Charles is of course a member of those Hursts. The Hursts of Pennsylvania. One of the richest families on all of Earth and beyond. The family that single-handedly funded the completion of an entire warship class before The War began. The family many people think owns Pennsylvania, lock, stock, and ballot box. He’s Old Money as the saying goes. And he used all the money he could get control of to do something fantastic. Wolfenheim was his dream. Our first colony in alien space. Our first message to all of them, out there, that we were not content to remain in our own little corner of the galaxy. We were coming. We would always be coming. And we wouldn’t let even the Shang stop us. They tried. They tried real hard. But Charles had plans, and his plans saved a lot of lives when they came to fruition.
My Mom has cancer. Again. She had breast cancer over a decade ago, but has been cancer free since. A month ago, she saw a fast growing growth on her leg and decided she had to get it looked at. The doctors at Mayo didn’t think it was much, but they agreed to take it off and scheduled her for a quick surgery to do that. Two weeks ago, the results came back and it was cancer. Melanoma. A kind that starts in the skin but travels a lot. She was supposed to get it operated on yesterday, but she got a nasty cold and an infection while we were treating the surgery site. She’s on antibiotics now to treat the infection, and I have a plan to deal with it from the other side.
Several years ago, I had a similar wound in my leg that got infected. I’m remembering how we treated it back then, and I have plans for Mom now. Hydrogen Peroxide wash. Anti-biotic ointment. Petroleum Jelly-infused pads. I should have thought of these weeks ago, but it’s been years since I’ve used all of them and Mayo didn’t remind me. It bugs me sometimes, how much we know about how to stop infections…and yet we forget it all when the time comes to use it. We lose more people to infections than anything else. It’s been that way for thousands of years. Well, this infection isn’t going to get my Mom. Cause I both know AND remember, and there will be a reckoning now. And then its time for the Cancer to meet its end.
I had plans built over a lifetime. My friends and I had brainstormed over what we would do for decades. How we would transform my family into a force for good when we took our rightful places at the table. All of that planning would have been for naught had I never taken action. There are moments in a man’s life when his destiny is forever changed by a single act. The day Caesar crossed the Rubicon. The Christmas Eve on which Washington crossed the Delaware. The day I brought Dorothy into my conspiracy. She told me then that she had known all along what I planned. That she had been born to help me. She opened the doors we needed to make it all a reality. And she changed my life forever.
Charles Edward Hurst is one of the most interesting men in all the worlds that I have ever had the dubious pleasure of meeting. Don’t get me wrong. He’s a loyal friend and a trusted ally. But he was not the first young and spoiled spawn of a rich family I met in Northern Minnesota back in the day. I used to see a lot of his ilk come to the Lake Country on the border between America and Canada to sample our rare hills and forests. I may have acquired a dislike for them as I was growing up, and I recognized him as another fob the first time I saw him. I am both pleased and displeased to say that my first impression of him was wrong. Displeased because it showed that I was not as good at reading people as I thought. Pleased because I met a friend for life once I saw past his outer demeanor.
Alice – “He’s such a cute little guy. Look at those itty bitty pincers. And the teeny weeny tail. He’s so adorable, I just want to hug him. Can I keep it?”
Peter – “I’m not certain his momma approves of that idea.”
Alice – “Momma? Where?”
Peter – “Right behind you.”
Alice – “Oh. Is she big?”
Peter – “Yup.”
Alice – “Does she look dangerous?”
Peter – “Yup.”
Alice – “Should we run now?”
Peter – “Yup.”




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