Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 17:21:36 -0800 (PST)
From: E Walk <cane_lane_candy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tip and Ty Chapter 30

Tip and Ty
By E Walk
(Copyrighted by the author)
Edited By Radio Rancher

Chapter 30 - What To Do Next?

This is Tip.

When I got home, everything was ready for dinner.  Mark had everything
under control; he had even found time to take the children to the park even
though he had volunteered at the school in Billy's classroom and had gone
to the grocery store.  I was beginning to think that he was superman.

It was 5:45 when Ty walked in.  Mark looked at the two us, "Go get changed
into something more comfortable than the ties.  There isn't any time to
play around.  Bobby will answer the door when the guests arrive.  Now get
moving."

Ty and I quickly changed into casual clothes and just as we were going down
the stairs, the five guests arrived, Ty made the introductions, since he
was the only person who knew everyone. I only knew Mrs. Quinn and Mark had
never met Pam Burns.  Mark fixed us cocktails and we were sitting, visiting
while Mark pulled everything together in the kitchen.

It was precisely 6:30 when Mark announced, "Dinner is now being served in
the dining room."

Everyone moved to the dining room and Bobby helped Grandma Quinn get
seated.  Mark had made a special cold soup that looked like it was a milk
shake and nice Jello aspic salad with carrots in orange Jello.  Dinner was
a pot roast that was so tender it fell apart and vegetables that had a
wonderful texture and flavor.

Mr. Jenkins looked at Mark, "Mark, do you always do everything just right?
Do you ever go to bed?"

Bobby looked at Mr. Jenkins, "Sir, I am sure Nano doesn't do everything
perfectly, but he sure tries.  If no one is here, he goes to bed when we do
after he reads to us and talks to Uncle Zack."

Mark deflected any further talk.  "Come on, my young helpers, we need to
take care of the mess I made while your Dad talks business with our
guests."

I watched as the four children each had specific things that they were
responsible for.  I was surprised when Mrs. Quinn got up to go help, so I
thought that perhaps I should go also.  Ty looked at me, "Tip, please
stay."

Why did Ty want me to stay?  I am not a lawyer or at all into legal
matters.  Ty began, "I have asked Mr. Jenkins to become an associate, and
work when he can.  He has made it very clear that he chooses not to work
full time and that the decision was up to what Mrs. Jenkins thought."

Mrs. Jenkins looked at Ty. "First, my name is Meg, and second, I think it
would be good for Richard to get out of the house each day.  I just don't
want him working full time.  If we decide to take a trip, then I want him
to be able to leave with no strings attached so that we can enjoy
ourselves."

"Mrs. Jenkins, I am sorry, I can't call you Meg because of my upbringing.
Your husband made it very clear that he did not want to work full time.  I
might, however, ask him to do things which he would be able he work on at
home, if he has time."

Ty turned his attention to Pam, "Pam, I would like for you to become a full
time associate.  I am not prepared to discuss a compensation package just
yet, since this is happening so fast.  Quite frankly people, I am
overwhelmed by how fast everything is moving.  I need to take some time to
analyze what has and is still happening.  As Phillip knows, I have another
big case coming up shortly.  Pam, why don't you meet me and Judge Jenkins
in my office at nine in the morning, and we can discuss how to proceed."

We could hear young voices in the kitchen.  Ty's four children were dressed
in their pajamas when they came in to say goodnight to everyone.  Mark took
them to their bedrooms and tucked them in.  When he returned, he looked at
Ty and me, "Tip and Ty, you need to go say good night to the children."

When Ty and I returned, Mark was regaling the guests with his story of how
he met Philip in the supermarket.  When we were all present, Mark spoke,
"Would you all please adjourn to the dining room?  Dessert awaits."

He had fixed a hot apple cobbler and served it with vanilla ice cream.

Philip looked at Mark, "Nano Mark, we'll be here every night for dinner.
You have got to be one of the most organized people I know."

The discussion was interrupted by the phone.  Mark went to answer it.  Mark
brought the phone and switched the speaker on.  "Philip and Pam, this is
the third brother of this group, he is the bright one.  He hasn't even
finished his master's degree, and already has a job."

Mrs. Quinn and the Jenkins said, "Good evening, Zack."

Mark didn't waste any time, "Grandma Quinn, now that the boss has decided
to buy your house, how fast can you be out?"

Everyone was a little taken back by what Mark had done, except for
Mrs. Quinn.  She just rolled with the punches, "I suppose I could be out by
tomorrow afternoon, but if you could give me until Thursday afternoon, it
would be easier."

Mark got up and hugged Mrs. Quinn, "Grandma, take as much time as you like,
but could we have the Bensons stay at the house this weekend?  They are
going to be Zack's employers.  Now, if you will excuse me, I need to talk
about some things with Zack."

Mrs. Quinn needed to get the last word, "You just want to play kissy kissy
on the phone."

When Mark returned, he apologized, "Mrs. Quinn, I am sorry that I was so
flip. That was totally inappropriate."

Mrs. Quinn got up and hugged Mark who was a good eight inches taller than
she was.  "Mark, I was not offended, but the visitation hours just got
extended from two in the afternoon until two in the morning to make sure
that nothing bad is happening to anyone."

Mark was holding Mrs. Quinn laughing and those of us who were not in the
loop had no idea was happening.

Everyone left and Mark went to clean the kitchen and Ty and I went to help
him.  As we were finishing, Ty asked, "What's with the visitation rights?"

Mark explained what happened over the weekend.

I couldn't help myself, "So you are saying we are going to be subjected to
a Peeping Thomasina?"

Mark shook his head, "Whatever, Tip and Ty.  I need to go to bed.  Are we
having more company tomorrow, or what?"

Both Ty and I hugged Mark before he departed.  We both assured him that we
weren't planning any more company.

This is Mark.

I took my shower and crawled into the bed.  It felt so lonely without Zack.
All I could think about was having Zack next to me, but, sadly, that was
not to be.

I was just about asleep when Billy came into the room, "Nano Mark, I don't
feel good."  I had no more than pulled him close to me than Billy started
to throw up.  We were both covered with what was spewing from his mouth.

I took him into the bathroom, put him into the shower, got him cleaned up,
went to get some clean pajamas for him and put him on the chair, while I
changed the bed linens.  I laid him down on the bed and went to take a
shower and get the garbage off of me.  When I came out of the bathroom,
Billy was curled up sound asleep.

I went to Tip and Ty's room and knocked quietly on the door and was told to
enter.  Tip and Ty were lying there with their torsos showing.  That was an
interesting sight, but that was not the reason for my visit.  "Tip and Ty,
Billy just threw up all over us and my bed.  He is sleeping now.  Tip, you
are a doctor, what should we do?"

Before Tip could answer, Ty asked, "Mark, what was in the soup tonight?"

My mind was wheeling, `What was in soup?'  "Ty, I don't understand why you
are worrying about the soup, but I put some strawberries and yogurt in the
blender and mixed them."

"Mark, I should have told you that Billy is extremely allergic to
strawberries.  It never entered my mind to tell you."

I was a little uptight, "Ty, is there anything else that doesn't seem
important that I should know."  I turned around and left to go check on
Billy.  I guess that the best way to express how I felt would be to say
that `I was pissed off, because I hadn't been forewarned.'

I was lying in bed, holding Billy just in case anything else happened.
There was a light knock on the door.  I gently pulled away from Billy and
went to answer and Ty was standing there in just his briefs.  "Mark, I am
so sorry, it never occurred to me to tell you about Billy's allergy.  As
far as I know, there is no one else who is allergic to anything.  Mark, I
know you are angry with me, but please forgive me."

I hugged Ty, "Ty, go back to bed.  I was angry, but I am over it.  It is
not exactly like we have had much time to visit about the children's
special needs.  Now go make sure that Tip is okay."

Ty hugged me and left.  `I'll never be able to get up in the morning.'

This is Ty.

I hope that Mark won't be so upset with us that he would consider leaving.
The children would be heart broken.  He is more a mother to them than their
real mother ever was.  I was feeling a little remorseful because I was
worrying about the business and my personal life more than I was about my
children.  Mark was worrying enough for the two of us, and he still found
time for Zack.

I guess I must have been tossing in bed because Tip woke me, "Ty, what's
wrong.  Please just go to sleep.  We can fix what needs to be fixed in the
morning.  Now get some sleep."

This is Mark.

It seemed like I had just gone to sleep when I felt someone touching me,
"Nano Mark, I'm hungry." I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom and
of course Billy joined me; I put on some sweat clothes and we went down
stairs.  I gave him some cereal to hold him while I started to fix
breakfast.  I sent him back to wake everyone, since no one had appeared.

Everyone finally surfaced and they were fully dressed.  I served everyone
their breakfast and went to get dressed, since I was going be volunteering
in Becky's classroom after I delivered Barbie for her play group.

I announced, "I'll take care of the cleanup after I get the children
delivered."

When I got home with Barbie, the kitchen had been cleaned and everything
had been put away.  I took Barbie to the house where her play group would
be meeting and went to the school to spend my time in Becky`s room.  I
stopped and picked Barbie up, and we had lunch then she took her nap.  I
started the laundry and dinner before I finally sat down.

I was sitting there thinking of everything I needed to do before we moved.
I was startled when the phone rang.  I looked at the clock it was 2:30 I
answered, "This is the Washington, Jefferson and Jackson house.  This is
Mark speaking.  How may I help you?"

"Oh hi, Grandma Leavitt, what's happening. ... Oh, you are coming to Kansas
City to spend the weekend.  Where are you planning to stay? ... You are
going to be staying with some old friends who say they know me and have
eaten at our house twice in the last week. ... That could only be the
Jenkins or Grandma Quinn. ... Oh you know them all.  ... I'll tell you
what; we'll have dinner on Friday, that way Zack can be here too as well as
Beau and Becca.  I'll call The Jenkins and Mrs. Quinn and make the
arrangements. ...  Love you and I am looking forward to visiting with you
both this weekend."

This is Ty.

When I walked into the office, Shawn, Colleen and Clarisse stood and bowed.
Shawn spoke for the group, "Good morning, Your Royal Highness.  Your coffee
and your paper await on your desk."

I couldn't believe what was happening.  They must know something that I
don't know.  "Okay people, what's going on, and why are you acting like
this?"

Clarisse shook her head, "Ty, go in and see for yourself."

I went into my office and the front page of the Local News section was
laying there.  I glanced at the headlines. `Young Lawyer Making A Name For
Himself'.

I quickly read, the opening paragraph, Mr. Tyler Jefferson is making as big
a name for himself in the court room as he did on the football field with
the Kansas City Chiefs.  I have watched him operate in the courtroom three
times in the last two weeks, with three very different kinds of cases.  He
won all three cases for his client.  The one I had the opportunity to
witness yesterday was a true work of art.  Mr. Jefferson not only acted as
the defense attorney, but was the only witness for the defense and was
making everyone tired as he was running in and out of the witness stand. I
am warning you readers.  Don't mess with Mr. Tyler Jefferson.

Shawn was standing there laughing, "Yeah, don't mess with Tyler Jefferson.
Ty, Mr. Jenkins and Mrs. Pam Burns are here to see you.  They said you were
expecting them."

"Thank you Shawn.  Please show them in and ask Clarisse and Colleen to join
us."

Shawn brought Mr. Jenkins and Pam in and started to leave.  I saw him turn
to go, "Shawn, I want you to stay also, please.  Just leave the door open,
so we can see if anyone comes in."

When everyone was seated, I started, "Mr. Jenkins and Pam Burns have agreed
to become associates. They will be starting to work tomorrow.  I know it
will be a little crowded here, but I already have made arrangements to look
for a larger space this weekend.  We are looking into perhaps being
collocated with the Benson Consulting Agency, which my brother Zack will be
managing when he finishes his master's degree."

I held up the paper, "This article could perhaps bring us some additional
business, but it could also bring us some cases that we might not want to
deal with.  Clarisse and Shawn, I want you to be the screening points for
all perspective new clients.  I realize that this is not exactly what you
were hired to do; but if you have any questions, contact Pam's husband,
Philip Burns and ask for his help.  I want to remind everyone that we are
in this business to make enough money to live comfortably.  I would also
like to remind everyone that we are not in this business to take advantage
of the clients."

I looked at Pam, "Pam, I apologize, but I have not had time to think about
the compensation packages for everyone.  Billy became ill during the night
because he was allergic to the strawberries that were in the soup, so it
was a short night.  I'll work on it today."

The phones were ringing and Clarisse, Shawn and Colleen left to answer
them.  I hugged Pam and Mr. Jenkins, "I'm so glad that you will be joining
me.  I think I am going to need all of the help I can get."

It was indeed a busy day.  I was just about to leave when Philip walked
right in and threw his hat on the desk, "Ty, the Lansing case is turning
into a bucket of worms.  Did you know about all of the relationships
between the parties?"

"Philip, yes I know the relationships of the parties, and I have met them
all, except for the former Mrs. Lansing and her husband.  Philip, if you
like Mark, then you would love Lance and Lane.  They are beautiful young
men.  That is why we have to do our best in this case.  I would like to
involve as few people's names as possible, otherwise the press would have a
field day. I want what is best for the boys, and they really want to stay
in Colorado with their father."

Philip looked at me, "Ty, I don't know why you need our help, it sounds
like you know what you want, and will get it.  I guess I will need to hire
some more operatives after the article in the newspaper this morning."

This is Tip.

When I got home, there was a newspaper article taped to the door with some
big letters above it, `WELCOME HOME STAR LAWYER'.

I was reading the article when Ty pulled in, "Oh no, not here too."

Ty took down the paper and we entered the house.  Bobby ran to his Dad,
"Way to go Daddy.  First Uncle Tip makes the headlines, now you are a hero.
Who do you suppose is next?"

Mark looked at us, "You two heroes go change.  Dinner will be ready in 20
minutes."

Ty and I went to change.  We had stripped to our shorts and I embraced him
and started to rub the package in the front of his shorts. "I have an itch
that will need to be taken care of tonight, after we figure out who is
going to be the next hero."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

If you want to read more of this story and other interesting stories, you
might want to visit, www.tickiestories.us.


Editor's Notes:

Well, I think Uncle Ed is the hero.  He constantly brings us new adventures
and happenings. The people he introduces us to in each story and chapter
are completely believable and real. They have entered our lives and become
part of our families.  As is always the case, I can hardly wait for the
next chapter, to find out what will happen next.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher