesson about trespassing on private property. Ain't that right, Breck?"

Breck back steps and scoots around his truck, standing in a huddle with his family, nodding with a smile. "O yeah! That will never happen again. I promise."

In the bright sunlight, the loose huddle of old and new family members slowly moves ahead and then stops, standing in front of Flamingo's sports car.

Arie leans over and hugs each one of her sons, pulling back, standing beside her new husband, staring at each son. "Well, this is your individual high school graduation gift. I had planned something totally different, but it didn't work that way. And I am so sorry that each one of you missed your high school graduation ceremony. Well, the Lacy Springs High School graduation ceremony never took place at the school campus this year. I and some of the other parents have talked with Principal Marshall about that. He says that he is sorry also. The school year has concluded for the springtime. He cannot go back and restructure a Lacy Springs graduation ceremony for the senior class. I offered to pay to reconstruct the graduation celebration. He said it was a state law. So, this is it, ya'll. I give my love and offer my prayers that you drive safely and safe back to Burn U. I hope that each one of you are successful in all of your academic classes and graduate within your allocated time of four years or two years. AJ and I will be at each football game. Don't worry! He has received his Burn U tickets and our assigned seats for the entire family including our non-football player Flamingo. This is your home always and forever. You can come back at any time. I am retiring from the farming life and allowing Horace more responsibly until my heir Cinco comes back and takes over our farm. AJ and I will not be traveling throughout the world anymore until the end of the football season and the holiday celebrations at the end of the year. So, I want each one of you to have fun in college but remember to study and eat all of your food. Call me or AJ for anything! AJ and I can drive down and fix any of your problems but your academic grades," she laughs with the others.

AJ nods with a smile to each triplet. "Arie has expressed my words and my feeling. So, do you have any questions or comments or complains or compliments for us, before ya'll three drive off into brightly heated damn day of summer back toward your air-conditioned apartment house?" He laughs with the others also.

Breck reaches out and taps the pink engine hood on the ugly sports car. "Where in the hell is your personal beautiful red colored sports car, Flamingo? This thing a piece of shit. This thing looks like a piece of shit too. Why do you drive this piece of shit thing around the town? Cinco and I had retrieved your personal beautiful red colored sports car out from the police impound that terrible day when we couldn't capture your ass in Birmingham. And then Cinco had driven it back home and parked it inside the garage for you use. However, you have been driving around in that shitty looking piece of junk, not your usual car. Where is your real sports car, Flamingo?"

Flamingo stands beside his new car and reaches over with a smile, patting the door frame with a nod, staring at his two brothers in silence.

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Twenty-six days ago, Flamingo had driven the ugly looking sports car and parked the strange vehicle inside one of the open garage space right beside his beautiful red colored sports car, after he had awoken up his mother Arie inside her hospital room, when he had returned back home with happiness to tell each brother of the heavenly miracle that only came from Almighty God.

As a selfish and arrogant fifteen-year-old kid, Flamingo had ordered the beautiful red tinted sports car at the local car dealership three months before the sports car had arrived at his sixteen-year-old birthday party. His mother Arie was a billionaire who would spend money to purchase luxury items on her three sons.

Starting the day on his sixteen-year-old birthday party that he had always shared with his younger brother Cinco, Flamingo had driven the pretty sports car around the tiny town of Lacy Springs for two years until his mother Arie had taken the pretty automobile away from his ass in the city of Birmingham on a pretty Sunday morning, because she had owned the car, not Flamingo.

During his brief impromptu visit to metro city Birmingham, Flamingo had lived without his two brothers, alone and quiet. The nights had been peaceful but boring. The days had been heated and uneventful, until Breck and Cinco had shown up and scared the dookie outta of his clean underwear briefs.

Also, during his brief Birmingham trip, Flamingo had not starved for food or slept on a park bench or ran out of money, but he had lost sometime more valuable, his compassion. He had strived to learn and yearned to become a medical physician, which required compassion, to cure a sick patient or help a dying human being.

He had swiftly run away from his mother, who was a caring human being, right after that silly court trial, feeling angry, fury, hate, disappointment, betrayal, and sad emotions as a silly and arrogant teenage son also. If Flamingo had stayed and offered his forgiveness to his mother, then she would not have decided to use Breck's pickup truck and chase after her son which resulted in an accident and her bodily injury.

Arie would have avoided the car accident with the oak tree and her hospital stay from a medical coma, if her son Flamingo had been bold and brave enough to denounce his arrogance words and ways and then had asked forgiveness from his mother. Arie and Flamingo had been wrong but love would have saved the both of them.

Now, Flamingo has learned that a human life is precious, which can only be taken away from Planet Earth by Almighty God. So, he accepts his major and minor teenly mistakes and tries to learn not to repeat them again. His beautiful red tinted sports car floods his active mind with old and sad memories of good and bad times during his silly and careless youth. Now, Flamingo wants to create and experience a set of new memories. So, he dumps the old for the new.

Thus, the beautiful red tinted sports car is gone from both his mind and his body leaving an empty space that is slowing filling with his love and appreciation for his personal life, his mother, his brothers, his new step-father, and all type of new friends.

Also, during his high school days, Flamingo had ruled the school campus using his good looks, his charming personality, his string of famous curse words, his wandering dick, and his set of smart neurons, becoming the Big Man on campus among his peers, friends, and foes. He might be a multi-millionaire, but he had worked to maintain a set of good grades and the respect from his mother, his grandmother and the older citizens of Lacy Springs and his dreams of becoming a medical physician.

Now, he is one of the numerous junior college students that attend the public institution Birmingham University. On his first day of college, the first class in biology, he witnessed a thirteen-year-old kid genius, who was also a junior college student, like Flamingo, that almost taught the class lecture using a set of smart brain cells, who wants to become a brain surgeon.

Flamingo had been stunned and shocked but had learned another life lesson. His good looks, his charming personality, his string of curse words, his wandering dick, and his other material possessions did not matter in college environment.

His set of smart neurons will determine his success or failure in reaching his dream career as a medical physician.

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At 02:02 pm, in the heated day, on top of the yellow tinted driveway, in front of AJ and Arie, Flamingo turns and smiles down at the ugly looking sports car.

The car displays a pink fender on the back and a pale blue fender on the other backside, a yellow fender on the front and a midnight black fender on the other front side. The engine hood is colored in dark green. The side door displays dark blue hue and the driver's side door is gray tint. The trunk hood is orange color. The car possesses a set of black fifteen-inched wheels. The engine hood is bulged up and then humpbacked like a whale. The wheel is arched out and there is a rear spoiler in a tone of fancy, girly lavender tint. There isn't a front grill of steel but one gigantic front intake of shout strength. And the rooftop is bright red that blinds each pair of eyeballs.

His car hides a 5.8-liter supercharged V-8 engine and flies from a resting pose of zero miles-per-hour to 60 miles-per-hour in 3.5 seconds where Flamingo has tested over and over again, racing around the outskirts of Birmingham and Lacy Springs. The car runs a set of quarter mile tire marks in 11.6 seconds at 125 miles-per-hour. The muscle car goes up to the maximum speed of 200 miles-per-hour as Flamingo and AJ have discovered in secret, of course, without Arie's knowledge, most definitely and defiantly.

Flamingo looks up and smiles to Breck and then Cinco, still patting the car with a nod. "This is my new or rather older car now. Me and my old, ugly sports car have been through lots of shitty fun. I find that I can't part with her, my new love." He laughs. "My personal and beautiful red sports car has been donated for a good cause. Isn't that right, Mama?"

When Arie had been feeling better and had come back at home from the hospital, Flamingo had approached AJ as a friend and explained his personal experience in Birmingham. Flamingo had wanted to donor his sixty thousand dollar sports car to the Rent-A-Lemon private company in gratitude for giving a stupid teenager a chance and a car. Else, Flamingo would not have saved Arie. Or Arie would not have saved Flamingo depending on the narrator of the storyline.

AJ had nodded in agreement and discussed the proposal with Arie in private. Arie had nodded her approval with a smile that Flamingo was maturing into manhood nicely.

§

Twenty-two days later, AJ had driven the beautiful red tinted sports car back to Birmingham and parked the car at the Rent-A-Lemon business venture. Flamingo had driven the ugly sports car and parked on the side road watching AJ conduct business.

AJ and the two young male owners of the company had worked together and exchanged Flamingo's pretty sports car for the ugly sports car along with a large cash settlement to Rent-A-Lemon Company.

The two owners had been happy. Flamingo had been happy. And AJ had been car sick from the motion inside the ugly speeding sports car on the trip back home to Lacy Springs as driver Flamingo had laughed out loud. "Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder but underneath the V-8 engine. Ain't that right, AJ?"

§

At 02:04 pm, in the heated day, on top of the yellow driveway, Breck wipes a sweaty brow and frowns down at the car and then at Flamingo. "What in the hell does that mean, bro?"  
AJ claps and smiles at each triplet while sweating in the heated sunlight also. "That means, you are ready to roll back to college in your used and abused individual vehicle. Good luck in college! Drive safe on the road! And don't forget your girlfriend. Do not get a speeding ticket either, Flamingo!" He waves to each son goodbye as each child leaves their homestead for a set of new adventures.

Arie smiles at Flamingo. "That means Flamingo also has received a high school graduation present coming from his mother too. My three redneck babies, I offer good bye for now until our next family event later this month or around the fourth of July. Drive carefully! Study long and hard! I love each one of you, always and forever," She moves ahead with a face of happy tears, not sad and hugs each son, pulling back with a motherly peck on the cheekbone, stepping backwards from each one of her babies. She stands with her new husband AJ and looks forward to their new adventures here on the McCory cow ranch tonight and the rest of her days until her three sons return back from college and take over the farm operations in seven years.

Each triplet dashes ahead with new excitement of their college future and then slides down into an individual driver's seat on a used and abused personal vehicle, a graduation gift with love from their mother Arie.

Each one cranks a cold engine and sits a few seconds longer inside the driveway while waving to AJ and Arie, wearing a smile of happiness but feeling a little sad about leaving home for the next seven years.

At 02:04 pm, in the heated day, Breck breaks the sad moment and then steers ahead off first, like always, as the first born triplet of Mrs. Arie Bibb and the deceased Breck Freehurst McCory, Junior, slowly driving down the smooth driveway, exiting onto the main highway. He leads the triplets away from their homestead. Breck is heading back towards Precilla's house. She will be surprised with his new vehicle. Then they will ride back to Burn U College together inside his pickup truck for their set of academic classes Monday morning.

At 02:05 pm, Cinco leaves out next out of birth order as the baby born triplet of Mrs. Arie Bibb and the deceased Breck Freehurst McCory, Junior, slowly driving down the same driveway, exiting onto the main highway. He follows a few feet behind Breck and drives to see Babbie showing off all his new set of transport toys next. Then, they will travel down the interstate in a separate automobile toward Burn U for their set of academic classes Monday morning.

On top of the yellow driveway of a heated day, inside an air-conditioned cockpit, Flamingo presses down the clutch pedal and revs the powerful engine with a laugh inside his cockpit without moving the car forward. He releases the clutch pedal and presses down on the gasoline pedal at the same time while slowly steering ahead down the same driveway without burning the bricks or the tires. He reaches the end of the driveway and then turns onto main highway, swiftly increasing the speed, chasing after Cinco with a laugh.

At 02:08 pm, in the heated day of June, on top of the yellow driveway, in front of their two hundred-year-old antebellum mansion, AJ hugs Arie watching each teen drive away from their home only temporally, not permanently. Arie smiles with a face of happy tears for each one of her smart and healthy sons.

They watch the rear end on girly lavender hue on the ugly sports car disappear from eye view over the curved highway and then Arie and AJ slowly spin around, moving inside the house, starting their new life together with a set of giggles and smiles.

Thirteen years later...

Friday August 18th

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight

McCory Cow Ranch

Entrance hallway setting

11:11 am

Arie slowly emerges from the belle parlor room and wears a pink dress with a smile. "The food plates are ready."

AJ slowly emerges from the beau parlor room with a nod and wears a pale blue shirt with a grin. "And the counter of beverages is standing upright until the guests hit the bar."

They meet in the middle of the entrance hallway in front of the grand staircase, hugging and kiss for a few seconds, pulling back with a smile.

She smiles. "When this is over with, you are my slave again."

"Yes, dear," He chuckles.

At 11:13 am, the front door is unlocked as always and slowly parts open.

Jarvis yells out loud, "Are we late?" He is thirteen years old at the age of seventy-one. He slowly moves inside with a smile knowing he is not late, and then stops, standing in front of AJ and Arie, wearing a pale blue tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He leans over and kisses the cheekbone on his daughter, pulling back with a wink. "Congratulations to the new Grandma and Grandpa!"

Arie smiles, "And how does it feel to be a great-grandfather now, Daddy?"

Jarvis pats his flat belly with a smile of yellow teeth. "Wonderful! I can still run with the deer and play with the antelope."

AJ laughs. "Antelopes do not live here in Alabama, Jarvis, only in the song."

"Is it snowing? I thought it was springtime here in Bama," Jarvis chuckles.

"Ignore the old coot! He can't hear a thunderstorm play in the skyline anymore." Reese appears and slaps the naked forearm on her husband Jarvis, wearing a pink colored ankle-length dress. She leans over and hugs her daughter and her son-in-law, pulling with a grin. "Do you need any help, dear?"

Arie smiles, "No ma'am. Everything is ready. We are waiting on the guests of honor."

She nods. "And my, my, my, there are many guests of honor today."

At 11:14 am, the front door swings open and reveals a teenager girl. She enters with her sister Alina and moves inside, heading toward the belle parlor room, where a table of refreshments and modern electronic toys stand along with other guests. Asa smiles and walks ahead, staring down at her arm bent telephone, wearing a pink colored dress that matches her sister Alina. "Hey, Aunt Arie and Uncle AJ!"

"Asa and Alina, both of you come back here and hug your old grandmother." Reese scoots around the Arie and follows the two teenagers into the belle parlor room.

During each family gathering, the two teenage girls like to disappear and talk to their friends on their new hand palmers, a new devise that attaches to human palm for easy of transport. Or the palmer can hang down from a neckline or wrap around a wrist bone. Arie has prepared the belle parlor room for the two teen girls to chill and ignore the mature adults, like her three sons used to do.

Aurora enters next through the open archway and appears thinner with a head of bright blonde hair, a fresh dark suntan, wearing an ankle-length pink tinted dress. She holds a palm onto her forehead and says with a sour frown. "That girl almost killed us, Moe."

Moe follows his wife and wears a pale blue T-shirt and a pair of walking tan colored shorts, moving ahead, cuddling Aurora with a laugh, "No, sweetie! Asa actually stopped the car this time, before hitting Arie's garage door again. Her driving is improving greatly, since last week." He separates from his wife and enters the beau parlor room for a cold bottle of beer.

Aurora stands in front of her older sister, wearing the latest designer clothes, leaning over and hugs Arie, pulling back with a happy smile, "Hi, Arie! Today is a wonderful day for the party. Do you need help with anything, sister dear?"

Arie smiles, "No. The catering service that you recommended has done an excellent job. Everything is perfect, Aurora."

AJ had lived up to his promise blessing all of his new family members with gifts of love and opportunity. He had owned one of the massive farm properties in northern Alabama which needed tender loving care. As he had married a country girl from Lacy Springs and she had needed his tender loving care instead. AJ had asked Moe and Aurora to manage the farm, at first, and then sold the farm to them for almost nothing while offering his advice and guidance within the farming world.

AJ and Arie would visit and assist Moe and Aurora which has healed the family friendship between the two rival sisters.

The farm life had been very profitable for both Moe and Aurora, providing all the material possessions that Aurora had wanted and dreamed about.

Her family unit has been living for eleven years in northern Alabama, loving it while driving down to the social family event and visit with AJ and Arie and her three sons.

Presently, Aurora is always smiles of happiness, when she visits her hometown of tiny Lacy Springs. Her two daughters are two wild ass teenagers. Asa is fifteen years old and trying to drive the new automobile. Her little sister Alina copies every move from her big sister all the time for fun sisterly annoyance.

So, life is good for Aurora. And Aurora is enjoying her life.

At 11:18 am, the entrance door swings open and reveals thirty-one years old first born triplet Breck. He wears a smile and a pale blue T-shirt with a pair of blue jeans, holding the door open for his wife of four years, Mrs. Precilla McCory, the third.

All the family members knew that he would marry his girl Cilla, right after his law school graduation.

Breck and Precilla both had graduated from Bam U School of Law and then had come back and married here during a church wedding here in Lacy Springs. They had built a house on the eastern edge of the farm property, watching the sun rise every morning while celebrating four years of happy marriage, working out from their home as a pair of smart and smart-ass lawyers that oversee numerous family farm properties including Aurora's which keeps the couple busy.

Precilla slowly enters into the entrance hallway and wears an ankle-length dress, carrying her newborn baby daughter, who is three months old. The baby displays a crown of blonde fuss, a pair of blue eyeballs, and a tone of peach skin, wearing a long white christening gown inside her mother's arms. She will continue as a lawyer while working from home but will spend most of her time as a wife to Breck and a mother to Pamy.

Arie departs from the huddle of Jarvis and AJ, moving ahead with a smile to her new granddaughter, her son, and her familiar daughter-in-law.

AJ and Jarvis move ahead into the belle parlor room that holds tables of food and counters of cold beverages on a hot and heated month of August talking about old times and new adventures as a pair of old retired males now.

Breck hugs both Precilla and Arie with his love and then releases them, moving toward the beau parlor room following AJ and Jarvis as the ladies smile at the baby.

At 11:15 am, the door parts open and reveals thirty-one years old baby triplet Cinco. He wears a smile and a pale blue short-sleeved shirt, holding the door open his wife of four years, Mrs. Babbie McCory, the fifth.

All the family members knew that he would marry his girl Babbie right after his college graduation.

Cinco had enjoyed his time in college, graduating with a bachelor's degree in soil management and then obtained a veterinarian degree and then state license from Burn U. Babbie had stayed with Cinco and earned a doctoral degree in agriculture as he was her man. They both had fun and worked hard to their individual college degrees.

After passing the last college examination, Cinco and Babbie had come back and then married in an old fashion traditional wedding ceremony at the local church in Lacy Springs, the next week after Breck and Cilla. They had built a house on the western edge of the McCory farm property, staring into the bright sunset every evening while celebrating four years of happy marriage also.

Now, Cinco runs the McCory cow ranch without assistance from his mother letting her to spend time with her new grandchildren and her married husband AJ. Babbie is a full time wife and mother, taking care of her daughter Jess.

Babbie slowly enters into the entrance hallway and wears an ankle-length dress, carrying her newborn baby daughter, who is three months old also. The baby displays a crown of blonde colored fuss, a pair of blue eyeballs, and a tone of peachy skin, wearing a long white christening gown inside her mother's arms. She stops and huddles with Cilla and Arie.

Cinco takes turns hugging his wife Babbie and his mother Arie with his love and then releases them, moving toward the beau parlor room to see all the males as the ladies smile at the baby.

At 11:16 am, the front door swings open and reveals thirty-one years old middle triple Flamingo. He laughs and wears a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans, holding the door open for his wife of four years Mrs. Blanche McCory, the fourth.

Every family member was shocked with the engagement announcement of Blanche and Flamingo.

After the marriage of AJ and Arie, Blanche had stayed in contact with Flamingo in college. Or Flamingo has stayed in connect with Blanche, depending on which person you have asked.

Flamingo had finished his medical school internship two years before Blanche and then came back to Lacy Springs, built a house in the southern portion of the farm property, opened his private medical practice, and continued to date Blanche.

After completing her medical school internship and then graduating from Bam U School of Medicine, she had moved back and married Flamingo at the local church, living in his house, treating all the sick children and teens here in at the local Lacy Springs hospital as a licensed pediatrician.

Now, Flamingo has partnered with Huntsville Medical Center and has opened a new medical center for all the children here in Lacy Springs. He is the chief medical officer treating sick patients, guiding the new staff of medical physicians, and arguing with the hospital administrator about everything. He loves his job and he loves his wife, obtaining his dream as a licensed medical physician, giving back to his community of Lacy Springs.

Blanche slowly enters into the entrance hallway and wears a pink tinted maternal dress, carrying her newborn baby daughter, who is three months old too. The baby displays a crown of blonde colored fuss, a pair of blue eyeballs, and a tone peach skin, wearing a long white christening gown inside her mother's arms. She is a full time wife and mother now but will continue to consult with her husband Flamingo any medical cases.

Blanche stops and huddles with Cilla, Babbie, and Arie, smiling down at her baby girl Leigh.

Flamingo hugs both his wife Blanche and his mother Arie with his love and then releases them, moving toward the beau parlor room to see his brothers and friends as the ladies smile at the baby.

At 11:20 am, the door parts and reveals Brett. He enters inside with a smile and wears a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans, holding the door for his wife of thirteen years Fannie. Fannie wears an ankle-length dress in pale pink with a smile. Their two elementary children dash inside and enter the beau parlor room, where the food tables stand, wearing a matching clothing like their mom and dad.

Brett and Fannie stop and huddle with Cilla, Babbie, Blanche and Arie, smiling down at each newborn baby, whispering their introductions.

Brett spins around from the huddle and moves ahead, carrying the christening gifts into the belle parlor room, speaking to the two spoiled brats of Aurora. Then he scoots around the huddle of babies and enters the beau parlor room, talking with his childhood friends Breck, Cinco, and Flamingo about old times and new farming equipment.

Brett and Fannie had married a few days, after their high school graduation, celebrating thirteen years of marriage. He had fallen in love with his girl Fannie in the third grade and he had inherited the farm property from his father, after his high school graduation.

Now, he is a full time farmer and watches over his elderly parents and Fannie is a full time wife and mother, volunteering at the Lacy Springs Elementary School, watching over her two children.

Inside the entrance hallway, Fannie does not touch but smiles down at each precious babe. "Bless each child, dear Lord! I am so happy for each one of ya'll."

Babbie smiles, "I'll be happier when baby Jess is sleeping through the night," she yawns without covering her open lips from exhaustion.

Fannie spins around and moves ahead into the beau parlor room, greeting her old friends with a smile.

At 11:22 am, the front door swings open and reveals thirty-one years old high school friend Violet. She enters inside the entrance hallway and wears a short pink colored dress, holding the door open for her husband of twelve years thirty-one years old high school friend Yancy. Yancy wears a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans and a smile.

They move ahead and then stop whispering their greeting to the huddle of new moms and babies. Their two children are too young to attend the christening party. Her elderly parents are watching over their young grandchildren with love.

§

Thirteen years ago, Violet had attended Burn U and twirled the baton as a majorette in the marching band the first year as a freshman student, but was not happy with the college life, living away from her parents and her hometown. So, she had quit college in the month of May at the age of nineteen years and then returned back home, working with her father at the family-owned cotton gin, living her true destiny.

Yancy had attended the junior community college here in Lacy Springs, but he was unhappy and didn't enjoy taking each hard academic examination. So, he had quit college in the month of May at the age of nineteen years old and returned back home, living and working with his parents on the farm.

His two older brothers had inherited the rights of massive farm property and money profits, when their father would finally pass into heaven. So, Yancy had been encouraged to receive a college education providing a living for his person, which had not worked out.

One day, Yancy had been ordered to drive the old truck to the farm equipment store to retrieve a new machine part for the old tractor, seeing the minor road incident, without bodily injuries to people or animals.

A large pickup truck had been hauling two trailers of raw cotton bolls, when the rear tire on the second trailer had slid off the smooth pavement and then landed down into the muddy soft dirt on the side of the road and then stuck.

Yancy had stopped behind the rear bumper on the second trailer of cotton bolls and slid out from his daddy's truck, moving toward the sunken tire, examining the issue. He strolled ahead and heard the soft crying inside the truck cab.

The driver's seat had contained his high school classmate Violet. She had been ordered by her father to move the two trailers of cotton bolls down to the storage field which was a few miles from the cotton gin. The morning had received a heavy rain shower. When she had slowly hauled the two trailers down the wet road, she had accidently jerked the wheel the wrong way, which had caused the second trailer to shift in the wrong direction. Then the rear wheel had hit the mud and became stuck.

Violet couldn't move and didn't know how to un-stuck the tire. She had been upset and couldn't call her father as he was really busy with the cotton gin work. So, she had sat on the side of the road crying.

Yancy had stopped and stood in the mud, looking up with a smile and saw Violet inside the cab of the truck, "Hey, girl! Do you need help with the tire?"

She turned and wiped her tears, seeing Yancy, sniffing up the snot back into her nostrils, "Yeah! Hey, Yancy! I can't get the unstuck tire out from the mud."

He jumped onto the trunk lift and leaned into her face. "Why are you crying, Violet? You're too pretty to cry. It turns your pair of violet eyeballs into dark blue. I like your violet eyeballs."

She smiled. "Do you really?"

He winked. "Yeah, I really do."

She exhaled. "Well, I do need help. I can't get the cotton trailer outta of the mud. I don't know how to do it."

He chuckled. "That's easy, darling. It's called leverage and then friction. I got a piece of lumber wood in the truck. I'll dig a small hole in the wet mud and place the lumber wood behind the stuck tire. When I call out, you jerk the gear into drive and stomp the gasoline pedal. Then the big engine on this big ass trunk will pull that stuck tire right outta of mud."

She sniffed the wet snot back into her nostrils with a smile, "Really! I can do that."

"I know you can do that, honey. Wait for my yell first, sweetheart!" he jumped down into the mud and returned back to the truck, working to prep the hole and the wood. He lifted an arm and then yelled out loud. "Go, Violet!"

She leaned down and jerked the gear into drive, stomping the gasoline pedal with worry. The big engine on the truck roared with loud power and as the trailer carriage loudly squeaked in metal pain without damage. The big engine on the truck slowly jolted ahead over the smooth pavement and as the trailer tire loudly popped out from the mud, spitting tiny red droplets into the air. the lumber wood broke in half from the impact. The big truck slowly moved ahead several feet until the trailer tires were clearly back onto the smooth pavement.

Violet carefully stopped the truck with a smile and shoved the gear into park, killing the engine with a sigh of relief. She jumped out from the cab and raced back to see Yancy.

Yancy scooted away from the mud and stood in front his father's grill, examining the rear trailer without damage, nodding at his good work.

She dashed ahead from the truck and then collided into his body, kissing his face for a few seconds, pulling back with a shy smile and back stepped with a red face of embarrassment. "Thank you! Thank you! You save the stressed damsel."

He chuckled. "I like saving a shy damsel."

She looked up and smiled at Yancy. "Can I ask you to drive the big truck down to the storage field?"

He smiled. "Well, shore, honey! I would be honored to do that. Let's attach my father's front block to the rear of the trailer feed. Then I can haul all four pieces of machines down the road with ease."

She smiled. "Can you really do that?"

He winked at her. "I can do anything you want, Violet."

"That sounds so nice," she winked at him.

"Go and get back into the cab of the truck, while I do this. I don't want you to get hurt or anything." He shuffled around the truck and started pulling out the chains for the hauling process.

She gasped. "O! That is so nice. You're a nice man, Yancy. I will." Violet back stepped and watched Yancy and his muscle work the chains with a smile. She entered the cab on the truck while waiting for Yancy.

He fixed the hook-up with his father's truck to the rear trailer feed, swiftly dashing back to Violet, climbing into the driver's seat. He started the engine with a smile and listened to the roar of the powerful truck. "This truck payload can pull the weight of a male elephant, which is 14,000 pounds. Each American truck is big and powerful like me, darling."

She scooted close to Yancy and smiled at his cheekbone. "I like your story. Please tell me more, Yancy."

He slowly steered the big truck down the smooth road hauling two trailers and his father's truck safely toward the storage field with a smile, narrating the story of the pickup truck to Violet.

After that moment, Yancy had become a part of Violet's life. After one month of dating, they had fallen in love and decided to get married in a small wedding ceremony at the local church including their family members. They had built a house on her father's land property and worked together at the cotton gin business.

When her parents had retired from the family business, the cotton gin had been given to both Yancy and Violet.

Present day in Lacy Springs, Yancy manages the cotton gin and the cotton gin workers. Violet works in the office and handles the paperwork. They work nicely as a married and respected couple. They have two young children. One child is one-year-old, a boy. The other child is a little girl, who is two years old.

During the ginning season, the children are cared with love by her parents at their home. But during the off season, Yancy is the full time father and the housekeeper of the residence while Violet works the details of the cotton gin business from her vast experience, updating the gin equipment and maintaining the facility.

At 11:25 pm, Yancy and Violet part from the huddle of three new moms and new babies, moving into the belle parlor room, dropping off the three christening presents, saying hello to the two bratty kids of Aurora. They exit the room and move ahead into the beau parlor room with the food tables and their childhood friends, socializing about old and new times around high school and the community.

Breck is also the business lawyer for all of the cotton gin legal matters.

At 11:27 am, the entrance door swings open and reveals their thirty-one-year old high school friend Doyle. He enters inside the entrance room alone and wears a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jean, moving ahead and then stops. He huddles with the three newborn babies, whispering his blessing to each babe and greeting to each lady. He back steps and spins around, entering the belle parlor room, speaking to the two bratty teenagers that come from Aurora, leaving the christening gifts for the three babies. He scoots out from the belle parlor room and enters the beau parlor room with the gathering of males, talking about the old football plays and new football plays.

Doyle had attended the junior community college with his childhood friend Yancy and played sports. He had transferred to Burn U and played sports with his friends Cinco and Breck and then graduated with a master's degree in sports administration, He had returned back home and accepted a lowly assistant coaching job at Lacy Springs High School.

Now, he is the head coach for the Lacy Springs High School football team. Last year, the football team had made it to the last round of playoffs and then lost their final game. But, the new school year starts in month of August while Doyle is prepping a new football team of eager high school football players.

He is still a bachelor and dates numerous pretty single females. One day, he will settle down but not yet. He still enjoys running around all his childhood friends, running a dirt bike through a flat forest trail or fishing in the farm pond.

At 11:30 pm, the front door opens and reveals a tall and plump, dark skinned, thirty-one-year old childhood friend Retta Jean. She enters inside the room with a smile and a large mature dog, wearing an ankle-length pink dress, moving ahead and stops. She huddles with three new moms and their newborn. The mature dog stops and heels at her boots, sniffing the new odors, scanning the familiar environment.

Retta Jean had graduated from Bam U School of Veterinary Medicine with Cinco, which had been funded by Arie. And Arie had kept her promise to Retta Jean and her husband AJ.

Arie had opened a private veterinary practice and then employed Retta Jean along with an experienced veterinary physician, who had taught Retta Jean the business. Retta Jean had been blessed with a God-given gift of animal healing. Every animal mysterious loved Retta Jean and thrived under her doctoring care. The first veterinary practice had been so successful that Retta Jean had purchased the business from Arie.

Then Arie had purchased all the existing veterinary practices and created a team of talented veterinarians that ruled the city limits and also roamed the countryside taking care of every domestic and farm animal throughout Morgan County. She also had given the business enterprise to Retta Jean. Retta Jean had turned around and employed all of her extended family members, who enjoyed working and caring for every type of mammal and animals.

Arie had also provided some of her vast farm property to Horace and his family clan, where rows of residential houses with happy children and devoted spouses plus numerous red colored barns with sick and healthy animals live and thrive now.

Retta Jean had married one of the talented veterinarians, three years ago, living next door to her parents.

Now, Retta Jean is six months pregnant with her first child but continues to work as a devoted and loving animal veterinary. She is expanding her fleet of veterinary clinics into the city limits of Huntsville and beyond while working her goal to save each abused and abandoned animal from a nasty person.

Cilla is the business lawyer for Retta Jean and feels the same damn emotion. She is working with the state and local congress persons to create and implement an Alabama law that prosecutes, fines, and jails a person that abuses an animal. If the law passes, she will become the first licensed lawyer to prosecute an asshole for harming a dog or a cat or a horse or a snake.

Babbie looks down at the heeling dog with a smile "Hey, Padarn! What are you doing in here with the humans?"

"Why does your sweet chocolate colored boxer dog breed Padarn follow you around, Retta Jean?"

Retta Jean reaches down with a smile and rubs the hairy skull on her dog. "She can sense that I'm pregnant with a growing fetus. She had been found abandoned, hungry, skinny, and pregnant and then brought to me. I adopted and cared for her. She birthed a set of healthy puppies and then I found each one a good home. Then I fixed her. But she still carries around that motherly instinct inside her guts and doggie emotions. She actually had sensed that I was pregnant, before seeing my physician. She was trot ahead of me and then stop, barking at each animal and every person, like she was warning them to stay away from me as she was my protector."

Babbie smiles, "Yancy adopted one of her cute puppies. That mature dog is smart and overprotective. He is a good playmate with their children and loves every kid. I am not surprised that she acts like that with you, Retta Jean."

Retta Jean nods with a smile to Babbie. "Well, thanks for clarifying that, Babbie. I need to study her doggie behavior patterns and note them down in her chart."

Blanche nods. "Where is Gavin?"

"He received any emergency call on the outskirts of Lacy Springs. Someone had tied up a horse and left the mammal baking in the heated sun. So, he told his shotgun and the sheriff with him to find that person and either beat the shit outta of his ass or let the sheriff do it," Retta Jean laughs.

Cilla nods. "Good for him!"

"Did I hear my name?" Formal sheriff of Lacy Springs and fifty-one years old Tommy Lee enters the open archway at 11:33 am and wears a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans, holding the door open for his wife. His wife wears an ankle-length pink dress. They both move ahead and then stops at the huddle of three moms and their newborn staring down at his granddaughter with the blonde fuzz of hair and pretty blue eyes like her father Flamingo.

Inside the huddle, forty-nine-year old first time grandmother Arie laughs with a smile. "You are not the sheriff anymore of Lacy Springs, Tommy Lee."

He looks up and snaps his fingers with a grin to Arie. "Shucks! I thought they had re-elected me back to my old post. My name was on the election ballot for the sheriff of Lacy Springs, this year."  
Tommy Lee had served as the sheriff for the Lacy Springs town-ship for twenty years. He recently had retired a year ago, after he had learned of his unborn grandchild. Now, he spends all his time with his daughter and his new grandchild while securing their house from any bad guy as an overprotective police officer in heart, mind, and soul.

Inside the huddle, Tommy Lee's daughter, twenty-nine years old Blanche laughs. "I voted for you, Daddy. But, I am glad you lost, so you can help me take care of baby Leigh."

"Me, too, honey!" He leans down and buzzes his lips down at his granddaughter. "Hey, pumpkin! Are you still keeping your mama up at night?"

Blanche yawns with a soft timber, "Yes."

The wife of Tommy Lee stills works as a part-time nurse at the local hospital and smiles at her daughter. "This should pass..."

"When will it pass, Mama?" Blanche yawns.

She smiles. "Another two or three weeks, the baby is growing and needs both milk and sleep like a little newborn kitten."

"We're going to make the rounds and visit the other clan members and eat some food. We'll be back, ya'll," Tommy Lee cuddles his wife as they back steps from the huddle, spinning around, moving inside the crowded beau parlor room.

At 11:35 am, the door parts and reveals a tall, muscular, dark skinned and bald headed Acton. He moves ahead with a smile and wears a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He stops and stands in the huddle staring down at each baby with a smile, "Awe! Three little ones! God bless each one."

"Hey, Acton!" Babbie nods.

"Hi, Action!" Blanche grins.

"Hello, Acton!" Precilla smiles.

Arie nods with a smile. "Are you staying in town, tonight, Acton?"

He looks up and nods to each face, "Hello, everyone! I have my mama with me. I brought and then her left there at one of the new restaurants. She has created a new recipe dish with hot spices and beef. She was showing the chef had to prepare the dish at the new restaurant. We are staying the one night and then heading back home to Mobile tomorrow. I actually have a business meeting with Breck tomorrow morning. I have been talking with him for months and then he finally admits that he's a first time father."

Precilla smiles, "Breck, he's so overprotective over our baby. He didn't tell anyone about the baby. She is three months old. He would meet with each of our clients in town. He purchased an old building and now sees each one of our clients there instead at the home office in our house. He refuses to let anyone inside our house. Do you have the street address for the new office, Acton?"  
"Yes, I do. I was very curious about the new location and did a drive-by. I was wondering if my lawyer was doing a bad job of lawyering, when I saw the dumpy building," he laughs.

"Don't worry!" Blanche laughs. "AJ had missed an old building or two during his renovation phase here in Lacy Springs. He went around and brought up lots of real estate and renovated each building, giving the land property to his friends. However, Breck ran across that old building for cheap, cheap and then purchased it for cheap, cheap. Now, he's going to make AJ pay for the paint and floors and the walls and then keep it for his new lawyer office."

"How is your chain of sports restaurants doing, Acton?" Babbie rocks the baby with a smile.

§

Thirteen years ago, Acton Marburg had not graduated from Burn U with a college degree, but he had played the sports of football. He had been accepted into Burn U without a sporting scholarship and had been the star defensive tackle on the football team.

During the regular season of his senior year at Lacy Springs High School, the football team had won the state high school football champion game for their division, placing the spotlight on the school and each football player.

All of the prominent universities throughout the USA had mailed an individual invite to Acton and then offered a sporting scholarship to join their football team program.

AJ had intervened or interfered for Acton.

AJ had convinced eighteen-year-old Acton not to accept a sports scholarship to Burn U. Instead AJ had paid all of the college expenses for Acton to attend the university from his personal bank account.

AJ had advised Acton to show up and become a walk-on for the Burn U football team. AJ had confidence that the head coach at Burn U would accept Action as a football player which had happened.

Then, AJ had financed all the college expenses for Acton, not the university administration. So, AJ had provided to Acton freely a new car, an apartment house at the same complex with the triplets, medical and dental health treatments, food, new clothes, and extra spending cash money as a pseudo-son. If Acton had accepted the sports scholarship, then AJ could not have freely purchased and then given for free to Acton all the material items as it would have been an ethics violation with the college sports policies or some other a horse crap government regulation.

Currently, AJ has an issue with the college athletic program throughout the USA. He believes every teenage college athletic should be paid a salary of cash money for the complete each sporting season. Then the competition of each football player would greatly become much more competitive and fair for each talented teenage to attend any university campus for sports and receive a free post-secondary education.

Right now, every university offers a limited number of sports scholarships to attend a free academic class and graduate with a college degree for a working job which based on some kind of horse shit rule from the US Federal Government.

AJ, personally, believes the fucking US Federal Government should keep out of each college institution, bank institution, sporting games, church pews, hospital rooms, and his personal bank account. He does not mind funneling his billions into his numerous privately owned and managed foundations that fucks with the US Federal Government's tax structure and regulations while AJ helps the average man and woman and child. That's why he will continue to create and own numerous private foundations, until he dies or runs out of billions.

So, the university receives a limited number of talented teen college athletics with the limited number of sports scholarships. However, if there is a talented teen athletic out there that teen might not have a set of good grades or play at one of the bigger high schools then the teen will lose his or her chance for a free ride to college.

Granted, a set of college academics is not for every American. But every American should have the opportunity to try to attend college, whether rich or poor or smart or stupid.

If the talented teen college athlete receives a sports scholarship to the college for a set of free classes, then the teen is anchored with a choke collar and a set of heavy metal chair, figuratively onto the front step of that college institution. The teen athletic must attend all academic classes plus all the sports practices plus each sports game, thus the teen college athlete has been bonded by chains to the athletic program.

If the teen athletic does not perform well in the academic class, then the teen athlete is subject to reprimand or dismissal from the sports program. That's not fair.

If the university recruits for a teen athletic, then the university receives a teen athlete to win the sporting game. That is fair.

However, if the teen athletic happens to receive more than the free apartment, the free plate of food, the free college books, and the free college classes, then the teen athlete is happy and performs better in the sports game. That is not necessary correct.

However, there are numerous wealthy university alumni persons that wanna give to each teen athlete to help him or her perform better in each sports game. That is true and that happens, sometimes, which is logical.

AJ does not believe in awarding one college teen athlete over another athlete while creating an unfair and improper academic or business practice. Each college teen athlete should be rewarded the same way, such like, a car, a bank account, clothes, electronic gadgets, and other fun expensive items. However, the current non-policy or non-program does not work like that.

Instead, a college teen athlete is secretly given an award of something other than books and food, which is different for each teen athletic and illegal as hell and it is does not necessarily improve the performance on the sports game.

When the national college "asshole" association smells the blowing fart hit on one of their snobby faces, the college institution is investigated and then kicked in the ass while losing lots of stuff, including monies, athletics, scholarships, titles, and staff members. That is illogical. The asshole association is kicking dirt into the face of the talented teen college athlete which will impede their greatness within the sporting world.

Therefore, AJ supports paying a teen college athlete a college salary for their hard work and young body.

A head coach of a popular football program is like an 1860 plantation owner that owns thousands of acres of cotton fields and thousands of working slaves, who do not have freedom to mouth spit or piss on the pretty flowers.

A college athletic like a plantation slave who is bound to his modern day plantation owner that rules the football field with an iron fist and a leather whip. When one of the teen college athletes becomes hurt during the dangerous active football play, the teen is pumped up with dangerous and addictive pain medications to play one more time, and then win that football game.

AJ has never met the head coach at Burn U or Bam U and hopes not to ever either, he will mouth spit a tongue of his sour salvia in the face on the coach for treating and tromping own on each one of these young teens. A teenager is a person that is nineteen years old, without life experience, adult knowledge, proper table manners, sometimes.

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Twelve years ago, after his biological father had passed away, his only child AJ had inherited a vast amount of farm property. AJ had converted the ancient mansion into a training center.

AJ does not accept any pot of monies from the US Federal Government or another individual business company, because the entity wants to stick their nose up his ass with tons of questions.

He receives and retrains each young college athlete that can't find a working job or has not received a college education or continues to eat a bottled of prescribed medications from a body injury. He provides shelter, food, clothes, education, friends, and hope.

Each trainee is not obligated to pay any money or come back to the center for any reason. However, some of the successful trainees come back and teach and encourage a new flock of lost sheep.

AJ does not understand why the greatest nation in the world tosses away resources, such as, an injured teen or an elderly smart mind or a difficult personality. Every person needs a hand to survive the life on the planet. Every person need to provide a hand and be part of the race which is called human for humanity.

Some of the trainees flunk out, of course. However, the majority of the trainees graduate and accept a new job, making a nice living.

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Thirteen years ago, back then, AJ had taken a big risk by advising an eighteen-year-old Acton against the free ride from college. But, in the short run, it had all paid off.

Acton had attended Burn U and enjoyed the free benefits from AJ as well as becoming the superstar defensive tackle for the Burn U football team. During his three years, Burn U had won the University Football Championship, every year.

When Acton had become a senior at Burn U, he had been eligible for the Professional Football League. Again, every professional football team had sent out an invite to Acton.

AJ had intervened again and became Acton's personal representative. Well, AJ had hired a lawyer to assist in that matter. AJ had advised a young twenty-year-old on his future, where Acton didn't have the life experience or the money knowledge to plan his own future.

Acton had been drafted and worked for one of the professional football leagues and received millions of dollars. However, AJ had interfered again and advised a young Acton how to manage his millions of dollars. With the advice from AJ, Acton had purchased a nice piece of real estate property and moved his mama to live with him in the new city. During the years as an aging football player, Acton had talked with AJ about money matters and investing in his future.

At the age of twenty-eight years old, Acton received a terrible leg injury from football game and was benched without any playing time and eventually cut from his professional football team.

AJ had intervened and advised Acton to come back to Alabama and open a sports restaurant playing on his popularity as an outstanding football player. AJ had been the secret, silence partner, where Acton had been the smiling face and the glowing personality.

The sports restaurant had been a failure. AJ had planned to close the establishment and pay off the debts. Acton had been disappointed, planning to go back to college and complete his college degree and then find a working job.

Then Acton's mother had gone into the kitchen, fired the chef, and started cooking her own homemade southern meals and an assortment of fresh baked pies. The restaurant had slowly grown in popularity with the citizens of Alabama and had made a money profit by the end of the second year.

Based on the menu of home cooked meals, AJ had opened a second sports restaurant which had become a raving success. By the third year, Acton had owned ten sports restaurants and then created a chain store throughout the year within the great State of Alabama. However, his mama had always insisted upon educating each chef inside each new restaurant, which was the secret success.

Now, Acton is a multi-millionaire and still devotes his time to each sports restaurant with sound business advice coming from his wise mentor AJ and his wiser lawyer Breck. He has not found that special girl, but he is dating a steady girl, who might be the right one.

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At 11:37 am, inside the entrance hallway, Acton continues to stand in the huddle of new mothers and new babies, staring down with a smile at each cute girl, "Very well! I'm very pleased. I can tell you a little secret. I have a major company that wants to purchase my chain of stores and turn each one into a franchise. The company still wants me to hang around for the image and all. But I might be saying, yes, if my lawyer agrees."

"That's wonderful news, Acton. You'll become a billionaire, soonest." Blanche rocks the baby with a smile.

"Naw!" he exhales. "I am not interested in becoming richer. I have been very blessed by Almighty God with numerous earthly possessions and my good health. I am both happy and jealous. Now, I want to start a family like ya'll have done. I realize money is an object, a family is your life."

"Well said, my friend!" Precilla nods with a smile.

He smiles. "I wish everyone good health and joyful happiness. I'm going to run into the parlor room and say hello to the gang. See ya'll later!" Acton back steps from the huddle of new moms and babies, spinning around with a smile, moving into the beau parlor room.

At 11:38 am, the door parts open. A short and plump female enters the room and wears a pair of white walking shorts, a red colored shirt, carrying a bag of equipment. "Hello! I am the photographer. I was called here to snap a series of pictures for the McCory newborns."

Arie back steps from the huddle of new moms and moves ahead toward the photographer, waving her hands, pointing at the side wall of yellow paint. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Please come inside. I am Arie. This is my husband AJ. We have a living room arrangement here on the side wall that overlooks the yard. You can setup your equipment here and take your time. We are not in any hurry."

The photographer follows Arie and stops, setting up the camera equipment in front of the window. A long white colored sofa stands in the middle of the wall without people. Behind the long sofa, a wall of glass displays the manicured lawn and the blue sky.

At 11:40 am, AJ and Arie spin around with a smile and cuddle each other like a pair of young lovers after thirteen years of a happy and fun-filled marriage, entering into the Beau Parlor Room and then stop. AJ leans over and whispers into the cheekbone on Breck, who still is the leader of his brothers and family clan as AJ and Arie are silent watchers.

Breck swallows the food and wipes his mouth like a proper southern gentleman, placing the plate of food back on top of the side table, tossing both arms in the air. He shouts out loud for each pair of eardrums to hear. "Welcome everyone to the McCory cow ranch and official christening party for the newest, tiniest members of the McCory clan!" He drops his arms and smiles. "Now, everyone, wipe your mouth and your nose holes, put on some lipstick and brush down your hair, Flamingo. Mama and AJ have hired a professional photographer for the official event which occurs only once per lifetime."

Brett laughs out loud. "No other children, Breck!"

Breck smiles, "Mama is starting off with a gigantic group photograph of all the family and all the friends who like me," he laughs with the others.

"That's a tiny digital photograph, ya'll." Yancy laughs with the others.

Breck laughs. "We are gathering inside the entrance hallway for the photograph scenery. If you didn't notice the living room arrangement before, then you will now. Mama wants the parents and the babies sitting on the long sofa in proper birth order, Cinco. Behind the new set of triplet parents, a line of grandparents. On each side of the grandparents, there is a row of loveseats for the great-grandparents. Then, everyone else can huddle around each great-grandparent or sit on the floor or lean onto the furniture arm, not on a great-grandparent. They're too old," he laughs with the others.

"I heard that, Breck," Jarvis laughs.

"His eardrums have been cleaned out from the morning's dark-colored wet earwax, ya'll." Flamingo laughs with the others. Thirteen years ago, he had won a legal court trial when his brother Breck had proven medically that Flamingo possessed wet earwax, not dry flaky, light-colored earwax.

Breck thumbs back over his collar bone. "That's the instructions. Any there any more questions?"

Retta Jean reaches down and pats the furry skull on her dog. "Can Padarn sit in the photograph, Arie?"

Arie nods with a smile, "Most definitely, Padarn! Humans and animals have been part of the McCory clan for centuries."

Breck spins around with a smile. "Everyone, follow me!" He leads the group and exits the parlor room, moving toward his wife Cilla, kissing her face. He cuddles and leads her and baby Pamy ahead toward the sofa, sitting down next to the arm rest as the first born triplet.

The rest of the family members and family friends obey the instructions and gather inside the entrance hallway.

The photograph scene includes on the center sofa from the left side starting with Breck, Cilla, and baby Pamy; Flamingo, Blanche, and baby Leigh, and Cinco, Babbie, and baby Jess.

Behind the row of new parents, Cilla's parents stand behind the rear skull on their daughter. Arie and AJ stand behind Flamingo with Tommy Lee and his wife. Babbie's parents stand behind the rear skull of her daughter.

On each side of the long sofa, a set of loveseats in solid gray hue stands in lovely scene. Reese and Jarvis sit together after sixty years of marriage. On the opposite side, inside the second loveseat, Pamy's great grandmother with Jess' great grandmother are seated together. A set of great-grandparents is a rare set of family members as some of the people do not live to an advanced age.

On each side of the individual loveseat, two sitting chairs stand in gray hue. Aurora and Moe cuddle together with a smile inside one of the extra-large sitting chairs as a loving couple. Cilla's brother Toby sits on the opposite in a sitting chair and wears a pale blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans, frowning with boredom of the event. Asa and Alina cuddle together in a sitting chair beside Toby, smiling at the camera setup.

Around the back spine on each loveseat and sitting chair, friends of the McCory clan, including Brett and Fannie and their two children, Doyle and Acton stand behind the rear skull on each great-grandparent, Aurora, and Moe. On the opposite side, Yancy and Violet along with Retta Jean stand behind the rear skull on Asa, Alina, and Toby while smiling at the camera lens. Padarn sits beside her mistress Retta Jean and wears a pink tinted bandana.

The female photograph sits beside the camera equipment and holds a remote control devise that triggers the lens for the perfect shot of the family portrait.

At 11:50 am, the front door swings open and reveals a tall and slender male with long black shoulder length hair, a tone of dark skin, and a pair of green eyeballs. The husband of Retta Jean, Gavin enters inside the entrance hallway with a smile and wipes the dried blood off from his face, wearing smeared blood stains on his pale blue shirt with a pair of blue jeans, moving with a tan and black male German Shepherd that is slightly covered in red blood proteins also. He stops with his dog and stands beside the female photographer, smiling at the group, holding a shotgun over his collar bone.

The female photographer turns and gasps in silence at Garvin.

Babbie frowns, "Mercy! Gavin, what happened to your face and your clothes?"

"Did you kill the bastard that harmed the horse, honey?" Retta Jean nods with a smile.

Garvin smiles, "Naw, I didn't get to kill the bastard. The sheriff won't like me, so I beat the shit of his ass instead. The horse owner is booked in one of Lacy Springs' jail cells for animal neglect and abuse. Cilla, you and Retta Jean need to contact the judge right after this event and not allow him to bail out and run away from me or the law."

Cilla nods with a stern face. "Don't worry, Garvin! I got my arm bent portal phone inside Pamy's diaper bag. I'm calling the judge and tossing the shelf of law books at this bastard. He will pay with his freedom and his money. And I'm taking that horse away along with all of his other animals from his ranch. Thanks for a great job, Garvin!"

Garvin nods with a smile, "My pleasure! I believe in protecting every man, mammal, and loving mother of each child."

Breck nods with a smile and sits beside his wife. "Come and stand in the group photograph, Garvin."

Garvin touches his shirt with a sour frown. "I'm kinda covered in red blood that clashes with the light blue shirt. But ya'll look really cute sitting there without doing nothing but smiling and wearing your sissy pale blue shirts, guys," he laughs with the others.

AJ waves a hand and nods with a smile. "Come on and get into the family picture, anyways, Garvin. This day will be remembered for honoring our three newest members into the McCory clan, who will grow and learn to respect all species, including man and mammal. We're a cow and horse farm that loves everyone, including our pets and our cows. Isn't that right, Arie?"

Arie nods with a smile and waves to Garvin. "That's right, darling! Come on and stand beside your wife Retta Jean and your family pets, Garvin."

"All right!" Garvin touches his dog and moves ahead with a smile, cuddling his wife Retta Jean as each dog sits together and stares at the camera lens.

On the back rear row, Tommy Lee leans over and whispers to Arie. "You did well, Arie. Congratulations to the newish grandma!"

She smiles. "We did well, newish grandpa! We are a family by blood or by kin or by gun or by friendship. I plan to live and become a great-grandparent and see my three granddaughters marry, also, Tommy Lee."

Tommy Lee smiles, "Me, too!"

Arie leans over and whispers into the cheekbone on AJ. "I wished Iredell could be present with us."

AJ nods with a smile at the camera lens. "She is. Iredell sees us while looking down from glorious and beautiful heaven standing beside her loving husband Breck, Senior and her brave and loving son Breck, Junior. They are very happy for us who remain and live down here on Planet Earth, Arie."

She smiles at the camera lens and whispers back to AJ. "Yes, I feel that also, AJ. I wished that your parents were here to see and celebrate our newest family members, darling."

AJ laughs at the camera lens, "Me, too! Then I could hear my mother now leaving us with one of her salty remarks."

Arie bumps his arm, "AJ!"

"Well, then she could have left with two of her sassy..."

"Stop it!" Arie fakes a smile but slaps the forearm on her husband. AJ softly chuckles with amusement.

"Everyone," the female photographer regains her composure after seeing the bloody shirt on Garvin, hearing the terrible fist fight, staring at the group of beautiful people. Each female wears a pink tinted dress and each male displays a pale blue shirt that represents the innocence of the three newborn babies that have joined the growing McCory family unit here in the tiny cow town of Lacy Springs which will create a beautiful portrait for the three babies.

She smiles "Look here at me and smile, saying cheeseburger!" She holds the remote control devise that triggers the flash on the digital camera for the family portrait.

"Cheeseburger..." the McCory family members and friends shouts out loud with a wide smile.

THE END
