"Breakfast at Bernanke's: A tale from the fly on the wall."Submitted by CRinMI on Thu, 05/10/2012 - 22:16
“Ron, I have just one question for you.” said Ben. "By all means Ben. I am listening.", Congressman Paul assured his host.
"Well, you see Dr., we have taken notice of your recent success in your campaign and...well, we are a little concerned."
"You should be", Ron said through a light chuckle.
A slight, insincere smile flashed across Ben's face as his eyes darted to the table in front of the two men and then back to Ron's face. Ben's hesitation prompted Ron to speak, "What is it Ben? Are your eggs cold?" teased the Congressman.
Ben nervously laughed for a brief instant. "No, no...it's just that. Why is this so hard?" Ben said as he slapped both of his hands down on his legs while leaning back in his seat, looking up as if seeking some influence from another realm of reality. From that position he continued.
"It wasn't this hard with the others!"
"Oh, Ben! Just say it. I have heard it all. You know I have gotten some pretty thick skin the last few decades." Paul said coaxingly with a smiling stare.
A forced exhalation puffed up Ben's cheeks after which he gently put his plate of scrambled eggs to one side and crossed his fingers on the table in front of him, he leaned in on his elbows as if to get as close to Ron as he could without making the situation any more awkward then it had just become. His eyebrows arched, his forehead wrinkled and in a low voice he spoke. "Ron, how much do you want for your soul?"
"What!? Come on!" exclaimed Ron as he lightly batted away the question with one hand. "Real funny Ben. I thought you were wanting to discuss something serious. I am very busy you know and there are a lot of important things that need to be talked about."
Ben held his hunched over position and stared into Ron's brown eyes, saying more than words ever could. At the same time Ron straitened in his seat and crossed his arms. His chin raised slightly and his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he returned the stare with an even more serious look than his company was giving.
"How much you got, Ben?"
A slight crooked smile that bordered on a sneer, reminiscent of Cheney slowly creeped across Ben's face as he sat up keeping only his crossed fingers on the table now. Slowly tilting his head to one side he responded. "Enough. More than enough, Ron. You know that. How about one hundred billion? Sound good?"
"Sure," said Ron maintaining his stoic seat. "Just one thing though."
"Whatever you need Ron. Just say it."
"Gold. I want every dime of it in gold."
Ben's eye's instantly widened though only for a moment as he tried, and with some success, to maintain composure. The two men only stared for a moment. A dry gulping sound emitted from Ben's throat as a single bead of sweat made it's way down one cheek. Details that were not lossed on the good Dr. Paul.
Ron returned the coy smile and let his arms down so that his hands rested on the edge of the table. “That’s what I thought.” said Ron, slowly shaking his head.
For a moment Ben remembered being caught as a boy stealing change from his mother’s purse. Ron’s head movement reminded him of the wagging finger of his upset mother. A memory Ben quickly dismissed as he tried desperately to give nothing away by his slight loss of composure.
Ron slowly stood up from the table with a cloth napkin in hand. He broke the wide eyed stare of Ben, gently wiped his lips and lightly dropped then napkin on the table.
“I’ll be seeing you again real soon Ben. Thanks for the bagel and juice.”
Ben said nothing and only kept his eyes fixed on Ron as he turned and walked away. In the same moment that Ron was met at the dinning room door by one of his staffers, a thought tumbled it’s way through Ben’s frantic mind.
“I sure hope not Ron. Though I think you may be right.” He looked away from the man who had just seen through his facade as if it were a night gown and fixed his eyes on his lap where at the same time he put his cold, sweaty hands. Then, under a hushed voice, like he were whispering to a flea he spoke. “Sorry mom.”