BTC 7: Tears of Joy

Joe Trebble and the Bio Tech Conspiracy

Chapter 7: Tears of Joy

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Joe and Christie sat panting at the table.

“I’ve not danced like that in ages. Thanks for suggesting it,” Christie said over the din of the club, once she caught her breath.

“Thanks for showing me this place. Do you care to go to a more quiet spot now?” Joe asked.

The club was beginning to creep him out. Not the club itself, but a couple of guys in the club. He’d over heard a couple of snippets of their conversations, and although he disapproved of the things they said, and their apparent attitude on people, it was a look, a movement, something that told Joe that for Christie’s sake, and his own, it would be best to get out of there soon, and discretely.

“Yeah, sure. I hope you still like poetry. There’s a great after hours café that has some dark poetry readings Friday nights around this time.”

Joe looked at Christie, with the look of ‘Why ask, of course I do’ before getting up and heading out of the club.

“Oh nice to get out of that din,” Christie commented.

Joe nodded. The guys in the club made Joe realise that there were some things he’d have to hide from Christie, and some he’d have to tell her. One, his relationship, should come soon.

“There is something I have to tell you,” Joe said opening the car door for her.

Getting in his car, Joe turned to Christie. “Christie, a lot has happened since I left, some I’m not ready to tell, some I can’t say, but there is something important you must know. As I said I can’t be your prince, well part of it is I’m already someone else’s prince.”

“Oh Joe. I’m glad for you.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Why should I be? How serious is it?”

“We’ve been friends for ever, and I could definitely see our parents wanting us to get married. I do love you, but as a sister, as family. As for how serious my relationship is . . . Well marriage is a possibility, but our careers limit that at the moment. Are you sure you’re alright?” Joe asked seeing tears in Christie’s eyes.

“Yeah, I’m just so happy for you and well, happy you still love and care for me. Now you have to tell me all about her. She's going to move here too, right?”

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BTC 6: The Colour Blue

Joe Trebble and the Bio Tech Conspiracy

Chapter 6: The Colour Blue

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"That must be Christie." Rachael said as the sound of the front door closing echoed in the front hall.

Joe stood as Christie entered. She was wearing a stunning blue dress.

"This was not intended to be formal." Henry muttered.

Joe smiled at his uncle's remark as well as Christie's appearance.

“When old friends get reacquainted, a little formality is not necessarily neglected.” Joe said to Henry as he passed towards Christie. “I remember the times as a child we played and you often were the princess waiting for your prince to come. Today I see not a princess, but an angel in your beauty.” Joe hugged Christie, who retuned the gesture. “I am not, nor will be your prince,” he added in a whisper.

“Joe you’re so sweet. Always kind to me. I hope life is treating you as well as you look. Although the accent is a bit of a pleasant shock.”

“Aye, life is good.”

“And what brings you back to Canada?”

“Business.” Joe glanced at his uncle and nodded. Their business had been completed soon after Joe had arrived. Henry said he would risk the deal to save the company. “Business that may perhaps bring me back to Canada more permanently.”

“Oh Joe!” Christie hugged Joe tighter. “That sounds great. Will you be here or would it be elsewhere in Canada?”

“Here. I’ve been interested in returning home, so to speak, and just asked if there was any possibility of a job at the BioTech company.”

“Having Joe work with us would be a great honour,” Henry interjected.

“We can continue this at the table, dinner is ready,” Rachael said getting up and leading the way.

Joe escorted Christie in to the dinning room as Henry took the dogs out back for the supper hour.

“So you are done your degree now?” Christie asked.

“Nearly. A couple more months.”

Joe smiled as they entered the dining room. The fact that Christie was wearing blue, a much lighter shade than his shirt, was interesting he thought, but the dining room was itself blue, something to almost laugh at. The walls, although they appeared white, had a faint robin egg blue hue to them, giving a mix of warmth and coolness to the room. The drapes across the picture frame window were a sea blue, accenting the blue sky, now going dusk, and the green grass out the back yard. The table cloth was a pastel blue with dark blue serviettes to match.

Blue was not Joe’s favourite colour, but nor was it the one he detested. Regardless, the blue of the dining room amused him.

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