The Gordon Heir

A Short Story
Written by Kertranka
03-22-2020
THE GORDON HEIR
03-19-2020
1:46 pm

THE GORDON HEIR

Chapter 1

It’s March 18th, 2020 Wednesday about twelve in the afternoon, and I am just finishing
up my morning routine. I texted my brother Tetherorance the night before, he replied…
gave me the green light to call. You see, he has become a cranky grumpy old man and
I’m finding new gentle ways to approach him. I pick up the phone and dial. “Hello” He
answered. “Hi Teton, how are you?” I said. “I’m good, and how are you?” He continued.
The introduction went on for a while and everything was pleasant. He mentioned the
medical procedures he had recently and how things are coming along. It’s been a slow
and enduring road to recovery, he’s making great progress. With detailed description he
explained it all. “My voice is a little hoarse, but I’m ok” He said.
Then we began reminiscing about family, friends, work, relationships, money etc…. the
very topics that fuel the flames whenever siblings get together. Funny that politics and
religion were excluded ha-ha. “I’d like to send you some support” He said. “Why?” I
replied. “Your work, I’ve been reading your stories. It’s the only way to keep up with
you”. “Wow!” I said laughingly. That was an unexpected surprise.” They are good and I
like them” “I would like to send something to you” he went on and I then interrupted by
saying “No, its perfectly ok for you to enjoy my work, I’m flattered” I am an author of
short stories. I told him how difficult and emotional it was to write about our parent’s life.
”If you want a really good laugh, read WHAT THE?!!!!! Another story I wrote” I said.
We chatted and chuckled a little while more. I was happy that we were speaking to
each other again, I began to express my emotions and I cried. For so many reasons I
sobbed. He was kind and caring just like a big brother. “Just let it all out” He consoled
me. “Sometimes I do the same” He said. “Certain situations of life are trying” After the
weeping stopped and I felt a little relieved, Teton told me of several types of jobs he had
in his career and how he favored one in particular. I could hear the excitement in his
voice as it peaked. Although he has done plenty and has accomplished much, I still hope
that he would resume the work he started many years ago in the arts. His drawings are
beautiful. I’m his biggest fan.
 Chapter 2

This is not the first recent conversation my brother Tethrorance and I have had. He has
been angry at me for a long time because I didn’t speak to any of my siblings. THAT’S
ANOTHER STORY.
January 13th 2020 Teton called. It took some strings to pull to make that happen. Again,
he’s a stubborn, grouchy old man. Thanks Bobo (Edwin Charles Boroughs). Well it’s
Monday around four in the evening and my phone rings. I see his name on the caller ID
and pick up “Hi, how are you? Thanks for calling me” I was ecstatic to hear from him.
“I’m good” He replied. We got through the introduction and immediately just like a
goofy older brother he started scolding me…duh! Some things never change. “Why
haven’t you contacted anyone in the family?” He yells”. “You got to stop being
untouchable!” “You don’t call and you don’t give anybody your number!” He continued.
I tried explaining, but he wouldn’t let me get a word in. Also I tried to be as nice of a
sister as possible and listen. He had a lot to say and did. Blasé, blasé, blasé. …etc. Then I
raised my voice and there you have it, an argument.
And it sound like this: He’s crowing loudly in my ear on his end of the phone like a
dumb rooster “Cock-a- doddle doooo!” and I’m speaking angrily in tongues on my end of
the phone “Esklee. Hoda, Maracumthreskla” I’m rebuking the devil and he’s not making
any sense, it’s just noise, absolute nonsense. If we were behaving this way in front of
young people, they would think that we older folks have lost our minds. This silly
argument escalated to the point that I had nothing else to say but to hang up on him.
“Bye!” I yelled and ended the call. A few moments later he called back and apologized.
“Hi sis, I’m sorry” “ look I don’t want us to fight anymore, I actually miss talking with
you and the kids” and “look I’m going to unblock your number from my phone, because I
do want to keep in touch” He calmly said. “I’d like that too” I answered. He gave me
more brotherly advice and assured me that things were going to be alright with us. Our
conversation ended. Two days later was my 59th birthday, I got a text from him…nice.

Chapter 3

I refer to Teton as the Gordon Heir because he is the second oldest son. I believe that it
is one of the main reasons a Father desires to have a baby boy. To rise, groom, and to
prepare him for the inheritance, whatever it may be. Overseeing and supervising the flock
that he leaves behind. Gaining much wisdom with each test, trial, and tribulation life
throws at him. As he ages, he recognizes and sees the blueprint of the plan that was
designed for him. To be just like the Father, (Matthew 7: 15-20 you shall know the tree
by the fruit).
Teton shared with me some of the downfalls he experienced and the time he
backslidden from the church. He found repentance and God saved him. He’s 64 years old
now, and lives here in Texas near me (but never come to visit me, I guess I have to make
the first move, duh!) I might see him on route back to Louisiana. A few months ago I
received a photo of him, in it were my other sisters and brothers, and they all looked
wonderful. Wayne, Donald, Gail, Judy, Monica. Keith and I are not in that picture. They
all are doing fine.
Tetherorance Richard Gordon is his full name. It’s a nice Cajun French Creole name.
The Bayou Prince still reigns, and is now a mean King. God gave him a harem. He’s been
married twice and has beautiful kids and grandchildren.
NOTE: Hey king! Still want to send coins my way? Then announce to your servants and
subjects, handmaidens and jesters, that there’s a storyteller in the land in need of a pot of
gold. I’m getting use to his new grumpy language. The unique way of saying “Hello” and
“I love ya” When he said his soul was troubled… he wasn’t lying. He still needs a lot of
Jesus.

I dedicate this little book to my big brother Teton, who only call me to yell at me in
frustration, when his wife is not around to hear what an old fool he actually is. His family
thinks he’s a Saint.

To all my readers
God bless and prosper,
Kertranka