Families and Bibles

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Scene Title Families and Bibles
Synopsis Amato meets the namesake of an infamous queen and gets an invitation to come visit.
Date March 24, 2009

The Hangar

A wrought-iron fence borders several small garden beds and the stone stairs leading up to the house's front door. The house itself is a structure of old stone - not even concrete blocks, but quarried stone — with natural-color wood doors and window frames. The windows on the ground floor are barred.

Inside, the level is divided into only three rooms. The first is the foyer, with polished hardwood flooring, a freestanding coatrack on either side, iron-dark against soft-amber interior walls. The main staircase spirals up from one corner of the foyer, girded by a wrought-iron railing.

To the right from the entrance is the kitchen. The walls just off from white, the floor tiled in dark gray. In the center of the kitchen is a black-topped island, matching the counters that line the room. One wall is dominated by an eminently modern stove framed by an anachronistic brick hearth. Cabinets above the counters have glass doors; the windows above the sink are framed in light-colored curtains, the illumination they let in adding to the expansive atmosphere.

The dining room takes up the back of this floor. The far wall is brick and stone, with a facade of a fireplace mantle in the center. Interior walls have been painted a tone intermediate between amber and ivory, which is also the accent color in the dark rug beneath the long dining table.


With all the people who maintain and stay in the Hangar, meals are always something of a production. Dinner is the biggest production after all. This means that there's always some dinner dishes that won't fit into the dishwasher and someone gets to wash them. This evening, that's a young woman in a tank top and a big shirt. Jezebel is not a familiar presence in this kitchen, but seems to be accepted by most of those who are.

In search of a quiet corner to read in, Amato, one of the Hangar's newest residents, settles on the kitchen. Clad in button up shirt and sweater, the right sleeve hangs low enough to cover the end of his wrist, where his hand used to be. In his left, he carries a discarded library book of some uncertain age, and at first glance, title.

He's slow to enter the kitchen, lingering at the doorway for a moment. "Miss?" he says by way of greeting, blue eyes narrowed in an already apologetic expression. "Miss, do you mind if I sit in here?" Amato - or Benjamin, as he is also known - doesn't have an immediately placable accent. Instead, he's a hodgepodge of Europe, but even without being able to pinpoint him with Walker Accuracy, it's clear he's no American by birth.

Jezebel turns her head to look at him. "Not at all. I'm just cleaning up a bit. I thought I'd stop by and help, even though I may not be spending the night. You may call me Jez, by the way."

"Thank you," Amato says with a nod as he slips in and into a chair at the table, laying his book open. He doesn't introduce himself in turn, but it doesn't take long before he is distracted by the woman at the sink. He studies her with a strange curiosity before he pulls his lower lip into his mouth to moisten it.

"Jez is an odd name. Is it short for something?"

Jezebel inspects a pot, then puts it in the drainer. "You're going to laugh, but it's short for Jezebel. My mother has a strange sense of humor on occasion. May I ask who you are?"

"Jezebel was a queen," Amato replies somewhat thoughtfully, avoiding his own name. "Not a very pleasant queen, but a queen nonetheless. I'm sure your mother saw some sort of endearing quality in her." He offers a strained smile, then blinks for a moment. "My name is Amato." Also uncommon, and associated with much.

Jezebel smiles at Amato. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Amato. My namesake was a very wicked queen. I try not to deserve being gobbled by dogs. Did you come here from Italy?"

The woman's perception earns a stronger smile from the man, but he shakes his head. "Not directly. Though I am as loved as you are likely to be eaten by domestic pets."

Jezebel smiles more gently. "I'm sorry to hear that, Amato. I'd like to see Italy some day. At this rate, I doubt I'll be going. I don't know if we can get you to Italy, although it might be fun to try."

"There is no need," Amato assures the Queen. "There is nothing for me there. I would rather stay here, where I can be closer to my…to my family."

Jezebel replies, "I can understand that. I've only got a half-sister living in New York. The rest of my family is farther south, in and around D.C. . I hardly ever get to see her. My kingdom is out on Staten Island and she's very busy."

"Kingdom?" Amato asks with a tilt of his head and a slight frown. His book is forgotten, and the man silently and slowly closes it, giving the woman his full attention.

Jezebel laughs. "Only metaphorically, I assure you. What I really do is mind a safehouse. For some strange reason, no one wants to visit, let alone stay long. Must be because of the wickedness of Biblical proportions going on elsewhere on the island, or because the house is very quiet."

"Ah." Amato nods, making a mental note and looking down at the closed cover of his book. "I could visit, perhaps? Lend a hand, or…just be someone to talk to? Safe houses should be quiet."

Jezebel beams. "I can always use more help. Quite often there's only me. If you want to come visit, ask the crew here. They know about the daily supply run out to the island and where to find me. That reminds me, I should go see if my occasional visitor has come back here; he went to go find something to take me to this evening." She dries her hands on a towel and steps away from the sink.

As Jezebel prepares to make her exit, Amato opens his book again and nods to her, smiling still. "Have a good evening, Jez." The shortened name is hard on his tongue, but he manages all the same.

Jezebel smiles at Amato one last time. "Take care, Amato." Then she leaves the kitchen.


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