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Elmo Eveings - Gregory J. McKenzie
Chapter 1
Elmo was a tall man who tried to appear to be much shorter. His voice was powerful but he never spoke above a whisper. Fellow work mates could not understand where he was coming from. They could not file him away into a neat category. Elmo was neither young nor old. The most accurate guess from prying peers was that he was in his early thirties. No one had been in the office when he arrived. Most only stayed about six years at that firm. When probed at office parties Elmo gave vague replies. Many peers asked the same question which was,
Where did you come from Elmo?
His reply never changed. In a dismissive tone of voice he would say,
Oh here and there.
No further probing would get anything more out of him. In desperation a few peers might ask,
Have you got any family somewhere Elmo?
To which Elmo would always reply in a flat tone of voice,
None living that I know of anyway.
This response would dissuade even the most inquisitive peer from asking Elmo any more questions.
Still for some inexplicable reason everyone liked Elmo. A workplace psychoanalyst would say it was because Elmo was not ambitious. He never applied for promotion positions so never competed with anyone for a better paid job. In other words Elmo was no threat to anybody.
Maybe a sociologist might say that Elmo was liked because he was a good listener. Elmo would let other people talk on about themselves without interruption. It was like he had no ego to mention. In an office full of self-centered salespeople this made Elmo unique.
At staff drinks and office parties everyone tried to have a word with Elmo. Yet Elmo was always the first to leave. As far as anyone he had actually worked with could remember, Elmo never got drunk. He never told on anyone! If someone made a complete fool of themselves at the Friday drinks outings then Elmo would deny knowing anything about that incident. At one such outing a fellow staff member had one too many glasses of Irish Whiskey then began to sign songs from the old country. When absent staff asked Elmo about this he said that he left before it had occurred, which was not the truth.
In fact no peer could guess exactly when Elmo was lying. None knew his personal views or even his pet hates. So whatever Elmo said to a work mate was believed. At staff meetings Elmo answered direct questions about his work progress but never ventured anything else. He never asked a question at the staff retraining seminars.
Elmo was an enigma! After ten years of being happy to remain a sales clerk, he was starting to be treated like part of the office furniture.
Yet there was a sadness in Elmo's eyes that drew in certain types of women. He was never short of romantic overtures. Women looked into his haunted eyes before falling for his quiet charm. They lined up to go out with him but always were disappointed with the outcome. This had nothing to do with sex. Elmo was still a young man. The failure of their romance with Elmo rested on his refusal to open up about his early life. Any information about his family was strictly taboo. Women had affairs with Elmo without learning anything about him.
One day he received an email from a local law firm. They had traced him from his social media posts. It was to his rented apartment that a document was delivered to Elmo. This was a photocopy of a will. His uncle from back home had finally died. The document's covering letter said that Elmo Eveings was the sole beneficiary of a substantial family trust fund. Elmo was asked to attend at a legal office on any Saturday morning that was convenient.
Turning up the very next Saturday morning, Elmo went up to the legal receptionist. He showed Elmo into the floor conference room. A short time later two lawyers entered the room. The senior one said in a professional tone of voice,
"Elmo Eveings? My name is Barnard Cromwell. I am the senior partner here at Cromwell Cromwell and Cromwell. This is my junior legal clerk, Francis Upjohn. She will be taking notes. Is that okay with you?'
Elmo responded in a timid tone of voice,
Yes, but what is this all about?
This question stopped Barnard Cromwell in full flight and changed his fake smile into a genuine frown. He turned on his junior to say sharply,
I thought I told you to courier a copy of the will to Mr. Eveings. Did you do as I asked?
Fran Upjohn replied in a hurried tone of voice,
Of course Mr. Cromwell. I had the confirmation sent to my smartphone by our usual courier firm.
This reply caused Barnard Cromwell to swivel his gaze back onto Elmo before saying,
Perhaps you could show us some proof of identity. After all we are here to discuss a confidential matter.
Elmo took out his smartphone and brought up his passport ID app. Then he opened up his passport photo page which he showed to Barnard Cromwell. When Fran Upjohn had verified that the passport number on this page was the one assigned to Elmo Eveings, she nodded to her senior.
Mr. Cromwell then took up the charge by saying in rapid fire speech,
Your uncle died recently. His lawyer found his will buried in all his personal papers. That will left your uncle's sizable estate to you. His lawyer did a search that showed that you are his only blood relative still alive today. Thinking this rather strange in the Twenty First Century, he researched your family background...that is to say his client's family background. His findings were shocking and tragic. But they confirmed your status as sole heir under that will.
Elmo was obviously expected to respond at this point but he just sat there as painful memories came flooding back into his mind. When he did not speak for five minutes, Barnard finally got the message. In an embarrassed tone of voice he said,
Of course it was not our intention to reopen old wounds. We are merely doing a favor for your uncle's lawyer in Canada. He has asked us to inform you that if you would travel back to your homeland and visit his law firm then you will inherit a considerable fortune. It seems to be all tied up mostly in real estate......Ah is all that clear.
Elmo shook himself of the ghostly images that were gripping his imagination. His voice had a hollow tone to it when he said,
Perfectly clear Mr....Cromwell is it? But I have no intention of claiming this inheritance. So you see I cannot help you in this matter.
Now Barnard was shocked out of his stuffiness. He gasped,
You would be giving up the income from a multi million dollar trust fund. Do you realize how much that decision will cost you?
Elmo was unmoved. He shrugged his shoulders then said in a disinterested tone,
I have what I had before I entered your office. That will do me just fine.
Flabbergasted Barnard tried repeatedly to get Elmo to change his mind. But after thirty minutes of argument, he gave up. The senior partner was called from the room on an urgent international call. While he was absent Fran Upjohn asked Elmo a simple question,
"You went white when my senior was talking about you family history. Can I ask what happened to the rest of your family?'
Elmo thought that he would never see this woman again. He liked the look of intelligence in her eyes. So for once he relented to tell the ghastly truth about his family. He said in a subdued tone of voice,
When I was twenty one I went on a short holiday to an interstate resort facility. When I got back to my home city airport I expected my father to be there to pick me up. But only my uncle, the one who just died, was there instead. He was a widower! They never had any children. He was what we Catholics call my godfather. I knew something was wrong by the look on his face. He took me to an airport bar. We sat at a closed booth where he told me that there had been a bad fire at my home. I asked if anyone was hurt. He said that everyone was hurt that was in the house. Trembling I asked how badly they were hurt. He looked away but then said softly that they were all dead. My head swam with the news. At first I refused to believe that my lovely Mother, my great Dad and my brothers and sisters were no longer alive.
Fran could not resist extending her arm in sympathy. She tried to find some words of consolation. All she could come up with was,
You Catholics believe in heaven. Perhaps they are all safely in heaven.
Elmo shook his head before saying,
I am no longer a Catholic. I have not been inside any church for ten years. After the funeral I just lost my faith in organised religion.
All further questions were forestalled by the re-entry of Barnard Cromwell. He sat down brusquely before saying in a professional tone of voice,
"What exactly do you want us to tell your uncle's lawyer Mr. Eveings?'
Elmo looked him dead in the eye to say in a firm tone of voice,
Tell him that I will never return to my homeland so he may as well seek another heir.
The lawyer in Mr. Cromwell took over. He shook his head violently before saying in a harried tone of voice,
Your uncle's will is clear. Only a blood relative can inherit. You are the last blood relative. If you refuse this inheritance then your uncle effectively dies intestate. Good grief, that means the Canadian government gets the lot.
Unmoved by this revelation, Elmo said in a tone of voice that allowed no come back,
So be it. I will not care nor will I do anything to claim that inheritance.
There was no more to say so Elmo signed a statement outlining his wishes which was witnessed by Fran Upjohn. Then he left the offices of Cromwell Cromwell and Cromwell. Fran Upjohn escorted him to the weekend security lift. She got him down to the lobby. Then she said in a sad tone of voice,
Goodbye Mr. Eveings. I suppose that we will never meet again.
Elmo could see that look in her eyes but hardened his heart. He said in a tone of voice that spoke of final partings,
Thank you for the kind ear back there. Sorry to bore you with my past. You must get that a lot. But I wanted you to at least know why I could never go home. I hope you understand.
Fran nodded her head and smiled weakly. Then she shook Elmo's extended hand. Elmo left the building to walk to the nearest train station.
Chapter 2
Ever workplace has someone like Elmo! They are publicly lauded as being 'indispensable to the team' or 'trustworthy' or even 'generous to a fault'. But this only allows work mates to overburden them with favors. When someone in the clerical department had a difficult problem, they got Elmo to solve it for them. This meant that he often had to work back late to finish his own work. When it was convenient to do so, these same work mates would ignore Elmo's own pleas for some assistance. Finally, they would think nothing of making a joke about Elmo to amuse their own friends.
Elmo was not unaware of this parasitic behavior. He was a highly intelligent man. The fact that he had no high level tertiary degree allowed others to act superior in his presence. But Elmo did not care. Since arriving in this new country he now called home, Elmo had suppressed his own ego. Never voicing an opinion about anything, Elmo was mistaking labelled as introverted. In fact, he had withdrawn to avoid detection. Elmo did not want his past to catch up with him. So he kept his recent 'lawyer experience' to himself. When one work mate on Monday morning asked him,
Hey Elmo what did you do on Saturday? Someone said they saw you in the city around near the Park.
Elmo came up with a white lie in a flash of inspirational thinking and said in a light tone,
Yeah I went in to see the floral exhibition. It was amazing.
This silenced Elmo's work mate as he knew it would. This particular clerk was a sports crazed obsessive compulsive who thought floral meant something unmanly. So he stammered in reply,
Right, well, each to their own I always say.
Then walked away quickly. The staff room gossip was that Elmo did not go on dates. He was their token weekend 'recluse'.
In this they were hopelessly off track. Elmo did date women every weekend. But he made sure that those dates were never the same woman as the previous weekend. Elmo was still a young man but he had no intention of being a 'modern' young man. Women who dated Elmo knew as much about him before their dates as they did after these dates. Reflecting back on their dates with Elmo, they all realized that they had done most of the talking.
Assiduously avoiding all forms of intimacy, Elmo was able to avoid relationships.
Some clerks on the staff prided themselves on knowing everything about everybody. They tried to get the low down on Elmo. So they would ask him,
Where were you born Elmo?
He would pretend to be jesting with them when he replied,
Hopefully in a hospital but I can't be certain about that as I was a baby at the time.
Then if he got asked,
Where did you go to college Elmo?
He would invent yet another white lie by responding somberly with the following joke at his own expense
I was home tutored.
As for others who tried to get details on Elmo's past, they were often hampered by Elmo's strange surname. Almost always they got it wrong or assumed that Elmo was short for Elmer. The common mistake people made about his surname was the spelling. So he saw name tags at sales seminars with mistakes like
ELMO EVENINGS
or
ELMER EVINGS
or even
ELMER EVENS
None of these mistakes worried Elmo in the slightest. In fact, he never corrected them, so they appeared in lists of attendees at conferences he was forced to attend. To avoid any chance of someone recognizing him at any work sessions, Elmo avoided attending any of them. If he was at a beach conference center in summer, he went swimming. When the sales conference was at some chalet in winter, he went skiing. If it was the latest craze that sales conferences were held at bush setting venues then he went bush walking. In other words Elmo thoroughly enjoyed himself by not attending plenary sessions, sales lectures and work seminars. If his absence was commented upon, a rare event,