Therapy Part Four: Tinnese's Questions.
“I’ll keep my three questions short, and to the point,” Tinnese said. “The first is; do I get the revenge I seek? That is, do I kill the Crow and avenge my people? Secondly; what gives you the right to determine our destiny. Do you get off playing God?”
“And the third?” inquired the Narrator, getting tired of Tinnese’s superiority complex.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Tinnese replied; his index finger tick-tocking back and forth. “If you put all your eggs in one basket, none of them will hatch.”
“What are you talking about?” Nosos and the Old man asked. Symphony and Danny seemed utterly confused, as well, by this statement.
Whereas, the Crow replied, “Ah, the joys of insanity. Never a dull moment.”
The Narrator smiled. Clicking the mike, he said, “Tinnese, I think you mean, don’t put all your eggs in one basket. If that’s what you mean, then I agree with you. It’s always wise to have a secondary plan to your original.”
“Of course you agree with me,” Tinnese said. “Because I’m always right.”
“That’s a load of BS, and you know it.” Symphony said.
Tinnese turned sharply to her and was about to reply, when the Old Man said, “Must you two always fight? If you would shut your traps for once, you just might find out how much easier life really is.”
This response caused them both to turn to him and yell, “Shut Up, Old Man! No one is talking to you.”
“Out of the mouths of youth, ignorance flows.” Nosos said. “You know the Old Man is right. You two fight a lot. If you’d give each other a chance to speak, then you might find that civil discourse follows. Besides, what you said before, made absolutely no sense.”
“Nosos,” Tinnese replied. “You have your idioms and I have mine. Now, if you really want to get out of here as soon as possible, may I suggest that you keep your opinions to yourself, and let the narrator do his job.”
“Thank you, Tinnese.” Replied the narrator. “You’ve always been one to the point.”
“You’re welcome.” Tinnese replied sarcastically, standing partially out of his chair, and giving a mock bow.
“In response to your first question, Tinnese,” the Narrator said. “Yes, you do get your revenge….” Tinnese pumped his fist in the air, in victory and yelled, “Yes! I knew it.”
“However,” the Narrator continued, ignoring Tinnese’s interruption, “It’s not a happy victory. It is one of sadness and despair.” At this point, the Narrator found himself starting to cry. ‘Come on, old boy, pull yourself together.’ Clicking the mike again, he croaked, “That’s the short of it. I believe however, you’re looking for further explanation. That’ll take some time, and we’ve been at this for a while. Let’s take twenty, do some jumping jacks, knife throwing, whatever you find relieves whatever ailment is currently plaguing you. “
