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* * * Continued from Part 5 * * *
I owed Mr. Mayes a lot and I knew it couldn't possibly be his fault,
but I couldn't go back to work for him after being shot during the
attempted robbery.
I spent most of the night reminiscing. A nurse checked on me
occasionally, clucking her tongue in sympathy. She commented more than
once that I should try to get some rest. I was too keyed-up to sleep, I
wanted to tell her. Instead I just looked at her and nodded, still lost in
my thoughts.
Mother got Scotty off to school that morning. She kept a few changes of
clothes for him at her house. His room at my mother's house used to be my
old bedroom. He loved sleeping in there, discovering my collection of
stuffed animals Mother still kept clean and dust- free. She let him bring
one of them to school this morning, tucked into his backpack and away from
the other children. She thought it would make him feel better. My mother
was thoughtful that way.
My doctor released me that afternoon with a few prescriptions and strict
orders to keep my arm immobile and propped up on occasion. I wouldn't be
able to go back to work for another week. Of course my employers
understood perfectly. Mother stood by my side running her fingers through
my hair, the way she used to do when I was a little girl.
I studied my mother's face as she settled me into her car. She was
still a beautiful lady, age had only strengthened her. Her eyes were still
a vivid blue, wrinkled and wise. Her hands were delicate but strong. She
leaned across me to buckle my seat belt, just like I was a child. I
smelled her perfume, 'Linen'. That scent is my mother, always and forever.
I inhaled again, reaching up to hug my mother's neck. She patted my arm,
kissing my cheek.
"Mr. Mayes called this morning. He's terribly worried and upset. He's
already taken care of the hospital bill," Mother said later as she drove me
back to my apartment. "Honey, did you hear me?" Mother reached over and
patted my leg as she drove. "It'll be alright dear. You're a tough young
lady, you've proven that more times than most girls your age. We'll get
through this."
I knew she was referring to that time eight years ago when I lied to her
about the rape. I started crying quietly. Mother pulled into my apartment
complex and stopped the car, reaching over to pull me into her arms. I
began to sob uncontrollably. She rocked me quietly in her arms, just like
I would rock Scotty if he were hurt or upset. "Mother, I need to tell you
something," I began. The rest of the story poured out right there in the
front seat of her Toyota Camry.
I don't know what I was expecting - maybe that she would have a hissy
fit and disown me and Scotty. Now I see that was absurd and I even
wondered at her calm reaction. In the end she said she understood and she
would do all she could to help me settle this thing. I felt an eight year
load being gradually pried from my shoulders.
A few days later Parker called. He wanted to speak to me about a few
things, mainly to do with getting in touch with Blake's family and with
Lance. I agreed to meet him at a park near my apartment, a place Scotty
liked to play.
We greeted each other with a smile, he shook Scotty's hand, which
impressed Scotty tremendously. "Scotty, isn't that Brad over there by the
sandbox?" I asked. Scotty looked over his shoulder and took off towards
his friend, leaving us alone.
"How's your arm?" Parker asked, looking me up and down. "It's getting
better. The doctor said I should be able to go back to work tomorrow, no
typing though. I'll be glad to have something to do, if you want to know
the truth. The day just drags on too long when I'm sitting at home staring
at the walls, thinking . . ." I trailed off. I pulled self-consciously at
the hem of my white shorts. I tilted my head up to look at Parker from
under the brim of my baseball cap. I smiled and shrugged uncomfortably.
"About that," Parker began. "I spoke with Blake's mom and dad. They're
all but ready to set the test up right now if you say the word. I told
them a little bit about what was going on. I hope you're not mad at me,
but I figured, since I know them so well, that it would be alright to
mention it to them. They handled it well. Considering."
I nodded. "Thanks. I would like to meet them myself eventually, you
know, if the test shows anything on Blake's behalf. I can't let them meet
Scotty yet. I mean, that would be way too premature." I played nervously
with the pony tail sticking through the hole of my baseball cap. I was
suddenly sweating. "This is really tough, Parker. But I guess you realize
that. I spoke to my pediatrician. She can do Scotty's part of the test in
the office. At least take the DNA sample that needs to be sent to the lab.
Scotty is due for a check-up anyway so we'll take care of it next week."
"Okay, good. Things are moving along then," Parker commented. He
looked out at Scotty and watched him play for a few minutes. "How long did
she say the test results would take?"
"Six weeks."
"Hmmmm. I wish it could be sooner."
"Did you go to the lab yet?" I asked, examining his profile. A muscle
worked in his jaw and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"There's no point." He looked at me for a moment before turning away.
"I can't father a child, Torie, I told you that." He slumped back against
the bench, leaning his head back into his fingers meshed at the base of his
neck. He stretched, his elbow nearly brushing my cheek.
"Could be, Parker. Don't you think it's worth a shot?"
"Torie, I went through so much crap with the fertility specialist. I
was tested less than four years ago and at that time I didn't have a sperm
count. What could have been different eight years ago? This, as my doctor
mentioned at the time, was just one of those things." He huffed in disgust.
"Believe me, if I thought there was a possibility I would be first in line
tomorrow."
"Do you really mean that?" I suddenly felt angry, a little compelled to
be sarcastic. "I mean, I suddenly run into you after eight years. Eight
years is a hell of a long time for people to change. I don't know all that
much about you, Parker. For all I know you have five kids somewhere and
you're trying to get out of supporting another one. How the hell do I
really know?" My voice was raised enough for the woman on the next bench
over to hear. She glanced at us and went back to her magazine. I lowered
my voice to a hiss. "How would I really know anything about you?"
Parker turned on me, his eyes flashing angrily. "You could ask Karen if
you don't believe me. Ask her, she knows all the sordid details. I'm sure
she would be glad to fill you in." He leaned forward, his forearms on his
knees and continued to watch my son. He ran his hand through his short
hair "I'll do it, though, just to prove it to you once and for all." He
breathed deeply, turning his attention back to me after exhaling loudly.
"I'll do it for you, Torie."
I watched him a moment, unsure of myself and all the emotions boiling
through me. "I'm sorry, Parker, if it sounds like I'm doubting you. This
is a tough situation, and I've made it tougher by waiting so long. Please
forgive me." I put my hand on his back.
"It's alright. I get a little bent out of shape over the whole ordeal.
I hate doctors and labs. Had enough of them over the years. But I'll do
it tomorrow."
"Thank you."
"Lance could be a problem. I've tried calling him several times today.
I left at least six messages. Once when I called his office his secretary
told me he wasn't in. That was after she asked who was calling. I
distinctly heard Lance talking in the background. I'm not sure how we can
get him to meet with you."
"That's alright, let me worry about Lance. You've done a lot already.
I'm grateful. If push comes to shove I'll threaten Lance with an attorney.
But I have a feeling I know how to get his attention and that would involve
his wife," I said thoughtfully.
"You be careful when dealing with the Cunninghams. In fact, I think
it's best if you leave Christy out of it completely. She doesn't have to
know unless the test comes back positive anyway."
I thought about what Parker said for a moment. True, I didn't need to
involve Christy at all, only if Lance wouldn't fulfill his responsibilities
if he, in fact, was Scotty's father. I hoped that he was not. "Look, I'll
stop by his office tomorrow and surprise him. He can hardly turn me away."
"Let me know how that goes. Call me tomorrow, okay?" He reached out and
touched my arm.
"I will." I smiled up at him.
"Tell Scotty I'll see him later. Don't forget about that pony at my
house. Maybe this weekend we can get together."
"That would be nice. Sure." I looked back at Scotty. He was content
with his friend, building roads and hills in the sandbox for their cars.
Would that be considered a date?
* * * Continued on Part 7 * * *
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