"Hah!
I got you!" Brady yelled as he hurled himself at his little
brother.
Alfie
flung himself backward on the bed, clutching his chest dramatically,
gurgling loudly as he fell. "Arrg! You got me, Captain Brady,
Terror of the Six Seas!"
"That's
Terror of the Seven Seas, Alfie."
"Nope.
I'm saving one for me, so only six."
Brady
laughed as he helped his brother up. "Okay, you can have the
Mediterranean Sea. Is that okay?"
"Sure.
Show me." They walked to the world map that took up over half
the wall.
Alfie
loved geography, but he couldn't read yet. Brady showed him the
Mediterranean.
"Now
spell it."
Alfie
dutifully complied.
"Show
me Holland," Brady commanded. It was a game they had made up to
go along with the map.
Alfie
pointed to Holland with a grin, anticipating the impending
entertainment. He loved this game even better than pirates.
"What's
it known for?" Brady demanded.
"Tulips
and wooden shoes! Norway!"
Brady
pointed to it.
"What's
it known for?" Alfie asked.
"Um,
Vikings and fjords!"
They
went back and forth trying to stump one another for twenty minutes
until their mother called them for supper.
"Wash
up," she called as she walked down the hall. "I don't want
a couple of dirty fisted conquerors at my dinner table."
"Yes,
Mom," they chorused as they ran to the bathroom.
Tussling
and nudging, they managed to get more water on the floor than their
hands, but they passed muster as Mom inspected them. Dinner was set
up in the living room on TV trays. The boys looked around excitedly.
They rarely got to eat out there.
"Special
treat," their mother smiled. "Daddy sent a video! He filmed
his friends and some of the natives around camp. One of his buddies
even taped him working. Now you can see what Daddy does all day."
"Cool!"
Both boys sat down to watch.
Their
father's handsome face appeared in the middle of the screen. "Hi,
boys! Hello, Martha, honey. Well, here we are! Filming on location in
the desert hasn't been a lot of fun, but there's some cool stuff to
see."
He
wandered around doing a travel log for them, showing them camels,
Arabs, palm trees and a genuine oasis. He and some of his friends sat
around a campfire at night telling stories and singing songs. Several
of the Egyptian men who worked with them also told stories from their
country. The boys were fascinated.
After
about an hour, their father sat alone in his trailer, a wistful smile
on his face. "I miss you all a lot. I'll be back soon. The film
wraps next week. By the time you see this, I may be on my way home. I
love you all. Hugs and kisses to everyone." The screen went
blank.
"Wow!"
Brady yelled. "That was so cool!"
"Show
me where Egypt is, please?"
"Sure!"
Brady jumped up, ready for action.
"Clear
your places first, boys," Mom reminded them.
"Yes,
ma'am," they chorused.
They
were just finishing in the bathroom when they heard voices in the
front room. Exchanging an excited look, they ran to the living room
to see who had arrived.
"Daddy!"
Alfie launched himself at his father.
"Dad!"
Brady hurled himself at his father's legs.
The
only thing that kept their father upright was the fact he was already
hugging their mother. Otherwise, he would have been bowled over.
"Whoa,
guys! I'm glad you're happy to see me! It's good to be home," he
said quietly.
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