TImmy: the Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 1: Brotherhood of Man By the time Robert was 24, he was already ordained. For the next 25 years he spent weekends at a retreat in New York State and came back to Bergen County on crisp Sunday evenings. Such a beautiful drive gave the graying priest time to plan tall the Church's events for the coming week. It was an escape that Robert cherished dearly, and it never seemed to last as long as it should Growing up under strict Catholic doctrine gave Robert little to look forward to. He was dedicated, at least it appeared this way through the course of his actions. Most certainly Robert was a handsome young man, with curly orange locks he would flirt with all the Girls at school. These relationships would all but die upon arriving into the confines of his father's house. He knew he missed something in life, he knew he did. In the summer of 82 , the 1st Baptist church of Wyckoff New Jersey had some horrible copper pipes, and the community had little interest in fixing them. He spent evenings fixing them with ancient tools emerging from the basement covered in a permanent red mess. This was 13 years ago; his piers, his followers and even the janitors still call him Rusty. Like a cavernous hall, the word Rusty echoed throughout his head without mercy. This agitated Robert beyond control, yet he knew these kind souls meant no ill will in their greetings. In fact, it could be said of the opposite. Regardless, it still drove him up the walls; and from time to time he thought of telling some one to stop or even of moving away. His faith kept him silent., and his devotion kept him sedentary. His anger subsided in the company of the Smith family; he especially enjoyed his weekly visits to their modest yet well kept two story house on Washington Ave. Mrs Smith would cook magnificent pot roasts, rich and juicy. Mr Smith (also named Robert) would scrape together a devilishly delightful clam dip. Some say it was the best on the east coast, but Father Robert knew different. On these weekly meetings, the good father would guide and direct the Smith family. You see, the Smith family had a little child named Timmy; at seven he was rambunctious and at 9 he was mischievous. At 10 he was downright nasty, & showing no signs of subsiding. Father Robert's expert advice seemed to help, but for the most part both parties just grew to enjoy each others' company. (Added 11/3) Chapter Select: Intro | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 ____________________________________ © Heccubus 2000 | by Stuck In the Fire, Inc