Little Cherine Book 11 - BPost062

“...Cherine, none can hate us as much as we are capable of hating ourselves. The child is literally killing the woman because of that hate. Not by destroying her body, but by turning what she has become into something unbearable.”






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As you obviously assumed, Lynda found them. Robbie decided we should not show ourselves in their skies until we’ve met our alternates and solved their problems. I hope Cherine is right and this Allan is nicer than I thought. Knowing Cherine, she’ll do whatever needs to be done so that this becomes another world of Cherinians with their own Teller family. At least I’m looking forward to meeting Alki, he sounds nice. It does feel strange that Marian is Italian - and Cherine half Italian I guess. Oh, our Marian just confided that she is a quarter Italian so that makes our Cherine an eighth Italian!

Robbie returned to us doubled over with laughter. He’d felt it was urgent he first helps Allan, as he feared he may be suffering in an asylum. He found him sitting in his apartment! The whole story was made up, there was no truth in any of it, I’m surprised Lynda was able to find them.

Robbie decided not to put in an appearance within the apartment and moving to the outside of his door, he knocked. Allan opened.



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“Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying. If however, you have come for a cup of coffee and a chat, welcome.”

“You are that relaxed about inviting a stranger into your home?”

“What can you do? Kill me? I think you’d enjoy a coffee more. I’m sorry, but I don’t keep a stock of hard liquor.”

“A coffee will do.” He waited until Allan sat with his own coffee. “I’m here about a story you wrote. Why did you make that Robert so nasty?”

He gave a start. “Damn, that psychiatrist or analyst, whatever he was, he buggered up my story. Nasty? I’d had enough of all Roberts being the milk of human kindness, I wanted a normal person who thinks of himself first.”

“Someone like you?”

He wryly smiled. “I wish.”

“Why is it that you are not worried about me knowing you wrote the story?”

“Because you are the prime Robert come to skin me alive for writing the story.”

“Really?”

He frowned. “It would suit the mood I’m in. Okay, I’ll bite, who are you?”

“The prime Robert.”

He chuckled. “Even I’m not that far gone yet to believe that. Are you here to take my furnishing on behalf of the bank? You know, they were very stupid to allow me an overdraft, I’d told them I don’t have any assets.”

“What did you need the money for?”

“How else could I afford to sit at home without a job to write my stories? Honestly, how did you know about the story?”

“Arthur wrote it for us. I’m not certain whether he wrote it first or you did.”

“Oh, I wrote it alright, not one of my best, but it suited my mood. Can I bum one of your cigarettes - I’m out of them.” Robbie handed over the packet and waved for him to keep them.

“Allan, is there a Robert Teller on this world?”

He grinned. “That would be something if there is and he is a paedophile and has read my books. It must be driving him crazy with fear seeing his name being used by me.” Robbie chuckled. “Are you really Robert Teller - the prime one?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Shit!” He came to his feet and then sat down again. “I better call my brother. He warned me I was driving myself crazy with my writing and my insistence that the characters are real. I guess I’ll have to let him have me committed. Oh well, at least it takes care of my financial problems.”

“Don’t call him just yet. Allan, there is a lot of anger in Freddie because of your story. Let me first bring Cherine and then we’ll take you to Freddie for a visit.” He jumped back to us.

I found my anger evaporating as I shared from Robbie along with the others. He is a typical Allan, really nuts! Once the imps got going I laughed just as much as the others. Confident we would now welcome Allan without any trace of anger, Robbie took Cherine’s hand in his and they jumped.

“I hope you like Coke, it was all I had. Welcome Cherine.” Startled they saw that Allan had brought a glass of Coke and placed it alongside his coffee - which Allan had replenished with a fresh cup.



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“You were that confident?”

Cherine reached out to touch Allan as she said, “No Robert, he was not, he needs our help.” She drew him to her and hugged him. He was moved to Freddie and Eleni, Em-e, Solace and Ashia are taking care of him.

Chantel asked, “I wonder how much of what we find is assumed by Arthur. Did he create him sick and needing us?”

Allan answered her, “I don’t doubt that if we go back in time and follow his life we’ll see there were reasons. Arthur wished for him to write the story so his assuming could have manipulated his life so that he would be in the correct psychological condition for writing it.”

“That makes Arthur sound horrible!” Elpida protested.

Allan shook his head. “Not if you understand the mechanics. Say you wanted to assume it would rain tonight, your assuming would have to include moisture rising from the ground and the right conditions bringing about the rainfall here, not five miles away. Not so with what Arthur does. All he does is assume that Allan wrote the story and life sees to it that Allan lives the kind of life he must so that he writes the story. Arthur does not assume further than that for such occasions. In other words, he does what every writer does.”

“Allan,” Robbie said, “I would appreciate it if you take his place on Earth for a while. Take enough money to pay off his debts and make an investment that will leave him free to live the kind of life he wants.”

“You are going after the local Robert?”

Robbie frowned and we became aware his instincts had flared. “This time we do it the other way around, I want to find Cherine first. The Sparklers have left to search for her.”

The Sparklers returned, unsure and reporting that they’d had problems in identifying her. Their report was met with silence as horror grew in our eyes, fear hammering in our hearts as we waited to hear what had caused her to be so badly affected.

It would be better that I start off by explaining that the Allan we found here is older than our Allan was when he died and we estimate that the local Robert is about thirty two years old, since Cherine is about seventeen. Here is her story.

Her father died in exactly the same manner as the father of our Cherine, but Marian did not answer the advertisement for a job in Athens. None of the Marians we know enjoy drinking and this one did not, but the only friends she had were heavy drinkers. Cherine would be left with their children while her mother sat at the pub in the evenings two times a week.

Cherine was withdrawn and did not play with the kids, preferring to watch the telly or read a book to keep them away from her. One evening her mother did not return to collect her and she had to sleep over. The next day she found out that there was a new man in their home and their lives.

Cherine was still her Daddy’s girl and she fiercely resented the presence of Gert, but she was suffering from guilt for her father’s death so she was careful not to use her gift to force him to leave. Gert was a good looking man with blonde hair and fine features and it was obvious that Marian was besotted for she did not complain when Gert moved in and stayed at home or went to meet friends, but did nothing about finding a job. Nothing available was good enough for him and Marian obviously believed the same. It meant that Cherine usually found him sitting or sprawled over the couch when she returned from school. She would make a sandwich and take it to her room where she’d stay all afternoon.

One afternoon she returned to find Gert sitting with a black and white magazine in his hands. He followed her into the kitchen to make tea for himself.

“I can’t decide whether Blacknose or Supercharger is a better bet. Which would you put your money on?”



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Cherine looked and saw the magazine was a racing form with details and tips for the next races. She took it from him and looked at the odds. “I don’t know anything about horses, but I think he will win.” She pointed at the name of the jockey.

“He’s riding Moonbeam, it hasn’t a chance! Look, it is at twenty two to one, it’s a complete outsider.” He took the magazine back from her and taking his mug he walked towards the sitting room. As he did, Cherine mumbled that she didn’t care, that Moonbeam would win. He turned to her with a sour look.

“Put your money where your mouth is.”

She only had half a pound but she passed it over to him and rushed to get to her room.

Marian returned, prepared some food and called Cherine to join her. Marian was in a bad mood because Gert had not returned yet. Marian did not know that Gert did not like Cherine and had deliberately wasted her money, buying her a ticket on Moonbeam for the pleasure of handing it over to her and telling her in front of her mother that she had lost. Moonbeam won.

Gert walked in, saw Marian’s face, so he quickly kissed her and sat to eat with them. He reached over and placed a five pound note by Cherine. “Your horse won! Since I had to place the bet for you it is only fair that I keep half of the winnings.”

Marian was furious that Cherine had wasted money betting and furious with Gert for helping her. She grabbed the five pound note. “I’m keeping this and you’re not getting any pocket money for a month - maybe it will teach you to value the sacrifices I make for you.” She turned on Gert. “How could you encourage a child to bet! She’s only eight years old!” Cherine escaped to her room as Gert apologised and made up with Marian.

When Cherine returned from school, Gert was waiting for her. “I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to give your winnings in front of your mother. Tell you what, out of my share of the winnings I’ll keep a quid apart for you to back your next horse.”

He pestered her, even following her to her room until Cherine looked at the magazine and shook her head. “I can’t, I have to feel them.”

“Feel them? What do you mean?”

“The rider who won, he was at the shop when Mum took me with her. I felt him, he was happy and feeling like he had won.”

“The jockey? Shit, how can we bet if you have to meet the jockeys first.” He thought about it. “Tomorrow I’ll take you to the racecourse, let’s see if your system works. Just keep it a secret or else we’ll both be in trouble with your Mum.”

She won two bets and Gert pocketed half plus the costs of taking her and gave her the balance. Over the next few months Cherine built up a nest egg of over eight hundred pounds.

Gert was bored with Marian, met another woman and moved out. With him he took the money Cherine had hidden away. Cherine returned from school and realised he’d gone. When she went to her room she discovered he’d also stolen her money. In a fury she dressed for going out, put on her coat and walked to the pub. As she’d guessed, he was there with his new love. Cherine could not enter, but she stood on the pavement, her little fists clenched tight, sending her emoting to him.

Gert endured his panic attack for as long as he could and then his girlfriend led him outside. Cherine stepped up to them. “Give me my money back.” Blankly Gert stared at her. His girlfriend made to push Cherine aside and she collapsed to her knees and then passed out. Cherine intensified the terror Gert was forced to feel until he pulled out all the money he had and gave it to her. Cherine sent him another blast and he collapsed. She stood over him until he opened his eyes.

“If you come near my mother or me again I’ll kill you.”



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I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love - and should some of it be true for our reality, I hope you will love our Cherine.





Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)

  • posted: 17th Jly, 2020




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