"Wesley Dodds," Alan clarified with a firm, respectful nod. "The first of us. The one who, in a sense, started it all. He was known by most as the Sandman."
He breathed in deep and took a sip of the water in his hand for himself. No sense wasting it.
"And yes, he took Sandy in. He was the nephew of Wesley's lifelong companion, a miss Dian Belmont if you can believe it." And that was a name Scott very well might have known, considering that she'd been a rather popular novelist in her day. The woman made friends with Hemingway, if one could believe that, as much for her brilliance as her unquestionable brass balls.
"Too bright for his own good, that one. Figured out what Wes was doing and decided to cut himself into the action. Oh, that was a mess." Alan ran a hand through his hair and let out a soft chuckle. "I still remember the whole thing. An absolute mess. But Sand's always been diligent. He worked hard to be an asset instead of a liability. Convinced Wes to get a bit more in line with the rest of us. Made his own uniform. Called it the 'best job in the world', helping Wes."
And then, of course, everything had gone to hell. His head dropped a little.
"It killed Wesley when the accident happened, absolutely killed him. Took the wind right out of him. Of course, we'd all told him it was a terrible idea and we laid into him about it. How could we not?" They'd all loved Sandy. "I stand by what I said then, always will, but I suppose we could have given the man a bit of time to grieve."
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Date: 2015-10-14 02:26 am (UTC)He breathed in deep and took a sip of the water in his hand for himself. No sense wasting it.
"And yes, he took Sandy in. He was the nephew of Wesley's lifelong companion, a miss Dian Belmont if you can believe it." And that was a name Scott very well might have known, considering that she'd been a rather popular novelist in her day. The woman made friends with Hemingway, if one could believe that, as much for her brilliance as her unquestionable brass balls.
"Too bright for his own good, that one. Figured out what Wes was doing and decided to cut himself into the action. Oh, that was a mess." Alan ran a hand through his hair and let out a soft chuckle. "I still remember the whole thing. An absolute mess. But Sand's always been diligent. He worked hard to be an asset instead of a liability. Convinced Wes to get a bit more in line with the rest of us. Made his own uniform. Called it the 'best job in the world', helping Wes."
And then, of course, everything had gone to hell. His head dropped a little.
"It killed Wesley when the accident happened, absolutely killed him. Took the wind right out of him. Of course, we'd all told him it was a terrible idea and we laid into him about it. How could we not?" They'd all loved Sandy. "I stand by what I said then, always will, but I suppose we could have given the man a bit of time to grieve."