Thorson Thorkelson The Thord – Part 17

This is part 17.  Click here to start at the beginning of the story

“Did you have a good nap?”  Thorson’s mom was grinning at Thorson, who had fallen asleep while watching “The Price of Milk.”  His head felt foggy, and it took him a while to realize that he was actually awake.  He was sitting in the recliner in the living room of his home, and his parents were snuggling together on the couch…but the last thing that he had remembered was watching this movie while holding Bertha’s hand…down in Seattle.  It took a while for the fog to clear enough for him to realize that he had never been to Seattle, and his memory of holding Bertha’s hand must have just been a delicious part of a dream.

He was crushed that he wasn’t actually with Bertha, but as he became increasingly aware of the facts of reality and the fiction of his dream, he was relieved to realize that Bertha’s accident had been part of his dream too.

It wasn’t a day with a scheduled Skype call, but Thorson felt an overwhelming desire to see if Bertha was by her computer…to call her and see if she was, indeed, all right.  So he went to his room and initiated a Skype call.  He sighed with relief when his call was accepted almost immediately.  He was shocked, though, to see the wrong person staring at him from the computer screen.  The brunette girl who looked at him was, without doubt, also attractive, but nothing compared to Bertha.  She looked to be a bit older than Bertha…maybe 16 or so.

This girl had a mischievous grin on her face, but when she noticed Thorson’s shocked look, she quickly said, “You must be Thorson!”

When Thorson admitted that, yes, he was indeed Thorson, the girl said, “Bertha’s out of the room right now, but I saw your Skype request come up…and since Bertha has done nothing but talk about you for the last few weeks, I just had to meet you for myself!”

Thorson was still a bit confused…Bertha had told him that she had no siblings.  His confusion must have showed, because the girl continued, “I’m sorry, I should introduce myself!  I’m Bertha’s friend Samantha…but everyone calls me Sam.  Oh hang on…I hear someone coming.”

Thorson could see the door of Bertha’s room open up, and Bertha walked in.  Samantha’s face turned away from the camera, and he heard her voice say, “Hey Berth…I just met Thorson!”

Sam got out of the chair so that Bertha could sit down.  Thorson wanted to tell her about his dream, but wasn’t sure that he wanted to with one of Bertha’s friends in the room.  To his great relief, he heard Sam’s off-camera voice say, “I should probably be going…besides, you probably don’t want me listening in on your conversation with your boyfriend.”  Bertha flushed a bit at that comment, but quickly recovered.  She said goodbye to her friend and gave her a quick hug, but then turned her attention to the computer.

“Hey Thord!  I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today.  What’s up?”

Her smile was SO beautiful!

Thorson told her about his dream (but left out the hand-holding part, as he still didn’t know what Bertha’s feelings were about him).  She laughed and said, “You’re sweet, Thord!  But I’m OK.  Nothing like that has happened to me, and hopefully won’t!”

Thorson admitted to her that, although it would really be nice to come and meet her in person, he was quite happy that it had all been a dream…especially since it meant that Bertha was alright.

They talked for well over an hour.  It was good to chat…especially after his dream in which Bertha lay injured in a hospital room.

When they finally said goodbye, Thorson practically floated out of his bedroom.  His mom took one look at him and said, “How’s your girlfriend?”  Now while Thorson had told his mom about Bertha in his dream, he had not, in actual fact, made mention of Bertha to his mom.

“Um…I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said.  After all, it wasn’t strictly a lie, since he hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask her if she liked him yet.

“You wouldn’t have that giddy, dazed look about you if you didn’t.  Spill.”

Knowing that his mom wasn’t about to let him get away without talking, he told her about the girl he had seen in the movie “The Disaster”, and how he and she had started tweeting each other, sending emails back and forth, and even Skyping for the last while.  He also told her that they weren’t exactly boyfriend and girlfriend…but he hoped that maybe, someday, that would happen.  For some reason, he expected that his mom wouldn’t be as understanding as his dad had been, so he waited for her to tell him to “stop being silly…you’ll never be a boyfriend to a movie star!”  or something along that line.  Instead, she put her arm around his shoulder and said, “It’s too bad that you live so far apart.  That can be a challenge…but at least you have modern technology to make talking to her a bit easier.  Maybe next time you Skype you could introduce me to her?”

“Um…Maybe.  Thanks Mom!”

As good as it had felt to talk to Bertha after his dream, he was surprised at how good it felt that his Mom was in on his secret…and that she was OK with it!

~~to be continued~~ (part 18 is here)

Thorson Thorkelson The Thord – Part 16

This is part 16.  For part 1, click here

Thorson was watching The Price of Milk.  It was one of his favourite cheesy movies, but this time, the watching of it was rather bitter-sweet.

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It had been three days ago that he had logged on to his twitter account to see a direct message from Bertha.  It said, “Please call me.  you can call collect.  I’m Mrs. VonEngle”.  Then it listed a phone number.

Thorson had been understandably nervous.  Why did Bertha’s mom want to talk to him?  He immediately assumed the worst…Mrs. VonEngle was upset about the time that Bertha was spending on twittering, emailing, and skyping with him, and she didn’t want them to communicate any more…that would explain why Bertha had missed their skype date, and why he had heard nothing of her since…  He briefly considered ignoring the message, but then realized that that probably would make things worse.  So, with lead in the pit of his stomach, he picked up the phone and dialed…

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At the end of the phone call, he was glad that he had not ignored the message…yet at the same time, the lead in his gut had, if anything, intensified.  Then he went to tell his parents about the phone call.  He had wanted to keep his friendship with Bertha a secret from his mom, but he knew that would be impossible now…so he took a deep breath and walked into the living room.  His mom was reading a Michael Chrichton novel, and his dad was hunched over the morning paper, circling every third letter to see if there were any secret messages hidden therein.

They both looked up from what they were doing as Thorson first told his mom about his friend, Bertha.  Then he told them both, as he tried to keep his emotions in check…and knowing that he would fail in the attempt…that Bertha had been in an accident.

He told his parents how Bertha’s mom had explained to him that the car that Bertha had been riding in had been broad-sided by a drunk driver.  The driver of the car that Bertha had been in escaped with only minor injuries, but their car had been hit on the passenger side.  Bertha had received some substantial injuries…in fact, she had been unconscious in the hospital for the last few days,  and doctors figured it might be a few months before Bertha would be able to walk on her own.  As her mom had sat by Bertha’s bedside, Bertha had occasionally spoken in her unconscious state, but the one word she uttered had made no sense to Mrs. VonEngle.  “Thord” was all that she ever said.  Bertha woken up that morning, and the first thing that she did once she was able to make herself understood was to get her mom to send Thorson the direct message that had led to the phone call.

The one up-side of the call was that Mrs. VonEngle thought that Bertha might be cheered up quite a bit if she were able to meet Thorson in person, so she offered to pay for air-fare for Thorson to fly from Regina to Seattle, and if his parents were worried about it, she would pay for one of his parents to accompany him if they wished…she couldn’t afford to pay for both parents though.

Fortunately, they already had passports, and Thorson’s parents decided that they could afford the one ticket that would be needed for all three of them to fly to Seattle.

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So yes, it was bitter-sweet to be sitting here and watching the movie…sweet, because he was holding hands with the most beautiful girl in the world!…bitter, because he would rather have to communicate with Bertha via Skype and twitter than have her injured in a hospital room.

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In two more days, Thorson knew that he would have to fly home again, but for now, Thorson and Bertha sat in silence as they held hands and watched The Price of Milk.

~~to be continued~~ (part 17 is here)

Thorson Thorkelson The Thord – Part 15

Part 15 (click here for part 1)

…The third thing that stuck Thorson was that, despite the blemish, Bertha was still by far the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid eyes on.  He had not seen even a picture of her since watching The Disaster, so seeing her image…LIVE!!…on his computer screen was almost overwhelming…despite the fact that his call had been pre-arranged.

So far, the call had lasted a total of 3 seconds, neither of them had spoken a word yet, and already he thought that his heart had stopped beating.

At second number four, Bertha smiled, then said “Hi!”  And then, to his horror, Thorson realized that his face was turning red.  A smile and a word, and he was blushing like some love-sick fool.  OK, he was a love-sick fool, but he hardly wanted Bertha to know that…at least not yet!

When Bertha saw that Thorson’s face had flushed…she giggled.  She didn’t mean to…she couldn’t help it!  That one escaped giggle caused her enough embarrassment that she, too, turned red.  In fact, with her flushed face, her freckles became practically invisible.

Their mutual embarrassment acted as a bit of an ice-breaker for them.  The conversation was awkward and stilted at first…just like most conversations between young teenagers who are infatuated with each other.  However, as the conversation continued, and they turned to topics that interested both of them, the conversation flowed more and more easily.

All too soon, though, Thorson had to say goodnight, as it was Sunday evening, and he knew that he had school the next day.  But before terminating the connection, they made another Skype date for the following Saturday…with the promise that they’d both remember the time difference this time!

~~to be continued~~ (part 16 is here)