Chapter 10

 'Who's Kenny, if I can ask?' Dennis asked Raymond as Raymond led him, limping, down a wing of the mansion he had yet to enter.
'He's my youngest brother, sixth in the family.' Raymond said, hobbling as he talked, 'He's a film bluff, quite a hardcore one too. Unless you are of his rank in movie knowledge, I strongly urge you not to bring up the topic of films in conversation with him, he will talk you to near-death and then some.'
'Was he the one who booby-trapped the theater?' Dennis asked.
'That's him, I tried to tamper with the locks once, got the deadliest electrocution experience any man has probably ever lived through to tell the tale.' Raymond replied with an ironically sentimental expression across his face.
They went up a flight of stairs and Raymond opened the doors into what appeared to be a sun room. The room seemed to be in between the first and second floors of the mansion, at level with the middle staircase landing. The chamber had a tiled glass ceiling and two walls made out of glass panels also, resembling a greenhouse.
'This was originally an indoor greenhouse,' Raymond explained, 'My grandmother was a good botanist, so I was told, and she kept this whole room worth of rare plants. They all died along with her. Since the rest of my family had been and are extremely non-gifted at raising greens, especially my little sister and that hot-headed cousin of ours, they're the leading plant killers in this family, did you see what The Storm did to those rosebushes outside? It's a good thing Mr. Quincy knows a few things about gardening, or else there wouldn't be any plants in this house, not even the cat grass. Quite lifeless this home is, as a matter of fact.'
The former greenhouse was laden with many musical instruments, including every one that can be found in an orchestra in the western hemisphere. The instruments were hung and rested on three large shelves, some gathering dust, and others were strewn on the floors. Dennis could not name the names of half the instruments in the room. In addition were many folded chairs, music stands, and stools. Nearest the entrance, on a rack hung what appears to be the most frequently used four of the many violins. Beside the rack was a stack of sheet music with the thickness of three library dictionaries and cases for the stringed fiddles.
Raymond picked up a violin that was lying on the cement floor and took a bow hanging from a music stand and began to fiddle absently with it as he sat down on a stool. He began to play a speedy tune.
'Do you know this song?' Raymond asked while his arms carried on playing without interruption.
'It's the song they air on the radio every Christmas.' Dennis said.
'Pachelbel's Canon, my personal favorite.' Raymond said, 'Have you fully acknowledged my supreme skill in musicality?'
Dennis realized that Raymond was carrying on a conversation as he fiddled the tune, it was as if Raymond's arms and mouth are being directed by two separate minds each concentrating on their own tasks. He nodded, fully amazed.
'You know,' Raymond said, still fiddling rapidly at twice the tempo Pachelbel's Canon was written for, 'I didn't know that very few musicians can talk and play at the same time, I only found out when I started teaching Addy.'
'Wow.' Dennis said.
'Wow indeed, if it wasn't for me none of my siblings would have become half as good as I am in this stuff. I mastered it first, the others followed in my footsteps...well, except for the twins, they are of a separate league.' Raymond paused in his speaking but the music continued, he was now replaying the piece from the start and from memory. 'Name any of the instruments in this room and I can show you a few moves with it.'
Dennis pointed to an erhu in the far corner, 'Where did you learn to play that?'
'That? Easy, once I figured out one stringed instrument, I figured them all out. More proof of my prodigal nature.' Raymond stopped playing abruptly and told Dennis to retrieve the erhu for him. Dennis brought the two-stringed fiddle and the bow to him and Raymond tuned it.
'With this one I had a bit of trouble, you see,' Raymond said, 'Barely anyone on this side of the world knew how to play the thing, and I had to learn Chinese to find a tutor. Believe me, I'm not one for languages.'
'You speak Chinese?' Dennis exclaimed.
'Enough to bargain in the markets.' Raymond said and laughed. He performed a short mellow tune on the erhu, and he said, 'This is a depressing instrument, that's what I think. I prefer the livelier fiddles.'
Raymond set the erhu aside and stood up on his good foot, he shoot his other foot and wiggled it, and then stood upright on both feet. 'I think I can stop pretending now.' He cleared his throat.
Dennis was so taken aback he moved back some steps and struck a gong.
'That's right, music and drama, my specialties.' Raymond bowed signaling the end of his broken foot performance, 'I learn from bone-shattering mistakes, that's why I wear steel-toed shoes now, they help my leg muscles get buff too, where ever I walk to.'
'You were very convincing.' Dennis said, straightening himself up.
'Oh you're flattering me, it's causing a man to blush, but indeed, I am.' Raymond smiled with self-assured dignity, 'Just don't tell Addy and The Storm, she'll come after me with a chainsaw if she found out.'
'Okay,' Dennis said, 'I never tell.'
'Great, I knew I could count on a little brother.' Raymond said, 'By the way, I'd like to show you something else, come this way please.' Mimicking a maitre d', he opened the door for Dennis and extended an arm in exit motion.
Raymond led Dennis up to the third floor and they entered the ball room. Two stories high and illuminated by three chandeliers, the spacious hall had two double-doors on opposite walls, and all across the walls large portraits were draped by brown tablecloth. More portrait frames were stacked along the walls and on the carpet, all of it covered by cloth.
Two life-sized portraits hung on the tall white walls were not covered. One of them was of a slightly younger looking Raymond in a tuxedo, standing with a wide grin, a hand wrapped around the fingerboard of a violin, the bow resting in his other hand on one end and the back of his neck on the other end, held like a whip.
The other portrait beside Raymond's was of Addy, also looking a few years younger, wearing a black dress top and holding a violin across her chest. Dennis realized that the portrait was only of her upper body, and on closer inspection he saw that the lower half of the painting had been severed along with the frame that held it. The canvas had been cut neatly across the width in a straight line, taking off the part of the painting that must have been Addy's legs. In the painting, she was smiling subtly, her black hair was longer, and her face seemed less pale. Dennis regarded the two paintings, despite their size, the dark room seemed too large for only two portraits.
Dennis heard Raymond's voice, 'We hope you can get us siblings united again, and then we can hang up the other portraits, and you'll be up there with us too, you bet.'

Chapter 9

The rain continued to fall heavily in the misty outdoors, and pools of water gathered in puddles in the pebbled driveway of the Wyatt Mansion. A black car made shiny by the rain was driving shakily up to the front entrance, it narrowly missed the cement fountain, and stopped just short of flattening a patch of bushes lining the wall of the house. By then Raymond had ran full speed to the doors to meet this new arrival, shouting, 'The storm is coming! The storm cometh! Oh! The Horror!' He was putting up a very convincing act, and Dennis speculated that Raymond might foam in his mouth in the next moment.
Addy asked Dennis to wheel her to the main entrance too, following Raymond. She looked excited, as if a long-anticipated guest had finally arrived.
'Oh, the horror! Run, hide, take shelter by any means! The terrible storm cometh!' Raymond was outside, frolicking madly in the rain, kicking up stones from the ground, running aimlessly in circles. He was at the top of his dramatic form, and excitement was coursing through his veins with vigor.
Dennis did not understand Raymond's act, he stayed inside the double doors and peered out from the glass panels as Addy too went out by herself to join Raymond and gestured for him to stop his mad raving. Addy unsheathed an umbrella for the new arrival, one that Dennis did not notice her picking up earlier.
The single occupant of the black vehicle - the driver - exited after some time spent turning off the ignition and closing the headlights. She was dressed in black down to her boots, matching her straight black hair and beret. She had with her a satchel on which were decorated with homemade buttons. She looked to be about Dennis' age. Dennis pushed through the doors to get a better look at her.
Seeing that Dennis had come out of the mansion, Raymond threw his arms wide and said, 'Aye, the storm has come! You've not taken my warnings to heart and sought shelter? It is now too late, Simone the Storm cometh in all her glorious terrors!' Raymond bowed.
'Oh shut up, Raymond!' The girl shouted. She signed to Addy, who signed back, and then noticed Dennis for the first time. She signed to Addy, pointing at Dennis occasionally, who replied without verbal translation, and then she concentrated her stare on Dennis alone. She assessed him suspiciously.
'So just who are you?' She demanded in a questioning tone.
'This, my little cousin, is Dennis, the right honorable Dennis Raveley.' Raymond said, putting an arm around Dennis' shoulders. Dennis looked at him, put before he could correct Raymond that he did not hold the title of right honorable, the girl had spoken.
'Raveley? What kind of a name is that?' The girl said, she crossed her arms.
'Good question!' Raymond held his hand up to stroke his chin, 'What indeed is the origin of this unusual name? I've never thought of it.'
'Of course you've never thought of that, I'm surprised an inept, stupid moron such as yourself even addressed this concern.' The girl said.
'Objection, inept and stupid are incorrect adjectives to describe yours truly.' Raymond said.
'As if, I can come up with ten better ones right now, let's try senseless, imprudent, ridiculous, half-witted-' She advanced upon Raymond and punched his arm. Raymond's face contorted into an actor's agonized face, and he fell back onto the ground, swooning.
He's a good actor, Dennis thought of Raymond. The girl captured his attention again.
'So, I've learned of your name through that neanderthal, and I've wasted enough time here in the rain, I'm Karla, Karla Simone, by the way of French descent. We shall see once inside whether I am pleased to have met you.' She did not shake Dennis' hand and Dennis did not offer his hand for shake. Karla went over to Addy and wheeled her in through the front doors. Raymond got up from the ground then and escorted a rather stupefied Dennis back under the shelter of the mansion.
Once in the front hall, Karla turned once again to Dennis and said, 'You've yet to answered my question, now, about the origin of your name, if you please.' Raymond had gone off to fetch his bazooka to show Karla, and Addy stayed to observe.
'I'm not sure,' Dennis said, 'I think it's a portmanteau.'
'A portmanteau, of what?'
'I don't know, maybe of Raven and Hedley, they form Rave-ley.' Dennis replied with a shrug.
'Hum, disappointing. I'd thought someone with such sophistication in appearance would be equally intelligent.' Karla exhaled, 'You're not meeting my gaze, what's troubling you?'
'Nothing,' Dennis looked up and into Karla's eyes, they were brown.
'You have very strange eyes.' Karla said.
'They're different.' Dennis said.
'They're...just-why are your eyes like that?'
'I don't know, I never read any books that could explain it.'
'You're a queer boy.' Karla said.
Dennis didn't say anything, he shifted his gaze a bit and then nodded slightly.
Karla signed to Addy, who pointed towards the hall leading to the kitchen, where Raymond was just returning with the bazooka in his arms.
'What in the world?' Karla exclaimed.
'Ha! Impressed, eh? I found this in the basement, why don't you examine it closely?' Raymond walked up to Karla and in a heave thrusts the weapon at her, who caught it in both arms and almost collapsed from the weight. 'It will do you good to strengthen up.' Raymond grinned at his little high-risk stunt.
While Raymond gloated to himself and others, Karla stepped forward and dropped the bazooka on Raymond's outstretched foot.
'YEAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!' Raymond howled in pain and fell sideways like a toppled stack of stones. He writhed on the carpet and rolled on his side. Karla flashed a satisfied smile and Addy rolled her chair to her and they high-fived each other. Addy smiled too.
Dennis winced.
'One more thing,' Karla turned to Dennis and stared into his eyes, 'You seem lacking somewhat, are you aware of that?'
'Nope, lacking in what?' He asked.
'In crucial human qualities.' Karla replied and strolled away with Addy.
'In crucial human qualities,' Dennis repeated to himself, 'what's that mean?' He asked himself.
'Come on, my friend Dennis, help me up, I still need to show you my musicality.' Raymond reached and pulled at the collar of Dennis' pants, he bent down to support Raymond.

Chapter 8

Addy's smile disappeared when she saw Raymond carry a bazooka into the kitchen, she pointed a finger at the canon and ordered Raymond to explain himself.
'I found this, literally found this lying around in one of the storerooms. Can you believe it? This thing can probably take down even the president's car with one hit.' Raymond cradled the bazooka with two arms, with pure delight written all across his face.
'It can also blow us all up if it goes off,' Addy said through the telecommunicator, 'You better take it outside. Is it loaded?'
'I found the missiles, but I couldn't carry them all up in one load, I'm going to go find a burlap sack to bring the ammo upstairs too.' Raymond made a move to go looking for the burlap sack.
'You better leave them, you're not an explosives expert.' Addy replied.
'So? I've studied weapons development, I know all about a bazooka.' Raymond turned to Dennis and said, 'I'm the only one in this family who had been to university, remember this fact.'
'You're also the only one to drop out of it.' Addy said.
'That's because I am a genius, and geniuses of my breed do not need diplomas or honours, I am above and beyond those items of insignificance, I am-'
'Stupid.' Addy finished the sentence for him.
'That only proves your jealousy. Tell me, which monumental genius of human history was recognised in his own time by his own people to the fullest extent? None. They all were misunderstood by their lesser peers and ostracised for their accomplishments. It's not a easy world for geniuses.'
Addy sighed and refused to rekindle this argument which they've had many times before. She turned back to Dennis and began typing, more words came out of the telecommunicator, 'So you've heard my plan, what do you think?'
During the time Addy and Raymond sparred, Dennis got up back onto his stool and sat there silently and politely waiting for the conversation to conclude. He thought Raymond's short paragraph about geniuses was very well spoken, and he was thinking about Raymond's question: which monumental genius of human history was recognised in his own time by his own people to the fullest extent? and trying to come up with an answer when Addy turned her attention back on him and asked him what he thought about her plan.
'Aristotle.' He said.
'What?' Addy typed.
'Aristotle, he was a recognised philosopher in his time and he was very popular.' Dennis said.
Raymond understood his response first, he said, 'But it wasn't until centuries later that greater geniuses discovered how wrong his doctrines were. That damaged rather than elevated his reputation.'
'That is not important,' Addy said frustratedly, 'How do you like my plan, Ray doesn't have the brains to give a credible opinion, I hope you do.'
'Will it work?' Dennis asked. He was still very full and the fall from the stool made his want to barf.
'It will, studies show that the best type of person to reunite an estranged family is an outsider.' Addy said.
'But that's not the only reason why we want you here,' Raymond added quickly, 'I always wanted a brother to follow in my footsteps and you are perfect for that.' He patted Dennis on the shoulder. 'Not to mention, if you do get the job done and us Wyatts become a pack again, I'll be able to collect a few more medals at the Music Olympics this coming year, and you can be our equipment manager during the trip, and we'll be able to do gigs, get invited to the philharmonics and the symphonics, and tour like we used to.'
'Dream on, I'm never playing in the same orchestra with you again.' Addy typed, 'You always second me to principal.' Even through the microphone, Addy's simulated voice had a tang of annoyance to it.
'You are musicians?' Dennis asked.
'The best in the world.' Raymond replied.
'Keep dreaming, you haven't even taken practicing seriously for the past two years.' Addy said.
'I'm a prodigy, I don't need to practice.' Raymond said, he shrugged.
'That's how prodigies sink to mediocrity.'
'Fine, but which one of us two here can play all of Paganini's Caprices?' Dennis knew that Niccolo Paganini was a violinist, so Addy and Raymond must both be violinists.
'You couldn't do his 24th.' Addy pointed out.
'I did so.'
'You used steroids.'
'Only once, just to see how it sounds once I get it up to speed.'
'And you didn't get it.'
'I did, only I didn't tell you, it would have hurt your feelings...and now I am doing just what I promised myself I wouldn't do.' Raymond sighed dramatically.
'Prove it.' Addy typed and crossed her arms, there was a scowl on her face.
'I'll get my violin.' Raymond said and walked out the kitchen door with the bazooka still in his hand.
'My brother's the biggest violin hot shot in the world, but not the best violinist, I can tell you that.'Addy typed. Dennis was having a slight trouble keeping up to speed himself, it was the rapidly shifting topic of the siblings' debates that were feeding him too much information he didn't understand.
'But that's the other thing I want to do too, the one Raymond brought up, we can compete in the Music Olympics as a quintet again if you get us back together.' Addy typed.
'You are renowned musicians?' Dennis asked with awe.
'Musicians yes, not renowned, I'm only twelve, that's too early to be renowned...but we were indeed very good.' Addy smiled, pleased about the subject. 'We, meaning Raymond and I and two of our other siblings, we formed a strings quartet, and my older sister accompanies us sometimes. That was three years ago. The most unbelievable thing about it is what Raymond chose to call the group, he came up with 'The Nuts Quartet', and that became our official title.' Dennis couldn't say anything.
'It's a reason for the Wyatt siblings to get back together,' Addy typed, 'We're a musical team, after all.'
Dennis thought of something; it was irrelevant to the topic at the time, but he blurted out anyway, 'So I'm kind of like Nanny McPhee...I mean about what you adopted me to do.'
Addy laughed, 'Kenny would have loved that reference.' She typed.
'Who's Kenny.' Dennis asked.
'He's-' Addy began but she was interrupted by Raymond, who once again burst into the kitchen carrying both a violin case and the bazooka, shouting, 'The storm is coming! The storm is coming! Oh take shelter, the storm is coming!'

Chapter 7

Raymond woke up and exhaled deeply before Dennis, who sat on a stool thinking all this time he was unconscious. It was eight o'clock in the morning and the rhythmic beats of the pouring rain continued to tap against the window glasses of the Wyatt mansion, the sound of the water droplets echoed within the vast halls and chambers of the deserted house, for no other sounds exist to penetrate the deep silence.
'Well, isn't that a nice way to spend morning, being injected drugs by a member of my own family,' He rubbed his eyes and stood up. 'You know Dennis, I'm usually good with names, unlike this morning. I think it's the sedatives that's doing the damage, I'm going to tell Addy to stop doing it to me arguing on this very case, because without me, her already lackluster public relations are all flushing down the toilet.' Raymond gave a wink at Dennis and set about collecting a pan, a spatula, and bread and eggs and butter from one of the refrigerators.
'Would you like bacon, or potatoes?' Raymond asked, looking up from his bent position with all the breakfast supplies gathered in his arms.
'Bacon please.' Dennis replied.
'No need for please, no sir.' Raymond chuckled and asked, 'Crisp or chewy?'
'I don't know.' Dennis said.
'I'll fry a batch of each so you can make up your mind for next time.' Raymond took out a package of bacon too from the fridge and went over the one of the ovens and dumped everything onto the stove surface.
'Now the grand chef will prepare for you, Mr. Dennis Raveley, the best french toast and bacon you shall ever taste, it shall satisfy you to no end and have you salivating for more until your stomach retches, then you shall recommence feasting these tender delicacies all over again.' Raymond said in an exaggerated and convincing Italian accent as he set the pan on a burner and set about preparing breakfast.
There came a knock on the frame of the kitchen door and Dennis and Raymond saw that Addy had returned. She spoke to Raymond in a string of sign language, and Raymond replied speaking and he laid the bacon strips on the pan.
'What? What do you mean you don't want bacon? And no french toast? What are you, on a diet?' He said incredulously. Dennis found it a strange situation that seemed Raymond was talking to himself.
Addy made more gestures including to herself, and also to Dennis, and Raymond laughed, he said, 'Did nobody ever tell you that you're the skinniest of everyone in this family? Oh right, you never let anyone see you, that's right, you're a bit socially handicapped too. Three major shortcomings and they all fell on you, between us I think you're the unluckiest person of this generation.'
Addy held up her middle finger at Raymond.
'Be warned,' Raymond said to Dennis, still joking with vigor, 'The kid sister is about to strike hell upon us!'
Addy opened her mouth and screamed. Raymond covered his ears. Dennis wasn't so quick to a reaction and he was knocked off his stool and lay dazed on the floor. When Addy saw that Dennis was on the floor, she stopped screaming. Dennis got back up and rubbed his forehead. Raymond uncovered his ears and said, 'While she can't torment us verbally, she packs a heavy punch in this other median, one that you just witnessed.' Raymond said to Dennis apologetically.
Addy rolled her chair to Dennis and said, 'I'm sorry, I lost my temper,' in sign language.
'That's fine, I emerge undamaged.' Raymond said. Addy gave him a dirty look.
'I'm okay.' Dennis said, he forgot that Addy could not hear him.
Addy nodded and smiled, she pulled him up to his feet. She made some gestures towards Raymond, who said, 'She said she can lip read, and she understands what you said.'
Addy gestured about something else, and Raymond held his palms up and said, 'Hey, I'm not acting translator here, Dennis, you better learn how to sign fast, because if you don't, I can't help anymore than I already am.' Addy slapped her forehead in frustration.
Dennis must have looked very surprised, because both Raymond and Addy grinned and Addy made some more gestures, Raymond translated, 'She said being deaf doesn't stop her from communicating,' Raymond lowered his voice to a whisper, 'But she's already such a hermit it would have made practically no difference whatsoever if it had been other-' he didn't finish his sentence because Addy picked up a rolling pin from the cutting table and hurled it at Raymond, who dodged at the last second to avoid a head shot, he fried the bacon, and then the french toast in silence, having had his fun teasing for the day. He wore a grin all this time and ducked two more utensils hurled with accuracy at his head by Addy during the remainder of his cooking time. He served the breakfast dishes in twenty minutes flat.
When Dennis tasted Raymond's cooking, true to Raymond's words, he stuffed himself silly. Dennis never had a strong appetite, and he surprised himself by finishing two full plates of food, plus a glass of mango puree. Addy ate relatively little, and Raymond continued his gibing by trying to spoon-feed her. She took out another syringe and Raymond jumped away like when a deer hears a twig snap. Raymond excused himself when he finished his meal ahead of Addy and Dennis and declared he was going down to the dungeons to scavenge for forgotten goods.
Addy again used her laptop to speak to Dennis, once they have both finished their meals and Dennis was having trouble getting up from his chair.
'Now that we're alone again, I want to clear up some loose ends, you only got to ask one question while we were outside, I imagine you still have a lot you want to know about.' She typed and the telecommunicator was turned on again.
'I can't think of anything,' Dennis said, breathing heavily, 'I'm too full.'
'Okay then,' Addy smiled, 'I will place myself in your shoes and answer all your questions that way. So, the first question you might be wondering about is why we adopted you.'
Dennis nodded, he didn't know who the 'we' stood for.
'It might seem shocking, but as you might have guessed we, that is Raymond and I, we don't live with our parents.' Addy began, 'That is the truth, we, the Wyatt siblings were brought up to look after ourselves, and there's nothing more to it. I said earlier that the people who would have lived in this house had circumstances occurred differently are currently estranged, that is also the truth.
'There are seven Wyatt siblings, I am the seventh youngest, Raymond is the fourth. One of them lives on the other side of this country, two live abroad, and I don't know where the eldest twins are. And that is the current state of my, should we say dysfunctional family. My ancestor amassed a large fortune and the later generations built upon that foundation, that is why as you can see we are quite wealthy.
'This is where you come in, Dennis. My family had drifted apart, and I want to bring them back together; to make this house feel like a large home once more. To do that, I need someone to bring the pieces together, and that's where you come in.'
Dennis took in and processed this odd information, he said, 'I'm going to be a social worker?'
Addy giggled, 'Jerry would have loved that comment.'
'Who's Jerry?' Dennis asked.
'Raymond's first younger brother; Karla can't stand him.'
'Who's Karla?'
'My cousin, she visits here often and on short notice.'
'So am I going to be a social worker?' Dennis asked, amused with a bulging stomach.
'Someone like that, you are going to draw my siblings back into this family.' Addy concluded.
Dennis thought about what he should say; he didn't feel he fits the criteria for a social worker, he was too young for that. He also didn't feel like an expert on family, he never had one. 'I don't know a lot about family.' He finally said.
'You don't have to, you just have to come with me and Raymond to visit our estranged siblings and get to know them, and then report what you find out to me, so I can come up with a bonding solution.' Addy broke down laughing after finishing off this sentence, interrupted by giggles, she said, 'It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?'
'Ah-ha! Even the brain of the house admits it! What did I tell you!' Raymond entered the kitchen in a sudden and surprised Dennis (who sat facing the doorway) to the extend that he fell off his stool again. Raymond was carrying a bazooka.

Chapter 6

Addy led Dennis down several darkened halls into a brightly lit chamber, the main kitchen. It was an impressive and monstrous room, an enormous cutting board lay in the middle of the wooden floor, two refrigerators, two stove top ovens and two basin sinks line the far wall with the windows overlooking the patio, a smaller sink and the majority of the cupboards took up the adjacent wall, and the opposite wall was made up of a dumbwaiter, a door to the wine cellar, another door to the basements, broom closets, a fireplace and cooking pots and pans hung by hooks on the whitewashed wall surface. The fourth wall was where Addy came in through the main sliding doors into the kitchen with Dennis in toll, pushing her chair along. A dining table was also backed on this wall. Beside this table table lay a young man in his twenties, he was unconscious prior and was just waking up. There was a small syringe jutting from his chest.
The young man came to a moment after Addy and Dennis entered. He sat up, rubbing his forehead and said while looking at Addy and the new arrival sleepily, 'Whoa, my little sister got a boyfriend.'
Addy tried to pay little attention to him but she was clearly amused and annoyed also by the young man's remark; Dennis was puzzled. 'Just in time.' Addy typed to Dennis, 'Meet my brother, a half-wit who is a decade older than me and a decade less mature than me.'
'Correction there, I happen to be a decade older, a decade wiser and a decade more handsome than my sister here.' Raymond grinned, motioning a thumb in Addy's direction, 'Mr. Raveley, I am the right honorable Raymond Wyatt.' Raymond extended a hand for Dennis to shake, he made no attempt to get up from his semi-risen position on the ground or take the syringe out of his chest, 'You may address me as Mister Raymond Harold Albert Frederick Timothy Wyatt, Esquire.'
Dennis didn't know how to reply to that, so Raymond continued, 'And you are to bow in my presence on one knee, order in effect this moment.' Addy barely suppressed a giggle, Dennis still didn't know how to respond, his mouth was open, Raymond grinned again and said, 'Just kidding, you can call me Raymond or just Ray, now help me up.'
Dennis pulled Raymond up to his feet and Raymond extracted the needle of the syringe from his body, wincing in the process, and held it up to Addy, 'If you keep injecting sedatives into me everything I attempt to aid your work, I just might become an addict.'
'You were distracting me.' Addy typed, looking at him maliciously.
'Only to correct what I thought was incorrect information on your part. Every host needs a fact-checker.' Raymond maintained.
'Not someone with an inferior intelligence such as yourself.' Addy typed. 'Put that transmitter on the table, so you don't have to carry it around.' said Addy to Dennis, who complied. She cranked up the volume of the transmitter using one of the many nobs on it, with another nob, she turned up the audio-reception range, so she could see what Raymond and Dennis were both saying.
Raymond didn't say anything, he smiled giddily and with buried affection. Raymond's age was twenty-one years old, but his expression spoke of a much younger, careless and naive self he had not grown out of. Dennis decided that he liked Raymond Wyatt too.
Now,' Raymond turned back to Dennis and said, 'Since you are new to the humble home of the Wyatts, I welcome your residence with uttermost zest, Mr. Raveley, and I must request your first name which has thus far eluded me.' Addy laughed and let her face sink into her hands.
'I'm Dennis.' Dennis said.
'Ah, so that's it, I remember it now! Mr. Dennis Raveley, welcome, I say, welcome to your home,' Raymond lowered his voice to a whisper, 'I know you are adopted into this family because my lonely sister wants a play date, but do not let that come between us, I always wanted another brother.' He patted Dennis on the back and then sank to the ground, unconscious. There was a syringe in his back.
'Don't worry about him, the sedative has no side-effects.' Addy said, rolling her chair away from behind where Raymond had collapsed. 'You look very surprised.'
'I thought he's an younger brother.' Dennis said.
'Many have, always after meeting me before Raymond.' Addy replied. 'When they find out I'm the younger sibling, they could never guess how old I am. Take a guess, how old do you think I am?'
Dennis, like many before him, found guessing Addy's age a strangely challenging feat, he couldn't guess by her appearance, which seemed completely off-par with her worldliness and radiating intellect. 'Are you fifteen?' He said with the most uncertainty possible in a sentence short of stammering.
Addy laughed, she was barely able to type out what she wanted to say, 'No! I'm eleven. Can't you tell?'
'You don't look...I mean appear eleven.'
'And you don't appear thirteen either.'
'I don't?' Dennis did not have time to think about how Addy came to know his age spot-on.
'You appear ten or eleven, like me.'
Dennis could think of nothing to say, his mouth fell open and stayed open. Addy covered her mouth again, her eyes bemused. 'I have to go find Mr. Quincy, stay here and when Raymond wakes up tell him to prepare breakfast, that's one thing he's ever good at, cooking. In the meantime, by all means, look around, this is where Raymond and I spend much of our time, you'll become used to it in no time.' Addy left, leaving the telecommunicator and her closed laptop on the table.
Dennis sat down on a stool and looked around. He liked the kitchen setting very much. It began to rain outside and his thoughts were just like the raindrops splattering against the window glass, he didn't know where to begin a thread of thought about this strange new environment he was thrust into. The thing he was puzzled about most now was the circumstances of his adoption, which he didn't understand at all now that he was able to put thought into it, the question was: who adopted him? It couldn't possibly be Addy or Raymond, because from what he had learned from spending all those years in orphanages, no one adopts children but parents, and where he was at the moment, he saw no parents anywhere.

Chapter 5

Situated some five paces away from Dennis was a girl of about eleven or twelve years of age, she sat in a collapsible wheelchair, a laptop balanced on her legs. Her hair was richly black and slightly curled, they came down to shoulder length and obscured a portion of her face, her skin color was milky white; a shade healthier looking than Dennis' colors. It could be assumed that they were related.
You must have many questions,' The voice said, coming from the telecommunicator, 'Now that I'm here, I will answer them.'
'Um...' Dennis thought, he looked at the device in his hand and then at the girl, 'What-I mean-is this you talking...um...in here?' He pointed at the microphone in the telecommunicator, raising it with the hand he was holding it with.
'It is, but I am not speaking, I am typing into my laptop.' The girl typed into her computer at an incredible speed and the voice from the telecommunicator said simultaneously. 'It's all technicalities, the words I type into my laptop are transcribed into an audio voice mode and sent wireless to the device in your hand, where you receive it. That is why the device is called a Verbal-Linguistic Transmitter.'
'The voice, it's the computer's voice.' Dennis said, he found it very difficult to match this person speaking to him with the monotonous voice of the telecommunicator, 'So how do you hear me?' He asked.
'Vice versa, the device transcribes your audio voice into words which I can read.' The girl said, 'Just more technicalities.'
'You do not speak-I mean, with your own voice?' Dennis asked.
The girl did not type out a response, she raised her left hand and rapidly spelled out a succession of gestures that Dennis did not understand, and then she typed, and the voice spoke, 'Do you know what those gestures mean?'
'They're in sign language.' Dennis said, recalling a book on non-verbal linguistics he had read in the library once and found really dull.
'Just then I had said: I am deaf.' The girl typed, 'I do have a voice that I can use, but I prefer this method with the laptop, it suits me better.' She looked up at Dennis and smiled. 'You look uncomfortable.'
'I'm...to me...the voice you are speaking with is strange.' Dennis said, a little embarrassed.
'I can change it for you, that's what I'll do,' She typed into her laptop and then typed some more, 'There, how does that sound?' The robotic male voice coming out of the telecommunicator transformed into a high-pitched girl's voice.
'It sounds better.' Dennis said.
'Don't you mean more suitable?' The girl said, smiling.
'Uh-hm, that's what I meant.' Dennis smiled too, but he did not meet her eye.
'I don't mind whichever voice I use, since I can't hear them myself, I could, but I like the silence. When you can't hear everything like most people, you can be a little selective on what you want to hear.' The girl typed, 'I believe we forgot our formal introductions, you are Dennis Raveley, and I am pleased to meet you,' She typed with one hand and manoeuvred her wheelchair towards Dennis, lifted his hand and shook it, 'I am Adelaide Wyatt, but that given name makes me feel like an old maid, call me Addy.'
'Good to meet you, Addy Wyatt.' Dennis said, their eyes met.
'You have very unique eyes, Dennis.' Addy said, 'They look nice.'
'Thank you, you have very nice hair,' Dennis said, 'It's unique.' Addy laughed, she did not need to type this instruction into her laptop, it came naturally.
Dennis did not remember the last time he had said something clever intentionally, he felt surprised as if discovering something on himself that he ever noticed before, like a birthmark (he still had not actually discovered a birth mark on himself). On that first day arriving at the Wyatt Mansion, Dennis formulated the opinion that he likes Addy Wyatt, despite knowing very little about her, and unknowingly to him, she felt the same way, despite already knowing all she could about him.
'Another rain is coming,' Addy typed, looking at the gray clouds rolling across the sky right above them. 'We should go inside and I'll introduce you to my brother, he will be delighted to see you, and remember what I've told you during the tour of our house, do not agree to his offers to take you on any sort of an 'adventure'. Can you push me?' Addy asked.
'Sure,' Dennis said and got behind the handles of Addy's wheelchair and together they headed back in the direction of the mansion.
'Can I ask a small question?' Dennis asked.
'Of course.'
'You have a large house, so a lot of people must live here, but I haven't seen anyone except you and Mr. Quincy, where are everyone else?'
'They're estranged and living elsewhere, right now, there's me, my brother, Mr. Quincy and you, and that's where you come in, you are going to help me make this house seem like a large house again.'

Chapter 4

Dennis stared at the walkie-talkie, or whatever it may be, for quite some time. He scratched his head and didn't touch the thing. He was thoroughly confused, as he rarely was.
'Hello? Are you still there? You are still there, aren't you?' The voice sprang from the walkie-talkie, causing Dennis to jump back. 'Don't be silent, it can't be that surprising to you, could it?' The voice said.
Dennis tried to say something, the words did not form at his throat as they were not conceived in his mind. He took a deep breath and tried again, 'Wh-o are you?' He asked, rolling out the words slowly.
'I'm glad you asked, but I can't answer your question just yet, you will have your answer shortly.' There was a pause, 'Are you still capable of following instructions?'
'What instructions?' Dennis asked.
'Good, so you're not as confused as I thought. Here's what you must do: pick up the Verbal-Linguistic Transmitter.' The voice spoke monotonously.
'What's the Verbal-Linguistic Transmitter?' Dennis asked.
'Oh right, I didn't tell you, it's the thing sitting in the armchair that looks like a telecommunicator.'
'A telecommunicator? You mean the walkie-talkie?'
'The walkie-talkie? Is that what people call them these days?'
'I read it in a book.' Dennis said.
The telecommunicator/walkie-talkie/Verbal-Linguistic Transmitter was silent for a while, and this time Dennis picked it up and whispered, 'Hello?' into what he thought was the receiver, a bulge in the metal surface of the small device that looked like half a microphone. The device was only the size of a pocket dictionary.
'Hello? Sorry about the static, I was interrupted. I'm still here, so have you picked up the device in which my voice is emitting from?'
'Yes, and it's called a telecommunicator?' Dennis asked, feeling the need to get some facts straight.
'Let's not worry about names of communications devices for now, so you've picked up the device, now exit the room by the door.'
'Okay.' Dennis walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He remembered something, 'Hello? I left my suitcase in the car I came by, can I go get it?'
'It's been delivered to your room,' Said the voice, 'There's no need to retrieve it now, right now I will take you on a tour of the mansion that is your new home. You just have to hand on to this device in your hand and I will tell you where to go.'
'Okay.' Said Dennis, looking down both ways of the hallway he was in, a narrow aisle extending to the front and back of the mansion. One end of the hall was completely covered in darkness, the other end was met with a wider hallway more brightly lit.
'And after that you will meet me in person, flesh and blood this time.' The voice said, 'Turn left and walk to the end of the hall, you will arrive in a wide hallway.' Dennis obeyed and walked to the wide hallway, it was decoratively carpeted and lit by dim lanterns on both sides of the red wood walls, there were other doors in the hallway and the ceiling was twelve feet from the ground, it was fashioned with mosaic tiles and arched upward towards the middle.
'Now turn left again, and keep walking.' Dennis did as the voice said, which spoke again to narrate the building's history; an omnipresent tour guide, 'This mansion was built around three centuries ago by the ancestor of my family, and the surrounding ten square kilometers of land are mine too, it explains why it took so long to drive you here. If you walked at a normal pace, you should now have arrived at the theater, immediately to your left.' Dennis looked to his left and found the double door with the plaque 'theater' embedded into the wood, the handles were padlocked. 'If you are wise, you will never attempt to enter there uninvited, I assure you there are booby traps in there that will injure you gravely. The theater belongs to my brother, whose obsession I will elaborate further at another time. Now keep walking and you will reach the second grand staircase, take a moment to gawk if you must, and through the doors to the right of the staircase is the library. The hallway should be about ended now, and you will come to an even wider hallway, this is the main hall spanning the width of the mansion. Avoid this hallway, today is an exception, there are other ways to get around the house, use those ways which I will show later show you, I repeat, stay out of the main hallway if you want to avoid getting struck by a motorcycle driven by my other brother who is mentally challenged-' The voice was suddenly cut off and static ensued, then it came on again, 'Sorry about that disconnection, there's a glaring error in the information just given, I am not mentally challenged! I repeat, I am not-' The voice became disconnected again, though the tone did not change, it appeared to Dennis that the person on the other end of the telecommunicator was experiencing an episode of split personality, and then it resumed just as suddenly, 'Okay, as I was saying, do not venture into the main hallway on a regular day, now, there are many other places to see, let's start in the basements, you will find the stairs leading there at the grand staircase, and directly opposite is the main entrance by which you came in with Mr. Quincy.'
'Is Mr. Quincy the chauffeur?' Dennis asked.
'He is.' The voice replied.
'Why doesn't he speak?' Dennis asked, remembering how the chauffeur did not say a single word to him during the trip here.
'People such as Mr. Quincy are paid to drive, not to speak.' The voice said, 'Moving on, down one flight of stairs is the main exit to the basements...' The voice guided Dennis to the places of interest in the mansion, including the wine cellar that was stocked with sodas, the ball room, the gym, the test-bunker (the voice said it is another place that Dennis should never enter uninvited, and even when he is, he should be wise to decline the offer), the toys storage (with enough objects to fill two toy stores), the main dining hall, kitchen and den, and then the voice guided Dennis to the outdoor pool on the large patio at the back of the mansion that overlooked a valley of pine and spruce.
Dennis stood by the railing of the patio for a while, the gusty wind blowing in his face and the lingering rainclouds rumbling overhead. The voice told him a bit about the surrounding lowland, which it referred to as the 'backyard' of the mansion. Apparently having concluded explaining the geographic features of its family's land, the voice fell silent. Dennis looked towards the pool, twenty-five meters in length, and recalled that he couldn't swim. He turned his sight away from the mansion, built of pale stone and cement and resembling a palace for a monarch. He looked once again out into the open of the valley beyond the patio; he liked the scenery.
'Hello? Are you there?' The voice said.
'I am, is the tour finished?' Dennis asked, his gaze remained fixed on the valley.
'It is, we are going back to the house for some breakfast, turn around.' The voice said.
Dennis turned around and nearly tripped over his leg in surprise.
'Hello, I am pleased to meet you.' Came the voice from the telecommunicator still clutched in his hand, while the person who had come up behind Dennis typed into a laptop with one hand, and raised the other hand to greet him.