Читать книгу The Rassi - Sherman E Hister - Страница 6

What came to his mind was he knew an hour would give him enough time to go see Charles Haskins. The

Rassi jogs to the jewel shop then walks off his run before going in.

Upon entering he is welcomed by the owner Mr. Haskins. “How are you? Did you run here?”

“I’m fine thanks, how are you? And yes I did.”

Charles Haskins looks back at what he’s doing under a green visor. “Do you not have a car friend?” Charles is making some finishing touches on a piece under the light of a lamp. Finto catches his breath lying flat on his back to rest on the carpet of the shop. Short of breath, Finto responds, “Not today sir.” Once the Rassi is back to himself he makes his way over to the shop owner. “Wow that’s nice.”

The store owner looks up and says, “Why thank you, Finto Negrassi. Your piece deserves the same praise. I’ll show it to you in a moment. Going back to his business at hand. Fin decides to have a look around at the other jewelry.

“Come see Mr. Finto, I want to show you the parts I have chosen for the ring.” Mr. Haskins locates a small bag, and brings it back to the table. Gesturing towards the second chair the Rassi obliges saying “Thank you” then sitting to look at the bags components. Charles Haskins undoes the drawstring, and empties out the bag turning it upside down. Each piece wrapped in its own shred of cloth. Mr. Haskins undoes each one, and spaces them apart as a prelude to the final work of his craft. First surrounding four diamonds, equal in size, around the pearl, then places the silver body of the ring near their design.

The Rassi is overjoyed by his fellow’s work. “Sensational… that’s how I would have pictured it. Do you mind if I take a look?”

Charles postures a hand towards the ring’s features exclaiming, “Please do as you like.”

Finto looks over each piece carefully one at a time smiling with amazement. Finto shakes hands with Mr. Haskins, and explains he must go. This is so he can return to Jules’ in time to cool down before she gets home.

Jules enters the house with her purchases kissing Fin then rushing to the bathroom. Finto puts away what was brought in before Jules returns to the kitchen.

“All ready to go?” She asks.

Finto shortens his reply, “Ready when... ” Jules smiles. “I guess so.”

They leave for the door, and off they go in Jules’ car.

Making their way out of the city toward the farm was always enjoyed. Exiting off the main highway is very relaxing as they turn on the familiar stretch of road that takes them towards the farm. After the next few turns they take the raised drive into large overhanging trees that shade the passengers

until they wind out toward the unusual home they call the farm. Jules pulls up in front of the fair shelter. They get out, and notice dark clouds on the horizon way off in the distance.

“Is it supposed to rain today?” the Rassi asks.

“I don’t know does it look like it’s coming our way?”

They watch the clouds for any movement then lose interest when the Rassi said, “I guess we’ll know if it is.” After they observe the dark clouds Fin digs in his pockets for his keys, the door is unlocked, and they go inside.

Lunch is eaten then Fin goes to check the mail. Since the mailbox is all the way at the end of the drive, Fin usually takes a gas-powered cart he uses for inspecting the section of land he owns. Fin hadn’t been training the past few days, and decides to run to the end of the drive. When he reaches the mailbox he opens it up finding a single envelope that is addressed from the federal court house. This seemed odd to Fin because he hadn’t worked for them for some time. He goes ahead and opens the envelope. When pulling the contents from the envelope he realizes this was not a normal document he is use to receiving. It was a court summons saying he illegally transported a foreign object. When Finto read the name Drexel Sprine he knew why he received a court notice. He just wanted to know how Drexel Sprine found out. Also can what he did be deemed illegal? More importantly he has to figure out a way to keep this from Jules until the ring is finished. Fin reads the last line reading: Please note the contents of this notice are a serious matter, and should not be taken without complete consideration. Fin laughs smiling at the pathetic attempt. He shoves the letter back into the envelope, folds it four times, crams it into his back pocket, and heads back to the house. Jogging swiftly on the road he notices the grass. It was obvious to Fin that weeds were filling the field in front of the house. Still jogging he makes a mental note of the project aiming his direction towards the house. Getting to the front door he takes time to cooldown, and breathe out the run. He enters the house making his destination the kitchen. Jules was picking at grapes she had just washed, and reading the latest issue of a magazine. “Any mail?” she says.

“Nothing important. Would you like to join me for a swim?”

Jules eyes Finto suspiciously then says, “Sure why not. I’m guessing when you change into your suit you’ll get rid of whatever is scrunched in your back pocket, right?” Grabbing one last grape she gets up from the area she was sitting to go get her own suit on leaving Mr. Negrassi speechless. As soon as she is in another room Finto makes his way to his office, and leaves the court notice under key and lock in his desk drawer. Realizing his suit from the other evening was lying over the back of a chair he changes in the office before going back outside. Meeting Jules at the door they exit the house walking out onto the patio towards the pool.

Jokingly pushing one another, they get to poolside and both jump in. After some horsing around Jules floats over to the underwater steps to do up her do while the Rassi starts some laps. One fact about the Rassi, he never misses an opportunity to exercise. He’ll say when asked, “I love to keep the blood pumping.” Fin knows that if he is always training off and on throughout each day he will always be able to go play his sports. Fin football’s on the team in the city, but this isn’t the only sport or season he trains for. Fin is renowned for his uncanny athletic sense. People have compared Finto to a hunting tiger when he sports. This has been said since he started playing.

Fin ignores this comparison. He knows why he moves the way he does, but has always kept it his own. Finto had a unique and unusual encounter at a small age. This experience was kept hidden by the Rassi because he knows others wouldn’t believe him.

Jules watches Finto go back and forth so many times she decides to interfere. The last turn away from her, she decides to lunge forward and tug on the Rassi’s shorts. Repelling the attack by spreading his legs and pulling his shorts back up, Fin is after Jules as soon as he identifies his assailant. She makes it to the steps before he can land a hand. He follows her to the towels before wrapping her up in his arms. They dry off, but both don’t go inside. Jules makes her way inside while Fin decides to go back to the front of the house to comb through the field. He does this with a particular sense of good grass and bad grass. The bad grass being weeds are to be removed so they do not interrupt the growth of the Bermuda.

Finto makes sure the grass, and all the trees on his land are in good shape. He uses these natural resources to keep himself healthy. The Rassi runs on the grass to keep his legs strong and lungs open. This allows him to play sports year after year. He practices his footballing in bare feet, so it is essential the grass doesn’t have any weeds he could step on. Finto usually runs barefoot as well. When the summer is hot the Rassi will take breaks under the shade of a tree to cool off and recoup so he can keep training. He enjoys training as much as he enjoys playing a sport, going on adventures, and of course being with Jules.

Finto walks around toward the wide-open field in the front of his house. He says it’s his figuring time. He figures out all his thinking. Going to the front he checks the places that need more attention. When Finto pulls weeds he makes sure to get to the bottom of the root. He does this by pinching the bottom of the weed closest to the ground, and pulling straight up. Working his fingers through the grass he favors, Fin makes sure he always pulls the weed he is after. He will do this for countless hours, and has the calluses on his fingers to prove it. The Rassi pulls for several minutes leaving small piles of weeds as he goes. Starting to sweat heavily due to the hot sun Finto stops a moment to wipe his brow, and to take a look around. He looks over to his left then back to the right catching the silhouette of a four-legged animal. Finto squints his eyes to zero in on the species. Was it a deer? Was it…? Yes it is, it’s a dog. Fin whistles to the animal, but the canine keeps a steady stance and looks directly at Fin; never blinking, never panting.

The Rassi loses interest, and gets back to pulling. After another pile of weeds is complete, Fin looks back up from the ground in the dog’s direction. Finto notices the dog walked closer, and was laying down in the field half the distance from its original stance on the tree line. Being closer, the Rassi was able to make out the dog’s color. Black on top, tan on bottom, with tall ears and a distinct calm focus in its eyes, the Rassi realizes saying, “That’s the German shepherd.”