Graves
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 61
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
Debbie was on pins and needles as she stared out the lighthouse window. The storm outside was really starting to pick up and every so often she could've sworn she saw Erica's silhouette looming in the background. The double jeopardy question however was why? Why hadn't the giantess attacked when she clearly knew where she was? What was she waiting for?
"This ought to do till your boy can receive proper medical care." The old man spoke.
Debbie turned away from the window to find her son laid out across a small couch now sporting some bandages and band-aids. The lighthouse keeper did a decent job of patching him up and for that she was grateful. Now she kind of felt bad about taking her anger out on him a little earlier. But then again she wasn't exactly in a good headspace. She still wasn't really.
"Thanks, old man." Derek groaned. The car crash really did a number on his body.
"Thank you." Debbie spoke softly as knelt by her son.
"Bah!" Graves waved them off. "It's what I'm supposed to be doing anyway."
Debbie looked around the small room and noticed the old pictures on the walls as well as a wooden box on top of a dresser next to a radio. "So... you live here alone?"
The old man took a seat at a desk, On it were a few notebooks and a lamp. "Yeah, been single for the last twenty years or so."
"Oh." If all Debbie could do at the moment was wait out the storm then she might as well get to know her host. She briefly glanced at an old photo and asked, "Where you in the navy?"
"That was a lifetime ago." Graves replied sadly.
The older woman frowned and stared at another picture. "Uh... is this your family?"
The keeper of the light leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, the divorce was messy. We don't exactly speak anymore."
"What about your daughter?" Derek cut in.
"Like I said, the divorce was messy." He responded. "I do have a question of my own though. Why hasn't Moby-Dick attacked even though she knows we're here?"
Debbie felt her stomach drop and Derek's bones ached.
"I don't know." She answered honestly.
"Maybe she wants us to lose our minds by waiting." Derek added.
"I see. You know I saw you all from here thanks to my telescope." Graves started. "I saw everything that went down and heard the reports. You had a good plan but no plan survives first contact with the enemy. Fortunately for you I called the coastguard but I'm not sure how much help they'll be."
Debbie thought about Steve...
Beth...
Sara...
Johnny...
Her breath hitched and she spoke quietly. "Something is better than nothing."
Derek placed a calming hand on her arm. "We'll get through this."
"This ought to do till your boy can receive proper medical care." The old man spoke.
Debbie turned away from the window to find her son laid out across a small couch now sporting some bandages and band-aids. The lighthouse keeper did a decent job of patching him up and for that she was grateful. Now she kind of felt bad about taking her anger out on him a little earlier. But then again she wasn't exactly in a good headspace. She still wasn't really.
"Thanks, old man." Derek groaned. The car crash really did a number on his body.
"Thank you." Debbie spoke softly as knelt by her son.
"Bah!" Graves waved them off. "It's what I'm supposed to be doing anyway."
Debbie looked around the small room and noticed the old pictures on the walls as well as a wooden box on top of a dresser next to a radio. "So... you live here alone?"
The old man took a seat at a desk, On it were a few notebooks and a lamp. "Yeah, been single for the last twenty years or so."
"Oh." If all Debbie could do at the moment was wait out the storm then she might as well get to know her host. She briefly glanced at an old photo and asked, "Where you in the navy?"
"That was a lifetime ago." Graves replied sadly.
The older woman frowned and stared at another picture. "Uh... is this your family?"
The keeper of the light leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, the divorce was messy. We don't exactly speak anymore."
"What about your daughter?" Derek cut in.
"Like I said, the divorce was messy." He responded. "I do have a question of my own though. Why hasn't Moby-Dick attacked even though she knows we're here?"
Debbie felt her stomach drop and Derek's bones ached.
"I don't know." She answered honestly.
"Maybe she wants us to lose our minds by waiting." Derek added.
"I see. You know I saw you all from here thanks to my telescope." Graves started. "I saw everything that went down and heard the reports. You had a good plan but no plan survives first contact with the enemy. Fortunately for you I called the coastguard but I'm not sure how much help they'll be."
Debbie thought about Steve...
Beth...
Sara...
Johnny...
Her breath hitched and she spoke quietly. "Something is better than nothing."
Derek placed a calming hand on her arm. "We'll get through this."
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