63 The Question

The Little Red Haired Girl

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63 The Question

Brain was still racking about the house renovations and why after all the careful planning, most of the work on it had gone wrong. They bounced around the circular walls of the dark Pumphouse. Even stupid little things about products Body had bought and had hoped would be beneficial and that Heart had desired. They were random items and events. There must be a connection, a common denominator to these ‘errors’.

“I told my friend” Heart interrupted.
“What do you mean?”
“I told my friend about what was important to me, what I cared about, what I wanted as an end result.”
“Tell me more” Brain was curious.

“O.K. the kitchen sink for example.”
“What the hell has..”
“Bear with me. The kitchen sink I told friend about as I had ordered it especially as I don’t like ‘bendy’ steel sinks. So I got Body to order one of a thicker gage and better quality.”
“And?” Brain was getting impatient.

“In my absence, when I left friend in charge of the builder and the house, the new shiny sink was damaged.”
“And ? What of it? It could have been a faulty one.”
“No. I got Body to send photo’s of it to the supplier. Their assessment was that someone had overly cleaned it, causing it to be scratched and dull.”
“That could have been anyone on site!” Brain exclaimed.
“O.K.” said Heart “I have other examples.”
“Go on” said Brain.

“The whole idea of buying that house was to utilize the head height, to be able to install stairs, I wanted a guest bedroom as a mezzanine level.”
“Is this going anywhere? other than it makes sense to increase the value of the house by adding a bedroom.”
“Yes and Quite. I told friend how important this was for me. She and her estate agent and her builder told me it was possible. It turned out to be a waste of effort, of money, and not really usable space after most of the work and expense for it had been started and incurred.”
“Well that could have been a genuine miscalculation on their part.”
“All three of them!” cried Heart “and who was the first person to arrive when you discovered the gross error? Who was the first person to see Spirits wrath, my utter disappointment and tears, and Body’s torrent of words?”
“Friend?” Brain racked.
“Yes and Body saw her smirk even though she professed to be annoyed with the builder as well, but I did not want to see it or believe it.” Heart cried but went on.

“And the fire, as you already ascertained, who never came around to make sure Body was O.K. even though they knew she would be freezing without a fire. Who helped Body measure up for it and listened to my desires and Spirits inspiration as to how it would look and where it was placed, who knew the staff member and ordering process? Who knew it had been ordered in plenty of time before the winter?”

“Friend” concluded Brain “but even she could not have influenced staff at the suppliers. Even friend does not have that sort of power.”
“Maybe not, but Money has.”
“Are you saying she influenced these people with money? Bribed them?”
“Possibly” cried Heart “but I cannot say for sure and I certainly don’t want to believe it. Let’s look at it in a reverse way, the small successes, the small triumphs in that house renovation had absolutely nothing to do with Friend.”
” I cannot even think of a success at the moment” admitted Brain.

“The guttering. The guttering was arranged by myself and the builder and did not involve friend at all. It was an outside firm the builder hired in to do it. They were professional, they did it well. It was a success. And what did friend say when she saw it?”
“I have to admit I can’t remember” Brain was annoyed with itself.

“I can” called Spirit
“I thought you might” cried Heart “because it was a very odd reaction.”
“It was and I remember feeling odd about it.”
“Then tell me what she said” Brain demanded.

“She said “How could the builder afford that?” cried Heart
“As if she was in control of the budget and how the builder spent it” agreed Spirit.
“Not only that, she then went on to say how noisy metal guttering is in the rain. No ‘well done’, no ‘it looks good’, nothing nice about it at all” Heart cried in dismay.

Brain was thinking.

“And, who took my man, my Noswad?” Heart sobbed uncontrollably.

“Sssh now” sighed Soul “If we are meant to find out we will. Truth will always come out in the end.”

“I hope so” called Spirit “I am so tired of doing the battles and losing my energy, of being sapped of strength.”

“Maybe that’s what they wanted. Your energy. That’s why Noswad deliberately created those petty arguments and Friend, the problems and dramas with the build and the builder. They knew how you would react and they took energy from it” called Spirit.

“They wouldn’t” cried Heart.

“Maybe they wanted what you had Heart and it triggered them. They wanted what you had naturally by being kind and in trusting that people would do good by you. Would do their job well. Perhaps it irritated them” sighed Soul.

“You mean gullible” stated Brain.

“If you wish to see it that way Brain, I cannot stop you but it makes us appear cynical and bitter, and I can truly see we are not. As Heart has just proven” sighed Soul so longing for this permanent darkness to be over.

“Maybe they want your destiny Soul” called Spirit “although how would they know that? or predict it? and how would it be beneficial to them? They have their own destiny’s. Their own houses and families. Even their own ‘husband’ ”

“Yes they do. There are a lot of questions.” Soul sighed.

“None of which seem to make sense to me” stated Brain “I know nothing of these ‘spiritual subjects’ or ‘destiny’s’ for want of a better word.”
“Please don’t be so scathing” sighed Soul “it does not make you look good.”
“I am listening aren’t I? Isn’t that in itself an improvement?”

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“Yes it is, we need to read up on these matters.” It was a long night. Soul sighed again.

“Well Body won’t pick up a book and to be fair we are stuck in this Pumphouse, and from the data I am receiving from Body, it is lacking in energy resources, dehydrated and if we are not careful, soon Hypothermia and sleep will settle in permanently, and let’s not even think about muscle wastage and weakness. Without muscles and movement Body is no use to anyone.”

“How cruel” cried Heart.

“Thankyou Brain for that honest and blunt assessment, but is it really necessary to be quite so brutal about it? Nor is it correct or fair to assume Body has no uses other than for movement.”
“No, I apologise.” Brain muttered.

“Can we not think about something more inspiring” called Spirit.

“It’s difficult without the Little Red Haired Girl. We all need her innocence and love. We all rely on her more than we know” sighed Soul.

“I hope they are O.K.” cried Heart.

“They will be back soon. Have faith” said Big voice.