Rated PG
© 1999 Tracy Boardman @ daz@scuby.freeserve.co.uk
based on some characters and situations originated
by James Cameron
Lovejoy walked over towards the park was. He
felt hot and uncomfortable walking in his suit in the hot sunshine. He approached
the park where the artists were gathered and looked disdainfully at them. He
considered them to be no more than vagabonds, certainly beneath him. He wandered
round, looking for the blonde man that Colonel Brandon had mentioned. He spotted
a man with blonde hair and went over. As he approached he realized it was the
same man that had brought the parcel to the kitchen door.
The blonde man had just sold a couple of drawings
and was engrossed in conversation with the purchaser. Lovejoy walked around
and looked at the drawings. He knew nothing about art, but they seemed good.
The blonde man finished with his sale and came over.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"No I'm just looking thank you. What's you
name may I ask?"
"Jack Dawson." Jack stuck his hand
out but Lovejoy didn't take it. Jack looked at him. He seemed rather straight
and stiff and out of place here.
"Are you new here, Jack"
"Yes sir I am fairly new" Jack watched
him look at his drawings. He was merely glancing over them, not looking at them
as interested person would. He felt slightly uneasy.
"So, are you an artist or a collector?"
Jack decided to try a conversation to see if he could work the man work.
"Neither really." The man seemed disinterested.
Jack was puzzled.
"A friend recommended that I come down here
and have a look."
"May I ask who that was?"
"Mrs. Hockley. I believe you two have met."
"Yes sir, we have. She has purchased some
of my work." Jack was now feeling very uneasy and put his guard up.
"Hmm, very well." Lovejoy said this
more to himself than Jack.
"Well I'll be off then." Lovejoy looked
thoughtfully at Jack and turned and left.
Jack couldn't work it out. Who was this guy?
And what did he want?
Jack watched him walk away. He'd mentioned Rose.
Jack hoped she wasn't in any trouble.
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