Good day, fellow traveler, and welcome to another edition of the Blog. As you can see, another system of numbering these posts has been introduced. I think I'll keep this one. It's easier to do. Now, for the fifth post of volume three of the Blog, we continue with "Life in Hyperion", the book brought to you, the public, one chapter at a time.
Last week, we were introduced to the characters we'll spending the next eighteen chapters with. We meet Cyrus McLean 'Cy' Scott and his best friend Conrad Harris. In that opening chapter, we found out that Conrad's older sister Darlene was turning thirty and Conrad decided to celebrate that milestone with a party in her honor. However, Darlene is what Cy calls a human iceberg: cold, unfeeling, and emotionless.
Nevertheless, Conrad decides to hold the party anyway. However, the party goes like Cy predicts, with Darlene first ruining any attempt to surprise her, then insulting Cy and his background, including his parentage. In response, Cy fires back a short tirade on what he thinks about Darlene. This serves to end the party as the guest of honor leaves right after that, with the other guests, including Cy's live-in girlfriend Joanne.
That night, as rain falls on Hyperion, Phil leaves his work for a night of drinking. As he nears the local watering hole, he finds a woman crying next to a streetlight. After some talking, she reveals as Louise Harold, a recent arrival in town. The two complete the trip to the bar, called Tom's Place. Once there, they proceed to have a night together, separating only in the wee hours of the morning, with a promise to meet again when possible.
The next day, Phil informs Cy and Conrad of his makeshift date. Cy is happy that Phil is in a relationship while Conrad is too busy blaming Cy for ruining the birthday party for Darlene. With a few remarks, the chapter ends. With all the important plot points given, we can now proceed with this week's posting. Today, we offer a unique means of further introducing the town to you. With no spoilers for the story ahead, we present "How to Go to Law School in One Day"...
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It is another Tuesday morning as Cy wakes up from another night of sleep. As he opens his eyes, he sees the lying figure of Joanne draped over him. He gently starts nudging her until she awakes.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” says Cy.
“Good morning, Cy. Have a nice night?” says Joanne.
“That I did.” says Cy.
“Good, because so did I.” says Joanne.
“Now, do you mind getting up so I can?” asks Cy.
“Of course.” says Joanne as she gets off Cy and the chair.
“Thank you very much.” says Cy as he climbs out of the chair.
“That was another night’s sleep together, I would say.” says Joanne.
“Then say it then, because this is getting hard on me.” says Cy.
“What’s wrong with you?” asks Joanne.
“Nothing, except you seem to like to sleep two people in a place built for one.” says Cy.
“Cy, I told you, I want the two of us to start acting more like a married couple if we’re gonna be one.” says Joanne.
“Don’t I get a vote on it?” asks Cy.
“You gave your vote when you asked me to live with you.” says Joanne.
“Did I?” says Cy.
“You did, now you must live with me like a married couple does, including sleeping in the same bed.” says Joanne.
“On old sitcoms, the husband and wife had separate beds.” says Cy.
“That was the fifties. This is the 21st century. Shape up.” says Joanne as she walks away.
An hour later, Cy walks his way into the green room at WHYP. As Cy enters, he sees Conrad, playing a game of pinball and he also sees Phil, pouring himself a cup of coffee at the room's refreshments table.
“Good morning, guys.” says Cy.
“Hello, Cy.” says Phil as Cy walks over to where Phil is standing.
“Morning, Phil. Have a good night sleep?” says Cy.
“I did, and you?” says Phil.
“The same. I feel the Tuesday morning blues, man. I'm one of those people who have it out for Tuesday as a day of the week. My mother died on a Tuesday, so I have a little more reason to hate it.” says Cy.
“Have a good night's sleep?” asks Phil.
“As much as a person can when he sleeps in an easy chair with his live-in girlfriend.” says Cy.
“So I’m taking it as a no.” says Conrad.
“So, Conrad, how was your night?” asks Cy.
“If you must know, last night, I tried to call my sister at her home… “ says Conrad.
“I can see why you’re nuts today. Darlene does that to me when I speak with her.” says Cy.
“She didn’t answer the phone, Cy.” says Conrad.
“Maybe she was busy blacking out the fun parts of a book.” says Cy.
“I called a couple more times. Still no response.” says Conrad.
“You’re beginning to sound one of those extras on my father’s show.” says Cy.
“Is that an insult?” asks Conrad.
“Put on a red shirt and meet me in the transporter room in five minutes and we’ll see.” says Cy.
“Speaking of last night, I had another date with Louise.” says Phil.
“You did?” says Cy.
“That’s right.” says Phil.
“If I remember right, this was your seventh date.” says Cy.
“I think so.” says Phil.
“Hard to believe that you can have a relationship with someone you only see at night.” says Cy.
“What do you mean?” asks Phil.
“All seven times you’ve been with her is at night. I’m beginning to think you’re dating a insomniac.” says Cy.
“I hope that our relationship will become a daytime one soon.” says Phil.
“What about my sister?” asks Conrad.
“What about her?” asks Cy.
“She didn’t answer her phone last night.” says Conrad.
“Maybe she’s thinking over what I said.” says Cy.
“That was two weeks ago.” says Conrad.
“Maybe she’s begun to review her life and requires silence to do it.” says Cy.
“Cy, are you saying that Darlene turns off the phones and thinks about the choices she’s made?” asks Conrad.
“It would seem so.” says Cy.
“I hope you’re right, Cy.” says Conrad.
“I usually am.” says Cy.
“Good morning, Scott.” says Mr. Gold as he enters the room.
“Same to you, Mr. Gold.” says Cy, getting some coffee.
“Listen, Scott, I have something to tell you.” says Mr. Gold.
“You're firing Barry and Terry?” asks Cy.
“Like he'd do that.” says Conrad.
“Play your game.” says Cy.
“No way, Scott. I've decided to make you this week's host of the WHYP Law School.” says Mr. Gold.
“Is it my turn?” asks Cy.
“I make the decisions around here, you just follow them.” says Mr. Gold.
“I accept your offer.” says Cy.
“You have to.” says Mr. Gold, who then leaves the room.
“Another guest host.” says Phil.
“Hard to believe the old host decided to go to law school and become a lawyer in Chicago.” says Cy.
“I hear ya.” says Phil.
“You, Cy? Host?” asks Conrad as he ends his game and walks over to Cy.
“It was Mr. Gold's decision. I can't refuse.” says Cy.
“You know nothing about the law, except your paranoia.” says Conrad.
“What paranoia?” asks Phil.
“Growing up in New York, one learns to fear the cops a little, considering what they arrest people on and get away with.” says Cy.
“That's being paranoid.” says Conrad.
“One day, I was walking with a friend of mine and the police just came in, arrested him, and drove off, with a threat to arrest me if I tried to follow.” says Cy.
“One too many episodes of Law & Order will do that to you.” says Conrad.
“For the show, I promise to keep my paranoia in check.” says Cy.
“Good. Now, about your knowledge about the law.” says Conrad.
“My father once said that it’s best to enter into something with total ignorance” says Cy.
“So, how are you gonna cure that ignorance?” asks Conrad.
“I'll study at the library.” says Cy.
“I hope you can study.” says Conrad.
“I'll manage.” says Cy.
A couple of hours later, Cy walks up to the library, an unassuming little building in downtown Hyperion. As he walks up it, he is whistling a happy tune. He soon quiets down as he enters. He looks around and finds his way pass the main desk.
Cy soon moves into the tall rows of shelves that make up the library's collection. He scans the bindings of the books, reading the titles, looking for the one he wants. He soon reaches the far side of the library and finds what he is looking for.
“Law for Dummies.” says Cy.
He walks over to one of the many reading tables and pulls out a chair and sits down. He places his feet upon the table, opens the book and begins reading. As his eyes scan the page, he is unaware of the librarian, now seeing Cy just lazily reading away in the back of the library. It is Darlene, who stares at Cy with her cold eyes.
The look on her face is one of malice, directed at Cy. She watches him from an unseen distance, looking over his behavior with hidden contempt. After a few minutes, She walks over to Cy, who is reading from the book as she approaches. His reading takes the form of mumbling, a trait which he inherited from his mother.
“I wish you would not read like that.” says Darlene as she makes it over to where Cy is.
“Ah, Darlene, my friend's sister.” says Cy.
“Cyrus, what have I said about the feet?” says Darlene.
“Not to put them up?” says Cy.
“Right.” says Darlene.
“You take some kind of joy in putting me down, even thought I'm your brother's best friend.” says Cy.
“I'm older than you and Conrad and I have to teach you.” says Darlene.
“You ain't my teacher.” says Cy.
“That mangling.” says Darlene as she winces from Cy's speech pattern.
“I'm sorry if my grammar is terrible to you, but I do it to annoy you.” says Cy.
“I do not want to hear it.” says Darlene.
“Do you mind Darlene? I'm trying to study.” says Cy.
“What are you studying, Cyrus?” asks Darlene.
“The law. I need a crash course so I don't appear dumb to the radio audience.” says Cy.
“That silly law show.” says Darlene.
“It may be silly but it's all we got.” says Cy.
“Well, if you must learn, I must teach you.” says Darlene.
“You, teach me, about the law? You must be getting colder and crazier at the same time, Darlene, if you think that.” says Cy.
“I'm the only one here that can teach you.” says Darlene.
“I know you have a teaching degree, but really… “ says Cy.
“I can teach you what you need to know.” says Darlene.
“In less than 12 hours?” says Cy.
“I’m serious.” says Darlene.
“I happen to know that your teaching degree is for primary education. Do I look like a kid to you?” says Cy.
“Well.. “ says Darlene.
“I see that coming. I’ll retract my statement.” says Cy.
“This is the only you’re gonna learn enough for the show.” says Darlene.
“Darlene, I know that the Hyperion school system wouldn’t let you teach because you hate kids.” says Cy.
“That is not true.” says Darlene.
“Joanne told me about that. Also, I know about your proposed age limit for the library here.” says Cy.
“I can teach. Just let me.” says Darlene.
“If you insist, let the school day begin.” says Cy.
“Alright. The first thing we do is find another textbook for you.” says Darlene.
“I’ll keep this one.” says Cy.
“Then I’ll get a better textbook and teach you from that.” says Darlene.
“Fine by me.” says Cy walks away.
Cy sits there as Darlene walks off. Cy, thinking he is free for now, goes back to his book. As he reads his way through the first chapter, he hears the quiet of the library in his ears. Halfway through chapter two, he hears the sound of someone right next to his table. He looks up and sees Darlene putting paper and pencil down.
“What are you doing?” asks Cy.
“If you’re going to learn, we are going to do it right.” says Darlene.
“I guess I have no choice.” says Cy as Darlene walks over to the other side of the table from him.
“Alright, class. Time to open our minds.” says Darlene.
“Ready, teach.” says Cy.
“You will address me as Miss Harris.” says Darlene.
“Alright, Miss Harris.” says Cy.
“Let us begin.” says Darlene.
“Where do we start?” asks Cy.
“We start by defining what law is.” says Darlene.
“And what is it?” asks Cy.
“Raise your hand first.” says Darlene.
“I have a question, Miss Harris.” says Cy, raising his hand.
“That’s better. Now, what is your question?” says Darlene.
“What is law?” asks Cy.
“Let me first say that law is the rules that a society makes to maintain order.” says Darlene.
“What else?” asks Cy, with his hand raised.
“The rule of law keeps chaos from forming within a society. That being said, we will look at the legal systems of different societies.” says Darlene.
“Miss Harris, I had this at Columbia and I was bored then and bored now.” says Cy.
“There will be no talking in class.” says Darlene.
“Is there anything else I should know about the law?” asks Cy, raising his hand again.
“You will get to know about the law over the course of our class.” says Darlene.
“I only have six hours to really learn about the law.” says Cy.
“Then we must speed along.” says Darlene.
“How fast do we go?” asks Cy, his hand raised once more.
“We’ll started with the heavy stuff now.” says Darlene.
“I just wanna learn a small amount so I don’t appear dumb.” says Cy.
“We must do this the best way possible.” says Darlene.
“Knowing you, I’d rather leave.” says Cy.
“Then leave.” says Darlene.
He then grabs the book, gets out of his chair and walks to the front of the library. Cy takes out his library card and waits for the book to be checked out. When the card is returned to him, Darlene looks on as Cy collects his book. As he walks away from the library, he walks slowly, as if in thought.
As he walks closer to the corner, his ears are filled with the sound of bluegrass music. He looks up from his thoughts and sees a four-member bluegrass group picking away. Cy sees the weird grouping of the members as they play.
He sees the man playing the upright bass: Edgar Winston, a 27-year-old black man with seventies-styled hair on his head and face, wearing a green button shirt, brown vest, and bolo tie, complete with black dress pants.
He also sees the man playing the mandolin: Elmer Badslow, a 32-year-old tan-white man with a thick brown mustache on his face and brown fifties-style hair on his head, wearing a red plaid shirt, with no tie, and blue jeans.
He then looks at the man playing the guitar: Elmer’s brother Thomas Badslow, a 29-year-old tan-white man with no facial hair at all and his black hair trimmed into a crew cut. His outfit is a simple pinkish button shirt with thin black tie and brown slacks.
Finally, Cy reaches the last member, which a close look reveals to be no one else but his friend Conrad. Cy watches as Conrad picks the banjo like a real pro. Cy soon stops in his tracks as he realizes who is picking away on the street corner.
“Well, if it isn’t the Sidewinders, Hyperion’s answer to the Darlings of Mayberry.” says Cy, walking up to the group as they finish playing a song.
“Hello, Cy.” says Elmer in his usual Cajun voice.
“Nice to see that you’re always on the musical beat.” says Cy.
“Just out making a little change. No law against that.” says Thomas.
“Watch it, Thomas. I might find different by the time I finish this book.” says Cy, showing it off to the group.
“Why did you get that book?” asks Edgar.
“Because Cy’s been chosen to host the station’s law show, and he goes on tonight.” says Conrad.
“That means I don’t have much time to learn about the law so I won’t sound like a moron.” says Cy.
“Why don’t read that book in the library, so you can have quiet as you learn?” asks Elmer.
“Because Conrad’s iceberg sister chased me outta there with her lesson plan. She tried to use her teaching degree on me.” says Cy.
“I guess you weren’t into that.” says Conrad.
“Darlene may have the paper to be a teacher but none of the heartfelt concern and the passion. She actually doesn’t like children.” says Cy.
“Then why did she study to be a teacher?” asks Edgar.
“That, I don’t know. Maybe she decided that when she was a little less cold.” says Cy.
“Maybe we can help by giving you music as you study.” says Elmer.
“Pick away.” says Cy as he sits down on the curb.
“Away, and a-one, a-two, a-three… “ says Elmer as they start to play.
Cy starts reading once more as the Sidewinders launch into a redition of “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” Cy’s ears are filled with music as his eyes are filled with the pages of the book. As the song plays, Cy is unaware that Darlene is walking her way to the corner itself.
She stands behind the group silently as they play. None of them look back to notice her. She listens to the words of the song as they fill her ears. The expression on her face goes from a stoic visage to one of sorrow. As before, a tear runs from her eye as she listens to the melody.
She slumps a little as she leans herself against the side of the building. The sorrow that the song brings her flows over her until the song’s finish. When it ends, she stands back up and walks over to where Conrad is standing, just as quiet as she walked to the corner.
“Hello, my brother.” says Darlene.
“Oh, Darlene, I didn’t see you there.” says Conrad.
“I just got here.” says Darlene.
“Then why is there a tear on your face?” asks Cy as he stares up at the group.
“I don’t have a tear.” says Darlene as she wipes it away.
“Why does Conrad’s music bring you tears?” asks Cy.
“It doesn’t.” says Darlene.
“Yes, it does. I’ve seen you. Every time Conrad plays his banjo, you break down in tears, and not of joy.” says Cy.
“Music does not bring me tears or move me in any way.” says Darlene.
“That’s bad. Music should always move one in some way.” says Cy.
“How did the music affect you?” asks Darlene.
“It made me think a little, about the things that are on my mind.” says Cy.
“It didn’t affect you that much.” says Darlene.
“Darlene, something about Conrad’s music makes you cry. I’d give anything to know why.” says Cy.
“Guys, could you stop?” asks Conrad.
“I can’t stay here anyway if Darlene’s gonna stick around.” says Cy as he gets off the curb.
“I’m going back inside anyway.” says Darlene, who then walks away.
“Sorry, guys, but forces beyond me compel me to move on.” says Cy.
“That’s okay.” says Elmer as Cy walks away.
He soon increases his pace and makes his way over to the police station. There, without any thought, he walks inside, his entry noticed by Officer Grace Baker, wearing a blue police uniform, off-set by her long curly brown locks with the police officer's cap on her head and black police coat, writing at a desk in the station's large and expansive main office area.
The room is a collection of desks and tables and paper, mixed together in a slightly organized way around the room. In one corner, a 24-year-old girl, with blackish-brown hair, piled on her head and wearing a mini-skirted dress with a scarf around the middle, with another one around her neck, and a gleam in her eyes, is mopping away slowly.
She, too, notices Cy's entry into the building. After a few steps, he stops and stares at Officer Grace and then makes a bee-line to her desk.
“Hello, Officer Grace.” says Cy.
“Cy, why did you just walk in here?” asks Officer Grace.
“I need your help.” says Cy.
“Do you wish to report a crime?” asks Officer Grace.
“Not really.” says Cy.
“Then what help do you need?” says Officer Grace.
“I need to learn a little about the law.” says Cy.
“Come again?” asks Officer Grace.
“I've been selected as this week's host of WHYP Law School.” says Cy.
“Isn't that the show I'm on?” says Officer Grace.
“Yes, and I've decided to bone so I don't look like a moron on the air.” says Cy.
“You should study at the library.” says Officer Grace.
“I did, and I ran into Darlene and I decided to get out of there.” says Cy.
“That would explain that book in your hands.” says Officer Grace.
“I tried to read it while listening to Conrad’s bluegrass group but Darlene showed up again with that tear in her eye.” says Cy.
“What tear?” asks Officer Grace.
“Conrad’s banjo playing makes her cry for some reason. Anyway, I felt that this book wasn't enough, so I came to you for help.” says Cy.
“How can I help you?” asks Officer Grace.
“Teach me something about the law.” says Cy.
“Look it up in that book.” says Officer Grace.
“Please help me.” says Cy.
“Sorry, I just couldn't resist overhearing all of this.” says the young girl as she walks over.
“Who might you be?” asks Cy.
“My name is Polly. Polly Badslow.” says the woman.
“Nice to meet you, Polly. I'm Cy Scott.” says Cy.
“Your name sounds familiar. Are you on the radio?” says Polly.
“Every weekday morning from 9:00 am to 10:00 am.” says Cy.
“I love your show. It's fun to listen while I'm working.” says Polly.
“Nice to know that. Say, your name is also familiar.” says Cy.
“How so?” asks Polly.
“My best friend Conrad is in a bluegrass band with two brothers named Badslow, Thomas and Elmer.”
“Elmer is my husband.” says Polly.
“Small world.” says Cy.
“I can't help but overhear your problem and I would like to assist.” says Polly.
“Polly, are you saying you'll help me?” asks Cy.
“My uncle is the police chief. I should know something you can use.” says Polly.
“Polly, you're a life saver.” says Cy.
“So, what do you want to know?” asks Polly.
“I wish to know... wow, I don't know.” says Cy.
“I can tell you what I know.” says Polly.
“That's a good idea.” says Cy.
“Well, the first thing you should know is that our country is governed by laws, on the federal, state, and local level.” says Polly.
“I know that. That I remember from ten years ago in high school.” says Cy.
“The next thing you should know are your rights.” says Polly.
“I know my rights.” says Cy.
“Really? What are they?” asks Polly.
“I have... the right to be silent. I also have the right to an attorney and also one if I can't afford one.” says Cy.
“Everyone knows those rights.” says Polly.
“Only when they can a pair of metal bracelets they can't remove.” says Cy.
“Have you ever?” asks Polly.
“Not on yours, mine, my father’s, and my mother's life.” says Cy.
“Isn't she dead?” says Polly.
“She still counts in this, for she would have disowned me outright if I broke the law.” says Cy.
“I see. Well, you also have the right to say whatever you want.” says Polly.
“As long as you have enough money. That's the truth in my business.” says Cy.
“You also have a right to practice any religion you want.” says Polly.
“The one I have is good enough.” says Cy.
“You can also assemble peacefully.” says Polly.
“The sixties were an interesting time, weren't they?” says Cy.
“You're not getting any of what I'm saying, aren't you?” asks Polly.
“I got all you said. It's just that I need more.” says Cy.
“Say, why don't you stick around? I'm sure someone will be brought in and you can observe.” says Polly.
“Like an actor researching a role?” asks Cy.
“That's right.” says Polly.
“It's in my blood. Might as well do it.” says Cy.
Just then, the front door opens and in walks a police officer, a 50-year-old black male with graying hair, leading a 34-year-old black male with a purple button shirt and tan dress pants, in handcuffs.
“I got our suspect, Grace.” says the officer.
“Well, if it isn't Officer Turner.” says Cy.
“Who are you?” asks Officer Turner.
“I'm Cyrus McLean Scott. I work with your son Phil.” says Cy.
“You’re the son of those actors, aren’t ya?” asks Officer Turner.
“Debralee was her name and Jonathan was his name. Don’t wear them out.” says Cy.
“Back to your suspect.” says Officer Grace.
“I got the rapist/murderer, Grace.” says Officer Turner.
“That's a rapist?” asks Cy
“And a murderer.” says Polly.
“Good morning, Officer Baker, and good morning, Polly.” says a man as he walks up to the desk that Officer Grace is sitting at.
“Good morning, sir.” says Officer Grace.
“Good morning, uncle.” says Polly.
“So, you're the police chief. Nice to meet you.” says Cy.
“Who are you, good sir?” asks the man.
“I'm Cyrus McLean Scott, radio personality.” says Cy.
“I'm Police Chief Dave McIntyre. Why are you here?” says Chief McIntyre.
“I'm here doing research for my job as this week's host of WHYP Law School.” says Cy.
“Nice.” says Chief McIntyre.
“Sir, I got the suspect.” says Officer Turner.
“Say, may I ask who did he murder?” asks Cy.
“Dr. Roy Berner, 41-year-old respected member of the community.” says Officer Grace.
“That's interesting.” says Cy.
“Officer Baker, connect the widow Berner and tell her to come identify the suspect.” says Chief McIntyre.
“Yes, sir." says Officer Grace as she picks up the receiver.
“Meanwhile, I'll take the suspect in for questioning.” says Chief McIntyre.
“May I watch?” asks Cy.
“I guess so.” says Chief McIntyre as he takes the suspect from Officer Turner.
“Lead me on, Chief.” says Cy.
Cy, Chief McIntyre, and the suspect make their way to the small room in the back of the police station that acts as the interrogation room. As all three takes their seats, Chief McIntyre begins talking, “What's your name, son?”
“My name is Eddie.” says the man.
“Eddie, why don't you tell me about what happened?” asks Chief McIntyre.
“Well, it began a few months ago... “ says Eddie as his mind returns him to the night of the party.
Various people are engaged in party activities, including Mrs. Berner, a 30-year-old brunette with fair skin and wearing a pink cocktail dress, fitting for the surroundings, partaking of a cocktail.
“I think you pushing it with the cocktails.” says Dr. Roy Berner, a 41-year-old white male with graying hair, wearing a checkered coat, black tie, and black dress pants.
“Don't tell me how to drink.” says Mrs. Berner.
“I'm not.” says Dr. Berner.
“Then let me have some fun.” says Mrs. Berner as she walks away.
Mrs. Berner roams around the room a bit, looking at those in attendance. She then spies Eddie, keeping to himself next to a potted plant. Mrs. Berner makes her way over to Eddie and the potted plant.
“Hello there, Eddie.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Mrs. Berner. Nice to see you.” says Eddie.
“Call me Bea.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Okay... Bea.” says Eddie.
“You know, Eddie, I've kinda had my eye on you for awhile.” says Mrs. Berner.
“You have?” says Eddie.
“I think you're kinda cute.” says Mrs. Berner.
“You do?” says Eddie.
“You seem nice to me, unlike my husband.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Your husband is a nice man.” says Eddie.
“He only cares about his work. I'm just his arm candy.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Don't say that.” says Eddie.
“It's true. I've had my eye on you for a while.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Really?” says Eddie.
“Yes, and I feel a certain connection to you.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Well, I guess I could say the same, if just a little.” says Eddie.
“I wish I could divorce my husband and marry you.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Then why don't you?” asks Eddie.
“Because he feels he owns me. I don't feel safe if I tried.” says Mrs. Berner.
“I would protect you.” says Eddie.
“Thanks, Eddie.” says Mrs. Berner as she starts to wander off, back into the mass of those at the party.
“I still can't see it.” says Eddie, his mind returning to the present.
“What a story so far.” says Cy.
“Quiet, Cy. Continue.” says Chief McIntyre.
“It was the next day, I recall... “ says Eddie as his mind returns to the events of the next day after the party, where Mrs. Berner is outside, trimming up a flower garden.
As she tries to remove a weed in the garden, Eddie walks his way behind her.
“Hello, Bea.” says Eddie.
“Hello... Eddie, is it?” says Mrs. Berner.
“That's right.” says Eddie.
“What do you want, Eddie?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“I wanted to talk to you about what you said to me at the party.” says Eddie.
“What did I say to you at the party?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“That you had feelings for me.” says Eddie.
“I never said that.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Yes you did. You told me that I was cute.” says Eddie.
“I think I would recall me saying that someone was cute.” says Mrs. Berner.
“You were drinking last night. That's probably why you don't remember.” says Eddie.
“I have a good memory of what happened last night.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Then you would remember how you told me that you were your husband's arm candy.” says Eddie.
“I would never things like that about my husband.” says Mrs. Berner.
“That's what you told me.” says Eddie.
“Then you must have heard wrong.” says Mrs. Berner.
“I heard it correctly.” says Eddie.
“I don't have feelings for you.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Yes you do. You're just denying them.” says Eddie.
“Get away from me.” says Mrs. Berner.
“You love me, admit it.” says Eddie.
“I love my husband. I don't love you.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Admit it.” says Eddie.
“Go away, or I will call the cops.” says Mrs. Berner.
Eddie then walks away in a huff, leaving Mrs. Berner to tend to her garden.
“You can see my problem.” says Eddie, back in the present.
“Wow. It must have been tough.” says Cy.
“Over the last months, I've tried to tell her that I'm right but she refuses to listen. Finally, I go to her house and demand she leaves her husband.” says Eddie.
“Then what happened?” asks Chief McIntyre.
“She told me she wouldn't, so I decided to show her what she's missing.” says Eddie.
“That's where the rape comes in.” says Cy.
“Her husband walked in as I was doing the deed. I soon took to him with a pocket knife I have on me.” says Eddie.
“We'll need that knife.” says Chief McIntyre.
“Next thing I knew, he was dead and I was going, going, gone.” says Eddie.
“I think I have enough. I'll have Officer Grace take you to your cell.” says Chief McIntyre.
As the three leave the room, Cy looks over at Officer Grace's desk and spies a woman, her simple dress covered in blood, standing over it.
“That must be the widow Berner.” says Cy.
“Maybe you should go talk to her while I ready an identification.” says Chief McIntyre.
“Got it, Chief.” says Cy, who then walks over to the desk.
“I was told to come here and make a statement.” says the woman.
“Please, sit down... “ says Officer Grace.
“Berner, Bea Berner.” says the woman.
“Now, please tell me about what happened.” says Officer Grace.
Mrs. Berner begins her story, "Well, it began when I met this man at a party. I may have had a few drinks and may have flirted with him in good fun. The next day, he came to me and said I loved him. I didn't love him, I love my husband. Over the next few months, he continued to say I loved him.
“Finally, it all came to a head last night when he demanded that I leave my husband for him. I outright told him no and then he tried to rape me. My husband comes in and this Eddie just kills him with a pocket knife. It's amazing I'm still alive after all of this.”
“I agree, Mrs. Berner.” says Cy.
“Who are you?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“Cy Scott. I'm here on research.” says Cy.
“Is Mrs. Berner ready to identify the suspect?” asks Chief McIntyre as he arrives at the desk.
“I am.” says Mrs. Berner, who then follows Chief McIntyre to the back of the station.
“How can anyone make such a mistake?” asks Cy.
“I don't know, Cy. I've never heard of such a case in my life.” says Officer Grace.
“Maybe the woman should have loved him like he wanted.” says Cy.
“She loves her husband.” says Officer Grace.
“Awe you sure about that, Officer Grace?” asks Cy.
“Not really, but if the woman says so.” says Officer Grace.
Just then, Chief McIntyre walks back into the main room.
“So, how did it go in there?” asks Cy.
“It was positive.” says Chief McIntyre.
“Now what?” asks Cy.
“He'll be taken to Paw Paw for trial.” says Chief McIntyre.
“That's good to know, good to know.” says Cy.
“Hello, uncle.” says Polly as she walks over to the desk.
“Hello, Polly.” says Cy.
“How's your research going?” asks Polly.
“As well as I can see. However, I feel that something is off here.” says Cy.
“I'll see to the suspect.” says Chief McIntyre as he makes his leave.
As Chief McIntyre exits the room, Mrs. Berner enters the room and takes a seat at another desk. Cy looks on for a few minutes until Mrs. Berner feels his presence.
“Must you look at me?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“I just wanna know what made you turn him down.” says Cy.
“Turn who down?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“That Eddie character. He seems like a nice guy.” says Cy.
“Isn't it oblivious?” says Mrs. Berner.
“You tell me.” says Cy.
“He tried to rape and he killed my husband.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Do you have feelings for him at all?” asks Elmer.
“I don't know.” says Mrs. Berner.
“I don't see the problem here.” says Cy.
“Me, neither.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Berner.” says Cy, who then walks around to find Polly.
After a minute or so, Cy finds Polly leaving the jail cell room with her mop and bucket.
“Polly, I'm glad I found you.” says Cy.
“What is it, Cy?” asks Polly.
“I just talked to Mrs. Berner and she might actually have feelings for Eddie.” says Cy.
“Eddie is convinced of the same thing. I wish there was some way for them to see it.” says Polly.
“Give me a few minutes.” says Cy.
“Okay.” says Polly as she moves off.
“Polly, I have an idea.” says Cy, a few minutes later, walking up to her.
“What is it?” asks Polly.
“Just take these handcuffs and follow my lead.” says Cy as he hands Polly a pair of handcuffs.
“Okay, Cy.” says Polly as she takes the handcuffs.
“You go over to Mrs. Berner and I'll take Eddie.” says Cy.
“To where?” asks Polly.
“The interrogation room.” says Cy
“Excuse me, Mrs. Berner.” says Polly as she walks over to where Mrs. Berner is sitting, “Chief McIntyre needs to see you in the interrogation room again.”
“Okay.” says Mrs. Berner as she gets up to follow Cy.
“Here's the keys. Go let Eddie out.” says Cy as he passes by Polly and throws her a set of keys.
Cy takes Mrs. Berner into the interrogation room, soon followed by Eddie and Polly. As Mrs. Berner and Eddie suddenly eye each other, Polly and Cy lead them to the table in the middle of the room.
“Put Mrs. Berner in that chair.” says Cy as she places Eddie in one chair.
“What are you doing?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“This.” says Cy, who then takes Eddie's hands and handcuffs them behind the chair.
Polly then follows suit with Mrs. Berner.
“And now, to make sure you don't get away.” says Cy, as he walks over and grabs some additional cuffs, this time for their legs.
With Mrs. Berner and Eddie now trapped in their chairs, Cy and Polly look on.
“Why have you done this?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“We're not leaving until you admit your feelings for Eddie.” says Polly.
“What feelings?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“The ones you actually have for Eddie here, not the lies you've said to my uncle.” says Polly.
“I don't have any.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Of course you do. You admitted it to Eddie.” says Polly.
“I was drunk.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Being drunk lets you give the truth about something rather than the lies one normally tells.” says Cy.
“Maybe I have some feeling.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Polly, hold Mrs. Berner's head.” says Cy.
“What for?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“I want you to look at Eddie.” says Cy.
“Good idea.” says Polly as she walks over to Mrs. Berner and takes hold of her head.
She then points it at Eddie, so he fills Mrs. Berner's vision.
“Look at him. You must have more than feelings for him.” says Polly.
“Maybe.” says Mrs. Berner as she tries to push away Elmer.
“Keep that head pointed at Eddie, Polly.” says Cy.
“Okay, Cy.” says Polly.
Polly keeps it up for five minutes as Mrs. Berner is forced to stare at Eddie. Eventually, Mrs. Berner's heart and mind are filled with new thoughts.
“Okay, I admit it. I have more than feelings for you, Eddie.” says Mrs. Berner.
“You do?” asks Eddie.
“I think I... kinda like you.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Admit it.” says Polly.
“Okay, the truth is... I kinda love you.” says Mrs. Berner.
“You love me?” asks Eddie.
“Ever since the day I first saw you. The reason I didn't say anything is... well, you know my husband.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Do you mean it?” asks Eddie.
“Yes, Eddie.” says Mrs. Berner.
“I love you, too.” says Eddie.
“How sweet it is.” says Cy.
“You got it.” says Polly.
“Can you please remove these cuffs?” asks Mrs. Berner.
“Well... Okay.” says Polly.
Polly removes his hands from Mrs. Berner's head and Cy removes the handcuffs from both her and Eddie's hands.
“Thank you for this.” says Mrs. Berner.
“Me, too.” says Eddie.
The two then gets up and run over to each other.
“Why did I ever deny it?” says Mrs. Berner as the two embrace.
“What's going on in here?” asks Chief McIntyre as he enters the room.
“Just a lesson in romance.” says Cy as he walks over to him.
“What do you mean?” asks Chief McIntyre.
“Polly will explain it to you. I must make my leave.” says Cy, who then leaves the room.
“Say, Cy, have you seen Eddie?” asks Officer Grace as Cy arrives at her desk.
“Chief McIntyre has found him.” says Cy.
“What was he doing?” asks Officer Grace as Cy picks up his book.
“He'll explain. Now, if you excuse me, I must leave to study at home.” says Cy, who then leaves the police station.
As Cy makes his way to the sidewalk in front of the police station, he finds himself running into something, which quickly he finds to be none other than Louise.
“Sorry for that.” says Louise.
“Say, who are you?” asks Cy.
“My name is Louise. Louise Harold, my dear.” says Louise.
“Nice to meet you.” says Cy, extending his hand.
“Same here.” says Louise as she shakes Cy’s hand.
“My name is Cy Scott. I work with Phil, your boyfriend.” says Cy.
“It’s so nice to get to know one of Phil’s fellow workers.” says Louise.
“That’s good to know, good to know.” says Cy.
“So, what are you doing?” asks Louise.
“I’m researching for a radio show that airs tonight. Now, I ask the same of you.” says Cy.
“I’m just out, enjoying the sun.” says Louise.
“Do you always see the sun?” asks Cy.
“Not always, but now I can.” says Louise.
“Well, if you excuse me, I must be going.” says Cy, who then turns and walks away as Louise resumes her skipping.
That afternoon, Cy sits in his home, in his easy chair, reading his book. As he reads, Joanne enters the house. As she enters the living room, she sees Cy reading.
“What are you doing?” asks Joanne.
“I’m reading.” says Cy.
“Reading what?” asks Joanne.
“Can’t you see it?” asks Cy.
“I can. The question is why?” says Joanne.
“I need to. I’m hosting the law school tonight.” says Cy.
“That silly program?” says Joanne.
“It would appear so.” says Cy.
“Are you getting any of what you’re reading?” asks Joanne.
“Not much. I guess I’m too much of a dummy when it comes to the law.” says Cy.
“Maybe you need a teacher.” says Joanne.
“Darlene tried that. I didn’t like it.” says Cy.
“What happened to you today?” asks Joanne.
“First, Mr. Gold gave the job just this morning. I decide to go to the library to bone up.” says Cy.
“I think I get the picture here.” says Joanne.
“Let me just say. I tried to ignore Darlene but she decided that her method of learning was the only way.” says Cy.
“No wonder the school board turned her down for a job.” says Joanne.
“That, and the fact she openly hates children.” says Cy.
“She does?” says Joanne.
“She once tried to have a three-year-old banned from the library because he ran into her and made her spill a pile of books she was carrying.” says Cy.
“Well, I adore children, and I adore you.” says Joanne.
“That’s good to know, good to know.” says Cy.
“I think I’ll teach you.” says Joanne.
“Are you better than Darlene?” asks Cy.
“I am, because I’ll use fun to help you.” says Joanne.
“I hope so, because learning new things is tough.” says Cy.
“It’s not that tough.” says Joanne.
“When my father had to learn how to direct, he just spent hour upon hour in the editing room, watching someone else edit their show.” says Cy.
“He must have succeeded that way, for he’s directed films.” says Joanne.
“My father told me that there’s nothing to directing a film.” says Cy as he climbs out of the easy chair.
“Maybe you can use his approach to help you.” says Joanne.
“How can I?” asks Cy.
“Well, think of the radio show as a film you have to direct and the people on it your actors.” says Joanne.
“Good idea.” says Cy.
“Now, what is the law?” asks Joanne.
“According to Darlene, it is the rules a society makes to maintain order.” says Cy as he walks up to Joanne.
“It’s also the protection of citizens by a government.” says Joanne.
“I know that.” says Cy.
“You’re learning already.” says Joanne.
“This is getting easy.” says Cy.
“Now, tell me more about this show.” says Joanne.
“Well, it’s me, the host, along with a three-member panel involved in the law: a lawyer, a judge, and a police officer.” says Cy.
“It’s start with the first member you named, the lawyer.” says Joanne.
“I know what lawyers do, but I think I need some helpful information.” says Cy.
“A lawyer’s job is to help out people or represent them in a court of law.” says Joanne.
“That’s what I know. I watch Law & Order all the time.” says Cy.
“Then why do you need to bone up on the law?” asks Joanne.
“Because that knowledge can only go so far. I need to know about the law for real.” says Cy.
“You’re serious about that.” says Joanne.
“That I am.” says Cy.
“Say, did you do any other research into the law, besides that book?” asks Joanne.
“I did. I went to the police station to talk to the police officer on the panel.” says Cy.
“Did you learn anything?” asks Joanne.
“Not from the police officer, but from the janitor.” says Cy.
“What did the janitor teach you?” asks Joanne.
“That love can triumph over the law.” says Cy.
“Cy, you’re losing me.” says Joanne.
“Let me just tell you that today has been the most interesting day I’ve had in a long while.” says Cy.
“You must tell me about it later.” says Joanne.
“I will. If you’ll excuse me, I must get back to my book.” says Cy.
“Cy, you mind if I do take a crack at teaching you some of this stuff?” asks Joanne as Cy starts walking away.
“I don’t know about that.” says Cy as Joanne starts to follow behind.
“Trust me, I think I know how much to teach you so you’re no dummy.” says Joanne.
“I just need enough so when the panel asks me a question, I can answer it.” says Cy.
“Just leave it to me.” says Joanne.
That night, Cy arrives back at the radio station. As he enters the green room, he finds Phil, looking over a magazine.
“Good evening, Phil.” says Cy.
“Ready for the law?” asks Phil.
“I think I am, although the day I've had, I wonder if I am.” says Cy.
“What kind of day have you had?” asks Phil.
“I'll tell you tomorrow. Just let me ready my mind for tonight.” says Cy as he sits himself in the room's easy chair.
That evening, at 8:00 pm, Cy takes the mike in the studio, where sits three people
across from him, including Officer Grace. Phil looks on from the control room.
Cy speaks into the mike in his radio voice, “And now, it's eight o'clock here on WHYP, so that means it's time for our Tuesday night series on the world of the law, the WHYP Law School. As always, we have our panel of law experts, each from different levels of law enforcement.
“We have Judge Gus Shepherd, our lawyer Mike Armstrong, and police officer Grace Baker of the Hyperion Police Department. I'm your guest host this week, Cy Scott. Now, I have a batch of questions here for you, and we'll have some phone calls coming in during the show.”
“He's getting it.” says the engineer.
“I think we learned enough.” says Phil.
“Now, let's get to our first question, and it's a listener question. ‘If you set your house on fire, would that be considered arson?’.” says Cy.
Officer Grace answers first, “Yes, if that was your idea to start it.”
“But what if it was a complete accident?” asks Cy.
“Then it wouldn't be arson since there was no intent.” says Officer Grace.
“Next question, and this is for the lawyer and the judge. Have you ever used your legal standing to commit an illegal act?” says Cy.
“I'm not sure I can answer that.” says Mike.
“For legal sake, let's use the simplest one.” says Cy.
“Well, I have used my authority to pay off parking tickets.” says Gus.
“And have you ever been caught?” asks Cy.
“Outside this show?” asks Gus.
“Yes.” says Cy.
“Once, one of my clerks caught me pencil-whipping a parking ticket and he blast
me for it.” says Gus.
“I hope that clerk ended up working in another county after that.” says Cy.
“You're right.” says Gus.
“Now, let us move on to a phone question, and we have a light on, so let us press
On.” says Cy, who then pushes the active line.
“I have a question for the police officer.” says the man on the phone.
“Go on.” says Officer Grace.
“Well, let's say someone rapes your daughter and the police do nothing to help you, is that against the law?” says the man on the phone, who Phil and Officer Grace figure out is Mr. Shaw.
“Mr. Shaw, I told you, we can't do anything right now.” says Officer Grace.
“How did you know it was me?” asks Mr. Shaw.
“Your voice was familiar.” says Officer Grace.
“Mr. Shaw, if you don't have a real question... “ says Cy.
“That was a real question and I would like an answer.” says Mr. Shaw.
“Please answer so we can get rid of him.” whispers Cy to Officer Grace.
Officer Grace proceeds to answer Mr. Shaw's question, “Mr. Shaw, if there is enough evidence to suggest the identity of the man who raped your daughter, he will be arrested.”
“I hope that answers your question, Mr. Shaw.” says Cy as he cuts off the call, so he can spare the listening audience any further comments from Mr. Shaw.
“What a nutcase. His daughter was raped four weeks ago and they still haven't caught who did it.” says Phil in the control room.
“I know it.” says the engineer.
“You know, that Hyperion Rapist has been going around for about the last two years. I mean, the Fernwood Flasher was easier to catch than this guy.” says Cy in the studio.
“I get that.” says Gus.
“Let's move on. Now, let's move to the recent events of today. Now, according to my sources, there was a rape and murder committed, although not to the same person.” says Cy
“That is true. However, I should tell you that the rape charge has been dropped by the rape victim. The murder charge is still being investigated, although it might not stick.” says Officer Grace.
“Why?” asks Cy.
“Because the murderer is claiming self-defense. He claims that his other victim attacked and he only killed to save himself.” says Officer Grace.
“I hope the suspect is able to clear themselves.” says Cy.
Phil watches the rest of the show as Cy shows off his new knowledge of the law. When the show ends, Cy signs off and the panel members get out of their chairs and head for the door. Cy then walks into the control room.
“I think that was a good show.” says Phil.
“Me, too. I mean, I did well, considering how nervous I was before.” says Cy.
“Excuse me, Cy?” says Mr. Gold as he enters the control room.
“Yes, Mr. Gold?” asks Cy.
“I just heard the show and I wanna tell you that you're the best of the hosts we've had since we started this.” says Mr. Gold.
“It's rare to hear it from you, so I'll take it.” says Cy.
“In fact, I'm gonna make you the permanent host of the program.” says Mr. Gold.
“Thanks, Mr. Gold." says Cy.
“Don't mention it.” says Mr. Gold, who then leaves the room.
“Me? Having to do this show every week?” says Cy.
“You'll handle it.” says Phil.
“You're right. My mother, at one time, work for six outta seven days a week. I should be able to handle a morning show and a weekly nighttime show.” says Cy.
“I know you can.” says Phil.
Just then, the door to the control room opens and in walks Louise, looking very happy as she enters.
“Hello, guys.” says Louise.
“Hello, Louise.” says Phil.
“Louise, nice to see you again.” says Cy.
“Again? When did you guys meet?” asks Phil.
“Just today, as I was leaving the police station. Long story.” says Cy.
“I’ve told Louise that you have famous parents.” says Phil.
“Phil says that they’re very famous.” says Louise.
“I wouldn’t say that. They are, however, well-known to many.” says Cy.
“Well, I’ve heard of them.” says Louise.
“Rest assured, my parents are Debralee Scott, the late actress, and Jonathan Frakes, the man who’s best known for working on a starship for many years.” says Cy.
“I can’t believe that a person of your birth would work at a small-town radio station like this.” says Louise.
“Like my parents, I chart my own course in life.” says Cy.
“If you say so.” says Louise.
“Pardon me, Miss Harold, but I can’t help but feel that you’re familiar.” says Cy.
“Call me Louise, and are you sure?” says Louise.
“I am, even thought I’m sure that I have never met you before in my life.” says Cy.
“I must remind you of a past love.” says Louise.
“That you must. There have been only two. One is dead and the other is waiting at home for me.” says Cy.
“Then go to her, Cy.” says Louise.
“Nice meeting you, Louise.” says Cy as he starts to leave.
“It was nice to meet you, Cy. You seem so… interesting.” says Louise.
“Most people just view me as another person.” says Cy as Phil and Louise follow behind him.
“You’re different, somehow.” says Louise as the three exit the control room.
“I know I am.” says Cy.
“Say, Louise, how about the two of us head out on the town?” asks Phil.
“That would a be a good idea.” says Louise.
“I wish you well tonight.” says Cy.
“I hope so.” says Louise.
The three reach the front doors of the station and exit the station. Cy stops himself in the doorway as Phil and Louise continue onwards, their arm around each other. As Cy looks on to the departing duo, Officer Grace walks up to him from behind.
“I see you’re happy.” says Officer Grace.
“Look at those two. Their love is clear.” says Cy.
“I can see that myself.” says Officer Grace.
“Yet, at the same time, I can’t get over how Louise feels familiar to me.” says Cy.
“Are you sure you’ve never met her?” asks Officer Grace.
“I’m positive, and I can’t figure it out.” says Cy.
Cy and Officer Grace then stop talking and watch as Phil and Louise disappear into the night, with the look on Cy’s face being one of confusion.
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That concludes the fifth posting of volume three, the second chapter of "Life in Hyperion". Come back next week for the third chapter of this exciting tale, " ...And a Mrs. Hartley to Come Home to", where we examine gender roles this side of the 21st Century. It promises to be a good one.
That's Monday, October 22nd, at 5:00 pm, for the sixth posting of volume three.
Join me, won't you?
Yours truly, John Maxwell.
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