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[February 20th] [Perry Mason] Candles and the Snow, 20
I forgot to post this in the early morning like usual because I was finishing up a long-stalled chapter of a West Side Story fic....
Title: Candles and the Snow, scene 20
Day/Theme: February 20th - Like fragile ice, anger passes away in time
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Hamilton Burger, Mignon Germaine
Rating: G
Time Period: Present day
Referenced: Season 8, episode 21, The Case of the Fatal Fetish.
By Lucky_Ladybug
Hamilton swirled the ice cubes around in his glass as he stared blankly at the container. The bits of frozen water clanked against each other and the sides of the glass.
“Are you feeling any better?”
He glanced up at Mignon’s voice. She was in the next chair over, having just started on her own glass of water.
“I guess so,” he sighed. “I don’t feel angry or frustrated any more. I just feel tired and worn-out. And stupid.”
“You’ll be fine,” Mignon said. “How many times have we had this conversation?”
Hamilton scoffed. “More than I can count, or would even want to,” he said.
“But you have noticed it’s become less frequent through the years,” Mignon said.
“I suppose,” Hamilton said. “It won’t feel like I’ve really accomplished anything until I can get to where it doesn’t happen at all.” He peered at his long-time friend. “How do you do it, Mignon? How do you stay so calm and collected all the time? You’re like a female Perry Mason.” He flushed. “Well, in that aspect only,” he mumbled.
Mignon was amused, but quickly sobered. “It may have started because I didn’t want to worry my family,” she said. “They had so many other things to worry about. And over time it became second nature to me.
“But I have lost my temper sometimes. I crafted that doll of Carina Wileen and stabbed it, when her torment of Larry became too much for me to take. I wanted to send her a message that I would not stand for it.” She looked at the table. “Instead I sent a message to Curt Ordway that inspired him to kill her. And Larry took the blame. I still regret that.”
Hamilton stared at the ice in his glass. They had been lucky to have been able to unravel that mess before any serious or permanent damage had been done to Larry’s life or career.
“I’m afraid of something like that happening someday because of one of my outbursts,” he admitted. “Or that a killer might end up being set free.”
Mignon leaned back, looking to him. “I can’t believe that would happen, Hamilton,” she said. “But I understand your concerns.”
They sat for a while, neither knowing quite what to say. Even though Hamilton had been learning how to better control his frustrations, it would only take one outcry for something to go drastically wrong, as Mignon herself had discovered.
“All I can really tell you is to keep doing all you can and hope for the best,” she said at last. “It sounds trite, but I don’t mean it to be.”
“I know,” Hamilton nodded. He toasted her with his glass. “Thank you, Mignon.”
Title: Candles and the Snow, scene 20
Day/Theme: February 20th - Like fragile ice, anger passes away in time
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Hamilton Burger, Mignon Germaine
Rating: G
Time Period: Present day
Referenced: Season 8, episode 21, The Case of the Fatal Fetish.
Hamilton swirled the ice cubes around in his glass as he stared blankly at the container. The bits of frozen water clanked against each other and the sides of the glass.
“Are you feeling any better?”
He glanced up at Mignon’s voice. She was in the next chair over, having just started on her own glass of water.
“I guess so,” he sighed. “I don’t feel angry or frustrated any more. I just feel tired and worn-out. And stupid.”
“You’ll be fine,” Mignon said. “How many times have we had this conversation?”
Hamilton scoffed. “More than I can count, or would even want to,” he said.
“But you have noticed it’s become less frequent through the years,” Mignon said.
“I suppose,” Hamilton said. “It won’t feel like I’ve really accomplished anything until I can get to where it doesn’t happen at all.” He peered at his long-time friend. “How do you do it, Mignon? How do you stay so calm and collected all the time? You’re like a female Perry Mason.” He flushed. “Well, in that aspect only,” he mumbled.
Mignon was amused, but quickly sobered. “It may have started because I didn’t want to worry my family,” she said. “They had so many other things to worry about. And over time it became second nature to me.
“But I have lost my temper sometimes. I crafted that doll of Carina Wileen and stabbed it, when her torment of Larry became too much for me to take. I wanted to send her a message that I would not stand for it.” She looked at the table. “Instead I sent a message to Curt Ordway that inspired him to kill her. And Larry took the blame. I still regret that.”
Hamilton stared at the ice in his glass. They had been lucky to have been able to unravel that mess before any serious or permanent damage had been done to Larry’s life or career.
“I’m afraid of something like that happening someday because of one of my outbursts,” he admitted. “Or that a killer might end up being set free.”
Mignon leaned back, looking to him. “I can’t believe that would happen, Hamilton,” she said. “But I understand your concerns.”
They sat for a while, neither knowing quite what to say. Even though Hamilton had been learning how to better control his frustrations, it would only take one outcry for something to go drastically wrong, as Mignon herself had discovered.
“All I can really tell you is to keep doing all you can and hope for the best,” she said at last. “It sounds trite, but I don’t mean it to be.”
“I know,” Hamilton nodded. He toasted her with his glass. “Thank you, Mignon.”