CHAPTER V: WEEKENDS ARE...

After getting the car in the garage and heading into the house (which was such a welcome sight after last night and earlier today), I asked him what he wanted to do.

"BED, PRONTO, PLEASE," and I seconded the emotion and we did...and were fast asleep in record time. ZZZZ all around.

After what was probably several hours but felt like ten minutes tops, I woke up.

Robbie was snuggled tight with his arms around me, and while I am really used to it it always feels so good. He snuffled a couple of times but remained asleep and I lay there looking at him.

GOD he is so gorgeous I thought to myself before drifting off again...smiling,..and all is right with the world.

IN ALL HONESTY, I could have stayed in bed with Robbie for the rest of my life and still felt I had been cheated of time in his sleep-hug. BUT, not to be. We had been in bed a scintillating 4 hours give or take a century when we wath POUNCED on, by the entire 82nd Airborne, the National Guard, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, the British Parliament, and the population of Russia...at the very least...OR, Wrack and Ruin aka Frick and Fucked-up.

YEP, the infamous duo of Ciccoletti fame siblinghood who collectively weigh less than a fly covered with hair as they are, and stand taller than Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower, and the Brooklyn Bridge minus the water. OR just over the limit for planes flying overhead without diverting to avoid a collision even at the 'tender' age of DAMN NEAR 18...which they delight in reminding anyone within earshot every twelve seconds. I keep wondering if that will keep up into their forties. Wouldn't put it past them.

I MEAN. Where DO these critters get their height (or their energy). Rob's dad is average at about 6'1" and his mother is a tad tall at 5'10" but even then that doesn't explain...and everyone in that family is thin. Borderline scrawny. Well proportioned I will give them that...nicely allocated and all, but THIN. Ok, I am too but not quite that much.

Rob told me a long time ago that his mothers family? The men are skinny giants...which has nothing to do with sports, I assume.

ANYWAY, WE WATH POUNCED ON, which is sorta like having the planet fall on your bed. Not counting expressways or the inter-mountain West.

"HEY, LAZIES, GET THE FUCK UP."
I opened one eye, Rob opened one eye, and I think both of us understood THAT THAT WAS GONNA BE IT. FOR THE DAY!

NOT EVEN GOD HIMSELF was gonna get US up today. 

NOT EVEN GOD HIMSELF..BEGGING. OHPUWEEZE...NOPE.

I raised up slightly so as not to disturb my hair of course, looked them critters from the black buffoon square in whatever they have decided is their face today, and allowed as how that was NOT going to happen and either they could join us or get the Hell out. 

What WAS I thinking. Next thing I know, two of the noisiest whirling dervishes on the planet were UNDER THE COVERS, one on either side of Rob and I. NEKKID AS JAYBIRDS TOO.

FUME. FUCK, I must have been asleep at the time of that pronouncement/invitation...but of course no.

I swear to God, if I had Rob's service revolver within reach...
YES YES, I love them to death...don't tempt me.

"What we gonna do today?"
I heard one of them say.
"What does it LOOK like we are going to do?" I muttered under my breath LOUDLY.

"NO, C'MON. BEAUTIFUL DAY."
"We were up all night dealing with a double homicide. OK? WE ARE DONE FOR TODAY," Rob uttered to his siblings...who were NOT going to take inactivity lying down,  SO TO SPEAK.

"YEH?" Dylan the even noisier of the two screamed or shouted or said, something like that.
"I AM A COP, DOOFUS."
"Yeh? SO?"
Obviously connecting the dots is not their strong suit. So much for that paint by numbers kit I had gotten them for their birthday. SIIIIIIIGHHHHH!

"C'mon. You ain't gonna let a little thing like that get you down aryah?" This from Drew.

I had definitely planned on it and so had Rob from the look on his face.
"I SAID, Join us or..."
"Ok Ok," and I knew there was an inherent FOR NOW at the end of that, but they did calm down a bit. Amazing. That wielding a chainsaw thingy I keep under the covers really does work wonders as a behavior modification technique.

I heard, periodically, "But it is SATURDAY", and "it is gorgeous outside," but we were totally unmoved. Literally. For awhile at least.

After about two or three hours/minutes of whining and squirming and general merriment of the siblings from the planet Awful variety, I looked at Rob and asked if he was getting hungry, he nodded and thus our day of rest came to a screeching halt.

FUCK! Well, not exactly...least, not today.

PFUI.
Remind me again why I had ever thought that giving the twins the keys to the house was a good idea. Go ahead. I dare you.

Getting up was the hard part, staying up was the REALLY hard part.

I enlisted the aid (or whatever) of the twins in helping get the table set and the drinks poured etc (aka busy work) while Rob made pizzas, I made the salads and fries, and since dessert would be ice cream that was easy.

Dinner was a lively affair...as it always is with the Double D's in attendance. They of course had to regale us with their life events since we had seen them (2 days...but they do manage to cram a lot in I'll give them that). We chewed and nodded in all the right places...with an occasional WOW or YEH, or you know...the usual shit you do when filling time.

They bought it, thank God.

Then it was time for clean-up and they got put in charge of that. I'm never totally convinced that putting them in charge of ANYTHING is a good idea, but I didn't feel like doing it and I was sure Rob didn't either and so he and I retired to the Great Room to snuggle and try to restore ourselves to our former glory. It really isn't that the physical toll of the last 24 hours was so much, it really wasn't. It was WHAT we were doing and involved in that was so exhausting.

I had just gotten settled in the recliner or rather squished into it next to Robbie when the phone rang. Crap. I decided to let voicemail take it, but it was Gordy, the precinct desk officer on duty for Rob and so....

A couple minutes went by and I could tell it clearly was not good news. I sat upright waiting for him to finish.

"Dyl, not good," he said as he started to get up and then put out his hands to me which I took and got up.

"News from Forensics about Richard Case, AND...there has been another body discovered."

WELL FUCK. That just wasn't very considerate of whoever it is/was. After all, we need a bit of time between DEAD PEOPLE...regroup you know, which is exactly what I told him...as we moved to change clothes and head downtown.  He agreed but...

Twins were told they could stay if they wanted, why we were going, and then we did. I figure we can always move after a night with the twins loose in the house unsupervised. LOL. Course with all these corpses running around, so to speak...when WILL we have the time. Sigh.

CONTINUE TO CHAPTER VI