And so Claudius rang Alexandria’s doorbell. “Hello?” she answered, “Who are you, kind sir?” “I’m Claudius Accurius,” responded Claudius, “I’m here to see, um, Ms. Maddox.” “I’m her,” Alexandria told Claudius. “Ms. Alexandria Maddox is my name.”
Mr. Pryce told Alexandria what they talked about. Then she allowed them into her house, and Mr. Pryce and Alexandria negotiated terms and contracts.
Once they negotiated the terms of the contract agreements, they went to an official court of law. Then they were next in line after a man named Gregorius Moncrief, whose case was shorter than they expected.
“State your names,” said the judge, “and why are you here?” “My name is Mr. Pryce,” replied Mr. Pryce. “My name is Ms. Alexandria Maddox,” replied Alexandria. “And my name is Mr. Claudius Accurius,” replied Claudius.
“We’re here for the legal actions of adoption, Your Honor.” “Okay,” said the judge, “you may all sit.” Then the judge began his Rules of the Court speech. “These are my rules, and please obey them,” the judge concluded.
A few moments turned into hours, and the judge finally accepted the adoption papers before Alexandria changed Claudius’ name and had to sign them.
“Sign the dotted x,” said the judge, “and he’s all yours after the payment is due.” “Thank you,” Alexandria accepted, “my sincerest acceptance, Your Honor.”
Then Alexandria paid and signed her name on the line, and she now owned Claudius’s new name. “So, what are you going to call me, ma’am?” questioned Claudius.
“Your new name,” Alexandria said, “will be Quantavius Dionardo Maddox.” “Quantavius, huh?” Quantavius said, “okay, I love it, mum.”
Alexandria was all tingly when Quantavius called her mum, “Sure, you can call me mum now.” Quantavius waited patiently until they got out of the courtroom to praise her for that.
“I sincerely praise you, mum,” said Quantavius, “and I love you, mum.” Then they left the courtroom and headed back to Alexandria’s household. “My, my,” said Mr. Pryce, “I’m like your daddy.”
“Daddy?” questioned Quantavius, “what do you mean…how come?” Mr. Pryce wanted to surprise them with a ring, but had none. “Let me get a taxicab again,” said Mr. Pryce. So he did.
A few minutes passed, and a taxi came to pick up Mr. Pryce. “Take me to Francine’s Jewelry, please.” Mr. Pryce told the driver. So, the driver drove him to the store, and he paid him. An employee was there to help Mr. Pryce out, and he picked out a wedding ring that was Alexandria’s size. “How much is this one?” Mr. Pryce asked.
“It’s £1,147.33,” said the employee, “if it’s this ring you’re asking for?” “It’s a 14k yellow gold ring with diamonds, right?” Mr. Pryce asked. “Yes, sir,” said the employee, “it is sized 7½, is that okay?” “Yes,” Mr. Pryce answered, “that’s fine.”
Then Mr. Pryce paid for the wedding ring, got a taxicab, and drove to his house to check out his collection of engagement rings, then drove back to Alexandria’s house.
Once Mr. Pryce paid both drivers for his trips back and forth, he bent down on one knee and got out his engagement ring. “Will you please marry me, ma’am?” Mr. Pryce said politely.
“That’s sweet,” Alexandria said, “of course I will.” So, they kissed each other. The next month came, and it’s now August 1950, and Mr. Pryce announced he was getting a wedding to occur. Then Mr. Pryce and Alexandria got married on August 5th, 1950.
After they got married, they flew to Rome for their honey- moon, where they got to sightsee. Once they were there, they got to meet the Italian president, Luigi Einaudi, in a place called the Quirinal Palace.
Then they headed to other sites to see all over Rome. They kissed all day long, and it became nightfall, as they flew back to England, where they returned to Alexandria’s household.
Strangely, Mr. Pryce was getting very sick and was sitting on the couch day and night, so Alexandria called 999 for an ambulance.
Then the ambulance came and took Mr. Pryce after the discussion of what had happened since they headed to Rome.
Alexandria and her son came to the room where Mr. Pryce was all wired up with an oxygen mask and an intravenous.
“Oh, honey,” Alexandria cried, “please don’t die!” Then the doctor came into the room and told them what had happened to Mr. Pryce. “This is the issue,” Dr. Elberton said. “It’s called pneumonia.”
“What’s that?” questioned Quantavius. “Lung inflammation caused by bacterial or viral infection,” answered Dr. Elberton, “in which the air sacs fill with pus and may become solid.”
Dr. Elberton continued, “Inflammation may affect both lungs (double pneumonia), one lung (single pneumonia), or only certain lobes (lobar pneumonia). As they were shocked by this, Dr. Elberton made them leave the room.
An hour passed, and Dr. Elberton came out with terrible news. “Your husband,” said Dr. Elberton, “has been terribly sick and close to death and needs to be hospitalized.”
Dr. Elberton gave Alexandria and Quantavius a moment with Mr. Pryce. “Dear Lord,” Quantavius prayed, “don’t let daddy die, and see if your angels can watch over him. Amen.” Then Quantavius cried softly.
Alexandria cried at Mr. Pryce’s bedside, “Oh, please Lord!” she cried, “don’t let him die! I’ll do anything just to keep him!” Then Dr. Elberton came back and told Alexandria and Quantavius that they had to leave, and then they left Mr. Pryce, hoping for him to stay alive.
Fifty minutes passed, and Dr. Elberton came out with more news: “Ma’am, he’ll be okay, but he will not live long.”
Then Alexandria and Quantavius praised the Lord and came into Mr. Pryce’s room to see him to make sure that he was remembering.
“Honey,” said Alexandria, “it’s me. I’m here, baby.” “A- A-Alexandria?” mumbled Mr. Pryce, “I’m going to be okay, but I’m not living long.”
“You are fine, I see Daddy,” said Quantavius. “Is that you, son?” replied Mr. Pryce. “Yes, daddy, I know the news,” answered Quantavius, “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.”
Then Alexandria and Quantavius left to give Mr. Pryce some rest. They came out of the room before Dr. Elberton told them that Mr. Pryce needed to be hospitalized until he felt better enough to go back home.
And they knew they could see Mr. Pryce any day they wanted until he passed. Then, sadly, as they came out of the hospital and cried, they went back home with the faith that Mr. Pryce would be okay.
Alexandria and Quantavius would’ve cried every day until Mr. Pryce came back home, and they knew that he’d be hopefully better.
A few weeks passed, and they returned to the hospital to see how Mr. Pryce was feeling. Then Alexandria and Quantavius checked into the hospital to see Mr. Pryce’s room, and they headed back into his room to visit him.
“How are you feeling, Daddy?” asked Quantavius. “I’m feeling 32.3% better.” Mr. Pryce answered. “So, are you feeling well enough to go back home?” asked Alexandria.
“Yes, it’ll take time with the discharge papers,” says Mr. Pryce. And they waited for Dr. Elberton’s handwritten signature on the discharge papers. Then they all went home.
Once they all got home from the hospital, Alexandria and Quantavius carefully hugged Mr. Pryce, praising the Lord that he stayed good enough to be okay.
“What’s this even for?” Mr. Pryce questioned, “I know that I’m still alive, but according to Dr. Elberton, I’ve only got two weeks of my life left.” “So, don’t be happy or sad yet.”
Then, after a while of hugging Mr. Pryce, they wanted to do things with him that Mr. Pryce had never done before. They went outside and drove him to wherever he wanted them to go to.
“Where do you wanna go, daddy?” questioned Quantavius. “Take me to a place called Buckingham Palace, please,” says Mr. Pryce.