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ricochets2011-12-25 03:56 pm
quirkyandquiet) wrote in ricochets2011-12-25 03:56 pm
fanfic » at the auction (scarecrow and mrs. king, 3a/4)
After calling Billy bright and early Friday morning and explaining why he wouldn't be in until the afternoon, Lee headed to the headquarters of 'Mothers for a Safe Environment.' He was grateful that he had been listening when Amanda told him that the organization had a permanent location for organized events, or he would never know when and where the box social would take place.
"Mr. Sampson, I haven't seen you since you moved away," a familiar looking woman said.
"You're Mrs. Courtney, right?" he answered.
"That's right."
"Mrs. Courtney, Amanda was telling me about a box social your organization is putting on. Do you know any of the details?" he asked, hoping that this woman would be able to provide the information he needed.
"Mr. Sampson, what incredible timing. This morning and afternoon we'll be displaying the boxes to be auctioned off tonight. Since the women participating are not allowed to tell which box is belongs to them, we thought it would be fun if the potential bidders could take a look at the boxes, and guess which box belongs to the person they want to bid on. Will you be bidding tonight?"
Lee was growing impatient with the woman's babbling, but he slapped a wide smile on his face and said, "Just tell me where and I'll come."
"We'll be holding the auction at the church we used to hold our meetings in, it starts at six. Come on, I'll show you where the boxes are."
Mrs. Courtney led Lee to another room, and left him to study the boxes. Lee inspected all the boxes in the room trying to figure out which one was Amanda's. He narrowed it down to two boxes. 'The box decorated with the floral wallpaper had to be Amanda's box,' he thought, not bothering to pay closer attention to the other box. Satisfied that he found Amanda's box, Lee left. A few seconds later Jean Kearsley and a volunteer entered the room.
"Jean, are you sure about this?" the volunteer questioned.
"Jenny, I have to move on with my life. I can't stay hidden forever. I need to do this," Jean said, picking up the floral papered box that Lee decided was Amanda's.
"Your box is very pretty. I'm sure that it will bid the highest."
"Thanks Jenny," Jean said, handing her the box, "Make sure this box is the last one to be auctioned off. I want to surprise everyone."
"Everyone will be surprised. I'll put the box at the end of the table," Jenny laid out her plans. "In fact, I'll put the boxes in order for the auction, and tell the people who come in not to move them."
"That's a good idea," Jean said. "The more organized we are for tonight, the better."
"Jean, do you remember which box is Amanda's?"
"It's this one," Jean said, pointing to a box with red plaid wallpaper.
********
After a quick lunch, Lee returned to the Agency. He entered the Q-Bureau. "Afternoon, Amanda," Lee said. He sat down and stared at Amanda. He ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times. "I'm sorry if I upset you on Wednesday," he apologized.
"That's okay, I overreacted. You were trying to be a good friend. Let's just drop it." Amanda said, not wanting to discuss it further.
"Are you sure?" he pressed.
"Yes!"
"Amanda, I need to go to the Bullpen, you can stay here and finish your transcribing. I'll see you later."
"Bye, Lee," Amanda said as Lee left, taking a deep breath as the door closed behind him. She didn't know how much longer she could last, but she promised Mr. Melrose to wait a little while longer. If something didn't happen soon, Amanda would have no other choice, but to move on to someone else. She was determined not to wait forever. Nobody could be that patient, not even her.
********
"Harry, I don't know if I can go through with this," Lee said, pacing at a rapid rate, carrying the phone along with him.
"Everything is going to be fine," Harry's said reassuringly.
"How can you be so sure?" Lee challenged.
"I have a good feeling about this, call it gut instinct."
"Well, I better get ready if I want to get there early. I want to make sure I get a good seat." Lee stopped his pacing and stood looking at the phone in his hands. "Bye, Harry, thanks for helping."
"No problem, just get the job done."
Lee hung up the phone, put it down, and went into the bathroom. He lathered on the shaving cream, and then he picked up the razor. As he raised the sharp implement closer to his face, he noticed his hand shaking, so he put it down before he cut himself. After a few deep breaths, Lee picked up the razor, again, and progressed in his shaving. When he was done, he removed his robe and stepped into the shower. A few minutes later, he turned off the water, dried his hair, and brushed his teeth.
Lee left the bathroom and entered his bedroom. On the bed lay three different sets of clothes. He had a suit with matching tie and shirt, dress pants with a crisp white shirt and a sport coat, and casual slacks with a casual shirt to choose from. He didn't want to be too dressed up, yet, he didn't want to be underdressed. He went to his dresser drawer and selected his lucky blue boxer shorts. After picking out his lucky argyle socks, Lee went to the bed and started to dress. He decided that the dress pants with a shirt would set the right tone for the evening. When he was done, Lee went back into the bathroom to put on his watch and check his hair, making sure it was perfect. Walking into the living room, he went to make sure that he had his wallet and his checkbook. He then picked up his keys, and left the apartment.
********
Amanda sat in one of the offices in the church. Each auction participant had to stay in that room until her box was sold. They were told to meet the highest bidder at the payment table, and then go into a church anteroom to get acquainted before the picnic tomorrow.
'I hope I end up with someone nice,' Amanda thought, 'Maybe he'll help me forget about Lee.'
Little did Amanda know what the evening held in store.
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"Mr. Sampson, I haven't seen you since you moved away," a familiar looking woman said.
"You're Mrs. Courtney, right?" he answered.
"That's right."
"Mrs. Courtney, Amanda was telling me about a box social your organization is putting on. Do you know any of the details?" he asked, hoping that this woman would be able to provide the information he needed.
"Mr. Sampson, what incredible timing. This morning and afternoon we'll be displaying the boxes to be auctioned off tonight. Since the women participating are not allowed to tell which box is belongs to them, we thought it would be fun if the potential bidders could take a look at the boxes, and guess which box belongs to the person they want to bid on. Will you be bidding tonight?"
Lee was growing impatient with the woman's babbling, but he slapped a wide smile on his face and said, "Just tell me where and I'll come."
"We'll be holding the auction at the church we used to hold our meetings in, it starts at six. Come on, I'll show you where the boxes are."
Mrs. Courtney led Lee to another room, and left him to study the boxes. Lee inspected all the boxes in the room trying to figure out which one was Amanda's. He narrowed it down to two boxes. 'The box decorated with the floral wallpaper had to be Amanda's box,' he thought, not bothering to pay closer attention to the other box. Satisfied that he found Amanda's box, Lee left. A few seconds later Jean Kearsley and a volunteer entered the room.
"Jean, are you sure about this?" the volunteer questioned.
"Jenny, I have to move on with my life. I can't stay hidden forever. I need to do this," Jean said, picking up the floral papered box that Lee decided was Amanda's.
"Your box is very pretty. I'm sure that it will bid the highest."
"Thanks Jenny," Jean said, handing her the box, "Make sure this box is the last one to be auctioned off. I want to surprise everyone."
"Everyone will be surprised. I'll put the box at the end of the table," Jenny laid out her plans. "In fact, I'll put the boxes in order for the auction, and tell the people who come in not to move them."
"That's a good idea," Jean said. "The more organized we are for tonight, the better."
"Jean, do you remember which box is Amanda's?"
"It's this one," Jean said, pointing to a box with red plaid wallpaper.
********
After a quick lunch, Lee returned to the Agency. He entered the Q-Bureau. "Afternoon, Amanda," Lee said. He sat down and stared at Amanda. He ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times. "I'm sorry if I upset you on Wednesday," he apologized.
"That's okay, I overreacted. You were trying to be a good friend. Let's just drop it." Amanda said, not wanting to discuss it further.
"Are you sure?" he pressed.
"Yes!"
"Amanda, I need to go to the Bullpen, you can stay here and finish your transcribing. I'll see you later."
"Bye, Lee," Amanda said as Lee left, taking a deep breath as the door closed behind him. She didn't know how much longer she could last, but she promised Mr. Melrose to wait a little while longer. If something didn't happen soon, Amanda would have no other choice, but to move on to someone else. She was determined not to wait forever. Nobody could be that patient, not even her.
********
"Harry, I don't know if I can go through with this," Lee said, pacing at a rapid rate, carrying the phone along with him.
"Everything is going to be fine," Harry's said reassuringly.
"How can you be so sure?" Lee challenged.
"I have a good feeling about this, call it gut instinct."
"Well, I better get ready if I want to get there early. I want to make sure I get a good seat." Lee stopped his pacing and stood looking at the phone in his hands. "Bye, Harry, thanks for helping."
"No problem, just get the job done."
Lee hung up the phone, put it down, and went into the bathroom. He lathered on the shaving cream, and then he picked up the razor. As he raised the sharp implement closer to his face, he noticed his hand shaking, so he put it down before he cut himself. After a few deep breaths, Lee picked up the razor, again, and progressed in his shaving. When he was done, he removed his robe and stepped into the shower. A few minutes later, he turned off the water, dried his hair, and brushed his teeth.
Lee left the bathroom and entered his bedroom. On the bed lay three different sets of clothes. He had a suit with matching tie and shirt, dress pants with a crisp white shirt and a sport coat, and casual slacks with a casual shirt to choose from. He didn't want to be too dressed up, yet, he didn't want to be underdressed. He went to his dresser drawer and selected his lucky blue boxer shorts. After picking out his lucky argyle socks, Lee went to the bed and started to dress. He decided that the dress pants with a shirt would set the right tone for the evening. When he was done, Lee went back into the bathroom to put on his watch and check his hair, making sure it was perfect. Walking into the living room, he went to make sure that he had his wallet and his checkbook. He then picked up his keys, and left the apartment.
********
Amanda sat in one of the offices in the church. Each auction participant had to stay in that room until her box was sold. They were told to meet the highest bidder at the payment table, and then go into a church anteroom to get acquainted before the picnic tomorrow.
'I hope I end up with someone nice,' Amanda thought, 'Maybe he'll help me forget about Lee.'
Little did Amanda know what the evening held in store.
next