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In the Family Way
© 2013 by Walter D. Reimer
(Characters courtesy of
Major Matt Mason and 
EOCostello
The story of the duCleds relationship and marriage can be found on the Spontoon Island website, in the following stories:
Inocenta Until Proven Guilty
Valentine's Dazed
The I Do's of March
Art by
TheTiedTigress
______________________________________________
Part 7.
Inocenta:
Pouf!
Inocenta think her Papi be the very proud of his little flan. She has learned well from watching her beloved Papi dueling.
Ole!
Cousin Lucille, she applaud Inocenta, while Cousin Jeffrey look the very pleased. The other two – pouf! – they slink away like they are the weasels, and not the doggies.
Leslie-puppy look like he about to choke, so Inocenta do the patty-pat on his back. He cough and cough! So we go in for Inocenta to see what is wrong, then to clean up.
Leslie-puppy show me around the house, and ay de mi! It is the huge inside! We start in the kitchens, and Inocenta take the great care to thank the cooks for the wonderful dinner and breakfast. They are the very happy that Inocenta thank them for the hard work they are doing. Inocenta know that she is a deer, and cooking for the deers is not the same as cooking for the doggies.
There is long hallway on the second floor, that has pictures of all of Leslie-puppy’s ancestors. We pause at one, that shows Leslie-puppy’s padre and madre. They are Paul and Eunice, and they look very happily at each other in the painting.
Leslie-puppy, he sigh.
“Why does Leslie-puppy sigh?” Inocenta asks.
“I’ll tell you a bit later,” he say.
After touring the casa, Leslie-puppy and his friend Barry take Inocenta to the barn of the cars. Leslie-puppy look the uncomfortable as Barry tell him to drive with the care, but Inocenta know he will.
The automobile he pick is the LaSalle, a very nice automobile that purr like the hungry kittycat. Barry ask that Leslie-puppy no drive it into the river, “Like the last one.”
Leslie-puppy say it a long story, so Inocenta wait until tonight to hear it.
Leslie-puppy insist on the driving himself, which please Inocenta greatly. It is such a fine day, so the automobile have the top down to blow the wind through Inocenta’s headfur!
We drive south and through some very thick woods to get to the place where Leslie-puppy’s family make with the boom-boom stuff, and Inocenta see that the place look not very large. Small buildings made of the stone and concrete, surrounded by high walls. Inocenta ask why.
Her ears droop as Leslie-puppy explain why. Over the years the buildings can explode, so they are kept far apart.
Is muy, muy sensible.
***
Les:
Security’s always been tight at the powder works.
According to my grandfather, a couple Molly Maguires managed to get into the place back in 1875, so security checks were started. They tightened up a lot after the New Haven Revolt in ’31, so no one gets in without a pass.
I’m a member of the Family, so I was told I could go in; Inocenta required a pass and a call to Uncle Pierre. She understood what was at stake and was a lot more patient about it than I would have been.
I recalled seeing photograph identification cards at a couple of places Willow and I visited in Europe, so I made a mental note to see about starting that here. It’ll make things a bit easier.
The place hasn’t changed much since my last tour of the place in ’33, and Cousin Pete greeted us at the main plant. “Hi, Pete!”
“Les.” Pete’s a bit awkward and shy except around chemicals and especially explosives. He personally tests all of our products, and once pulled a prize-winning fish out of the river to show how effective one brand of dynamite was.
Tasty fish, too.
We went for a walk, Pete pointing out various items of machinery before pausing at a heavy steel door. “Do you want to see the magazines?”
“Magazines?” Inocenta echoed. “Inocenta no see any pictures.”
I explained, and she nodded.
Pete passed out felt shoe covers, and a dainty size for Inocenta’s hooves. She started to object until she saw a buck stroll by wearing them, and put them on.
It’s wise to keep the sparks to a minimum when working with explosives, and to be extra cautious. After going through the door we descended some stairs and went through another steel door to get to the magazine. I didn’t tell Inocenta at the time, but we had about two feet of concrete and three feet of packed earth over our heads as we looked at the stacks of DuCleds Chemicals’ finest pyrotechnics.
***
Inocenta:
We have tasty lunch at the company’s cafeteria, and many of the workers they come up to Inocenta and Leslie-puppy and give their congratulations for the marriage. Leslie look very happy and speak to the workers, and tell them that they are doing the fine job and he look forward to working with them.
They cheer!
We visit several of the other places at the works and head back to the casa. We pass a chapel and Leslie stop there.
The chapel is where Inocenta and her Leslie-puppy will marry for the second wedding. He show me inside, and it quite the cozy and nice place, but very plain. Not like a proper church, but Inocenta understand.
There is also the cemetery, and we look at the stones. There are Leslie-puppy’s ancestors, all the way back (but not as far as Inocenta’s family, which go back to when we go biff-baff-slash at the nasty Saracen).
De Ciervoses rode with the El Cud, so Papi tell.
***
Les:
One of the markers at the cemetery is a squat obelisk, almost a pyramid, set a short distance away from the family headstones. It commemorates an explosion at the works back in 1837 which killed about fifty people.
I say ‘about,’ because none of the pieces was big enough to identify. This stone was put up in lieu of graves.
It’s a constant reminder that duCleds Chemicals is based on things that kill, and people can end up dead making them. It’s also important to point out that since that explosion there hasn’t been anything as bad since.
We take care of our people. Father always emulated Granddad in that – shaking paws, working side by side with the employees and supporting them and their families when times got bad.
Our people are very loyal.
I used to work at the labs and the plant over summer and winter breaks (when I wasn’t busy doing other things, like chasing nearly everything in a skirt, or ‘modifying’ the cars Father used to get for me). So I’m keeping up the family tradition that way.
The working with the employees, not the skirt-chasing.
I drove the LaSalle back to the car barn, where Toni was waiting to take Inocenta into town to get a wedding dress. Toni snickered as she assured me that she’d stick me with the bill.
I sighed and took it with good grace, then took the LaSalle into town myself.
Time to start planning for Inocenta’s wedding present.
***
Toni:
Les is marryin’ a fun gal, that’s fer sure.
The story ‘bout her duel with Baltasar made its way from Lucille and Jeff all the way through the house in no time flat. Rosie only wished she was that fast.
The guys and gals who work around the place tell me they like her already.
So, Inocenta and me load up in a car with Barry and head on into Wiltmington. I got nothin’ but bad memories ‘bout this town, mainly gettin’ run out when the police raided the joint Rosie and I were dancing at.
But now I’m comin’ in style, which kinda takes the sting outta it.
We hit three of the best bridal shops in the place until we settle on one, and after a couple hours there we hit a couple more places.
All on Les’ tab, natch.
And no, I ain’t gonna tell what we picked out. You’ll find out fer yerselves.
So we stop off at this fancy eatery for a quick bite before heading back to the house for supper. Inocenta’s eating for two, so I figger she needs a little pep-up.
***
Les:
Delahare’s a small state, with only one guy warming a seat in the House of Reprehensibles down in Washington. Big bear named Alton McKinson, and he’s usually his own man.
I’m not saying the Family has him in their pocket, but he knows what side of the bread his honey’s spread on, so after a phone call from Uncle Pierre to introduce me I headed over to his Wiltmington office.
Uncle Pierre made a few other phone calls as well.
“Congressman McKinson, please,” I said to the pretty feline receptionist.
She gave me a look over the tops of her glasses. “Who may I say is here, sir?”
“Leslie duCleds.”
The name’s magic, sometimes; she smiled and ushered me straight in to meet our elected representative.
McKinson got up as I was shown in and came around the desk to shake my paw heartily. He showed me around his office and then, a small whiskey-and-soda and cigars in paws, we sat down by a window.
“So! Tell me, sir – “
“Les.”
“Call me Alton, Les. What can I do for you?”
I quickly laid out the problem – that I had met and fallen in love with a young woman of impeccable family, but she was not American and I wanted her to become a citizen as my wedding present to her. When I finished he sat back and smoked for a moment.
“Harrumph. Well, Les, first let me say that I’m happy for you, I truly am. Thirty years I’ve been married to my darling Lucy,” and he waved a negligent paw at his desk, where a collection of framed photographs reposed. “And of course she should be a citizen – after all, you are and so will be your children. It only makes sense.”
I sensed a ‘but’ hovering in the middle distance.
“But this is a matter for the Bureau of Immigration, isn’t it? Their office is over at the Capitol building.”
I smiled. “I know that, Alton. I wanted to tell you what’s going on, and to personally invite you and your wife to the wedding.” His eyes gleamed at that. A Society wedding was the perfect venue to be seen at and to maybe press the flesh for a few dollars.
After a bit more small talk we got up and he walked me to the door. “Well, Les,” Alton said, “I wish you all the happiness in the world, and I hope you have the best of luck getting your bride through the process.”
“Of course,” I said with a smile, “and if there’s anything you can do to help, I’ll be very grateful for the assistance.”
He smiled back.
I drove over to the Capitol and found the Bureau office with no trouble. Once again, the family name was a useful tool to getting me in to see the guy who was in charge, Judge Ezra Addersley.
The Judge turned out to be a thin fellow, a brother canine, in a very dark suit. I laid out my problem, and he thought for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling.
“I understand what you want, Mr. duCleds,” he finally said, “and all that’s really necessary is that she reside in this country and have some knowledge of the Constitution, as well as English. She takes a test, and I swear her in.
“It’s to your credit that you started the process back in February. Of course, there’s always dual citizenship – you say she’s Spanish?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Ah. Then dual citizenship’s out until things get stabilized over there. Although I don’t know when that’ll be.”
“I don’t think anyone else does either, and that includes the people involved. So it’ll be just U.S. citizenship,” I said, and we shook paws. As he showed me out he added that the test could be conducted at the house, rather than at the Capitol.
As a favor.
I knew there’d be a this for that, but I chalked it up and thanked him for his time.
Then it was time for a snack before driving home.
NEXT
FIRST
PREVIOUS
© 2013 by Walter D. Reimer
(Characters courtesy of
Major Matt Mason and 
EOCostelloThe story of the duCleds relationship and marriage can be found on the Spontoon Island website, in the following stories:
Inocenta Until Proven Guilty
Valentine's Dazed
The I Do's of March
Art by
TheTiedTigress______________________________________________
Part 7.
Inocenta:
Pouf!
Inocenta think her Papi be the very proud of his little flan. She has learned well from watching her beloved Papi dueling.
Ole!
Cousin Lucille, she applaud Inocenta, while Cousin Jeffrey look the very pleased. The other two – pouf! – they slink away like they are the weasels, and not the doggies.
Leslie-puppy look like he about to choke, so Inocenta do the patty-pat on his back. He cough and cough! So we go in for Inocenta to see what is wrong, then to clean up.
Leslie-puppy show me around the house, and ay de mi! It is the huge inside! We start in the kitchens, and Inocenta take the great care to thank the cooks for the wonderful dinner and breakfast. They are the very happy that Inocenta thank them for the hard work they are doing. Inocenta know that she is a deer, and cooking for the deers is not the same as cooking for the doggies.
There is long hallway on the second floor, that has pictures of all of Leslie-puppy’s ancestors. We pause at one, that shows Leslie-puppy’s padre and madre. They are Paul and Eunice, and they look very happily at each other in the painting.
Leslie-puppy, he sigh.
“Why does Leslie-puppy sigh?” Inocenta asks.
“I’ll tell you a bit later,” he say.
After touring the casa, Leslie-puppy and his friend Barry take Inocenta to the barn of the cars. Leslie-puppy look the uncomfortable as Barry tell him to drive with the care, but Inocenta know he will.
The automobile he pick is the LaSalle, a very nice automobile that purr like the hungry kittycat. Barry ask that Leslie-puppy no drive it into the river, “Like the last one.”
Leslie-puppy say it a long story, so Inocenta wait until tonight to hear it.
Leslie-puppy insist on the driving himself, which please Inocenta greatly. It is such a fine day, so the automobile have the top down to blow the wind through Inocenta’s headfur!
We drive south and through some very thick woods to get to the place where Leslie-puppy’s family make with the boom-boom stuff, and Inocenta see that the place look not very large. Small buildings made of the stone and concrete, surrounded by high walls. Inocenta ask why.
Her ears droop as Leslie-puppy explain why. Over the years the buildings can explode, so they are kept far apart.
Is muy, muy sensible.
***
Les:
Security’s always been tight at the powder works.
According to my grandfather, a couple Molly Maguires managed to get into the place back in 1875, so security checks were started. They tightened up a lot after the New Haven Revolt in ’31, so no one gets in without a pass.
I’m a member of the Family, so I was told I could go in; Inocenta required a pass and a call to Uncle Pierre. She understood what was at stake and was a lot more patient about it than I would have been.
I recalled seeing photograph identification cards at a couple of places Willow and I visited in Europe, so I made a mental note to see about starting that here. It’ll make things a bit easier.
The place hasn’t changed much since my last tour of the place in ’33, and Cousin Pete greeted us at the main plant. “Hi, Pete!”
“Les.” Pete’s a bit awkward and shy except around chemicals and especially explosives. He personally tests all of our products, and once pulled a prize-winning fish out of the river to show how effective one brand of dynamite was.
Tasty fish, too.
We went for a walk, Pete pointing out various items of machinery before pausing at a heavy steel door. “Do you want to see the magazines?”
“Magazines?” Inocenta echoed. “Inocenta no see any pictures.”
I explained, and she nodded.
Pete passed out felt shoe covers, and a dainty size for Inocenta’s hooves. She started to object until she saw a buck stroll by wearing them, and put them on.
It’s wise to keep the sparks to a minimum when working with explosives, and to be extra cautious. After going through the door we descended some stairs and went through another steel door to get to the magazine. I didn’t tell Inocenta at the time, but we had about two feet of concrete and three feet of packed earth over our heads as we looked at the stacks of DuCleds Chemicals’ finest pyrotechnics.
***
Inocenta:
We have tasty lunch at the company’s cafeteria, and many of the workers they come up to Inocenta and Leslie-puppy and give their congratulations for the marriage. Leslie look very happy and speak to the workers, and tell them that they are doing the fine job and he look forward to working with them.
They cheer!
We visit several of the other places at the works and head back to the casa. We pass a chapel and Leslie stop there.
The chapel is where Inocenta and her Leslie-puppy will marry for the second wedding. He show me inside, and it quite the cozy and nice place, but very plain. Not like a proper church, but Inocenta understand.
There is also the cemetery, and we look at the stones. There are Leslie-puppy’s ancestors, all the way back (but not as far as Inocenta’s family, which go back to when we go biff-baff-slash at the nasty Saracen).
De Ciervoses rode with the El Cud, so Papi tell.
***
Les:
One of the markers at the cemetery is a squat obelisk, almost a pyramid, set a short distance away from the family headstones. It commemorates an explosion at the works back in 1837 which killed about fifty people.
I say ‘about,’ because none of the pieces was big enough to identify. This stone was put up in lieu of graves.
It’s a constant reminder that duCleds Chemicals is based on things that kill, and people can end up dead making them. It’s also important to point out that since that explosion there hasn’t been anything as bad since.
We take care of our people. Father always emulated Granddad in that – shaking paws, working side by side with the employees and supporting them and their families when times got bad.
Our people are very loyal.
I used to work at the labs and the plant over summer and winter breaks (when I wasn’t busy doing other things, like chasing nearly everything in a skirt, or ‘modifying’ the cars Father used to get for me). So I’m keeping up the family tradition that way.
The working with the employees, not the skirt-chasing.
I drove the LaSalle back to the car barn, where Toni was waiting to take Inocenta into town to get a wedding dress. Toni snickered as she assured me that she’d stick me with the bill.
I sighed and took it with good grace, then took the LaSalle into town myself.
Time to start planning for Inocenta’s wedding present.
***
Toni:
Les is marryin’ a fun gal, that’s fer sure.
The story ‘bout her duel with Baltasar made its way from Lucille and Jeff all the way through the house in no time flat. Rosie only wished she was that fast.
The guys and gals who work around the place tell me they like her already.
So, Inocenta and me load up in a car with Barry and head on into Wiltmington. I got nothin’ but bad memories ‘bout this town, mainly gettin’ run out when the police raided the joint Rosie and I were dancing at.
But now I’m comin’ in style, which kinda takes the sting outta it.
We hit three of the best bridal shops in the place until we settle on one, and after a couple hours there we hit a couple more places.
All on Les’ tab, natch.
And no, I ain’t gonna tell what we picked out. You’ll find out fer yerselves.
So we stop off at this fancy eatery for a quick bite before heading back to the house for supper. Inocenta’s eating for two, so I figger she needs a little pep-up.
***
Les:
Delahare’s a small state, with only one guy warming a seat in the House of Reprehensibles down in Washington. Big bear named Alton McKinson, and he’s usually his own man.
I’m not saying the Family has him in their pocket, but he knows what side of the bread his honey’s spread on, so after a phone call from Uncle Pierre to introduce me I headed over to his Wiltmington office.
Uncle Pierre made a few other phone calls as well.
“Congressman McKinson, please,” I said to the pretty feline receptionist.
She gave me a look over the tops of her glasses. “Who may I say is here, sir?”
“Leslie duCleds.”
The name’s magic, sometimes; she smiled and ushered me straight in to meet our elected representative.
McKinson got up as I was shown in and came around the desk to shake my paw heartily. He showed me around his office and then, a small whiskey-and-soda and cigars in paws, we sat down by a window.
“So! Tell me, sir – “
“Les.”
“Call me Alton, Les. What can I do for you?”
I quickly laid out the problem – that I had met and fallen in love with a young woman of impeccable family, but she was not American and I wanted her to become a citizen as my wedding present to her. When I finished he sat back and smoked for a moment.
“Harrumph. Well, Les, first let me say that I’m happy for you, I truly am. Thirty years I’ve been married to my darling Lucy,” and he waved a negligent paw at his desk, where a collection of framed photographs reposed. “And of course she should be a citizen – after all, you are and so will be your children. It only makes sense.”
I sensed a ‘but’ hovering in the middle distance.
“But this is a matter for the Bureau of Immigration, isn’t it? Their office is over at the Capitol building.”
I smiled. “I know that, Alton. I wanted to tell you what’s going on, and to personally invite you and your wife to the wedding.” His eyes gleamed at that. A Society wedding was the perfect venue to be seen at and to maybe press the flesh for a few dollars.
After a bit more small talk we got up and he walked me to the door. “Well, Les,” Alton said, “I wish you all the happiness in the world, and I hope you have the best of luck getting your bride through the process.”
“Of course,” I said with a smile, “and if there’s anything you can do to help, I’ll be very grateful for the assistance.”
He smiled back.
I drove over to the Capitol and found the Bureau office with no trouble. Once again, the family name was a useful tool to getting me in to see the guy who was in charge, Judge Ezra Addersley.
The Judge turned out to be a thin fellow, a brother canine, in a very dark suit. I laid out my problem, and he thought for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling.
“I understand what you want, Mr. duCleds,” he finally said, “and all that’s really necessary is that she reside in this country and have some knowledge of the Constitution, as well as English. She takes a test, and I swear her in.
“It’s to your credit that you started the process back in February. Of course, there’s always dual citizenship – you say she’s Spanish?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Ah. Then dual citizenship’s out until things get stabilized over there. Although I don’t know when that’ll be.”
“I don’t think anyone else does either, and that includes the people involved. So it’ll be just U.S. citizenship,” I said, and we shook paws. As he showed me out he added that the test could be conducted at the house, rather than at the Capitol.
As a favor.
I knew there’d be a this for that, but I chalked it up and thanked him for his time.
Then it was time for a snack before driving home.
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