59. Famous Act

59. Famous Act

“What if we take the clunker home? I will take them to the clinic in a car.”
Tim obeyed but laughed inwardly. Meanwhile, Gerald and Samuel had the same opinion but could not speak out because they did not know his relationship with the cars.
After processing his talk, he asked, “Is this not a car, George?”
George was mute and looked down. Soon, they were at home. They drove in, and the boys got out of the clunker, followed by George.
Nevertheless, they were surprised that everyone was glad to see them including the security men.
“Welcome back,” They greeted them one after the other.
Before they could respond, Tim instructed, “Collins, give George the car keys and park my bucket of bolts well for me.”
George laughed loudly at his joke and the boys were infested. They laughed too and got into the car and George drove them to the clinic.
The Clinic
Dr. Morgan was about to leave when George parked and he stopped in his tracks. He recalled that he had seen the car before but could not say where and when. His curiosity was satiated when Gerald and Samuel got out of the car.
“I hope there is no problem,” he asked himself, and watched them walk up to him.
“Good evening, Dr. Morgan,” they greeted him happily.
“Good evening, Cadets. How are you?”
“We are fine, Doctor.”
“Come in,” he said.
“Okay,” they said and followed him and he led them to his office.
“What brings you?” He asked after they sat down.
Unfortunately, the check-up was an excuse to leave the school. Now that they were face to face with the doctor, they could not explain why they were there.
“We are here for a check-up,” Gerald mustered courage and explained.
The doctor was perplexed and asked, “Checkup? Did I give you an appointment?”
The two boys were like 'We are here and not going back'.
“You did not give us any appointment,” Gerald answered.
“We gave ourselves the appointment,” Samuel added.
The doctor who was already running late was not prepared for their 'Hey, diddle, diddle'. He simply pulled down the bottom of their eyelids and declared, “You are okay. I will prescribe some multivitamins for you.”
“Okay, Doctor,” they concurred one after the other and he wrote out the drugs.
“Take. Hurry to the pharmacy before it closes.”
They collected the piece of paper from him forthwith and appreciated him, “Thank you, Doctor.”
He shook his head happily and responded, “You are welcome. Good night.”
At that point, the boys were already out of earshot just to catch up with the pharmacy.
Tim's House
George brought them back after they collected the drugs and they happily appreciated him, “Thank you, Sergeant, for the ride.”
“It is my pleasure.”
“How do we get our bags from the clunker?”
“I will get Collins for that,” he promised and moved.
“The boss had taken them upstairs,” Collins, who was coming out to receive them, announced.
“Oh! Thank you,” they greeted and went upstairs.
Tim was looking at their phones as they thought, but he had installed the phone locator App.
“Welcome back.”
“Thank you, Brother-in-law.”
“How did it go?”
“It went well.”
“The doctor gave us some prescriptions.”
“That's good. Your phones are ready to be used.”
“That is good. Thank you, Brother-in-law,” Gerald appreciated and picked up the phone from the table.
Samuel did the same and tried to call him but could not find his number.
“I can't find any of my contacts,” he informed him.
“Yes, because you have a new SIM card.”
“I see. I have to get your contact from the old phone,” he requested but Tim dissuaded him because he did not want them to have their parents' contacts anymore. That was his paramount reason for changing their phones and SIM cards.
“I can call out my contact for you,” he volunteered and did.
After they got his number, they dialed it one after the other and he got their contacts too. Likewise, he gathered their phones and asked, “I believe that you don't have any need for the old phone?”
“Not at all,” they responded in unison.
“Good,” he said and kept them aside.
“Apart from my birthday, I will never forget this day,” Samuel pointed out and they laughed aloud.
“Reminds me again. When is your birthday, Samuel?” Tim asked.
“Three months from now,” he stated.
“That is good. How will you want to mark it?” He asked and prayed that he would not mention his family.
To his delight, the prayer was answered.
“I would like to celebrate with my friends at Rakaia.”
Tim was thrilled and assented, “They will be happy to see you.”
“That is good. Fabian will be happy. I wish he could leave that place,” Gerald wished.
Tim took all their expectations to heart and was happy.
“We will plan towards it. You can rest and prepare for dinner.”
“Thank you, Brother-in-law,” they appreciated him and carried their bags to their room.
Afterward, he rested his head on the headrest of the couch, placed his legs on the center table, and smiled satisfactorily.
“You killed my baby. Poaching of your brothers is not an offense,” he declared triumphantly.
The Next Day
George left for work while Tim and the boys were at home. As he requested on the day of his decoration, he was occupied with the erection of a cenotaph to commemorate the soldiers who died in the last war. He called the Head of State, and he invited him to his office.
“It is all right, Your Excellency. I will be with you shortly.”
He dressed up in mufti and walked to the boys' room.
“Hello, boys,” he greeted after he opened the door.
They looked up from their books and saw him neatly dressed.
“Wow!” They exclaimed while admiring him.
“I am going out. I will be back soon,” he informed them.
“It's all right.”
“Goodbye.”
He left and they looked at each other in amazement.
“Brother-in-law is finer than before,” Samuel pointed out.
“Less than two weeks after the divorce, he has gained weight,” Gerald remarked.
“It baffles me, too.”

The Head of State's Office.
“Good morning, Sir,” the Secretary greeted Tim like a civilian.
“Good morning, Secretary,” he responded cheerfully and requested, “Kindly let His Excellency know that I'm around. My name is Tim.”
She gave him a questioning look and asked, “Is he expecting …”
She was interrupted by a ding from her intercom and she answered at once.
“Hello, Your Excellency.”
“Let the visitor in at once,” he requested.
“Okay, Your Excellency,” she answered and faced Tim.
“You can see him, Sir.”
“Okay. Thank you for the gesture,” Tim said.
He moved while the secretary looked at him and wondered who he was.
“Sit down. Kay will be here soon.”
“Okay, Your Excellency,” he accepted and sat down.
A few minutes later, the Second in Command walked in and Tim saluted him accordingly.
“He is here to discuss the cenotaph. Which part of the city do you think is appropriate?”
The Second in Command thought for a while and faced Tim.
“Kindly let us hear what you have in mind. We can build on that.”
“You are right, Kay. Let's hear your plans, Tim.”
“Thank you, Your Excellencies. I plan to erect a monument in the heart of Canterbury in commemoration of the soldiers who died in the war and to support their families.”
“You have said it before. Will the City Center be appropriate?” Kay asked.
Tim shook his head in disapproval and stated, “The City Center will be too congested for what I have in mind. I propose that we use the suburban.”
“Isn't that too undeveloped?” Kay asked.
“The essence is to develop the suburban. Apart from the monument, we will also build low-cost houses for the families of the late soldiers.”
“That is interesting. How many soldiers are we talking about,” the Second in Command asked.
“In addition to that, how many of them were married and left families behind?” The Head of State asked.