Jimmy Boudreaux (c6h12o6) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-04-22 05:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, jimmy boudreaux |
WHO: Jimmy and Amos Boudreaux
WHAT: A phone call home about solitary, babies, and the Youtube
WHEN: Monday morning, April 22 (Australia) --> Sunday evening, April 21 (Louisiana)
WHERE: From Room 7b
WARNINGS: Language
STATUS: Complete
The phone rang four times and he was beginning to think that maybe Amos wouldn’t pick up. Part of him was relieved that he could avoid talking to his brother. However, the rest of him was glad when on the fifth ring, Amos’ familiar ‘Ayuh’ was on the other end of the line. “Hey, Amos.” “Tater! Is you rilly okay?” He’d sent his brother an email Friday night , but it hadn’t said much more than the fact that he was out of solitary. “’m a’ight. Mean, it…it weren’t real fun or nothin’, but ‘m okay.” “Stop bullshittin’ me, Jim. They’s had ya locked up fer more’n two days. And Leigh said ya could on’y have one two minute visit. And I ain’t sorry fer emailin’ her neither. We was worried.” “Ya mean ya was worried,” Jimmy said with a short laugh and a shake of his head. “’s okay, Amos. Don’ mind that ya emailed her. She don’ neither. So long as it ain’t ‘cause I won’ tell ya nothin’.” Which was part of the reason he’d called his brother. So there wouldn’t be any follow up emails asking after Jimmy. “No, we was all worried. Rex was ready to akshally call Leigh and then prolly call, well, I dunno who he were ready to call. But he were all fired up.” Jimmy rolled his eyes. “He jus’ wanted to talk to Leigh is all. He jus’ - ” “No. He were rilly worried bout you.” There was a long pause. “Me and him is gonna make one a’ ‘em videos. Ya know, on the YouTube. Bout ya and what’s goin’ on at that school a’ yers.” “WHAT?” Jimmy shouted into the phone. “No, ya ain’t. Neither a’ ya. Don’ need to make yerselves targets. It ain’t no big deal. I tol’ ya, I’m fine.” “We is,” Amos replied, his tone indicating that he’d made up his mind. “What’s Daddy got to say bout that? And Mama? What bout Anna? For Christ sake, Amos, ya is havin’ a baby. Ya think bout that? Bout the trouble somethin’ like that could make?” “Don’ rilly matter what none a’ ‘em thinks. But Anna is okay wit’ it. Wanna be able to lookit our son and tell him that sometimes ya gotta stand up fer what is right. Even if it makes trouble for ya. Tha’s bein a man.” Jimmy was ready to argue, ready to make his brother see reason on this, but… “Son? Ya found out? ‘m gonna have a nephew?” Amos laughed. “Naw, ain’t found out. Jus’…c’mon, Tater, when the last time any Boudreaux had a baby girl? We havin’ a son. No doubt bout it.” His brother had a point. There hadn’t been a Boudreaux daughter in at least six generations. “Amos,” Jimmy said quietly. “I ‘preciate that you and Rex” – and that was a helluva surprise to Jimmy – “wanna do this. Rilly I do. But if somethin’ was to happen to ya, I - ” His brother interrupted him. “Jim, ya is our brother. We a’ways got yer back. What they did, it ain’t right. No matter what happened, or if ya hit somebody, or what, ya wouldn’t get thrown into no jail cell wit’out no other peoples like that back here. Ya know that. Me and Rex gotta do this. Spect ya’d do the same fer either a’ us. Or fer yer nephew, Uncle Taterhead.” He knew it was true. He’d stand up for his brothers if the situation was reversed. And this baby that Amos and Anna was having, well, he could be a Vol too. Nobody seemed to understand where the Vols came from. Might be more than a goodly chance that the relative of a Vol would turn out to be one too. “I ain’t gonna be Uncle Taterhead!” he protested, giving up on the other thing at least for the moment. He frowned. “Leigh tell ya bout that?” Amos laughed. “Knew I liked that girl fer a reason. But naw, ain’t her.” His tone turned more serious. “Look, ya don’ hafta talk to me bout how you is. But…ya talkin’ to somebody, ain’t ya? That counselor a’ yers?” “Don’ know if I wanna talk to him.” Before his brother could argue, he added, “Not ‘cause ‘m tryin’ not to talk bout it. Jus’…he works for IVI, Amos, he ain’t work for me.” Jimmy wasn’t sure what to think about IVI, not after what had happened on Wednesday. “Reckon that makes sense. Jus’ make sure ya ain’t keepin’ it all bottled up inside. Tha’s all. Di’nt work out too well fer ya las’ time.” Jimmy nodded. “I know. And I’ll talk to somebody. Promise.” He paused. “Don’ s’pose I can talk ya outta this harebrained video idear.” “Nope.” He sighed. “Jus’ be careful, a’ight?” “A’ways am, Tater.” Another chuckle from Amos’ end of the line. “Hopefully ya cain say the same. Still don’ need no lil taterheads yet.” “Thanks fer callin’, Amos. Prolly oughta go.” “C’mon, Jim, ya know I’s jus’ joshin’.” “Well, don’ go sayin’ shit like that to Leigh.” His voice hardened a bit. “Agin.” “Naw, gotta keep on her good side. Case I need to check up on ya.” A pause. “Agin.” Jimmy could hear the grin in Amos’ voice though. “She rilly cares bout ya.” “I know.” “And ya care bout her.” It wasn’t a question. “Yeah, I do.” “Jus’ make sure she knows that, a’ight?” Before Jimmy could respond, Amos went on. “Prolly oughta let ya go now. Take care. Keep an eye on the Youtube fer me and Rex.” |