Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 50's

“Except Mr. Cecilion.”

“Betul. Jenson and I visited our grandfather often, and we often, not often but very often meet here, at Rober’s.” Whether we want it or not, he told himself. “Others don't come here often.”

“Sample, Lieutenant.” Jenson brought the box. “And report from Laboratory.”

Randall skimmed through the copy, then slipped the piece of paper into the box. “Lawyer Your Grandpa...” He glanced at his notebook. “Zephaniah reported that there was an intrusion at Rober’s a few weeks ago. We've sent patrol cars to check the area in question, but at this time you may agree if we send someone to patrol there.”

“I totally agree then,” timpal Jenson.

“I'll call Zephaniah” Seeing Lieutenant Randall's cup is empty, Rachel took it and filled it again. “I also need a list of names of relatives listed in the will.”

Rachel scowling. He and Jenson have been trying to work together as best they can with Lieutenant Randall. As they finished, Rachel looked at Randall with a sorry look. “I've said that we are not familiar.”

“I'll call Zephaniah to get the details.” Randall stood up and tried not to think about the cold weather that would come with him when driving back to town. “We will save the information as best we can. If anything happens, call me right away. One of my members will be around here to clean it up.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” Jenson helped the short-fat man put on his jacket. Randall looked around. “You ever thought of installing a security system?”

“No.”

“Try you rethink,” his advice, and pass.

“We've just been patted,” murmured Rachel.

Jenson wonders if Logan’s Run still leaves room for the odd-minded fat cop. “It looks like so.”

“You know, Jenson, I had two thoughts in bringing the police into this matter.”

“Yaitu?”

“Their presence will calm the situation or vice versa is to heat the atmosphere.”

“I hope their presence will calm down instead of heating up the atmosphere, already you calm down, I'm sure we will be fine.”

“Yes, maybe I'm just a little anxious.”

“You pay with your money and choose your choice.”

Rachel looked at him with a look of understanding “You agreed at the second glance.”

“I've almost got it.” Jenson passed the coffee and poured the brandy. “I almost got something. Someone.” When he looked at Rachel, the hint of joy that had been present in his eyes had faded away. The anxiety came back again. “I'd rather fight openly, one on one.”

“Better if we consider it like per chess toy, instead of boxing match.” Rachel approached, hugged Jenson and swept her cheek over Jenson's shoulder. It was the kind of move Jenson thought she would never get used to from Rachel. While laying her head in Rachel's hair, she realizes the fact that she not only adds sweetness to the feeling. When did he stop remembering that Rachel didn't fit into the picture of the ideal woman he'd created for so long? His hair was too red, his body too thin, his tongue too sharp. Jenson clutches them tightly and finds that they are perfect for each other.

“I never had the patience needed to play chess.”

“Then we leave it to the police.” Rachel hugged him even tighter. The need to protect rises so strongly as does the desire to be protected. “I've been thinking about what might happen tonight. I don't want you to get hurt, Jenson.”

“Because..” Rachel looked Jenson in the eye and felt her heart melt. But he wouldn't be a fool, he wouldn't risk his pride. “Because that way I have to wash dishes alone.”

Jenson smiled. No, he does not have much patience, but he can have it if circumstances require him to do so. A kiss on the sides of Rachel's mouth. Sooner or later, he will get even more from Pandora. Then he just had to decide what else he would do. “There's another reason?”

Absorbing that sensation, Rachel twisted her brain to get another light answer. “If you get hurt, you can't work. I have to face your grumpy habits.”

“I think you're used to it.”

“I think it will be even worse.”

Jenson kissed Rachel's closed eyes slowly. “Try again.”

“I care.” Rachel opened her eyes, her tears strained and fought back. “Have a problem with that?”

“No.” This time Jenson's kiss was not gentle, nor was he impatient. Within a few seconds she was able to render Rachel helpless. If there's tension in the excitement, Jenson can't feel it. “The only problem is how to get it out of you.”

“After all you are still my family.”.

Jenson laughed, then blew Rachel's earlobe. “Don't try you retreat.”

Rachel was irritated, her body stiffened. “I never tried to retreat.”

“Unless you can make it rational. Just remember this.” Jenson left Rachel helpless. “Our family relationships are far.” Their lips met, with their buttons, and then parted. “This relationship is not.”

“I don't know what you want from me,” he whispered.

“Usually you are quick to catch it.”

“Do not joke, Jenson, this is not funny.”

“I'm not kidding Rachel, I really.” Jenson took it off, then gripped her shoulder. At first glance, firmly, he swept his hand up to Rachel's elbow and then back again. “No, I won't chase him in front of you, Rachel. I won't make it easy for you. You have to be willing to admit that we both want the same thing. And you'll admit it.”

“You are so arrogant,”.

“I'm just confident,” errat Jenson. He must, or he will, kneel. The time will come, he promised himself, Rachel will break into her own fortifications. “I really want you.”

A vibration crawled through Rachel's spine. “Well I know.”

“Yeah.” Jenson grasped Rachel's hand very gently and gently with great affection. “I know you know.”

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Winter is still hanging in February. There was a time when Rachel was forced to take pains to catch a puddle on the way from home to her workshop. He found himself grateful for the physical work. The rainy season is a silent time that provides too much time to think.

In using her time, Rachel realized some unpleasant things. His life, as he knew it, as he had lived it all along, would never be the same again. As far as his artwork is involved, he feels the months of hard work and passion have made his works better. In fact, he often uses his jewelry to distract him from what happens to himself and his surroundings. When that doesn't work, he uses what happens to himself and his surroundings in his work.