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The curtain falls (Wolvenrogue and Loniesong)

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Jeremy had been driving for nearly nine hours through the Smokey Mountains that day and as the afternoon sun began to slip behind the mountains on the oposite side of the huge valley of green, he looked out at the crystal blue evening sky in the distance. The color was so beautiful, so Jeremy could not help but frown when a dirty grey storm cloud appeared in the southwestern sky. Oddly though it did not appear to be casting a shadow as such storms usually did as they crossed the valley. He scanned the horizon and oddly , the storm seemed to follow his gaze. Puzzled, he pulled the car off the car off the side of the road, and looked around. As he looked down into the car, the cloud moved inside. To his horror, Jeremy realized that his vision was darkening and a grey haze was slowly falling across his eyes like a curtain.

Fumbling around, he found his cell phone and quickly dialed his daughter's number. He didn't know who else to call, and he knew tha soon he would not be able to call anyone. He listened almost frantically as the phone rang in his ear. He hoped, that just this once that the girl would answer. As he waited as the curtain slowly decended below the dash of the car and he slowly slipped into a grey fog through which he could see nothing but a dim glow without form or focus.
 
Bella was in her home. She was contemplating the thick mass before her. It just needed something. Looking at the long list of letters in front her, she drummed her fingers on the board. The words were in her handwriting, sure, but it was missing something. The batter was missing.... ohh it was coming...it was missing just a bit of.... tip of her tongue....yes yes yess it was coming....

BUZZZ....BUZZZ.... Then the dulcet tones of Love and Marriage by Frank Sinatra. She groaned. Without looking at who it was, she tapped the answer button thinking it was a client wondering how her wedding cake was coming along.

"Look Angela, Your cake will be done by tomorrow, I promise. Your maid of honor might be freaking out and reading her tarot cards but I will not fall through." She rubbed her face and tasted the whisk again as she pressed her back against the granite board again and looked at the ceiling of her white kitchen wondering what was bothering the bride to be not realizing it was her estranged father that she hadn't talked to for the greater part of ten years.
 
"Hey...Hello!....Uh Hello? ...Hey!!!!!!! who are you talking to ? This is your Dad.... remember??? You know Jeremy Stills. " He paused a few more seconds waiting for her to recognize who was on the phone. " hey look! its your peice of shit father! I know you probably don't care but I'm in real trouble. I need help!" he waited again while she plattered on about cake. "Dammit!!!!! " he almost hung up before taking a deep breath before attempting to calm down and try a again. "Bella, this is your Dad. I have suddenly gone completely blind, and I'm stuck on the road in the Smokey Mountains. Can you come get me?
 
"Oh....hi." She swallowed. Well fuck, she couldn't hang up. The one time she didn't look at the caller ID, her father gets through her guard. She put the whisk into the sink and frowned. When he said he was in trouble, she rolled her eyes thinking he needed money help. "Look dad, I am not giving you any money. I am not a kid anymore." She growled out. But then he said he was blind and then felt the rug being pulled out from underneath her. Tears filled her eyes. She shut her eyes tightly. She steadied her voice so he wouldn't hear.

"What was the last thing you saw?" She swallowed hard. "Where were you going?" She rubbed her forehead. Tears rolled down her face.
 
"Oh thank God! I was afraid you were going to hang up! The last thing I saw was a smokey mountain sunset. Then the curtains came down over my eyes and I had to stop the car. 'm sitting here on highway 60, the last mile post I saw was 137. I can't see to drive. It will be getting dark soon, not that it will matter to me. Can you come and get me?"

He waited for her answer and prayed that she wouldn't remember his last words to his daughter. They hadn't been kind and they hadn't spoken since. If she didn't come after him, he'd probably end up in jail.
 
She had remembered, but she didn't care. She had to get to him. She swallowed and bit her lips. She didn't live too far. She nodded. "Yea, I will come and get you, don't worry, I will be there as soon as I can." She sighed and hung up and then added a few drops of vanilla to the batter and called an Uber and then waited for the car..

When the car came, she told him where her dads car was and they were off.

Soon she got out seeing the car and she approached gently. "Dad?"
 
He jumped at the sound of her voice. He hadn't been able to see her approach. "Bella! is that you? Please tell me that is you." He looked around out of habit but it was a futile exercise. All he saw was a dark haze. growing darker now that the sun had set. "Where are you? " he waited hoping she would touch him and some how confirm she was there. "I hoped you were coming. Can you take me to your house? Please tell me I'm forgiven for last March. I was stupid."
 
She reached out and grabbed his hand before her mind could totally recoil at the simple thought. She took his hand. "Dad it is ok, I am here. I am going to go pay for my cab fare and then I am going to come back and help you to the passenger side and then we will go home alright? But first are you ok?" She looked at him and frowned.

"Shut up about what happened about March, we will talk about that later, but now are you ok?" She wanted to shake him.
 
"OK?.. I guess so... I mean I'm not hurt, but I can't see a thing. It just disappeared in the space of 5 minutes. It was like a grey curtain fell across my eyes. Go pay your fare, I can wait". He waited for her to return. He wished he had gone to see her, hat the last look on her face hadn't been filled with hurt. He heard the cab pull away and then heard her footsteps approach the car and open the door. Next, he felt her take him by the hand and lead him around the car. there was the sound of the door and he was helped in and the door shut. Next her heard her sink into the drivers seat, the door shut, and the car crank to a start.

"Thank you for coming to get me" he said. "Its better than I deserve".
 
She helped him to his spot and then drove him to her house. She bit her lip looking ahead. She wondered what could have happened that could make him go blinde so fast. "Um, so, why were you down here dad?" She asked. She was trying to make small talk as she was driving her way to the house. She bit her lip. This was way too awkward for her.
 
"I just got tired of the city. Chicago is nice and all but I hadn't seen anything bigger than a hill in 9 months and so I headed to the smokies. I was just starting to enjoy when it all went dark. Can I at least touch you? I feel like I'm talking on the phone." Hoping it was ok he reached over to where he knew she must be and found her right thigh and rested his hand on the soft flesh below her skirt. He was surprised at first assuming that she would be wearing jeans. He almost removed his hand, but then just said, "I hope that is ok. It feels so good to have connection with you again." He gently rubbed the soft flesh of her thigh it felt warm and soft, and it made him smile.
 
She blushed as his hand landed on her leg but she didn't move it. SHe understood how scary it must be to be in a world of darkness. She swallowed and then looked ahead.

"Yea, I understand." She continued to drive and soon they made it to her home. She parked in her garage next to her van. She got out and went around to the side of his car and helped him out and helped him up the stairs telling him where each one was.

"Are you hungry? I was about to start dinner." She said. Her whole house smelt like a bakery. A high end bakery where everything had its own flavor and somehow reminded you of home even though it had a french name.
 
"Yes, actually I'm famished. I had been driving all day. I was about to stop for dinner when the lights went out. so to speak" When she led him to the couch, he followed her instructions and sat down. He listened intently to every sound trying to fathom what was going on.

He could hear the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen over their conversation as he sat in the den which was really in the same big room. He tried to map things out based on what he heard. He heard a zipper and the rustle of cloth and he wondered what might have caused it. It didn't seem to fit with the other activities.
 
She lead him to the dining room which was shared with the kitchen. She sat him down at a large comfortable table that she usually ate at alone. She smiled and looked at him. "What do you want to eat?" She could smell her wedding cake baking and looked in on it seeing it still had a few minutes to go before she could set it out to cool. She put her hands on her hips.

Moving over she looked at her well stocked pantry and looked around. She put on an apron, She opened up a recipe book that had a zipper cosure around it and looked up at him.
 
"Any chance I can have bacon and eggs?" he proffered. You always made the best over easy eggs I'd ever eaten. And if you have some of your homemade bread, you old dad would be in heaven. " He could smell the cake baking and he could smell her shampoo. This was all new to him. Smells had never meant much but now they were an intense experience. "could you come over here? I just want to breath you in. You smell so good. I can tell from here." He smiled hoping she would see it but having no idea if she did.
 
"Sure. I mean, I am pretty sure I have some bacon." She walked over and got the loaf of home made bread that she always kept fresh. She walked back to the table where she kept the butter keeper and stood next to him and buttered some bread and put some ona plate for him.

"Here I can toast some if you want." She said gently." She blushed as he commented on her smell. She smelt of batter and vanilla and icing. She had a child tell her she smelled of a cookie once. But she wasn't sure if that was true. She washed with a lavender amber soap she got from a friend.
 
"Toast would be amazing! Do you still make your own Marmalade? Its been so long. Even though blind he could see the pieces of orange and apricot suspended in the amber colored jam. Spread on toast it was pure heaven, especially when the bread was fresh baked. Hearing her walk near him to get the bread, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her as she passed. As he pulled her body against his he realized that his memory would not serve him well when it came to his little girl. Behind the apron was the body of a grown woman, and an attractive one at that The lavender in her hair was intoxicating, and he just held on to her for a moment. "My god, you are all grown up!"
 
"Yes I make jams too." She set the toast in front of him that had the marmalade smeared on top but he had grabbed her and pressed his face into the soft flesh above her breast between her foe age where she was warmest and her scent was strongest. She wrapped her arms around him and gently rubbed his back.

"It's ok...". She tried to soothe him.
 
Having her return the embrace so warmly and hold him to her was a surprise, but a welcome one. It had been quite a while since he felt the warmth and softness of a woman. When he had last hugged her she had still been a girl, and a thin one at that. Now her body was softer and far more feminine. The scent of her soap accentuating the sensual , soft feel that her embrace communicated. he wondered for a moment if she was smiling or crying, and being unable to see , he gently placed his hand on her cheek, and probed her expression with his fingers. Feeling a smile, he returned one to him.. It felt so good, he just held her for several minutes before saying,"Do you have any idea how much I've missed you? "
 
She sighed and looked at him. She wanted to dispute that no he didn't but kept quiet. She just kept stroking his back and then pulled away to finish his food and then placed a plate before him and smiled and then sat beside him and waited and watched him and canted her head.
 
He could smell the bacon, eggs and toast, but suddenly he reakized this wasn't going to be so easy. He fumbled around looking for a fork and only managed to push it onto the floor. Frustrated he leaned down to get it and managed fall onto the floor, and could find neither the fork or the chair. He got on his hands and knees and after some fumbling around finally managed to at least find the chair. Embarrased and defeated he just sat there a moment. " I guess I'm now an invalid" he finally muttered softly under his breath as he looked for the plate on the table with his hands hoping not to ssend it to the floor with the fork.
 
She saw he was having problems. She helped him back to his chair. She told him to be quiet as the sense of defeat washed over her. "You just don't know my lay out yet." She said simply. She set out a new fork and knife and guided his hands to it. She then waited for his hands to take a hold of them and moved his hands over the area of the plate slowly. Then to the areas of each of the food items.

Then she cleaned up the fork and everything on the floor and then took in a slow breath and shut her eyes and went to the sink to clean everything.
 
Jeremy was a bit embarrassed, but hunger and the smell of the smell of good food soon over-rode such concerns. He quickly realised that eating eggs with a fork was a lost cause and asked fro another piece of dry toast. "Could you put the eggs on top?" he asked. Eating wsas messy and Jeremy had know idea that he was wearing half his breakfast, when he finished with a satisfied grin. "He wanted to watch TV, but quickly realized that would not be fruitful. "You still have my old guitar?" he asked.
 
"No you took all of your things with you when you left." She said with a bitterness she said as she was cleaning. She walked around and then helped him stand up and guided him to a guest room on the first floor helping him take off his shirt and left and soon came back with a wet wash cloth and helped him clean his face and hands and looked down frowning remembering how he left with no explanation or telling her what was happening.
 
"This isn't going to be easy. I treated you like shit and now I need you." He looked down instinctively, but he realized immediately it wasn"t necessary. "you should probably kick me to the curb. That's what I deserve" He giggled a bit as she washed his neck and chest. " thats um nice of you to take care of me."
 
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