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One Hell of a Butler - Part 2
The Butler Warm
Arching my back I close my eyes and push the wooden bow down over the strings of my violin, a melodic sound reaching my ears as I played the first note that was upon the parchment in front of me.
"No, no, no bocchan, this will not do!" From the soft melody to a violent screech, the bow drops down to my side and I clench the handle in my hand firmly.
"Lift your head whilst you arch your back. Bring the instrument further up your shoulder and stand with a little more poise! We can't have you slouching, especially not when you have to perform in front of so many important guests." I bring the violin further up my shoulder and rest my chin at the base, taking a deep breath before standing up straight. The bow was in the air again and before I could play the first note, I was rudely interrupted yet again.
"Now stand with your legs apart slightly so that you're comfortable." Bu
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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