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Ch. 37 Codes: Mff, teen, lawyers
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
After Hayley's revelation, everyone--and I mean everyone--in the
courtroom gasped, including the judge. Haywood did a double take.
"I'm sorry?"
"Randy Donahue. I have had sex with Randy Donahue."
Brian nudged me, and I saw that he had written "WTF??" on his legal pad
in big letters. I shrugged. I had no clue either.
Haywood was unable to compose herself for a few moments.
"You have had sex with Randy Donahue?"
"Yes, I have. On several occasions."
Had I not known any better (and I did, right?) I would have sworn she
was telling the truth. Her delivery had the same calm, careful tone
that she had established from the beginning.
Haywood should have dropped this line of questioning immediately. But,
whether out of shock or curiosity, she was unable to leave bad enough
alone.
"What were the occasions?"
"After Marianne broke up with him, he began coming after me. I think
he just wanted what he thought was the next best thing. I was
flattered at first. He was a senior on the football team and I was a
just a sophomore cheerleader. He got more serious about it this
spring. He talked me into sleeping with him in February, a couple of
times. But by then I was sick of him, and I could see why Marianne
dumped him. So I told him off, that I didn't want to see him again.
He didn't take it very well."
"What do you mean?"
"He got really upset. He threatened me. He said he was going to make
me and Marianne sorry that we had dumped him. And I guess he has."
Haywood tried to catch her breath, looking wearily around the courtroom
and pursing her lips. She closed her eyes slowly.
"I don't think I have anything else."
Brian stood up.
"Your Honor, since this is the most important witness, I'd like to take
a few minutes to prepare."
"Very well. We'll take a ten-minute recess."
Hayley remained where she was. I tried to catch her eyes, but she
simply sat there, head down, staring at her hands. Brian sat next to
me flipping through his notes. I got up after a few minutes and went
out to look for Marianne. There was no sign of her.
Elizabeth, Tiffany, and Giselle were all waiting. I tried to fill them
in on what happened.
"How is she doing?" Elizabeth asked.
"Good. But I can tell this has been very hard on her. I don't want to
think about what she's been going through."
I stood nervously in the hallway as the minutes ticked past. No
Marianne. Finally the bailiff stuck his head out the door.
"They're getting ready to go again."
I sighed, turning toward the courtroom. Then I heard rapid footsteps
in the hallway outside. I turned to see Marianne running up to me with
a few folded sheets of paper in her hands. She shoved them at me.
"Are we okay?"
"I think so."
I kissed her quickly and went inside. Brian was waiting, and I showed
him what I had. He looked it over briefly, nodding.
Then he stood, and Hayley looked toward him.
"Hayley, I'm sorry about all this. I really have only a couple of
questions."
"Okay."
"Have you ever had sexual intercourse with Steven Chandler?"
"No."
"Do you recall where you were on the evening of March 28?"
"Um. No."
"I'm going to show you something that may help."
He unfolded the papers and handed them to her. She looked them over
for a few seconds, and for the first time that afternoon, I saw signs
of life filling her eyes.
"Do you recognize that document that I have just handed to you?"
"Yes!"
"Have you seen that before?"
"Yes!"
"Can you identify it for me?"
"Yes! It's the bill from when we were in Santa Cruz over Spring
Break. I saw it when they shoved it under our door."
"And having reviewed that document, is your recollection refreshed as
to where you were on the evening of March 28?"
"Yes! We were in Santa Cruz visiting my Mom!"
"Would you look at the first line of the statement, where it lists the
date and time of check-in? Can you read that for me?"
"Yes. It says March 28, 7:03 p.m."
"And on March 28, at 7:03 p.m., you, Marianne, and Steve Chandler were
in Santa Cruz checking in to the Chaminade Resort?"
"Yes!"
"So you could not have been here, at Steve's house, as Mr. Donahue has
alleged?"
"No!"
Haywood got to her feet.
"Brian, could I see that?"
He turned to her, but before he could hand it to her, the judge
motioned to him. Brian handed the statement across the judge's bench.
The judge reviewed it for a few seconds before handing it back. Brian
gave it to Haywood, and she sat on the edge of her table looking it
over. The woman from DFCS got to her feet and leaned over Haywood's
shoulder.
Finally Haywood handed the bill back to Brian.
"Are you entering this into evidence, counsel?" the judge asked.
"Yes, your Honor."
Brian turned back to Hayley.
"Just so we're clear, has Randy Donahue ever been to Mr. Chandler's
house while you were present?"
"Yes. But the only time I'm aware of was last fall. He was drunk and
just came over to yell at Marianne and Steve."
"And never since then."
"No."
Brian turned to Haywood.
"That's all I have."
Hayley stepped down, a nervous smile on her face. I gave her a subtle
wink as she left the courtroom with the woman from DFCS.
When she was gone, Haywood stood up slowly.
"Your Honor, the People rest."
The judge nodded, looking to Brian.
"Counsel, do you need another break?"
"No, your Honor, we're ready to go. The defense calls Elizabeth
Mulcahey."
The bailiff retrieved Elizabeth from the hallway. She took the stand,
and Brian began his examination.
"How are you related to Hayley?"
"She's my daughter."
"How are you acquainted with Mr. Chandler?"
"Until a few months ago, I and my soon-to-be-ex-husband lived several
doors down from him. I knew him from high school, but we hadn't met
again recently until Marianne told me she was dating him."
"And how did that come about?"
"She stayed out all night one night and did not come back until the
next morning. When we asked where she had been, she told us the whole
story."
"Including the fact that she was having sex with Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes. Although she insisted that they had not begun sleeping together
until she turned eighteen."
"And you believed her?"
"Yes."
"What was your reaction to this revelation?"
"I was extremely upset. Mr. Chandler is older than I am, by a few
months. I found their relationship, at least at first, shocking and
unacceptable."
"But your opinion changed?"
"Yes, it did. As I got to know Mr. Chandler better, and as I began to
see just how deep their feelings were for each other, my opposition
faded. I realized that he was actually better for her than any of the
boys she had been dating. Steve respected her as a person, which is
not something I could say about any of her prior boyfriends."
"Such as Randy Donahue?"
"Such as Randy."
"And you feel this way despite the age difference between Steve and
Marianne?"
"Yes. I had always thought Marianne would be better off with someone
older. She has never had much of a relationship with her father.
Steve has given her the support and guidance she never got from my
husband."
"Let's talk about him for a moment. You are getting a divorce, are you
not?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"Among other things, because he is in prison for statutory rape. He
was unfaithful many times in the past, but his arrest was the last
straw. I decided that I, and the girls, deserved more."
"Where are you living now?"
"Santa Cruz. I'm attending the University of California there."
"What did you do with your daughters when you moved away?"
"I let them move in with Steve."
"Why?"
"Because I did not want to take them out of school and uproot them
simply because I needed a change in my life. Because I trusted Steve,
and I knew they were both very close to him. Because I knew he could
take care of them and give them the guidance I could not."
"You didn't see anything unusual in leaving your two teenage daughters
with a man you had known only a few months?"
"I knew it was unusual, but such was my trust in Steve and my belief
that they would be safe and happy with him that I was not worried. He
has lived up to that trust and more."
"You didn't see anything wrong with having Hayley living with
Marianne's boyfriend?"
"I thought she was mature enough to understand the realities of it. As
I said, I knew she liked Steve. I was not worried about her."
"You care about Hayley's welfare and emotional health?"
"More than anything in the world."
"And you would not have left Hayley with Steve if were you worried
about her getting hurt?"
"Never."
"And, being in the process of divorcing a man who had been caught in
flagrante delicto with a girl of Hayley's age, would you have then
turned around and allowed Hayley to live with someone who possessed the
moral failings that your husband is in prison for?"
"Never in a million years."
"To your knowledge, has Hayley ever had sexual intercourse with Steven
Chandler?"
"To my knowledge, no."
Brian turned to Haywood and smiled.
"Your witness."
Haywood stood up slowly and regarded her legal pad for a moment.
"You have been inside Mr. Chandler's house on only a few occasions,
correct?"
"That's correct."
"So would it be fair to say that a lot could be going on there that you
aren't aware of?"
"Unless both my daughters have been lying to me, no."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning that I speak to them on a regular basis, and they tell me what
is going on in their lives."
"But you admit that they might be lying about what has been going on?"
"I think I know when my daughters are lying to me."
Haywood fidgeted for a moment or two and flipped through her notes.
"Are you aware that your daughter Marianne is a lesbian?"
"She is not a lesbian. She's quite clearly bisexual, and yes I am
aware of that."
Haywood blinked a few times in surprise.
"You are."
"Yes, I am. I am a lesbian myself. Marianne and I have discussed that
issue quite a few times."
Haywood's jaw dropped even further, and she looked down at her notes.
"You . . . I thought you were married."
"I was. It's part of why I'm getting a divorce."
"Does Hayley know?"
"Yes, she does."
"Do you discuss Hayley's sex life as well?"
"As far as I know, she doesn't have one."
"Were you aware of her relationship with Randy?"
Elizabeth shifted in her seat, glancing briefly at me.
"No, I was not."
"Does Hayley . . . " Haywood paused again and studied her notes for a
few seconds. "Strike that. Mrs. Mulcahey, I just want to get clear on
one thing. You saw nothing wrong with allowing your two teenage
daughters to live with a forty-one-year-old man you hardly knew? One
who was already sleeping with Marianne and engaging in these bouts of
group sex? Nothing wrong with that at all?"
Before Elizabeth could answer, Brian spoke up.
"Your Honor, Mrs. Mulcahey's parenting decisions are not at issue
here. I don't see how her judgment or lack thereof is at all probative
of whether Mr. Chandler had sex with Hayley."
The judge looked down at Haywood expectantly.
"Your Honor, I think much of what we just heard constitutes character
evidence," she responded. "I think the defense has opened the door to
such a question."
The judge glanced at his notes for a second and then looked up.
"I'll allow it. But let's try to stay on track here, people."
Haywood turned back to Elizabeth, who squirmed in her seat.
"I think I've explained my rationale sufficiently."
The ADA was pensive for a few moments, then sat down.
"I don't think I have anything else."
"Redirect?" the judge ask Brian.
"No, your Honor."
Elizabeth stepped down, and Brian stood up again.
"Your Honor, the defense rests."
The judge turned back to Haywood, who stood up as well.
"Could we take a break? I don't know yet whether I need to call any
rebuttal witnesses."
The judge nodded.
"Very well. We'll come back in fifteen minutes."
Brian and I regrouped with the others in the hallway, and we spent a
few minutes updating them.
"So how do you think we're doing?" I finally asked.
He shrugged.
"Hard to tell. All depends on how uptight the judge is, and how much
the idea of you romping with a bunch of cheerleaders offends him. He
may be inclined to think that there is some fire underneath all this
smoke. But if he sticks to the cold facts we've brought out, we should
win."
"I didn't see a lot of logic in Haywood's examination toward the end."
"Remember what I said about her being a pro? She's one of those few
prosecutors who takes her responsibility toward the truth--not just
getting a conviction--seriously. I think she really does want to know
what went on, at this point. Otherwise she would have left Elizabeth
alone. There really wasn't much she could have done to help her case."
"But she was trying to make Elizabeth look bad."
He grinned.
"She's still a prosecutor. I don't think she could quite resist asking
that question."
We milled around in the hallway until the bailiff called us back in.
Haywood rose when we were all in her seats.
"Your Honor, the People have nothing further to present."
The judge nodded.
"Are we prepared for closing arguments?"
Brian stood up.
"Yes, your Honor."
"Proceed then."
Brian spent about ten minutes going over our case, pointing out that
every witness who would have had personal knowledge of my supposed
relationship with Hayley had denied its existence, and that Randy's
testimony had been thoroughly impeached. When he was done, Haywood
began her pitch, trying to point out that all of our witnesses had
motives to protect me, and that the one disinterested witness, the
woman from DFCS, had conclusively opined in favor of my guilt. Then
she sat down, and the judge pushed some papers around on his bench for
a few moments.
"All right," he said finally. "We're in recess until tomorrow morning,
when I should have my decision."
It was close to five o'clock by this point, so I took all of them out
to dinner. The girls peppered Brian with random questions while we ate.
"I hope Hayley is doing all right," I said to Elizabeth.
She sighed.
"How did she seem?"
"She did great, but I can tell she's under a lot of stress. I just
hate what this is doing to her. I don't know if I'm ever going to
forgive myself for letting this happen."
She put her hand over mine.
"Don't shoulder all the blame. There's plenty to go around."
"But we should have seen this coming. Giselle warned me a few months
ago that the kids at school had been talking about Hayley's apparent
lack of a social life. That she wasn't dating anyone."
"Steve, you can't let your lives revolve around other people's gossip.
I don't know what you could have done."
I looked at her for a few seconds, and she managed a smile.
"You know," I said, "I got a chill down my spine when Brian asked about
your ex-husband, about his 'moral failings.' I hadn't really thought
about that, but it seems that there are fewer differences between
Charles and me than I would like to think."
Elizabeth sighed.
"And you think I was lying about what I said? About trusting my
daughters with you?"
"Were you?"
"Not a bit. My God, Steve, you don't know Charles at all, or you would
never say anything like that. What made Charles's affairs so
disgusting was that I knew he didn't respect those girls. He was just
using them, like kleenex. He didn't care about them at all. He just
went from one to another, charming off one pair of panties and then
moving on to the next. If I really thought there was even an ounce of
Charles in you, I would have turned you in myself a long time ago.
It's precisely because I know you love and respect and care about
Marianne and Hayley that I'm on your side here."
She squeezed my hand, and I nodded.
"Thanks."
"You have to stay out of jail, okay?"
I laughed softly.
"I'm doing my best."
We went back to the hotel after that and dispersed to our rooms.
Marianne lay quietly in bed beside me, holding my hand as we watched
television.
"We're going to lose tomorrow, aren't we?"
I rolled over to face her.
"Keep your hopes up. It hasn't happened yet."
She sniffled.
"Everything was going so well. I was so happy. I've never been
happier in all my life than I was these past few months." She took a
ragged breath and began sob. "I just knew it couldn't last. I just
knew it!"
I took her into my arms, hugging her tightly as she cried against my
shoulder.
"Come on, Kitten. Hang in there. We'll get through this somehow."
I held her until her tears finally dried up about ten minutes later.
She remained tightly against me, face hot and damp against my neck.
Eventually I reached behind me to turn out the lights. Marianne kept
her grip on me as I fell asleep. I awoke rather soon afterward,
realizing that she was caressing me. Then she kissed my neck gently.
"Feeling any better?"
She shook her head.
"Make love to me."
I returned the kiss and slowly undressed her. When we were naked
together, she snuggled against me, rubbing her naked body against
mine. I felt her sex hot and damp against my thigh. She took my
erection in her hand and stroked it slowly as we kissed. I played with
her full breasts for a few minutes until I had her nipples hard against
my palms.
Marianne rolled slowly on her back, pulling me on top of her. I
crawled between her thighs and slipped into her gently.
"I love you," I said.
She pulled my face down and kissed me passionately. I began to move in
her, and her body rolled with my thrusts. When I lifted up on my arms,
she drew herself up with me, making a fulcrum of her pubis, pressing
herself tightly against me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders
and clung to me, moaning, as we rocked back and forth.
"Whatever happens," she gasped, "I'm yours, forever. I'll wait. If
you go to jail, I'll wait for you. Nothing will ever keep us apart."
I fastened my mouth to hers, sucking on her tongue. She pulled her
legs up and wrapped them around my butt. She whimpered as I drove
rapidly into her, biting at my shoulder. When she began to shudder
against me, spiking her hips back at mine, I let loose. I drove
mercilessly into her spasming sex, groaning out loud, and as her climax
peaked around me, I crossed the threshold to orgasm and spurted deeply
inside her.
We were resting quietly together when I heard a knock on the adjoining
door.
"It's Giselle," a quiet voice said.
"Come in," Marianne said.
The door opened, and Giselle came in the room, wearing her pajamas.
She shut it behind her and came over to us. Marianne sat up, still
naked, and pushed her hair back over her head.
"What's up?"
An embarrassed look shot over Giselle's face.
"I, um, I heard you guys. And I realized I was feeling really lonely
and scared."
Marianne pulled back the covers.
"You can sleep with us if you want. There's room."
"Thanks."
Giselle lay down between us, facing me, and Marianne spooned with her.
I put my arm over both of them.
"Is Mom awake?" Marianne asked.
"I don't think so. If she heard you, I couldn't tell."
I caressed Giselle's face tenderly in the darkness.
"I hope Hayley is okay," she said.
"Me too."
"If they hurt her," Marianne said, "I'm going to make them pay for it."
"She's tough," I said. "I was really impressed with her today."
The three of us snuggled together under the covers and fell asleep a
while later.
I didn't sleep very well, and I woke at dawn. I rose carefully from
beside Marianne and Giselle, leaving them balled up together like a
pair of girls ten years younger. I pulled on my boxers and went out to
the balcony, looking across the city toward the ocean. Today might be
the end of this disaster or just the beginning. Either my life would
get quickly back on track, or it would be permanently derailed. I
couldn't even think about being convicted of statutory rape--just being
on trial would be bad enough.
I kept thinking back to that afternoon by the pool, when Marianne had
first mentioned her sister, wanting to know if I was interested in
meeting her. What would have happened had I said no? What would my
life be like now?
Nowhere near as fulfilling, I realized. However horrible this
experience had been, I knew--I felt this in the depths of my soul--that
I was better off for having known Hayley. I wanted to think she was
better off for having known me, but that was harder to be sure of. A
lot could still happen to her. That was what really hurt--not that I
might one day be labeled a sex offender--but that Hayley would be put
through months or years of horror because of what we had shared. They
might even put her in foster care rather than release her to
Elizabeth. Her punishment would be worse than mine. Not for the first
time did I curse the hypocrisy of this system she was caught up in.
I heard the glass door slide open, and Marianne emerged from the room.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I've been better."
She came up behind me and hugged me.
"Everything will be all right. I just know it. I dreamt that the
judge let you go. We were all together and happy at the ranch."
"Dreams don't always come true."
"Mine do. When I dream them like I did this morning. I just get these
feelings sometimes."
"What other things have you felt?"
"I dreamt that Mom and Dad would get a divorce. When we were first
going out, I dreamt that I would move in with you. There were some
other things, but they haven't happened yet."
"Like what?"
She didn't answer me right away.
"I dreamt that I would have a baby with you."
I turned around to face her.
"You did?"
"Yes. But it also felt like it was a long way off. So I don't think
it will happen any time soon."
"This isn't the best time for it."
She hugged me.
"I know."
We returned to the courthouse that morning. Brian and I took our
places at the defense table, and the others sat in the gallery behind
us. At the other sat Haywood and the woman from DFCS.
We stood when the judge arrived, and I tried to read the look on his
face. I didn't like what I saw. He cleared his throat and began.
"This was not an easy decision to make. I must say that none of what I
heard yesterday struck me in the least bit admirable or pleasant. I
have two teenage daughters myself, and I cannot imagine a setting I
would less prefer to have them placed in than Mr. Chandler's household."
He looked down at me sternly.
"Sir, I do not ordinarily make these sorts of pronouncements from this
bench, but I must say that I find your choice of lifestyle abhorrent in
the extreme. A man of your age and station should not be cavorting
with girls young enough to his daughters. One alone would be bad
enough; that you have somehow drawn five of them into your orbit simply
astounds me."
Now he looked back toward the gallery at Elizabeth.
"Madam, everything I have just said applies equally to you. What
possessed you to leave your daughters behind with Mr. Chandler is
utterly beyond my conception. It was an abdication of your parental
responsibilities the likes of which I have only rarely seen in my
career as a judge. The fact that you may not see anything wrong with
Mr. Chandler's behavior does not absolve you of responsibility for
their moral education. I recognize that you had a limited amount of
control over Marianne's life choices, but you were under no such
restrictions with Hayley. What example you thought you were setting
for her, I cannot for the life of me imagine."
He paused and took a deep breath.
"Be that as it may. However much it pains me to say this, I have found
insufficient evidence to bind Mr. Chandler over for trial."
I heard gasps and soft cries of relief behind me, and Brian reached
over to shake my shoulder as I sat there in shock.
"As Mr. Chandler's counsel ably pointed out, none of what I heard
yesterday is sufficiently probative of the existence of a sexual
relationship between his client and Hayley Mulcahey. Even taken in the
light most favorable to the prosecution, I cannot allow this matter to
proceed solely on the obviously shaky testimony of Randy Donahue. The
weight of evidence militates against any such holding."
I managed to glance across the aisle at the other table. Haywood sat
there rubbing her forehead. The other woman glared up at the judge
murderously. I felt a smile creasing my lips and forced it away.
Brian stood.
"Yes, counsel?"
"In light of this ruling, I would like to petition the court for an
immediate order releasing Hayley to her mother."
The woman from DFCS tried to speak up, but Haywood cut her off. The
two women began arguing quietly, though I could not quite understand
what they were saying. Everyone in the courtroom watched the scene
unfolding at the prosecutor's table.
Finally, the woman from DFCS smacked her hands on the table and dropped
back into her seat. She crossed her arms and looked away from Haywood.
The ADA stood up, straightening her back slowly.
"The People have no objection to that, your Honor."
The judge nodded.
"So ordered. Where is she?"
"She's at the county children's home."
"Very well. She is to be released to her mother immediately."
I was in a daze for a long time afterward as Brian shook my hand and
the woman all hugged me and celebrated. We eventually made our way
back to our respective cars and drove across town to the children's
home. Although it took about half an hour to get things processed,
Hayley finally burst through one of the rear doors into the lobby.
When she saw us, she uncorked a squeal that was probably heard in
Hawaii. She ran toward us, and we all came together in a group hug.
She cried in her mother's arms, then mine. She hugged me so tightly I
had trouble breathing.
"Is it over?" she sobbed.
"Yes, baby. It's over."
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