[ussgeorgetown] Trill in the Garden by Jassa Kost & Seymour Krelbourn
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- Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 19:49:41 EDT
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Jassa stared at the comm screen, deep in thought. 'Even big tough Marines
need protection, too.' Well, of course they do but how do I get him to let me
do that? She let out a sigh. He'd made love to her. Made dinner for her,
which they finally got to eat, unlike the last time. Talked to her and even
worked with her on the information Nan had given her. Even after all that,
she couldn't forget how angry and hurt Vincent was. She knew those bottles
were irreplaceable and she knew how much those roses meant to him. That mean,
spiteful harpy. She knew just how to hurt him. Her eyes lit on the one rose
he'd given her. I wonder...
She crept into the arboretum, looking around to make sure that Vincent
wasn't there. She wanted to surprise him, if the idea was possible, and, if
it
wasn't, she didn't want to be the cause of further disappointment. Even from
far away, she could tell where his roses had been. Everything in the
arboretum was lush and alive with color except for one spot. That one was
sickly
bare, an ugly yellow, brown. As she got closer to it, she heard a male voice
and thought, for a moment, that she'd been mistaken and that Vincent was there.
"Crikey but she did a number on this soil. It'll all have to go."
That is not him, not with that voice. She stepped around the corner. No,
that's definitely not him. The little man, dressed in coveralls, was quite
bald and much older than Vincent. For some reason he was...my goodness but
he's wearing spectacles! "Excuse me but are you Mr, Krelbourn?"
Seymour peered up at her over the top of his half moon reading glasses.
"That I am. Why's a pretty little thing like you looking for an old man like
me? You'll give my mrs. ideas."
Jassa crouched down next to him and held out the rose. "Do you think
there's any hope of rebuilding at least one of those rose bushes from this?"
"My, oh my...an undamaged specimen!" Seymour exclaimed as he held the rose
up to look at, over the line of the glasses. "Oh, yes, this is very good!"
Jassa gaped in amazement as Seymour bounded away. She scrambled to catch up
with him, finally doing so at a small lab on the other side of the room.
She looked in cautiously. Good, he's not here.
"Excuse me, Mr. Krelbourn, but will it work? I have no idea because I never
studied botany. I wanted to keep it as a memento, you know, as the first one
he ever gave me. I'd give that up, though, if he could have at least one of
the bushes back. He was so proud of them..."
What a sweet girl, Seymour thought. He hopped off the bench to pat her
hand. "I'll do me best, m'dear. There's no roots on it, you see, but it's
intact otherwise. Lot more intact than the ones she hacked up on him." He
rubbed
his chin in thought, absently smudging soil on his chin. "What's your name,
dear?"
"Jassa Kost. I'm the assistant transporter tech," Jassa replied. Her fine
dark brows drew together in a worried frown. "Do you think you could not
tell Vincent about this, Mr, Krelbourn? I would like to surprise him."
"I'll keep it in my personal lab if I can," Seymour stated. He smiled up
at her. "You're a sweet girl and you're a romantic like him. You'll be fine.
No, you run along and I'll let you know how it goes."
"Thank you, Mr, Krelbourn," Jassa said simply. Now for breakfast and that
evil harpy had better not be there...
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