EMPRESS THERESA
Norman Boutin
ISBN-13: 978-1495450426
ISBN-10: 1495450422
Copyright 2010 Norman Boutin
Cover image by Norman Boutin
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is a coincidence.
Im very simple. I follow my conscience. I am what I do. If you think thats easy, try it for one day!
----- Theresa Elizabeth Sullivan Hartley, the World Empress
What is man that you are mindful of him, and a son of man that you care for him? Yet you have made him little less than a god.
----- Psalm 8:4-5
You can teach millions something more important. When the world falls apart around us, we look within ourselves and find ourselves. Show us whats within you.
----- British Prime Minister to Theresa Hartley
EMPRESS THERESA
Chapter 1
Im Theresa, the younger daughter of Edward and Elizabeth Sullivan, and I hope its not bragging to say I was cute as heck at age ten. Everybody in the family said so. I was the princess in the Sullivan clan of Framingham, Massachusetts because besides being cute I was a whiz in school and had a good disposition. All the relatives expected great things from me.
Nobody could have dreamed of what I would do a few years later, and nobody would have believed it if theyd been told. Prime Minister Blair said Id still be remembered in a million years.
Did you catch that?
Churchill, Hitler, and Lincoln will be footnotes in dusty history books a thousand years from now, and nobody remembers Charles Martel who saved Christianity in Europe by winning the Battle of Tours thirteen hundred years ago to set up the world as we know it today, but Prime Minister Blair said Id be remembered for a million years. Mr. Blair is not inclined to exaggerating. I was the last person you would expect to earn that accolade. I was a nobody from nowhere. When this story began I was a little girl who didnt have much of a clue about anything. My job as a kid was to figure out what the heck was going on and what to do about it. Its not easy when youre young and everything is brand new.
My father once served a tour in the Navy. He said I had to be the captain of my ship but sometimes the seas would be rough. I had to learn all I could about the world. I wondered why should I be worrying about it in the fourth grade? Id soon find out.
Were lost in this confusing world unless we follow the directions of its Maker. I did. Its the only thing that got me through.
Everybody has pressures. There are two kinds. One is threats to your life and health. I had more than my share of that with a thousand assassins wanting to get me. The other kind is bearing responsibility for other peoples lives and welfare. Thats really tough if you care about them. I set new world records in that department. People were sure Id crack under the pressure, but I didnt. It will take smarter heads than mine to figure out why not.
Ill be telling my own story which is a good thing because nobody knows it as well as me. The drawback is that there are some things I cant know because I wasnt there. For example, Prime Minister Blair and President Stinson mentioned they talked to each other on the phone. They must have talked with many other heads of state and it would be interesting to know what was said. Its a sure bet they discussed how to eliminate me if I got out of control, but I cant know any of that. It can be frustrating not knowing these things. But remember youll learn things in the same sequence I did. Somebody else telling my story could only say what I did in the world. They couldnt get in my head like you will. Youll see what a horrible, worldwide mess I had to deal with.
My story began quietly with no hint of what was coming.
I was home with my 17 year old sister Catherine who was old enough to be my babysitter. She made it possible for mom to go back to her part time job without leaving me alone. Catherine hadnt been a whiz in school like me and she was thinking of going to one of the many trade schools around Boston after high school. Mom and dad said I should go to college.
Oops! Before going on I have to mention an odd incident that happened six months before I was born. Mom was raking leaves in the backyard when she noticed a fox sitting on its haunches ten feet away. It was staring at her. A metal rake is a good weapon against a creature as small as a fox and mom held her ground. After five minutes the fox walked away. This strange event seemed unimportant. My parents forgot about it for eighteen years.
OK. Now I can begin my story.
Our house was next to a pond close to the river where all the neighborhoods kids spent many happy hours looking for turtles and frogs. I was lounging on the deck reading a book on the school summer list. Catherine was inside reading a magazine.
Taking a momentary break from the book, I noticed a red fox walking along the pond's edge. It disappeared behind the little patch of woods which dad let grow wild like most of the neighbors. This was very rare. Red foxes were never seen in broad daylight during the summer months. It didn't happen.
Then something really amazing happened. It came out of the woods and walked towards me!
I kept still and waited to see how close it came before noticing me. It was sixty feet away, forty, twenty. By now it was clear it was looking at me. I considered running into the house, but curiosity won out.
The fox reached the four steps of the deck. It came up the steps, stopped, and sat on its haunches staring at me. It did not seem vicious so I waited.
In an instant, faster than you could blink an eye, a softball sized white ball emerged from the fox and went straight into my stomach.
I screamed and ran into the house. The fox ran away. I slid the glass deck door closed and locked it just in time to see the fox disappear in the woods.
What did you scream for? asked Catherine who had walked into the kitchen.
There was a fox out there.
He wont hurt you she said and went back to the living room.
I stood at the glass door for five minutes watching for anything else that might happen. At last I thought it was all over.
I went into the living room to sit down and think. What was that white thing? I couldnt come up with any theory. It was nothing I had ever seen on those television nature programs.
Perhaps it was a daydream from not eating enough. Mom had warned me about that. At age ten I was already conscious of my weight and tried to stay skinny. I should eat something.
I went into the kitchen to prepare an early lunch of fried eggs, a strip of bacon, toast, and milk. I gobbled all this down in a couple of minutes and soon felt better. It was too little eating after all. Nothing had really happened.
Satisfied, I walked back into the living room to find something else to do. I turned on the television and watched the late morning talk shows for a while.
I heard fire trucks in the distance blaring their deep toned sirens. These trucks could be heard from a mile away. They were coming closer. And closer. Soon the sound made it obvious they were in the vicinity of our street. My intuition told me this had something to do with the white thing that jumped at me.
I went out the front door and waited on the lawn. The sirens were very close, and, yes, there they were turning into the street, a tanker truck and a small ladder truck. The two vehicles went halfway down the street and stopped. Already people were coming out of houses to watch the excitement.