“He just disappeared, again!” said Ronald.
“Yes, and I have no idea why,” said Stacey.
“But, we do,” said James. His new wife looked down.
“Huh? What?” said Stacey.
‘“Before we came here today, Jenna and I talked. I’d asked her why her dad hadn’t said that ‘he’ was giving her away. At first she didn’t know, but then she started thinking,” said James.
“And,” said Ronald.
“Well, Jenna said, that before he went down to get you, Mister Carter, he and Jenna had a few words,” said James.
“Had words?” said Stacey.
“Well, something Jenna did, or a look she gave him, she’s not sure, made him think that there had been some plan to maybe get him to walk her down the aisle in tandem,” said James.
“I think I kinda looked around for you daddy,” she said. “You weren’t there, but for some reason Daddy David, asked me if there had been some kind of arrangement for you to walk me down the aisle too, with him. I told him no, of course not. But then . . .”
“But, then he came down the aisle and got me,” said Ronald.
“Oh my God,” said Stacey. “He figured it out. It was too late for him to back out, which he would have done if he’d have known about it in advance. So . . .”
“So what are you saying Stacey?” said Ronald.
“So, he decided to do as much as he was absolutely required to do and no more,” said Stacey. ”He saw walking you down the aisle, Jenna, as validating his fathership. Then he saw us as trying to water it, his fathership, down, again, and well . . .”
“Damn it!” said Ronald. “I also assured him that I wasn’t there for that. I guess he just didn’t believe me.”
“No, daddy, it was me. Thinking about it, my looking around for you, when I came into the foyer, had to have made it clear to him that I was looking for you to join him and me,” said Jenna. “I just didn’t realize it until I talked to James, and then, all of us here, now.”
“Daddy, I guess I never realized just how much daddy David hated you. I do now. And, daddy David is in the wrong. I mean the divorce and everything was not good. I know he was bad hurt when you left him, momma. I’m an adult and I understand some of these things. But, the kind of hatred that daddy David is holding inside of himself is way too much and, oh, I just don’t know,” she said. She threw herself into her husband’s arms and sobbed.
“We’ve got to find him,” said Stacey. “We can all sit here and argue about the wisdom of doing so, but for whatever reason: we have to try and get him back and being part of the family again; and, give him holy hell for pulling another disappearing act . . .”
“Yes, I agree,” said Ronald. “You’re absolutely right on all counts, Stacey. I don’t care if we have to capture him, tie him down, and force him to listen to us, we have to find him.”
“Yes, daddy, I want to talk to him too. I need to talk to him. I owe him like nobody else,” said Jenna.
James gave her look. Ronald saw it. He knew then that his new son-in-law did not know about Jenna’s guilt in the shooting of the three druggies. He’d be talking to his wife, oh yes, he and Stacey had some thinking to do.
The search for the missing daddy was on again.
******
Okay, was my cutting out without saying so much as goodbye the wrong thing to do? Thinking about it now, two hundred and fifty miles and two months removed from the event; well, I was honestly not sure. What I was sure of was that at the time I didn’t think I had a choice, not a good choice at any rate.
As hard core as my exes were early on about forcing “uncle status” upon me and separating me from the fatherhood of my baby; well, that’s how hard core I was feeling now toward my ex-brother pretending to be equal in that position with me.
And, there was the fact that I had taken the fall for my baby and done the time. I didn’t regret that, no I didn’t. A man has to protect his children no matter what they do. I had no choice there either.
So here I was in a bar I’d never been in before: The Wild West. Yeah, it was another country western blued and tattooed place of refuge. Talk about lost and lonely. Felt like half of my life was like that. My good friend John Daniels, some folks call him Jack, was more than sympathetic with my plight. Here in Douglas he was about the only friend I had. The good news was he didn’t argue with me.
Being up-up-and-away, though I was, didn’t mean that the bunch of them couldn’t contact me. I had dumped my cell, but there was still the Internet. And, though I didn’t have a computer of my own, the public library did, and I occasionally used it for this and that. Okay, and yes, I did check my emails. I didn’t answer any of the ones that they sent me, but I did read them, and, deleted them as soon as I had.
Earlier emails had indicated that they were looking for me. I didn’t want to be found, so I didn’t answer, as I said. Like before I knew that if Ronald had really wanted to, though it would have cost him some bucks to do it, he could have hired a PI to find me. He hadn’t done it. I wondered at that since they all seemed so eager to know where I was. But then something happened that stopped me.
Aunt Delia emailed me and the information she provided was that which I could not ignore: Ronald Carter, my worst enemy in the world, had terminal kidney disease. He needed a transplant and he needed a donor, and donors with his blood type were hard to come by, and I was his blood type. And, there were apparently other complications; he needed a donor that was pretty much an exact match.
That night, the night I got Aunt Delia’s letter; I drank; I drank a lot. The next morning, my decision made for me, by Aunt Delia, I headed back for Phoenix. I checked myself into Phoenix General and made the deal to make an anonymous donation to save my traitorous brother’s life. Aunt Delia would know, but nobody else. Would the rest of them be able to guess? Maybe, but they would not know for sure, and that’s the way I wanted it. I’d had enough of their worthless gratitude and phony sympathy. The incident at the church had sealed it for me.
I was in and out of the hospital in a week’s time. I’d decided to shack up in Phoenix for another week before chancing the long drive back to my digs in Douglas; well, I was still pretty weak.
I hadn’t been on the computer in the time since I’d gone up to Phoenix to donate the kidney. I was sitting in the room at the hotel set aside for travelers to use a computer. There was one from Aunt Delia.
Nephew,
I know you were the one to donate to save Ronald. It was the right thing to do. And don’t worry, none of them know and none of them even seem to suspect though I suppose one or another of them might draw that conclusion down the line. I can tell you, Stacey cried her eyes out for joy when they were given the news that they had found a donor. The relief on the faces of the lot of them was palpable. Oh, and the prognosis for Ronald is good.
One last thing, nephew, At some point, you might want to rethink your decision to disappear. They did bad, the two of them, but it’s done and over with and we all need to get by it, even you dear nephew. Hoping to see you sooner rather than later.
AD
******
I hadn’t answered Aunt Delia letter. What would have been the point except to have her write me back and continue to urge me to forgive and forget; I was not at a place in my life where I could do that. It was more than doubtful that I ever would be. Only one thing would have persuaded me to return to the fold: Stacey dumping my ex-brother and coming back to me. I was more than well aware that a fairy tale of that magnitude would have taken divine intervention to effect. No, I was condemned to be alone and to endure the fire in my belly that simply would not die!
******
I had however, since my time in the joint, adopted what I euphemistically referred to as my pragmatic-self. Translated, that meant that I was going to be on the lookout for a woman who I could trust and who did not mind the baggage that I would be bringing into the relationship. Was there actually such a woman in the sentient universe? God how I hoped so!
The Javelina was kinda known as a middle scale bistro that served pretty good booze, even sophisticated cocktails. I had been enjoying my favorite one of the latter, a Manhattan, when I noted her sitting across the room from where I was at, at the bar.
I’d seen her before, but couldn’t quite remember from where. I decided to ask her. What the hell, right, all she could do was tell me to get lost. The love of my life had essentially done that to me what could a woman that I didn’t even really remember do to me? Damn little was the answer to that question, damn little for sure.
I moseyed more or less casually over to where she was sitting. “Mind if I join you?” I said, brazening out an introduction. She stared at me as at something alien to her personal space. But, strangely maybe, she nodded. I plopped down across from her. She had a half smile playing across her face.
“My name is . . . “ I started.
“I know who you are,” she said.
“Okay,” I said. “But . . .” Her smile broadened.
“Rozelle,” she said. Now, I really was in a quandary. She was so familiar, but Rozelle? I was certain I didn’t know any Rozelles, but I must.
I took the bull by the horns. “Like to dance?” I said. She didn’t quite laugh. But, she did stand up answering my request in the affirmative.
I took her hand and led her out onto the floor. We slow danced around for some little time. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Rozelle,” I said. “I have to tell you, well, you’re very pretty, but . . .”
“Your name is AZ195623,” she said, smiling very widely now. I know my face must have fallen a foot.
“You know my . . .”
“I’m Fillmore,” she said. “I’m on vacation this week, well kinda.”
“You’re Fillmore, prison guard Fillmore! You look so different, I mean . . .” I said.
“That’s me, can’t deny it,” she said.
Hard-ass Fillmore, known for no nonsense and even a streak of cruelty as some had said. I’d seen her virtually every day for more than six years, but she never looked like she did tonight, and she was slimmer too. There was no way I was going to recognize her.
“I hope, I mean I hope I haven’t done anything to upset you,” I said, utterly unnecessarily.
“Look AZ195623, if you feel uncomfortable around me that’s okay. I’ll understand and we can just go our separate ways. But, if you plan on keeping me company, you’re going to have to buy this girl a drink. So, which is it?’ she said.
“I’m buying the drinks for darn sure,” I said. “Oh, and the name’s David.” She nodded.
“Okay, David it is,” she said. I waved to LeAnn who happened to have floor duty. She came over and we ordered. LeAnn did give me a funny look.
“I guess I should ask what brings you here, I mean to the burg. It’s a couple of hundred miles from your workplace,” I said.
“Don’t work there anymore. I’m a salesperson now for Marbury Transport Systems, MTS,” she said.
”Sounds impressive,” I said.
“And how about you?” she said.
“Actually, I work here at the Javelina. I’m a janitor and a maintenance guy,” I said. She raised an eyebrow at that.
“Okay,” she said kinda slowly.
“It’s the best I could do coming out of there,” I said. “Not many places want a con on their payroll.”
“Hmm, yes, I know it can be hard. But . . .”
“But . . .?” I said.
“But, you had skills, I remember looking at your file back in the day,” she said.
“Yeah, but skills that other guys also have and they’re not cons. Anyway, I get by. There’s no serious pressure, and I like that particular feature of my job description.”
“Okay,” she said.
“But, I have a question for you,” I said.
“Okay?” she said.
“How come you knew my inmate number? I mean you must have been around thousands of cons in your career. You couldn’t have memorized all of their numbers,” I said.
“No, just yours,” she said. My look must have been screaming, “Tell me damn it!”
“You defending that black kid from cell block-D when he was transferred over to your, I mean cell block-C got my attention. Not many of the inmates would have defended another of a different color especially when they were getting the hell beat of them by the guards. I wanted to learn more about you, at first just for interest sake, but then I thought, well, too bad you weren’t outside, free; I’d have made a move on you. I mean you are good looking if a bit of a sad sack. But hell, you were in prison; sad is the name of the game in there. But, I have a question,” she said.
“Okay,” I said.
“Did you do it? I just cannot see you killing three men. I followed you some in the joint, and it just didn’t compute,” she said.
“What difference does it make,” I said, it was not a question. “I’ve done the time, and I don’t want to be reliving the event anymore.”
“Okay, so that answers my question: you didn’t do it. You covered for somebody else. I don’t see your daughter as the culprit, too young and inexperienced, and yes, I know the details of the case, the basics anyway.
“Maybe your ex-wife, or her current hubby. Those make more sense. Anyway, I won’t ask you to tell me any more. I get it that you don’t want to be reliving any of this,” she said.
“You saying all of this makes me want to ask another question,” I said. She nodded.
“You, being here, tonight, just an unbelievable coincidence?” I said. She smiled.
“Not exactly,” she said. “I live here now, that is a coincidence, but, I saw you at the supermarket few days ago. I followed you. You came here afterwards. So you might say I laid in wait for you to return. I wasn’t ready to meet you that first day.” My turn to nod.
“So then, here we are in what, an awkward situation,” I said.
“Hmm, awkward? Maybe not. You wanna go to my place?” she said. The look on my face made her laugh.
“Well yeah,” I said.
“Don’t look so surprised Mister Carter. I was a prison guard for eight years. I’m self-possessed enough to be able to say what I want and do what I want without feeling self-conscious, I mean if you get my drift,” she said.
“Okay,” I said, a kind of shocked respect no doubt clearly noticeable in my tone.
The ride to her place, and it was in her car I didn’t have one, was quiet. I think she smiled the whole way. I didn’t smile, but I wanted to, weird.
The red wine she served me when we got to her place was good. The apartment itself, a two bedroom affair and nicely furnished, was good. The teddy she changed into was good. And, the sex afterward the best I’d ever had or so I thought after the fact. Jesus this woman was way over the top and way out of my league. Could she make me forget Stacey? The jury was out on that one, but the possibility was very much in play.
She took me, not the other way around. She undressed me. She played with my dick, but didn’t suck it. She did make me suckle at her breasts, very gently. She made me lick her anus, very roughly. She made me eat her most secret treasure, very enthusiastically. And the kissing and cuddling afterward were meant to allay my most fearsome doubts about myself and my life. I wanted this woman. I needed this woman; I mean I needed her more than anything I ever needed. Whatever skills I had at courting a woman were about to be tested and tested big time. Oh, and again, could she make me forget Stacey? The answer after the fact was an unequivocal yes if one night of thrilling sex and togetherness was any indication.
******
“Okay, buster,” said a red eye’d Stacey, “We’ll be wheeling you outta here this afternoon.”
“Okay, babe, can’t wait to get home,” said Ronald. “Hospital food ain’t the greatest.”
She started to cry again. “Honey, it’s all good. You needn’t keep on cryin’ all of the time,” said Ronald.
“I’m just so grateful to God or whatever angel was watching over us,” she said.
“Yeah, I know. I agree. It had to be divine intervention,” he said. “I mean what are the odds that the registry would find a donor in time.”
She started crying all over again. “I am just so grateful,” she sobbed.
“Anyway, the doctor said I could go home early?” he said. She wiped away her tears with the hankie she’d pulled from her purse.
“Yes, and the outlook is good,” she said. “Thank God, thank God, thank God!”
“How is Jenna doing?” he said.
“She’s good. She and her hubby are waiting for us at the house,” she said. “Our lawyer daughter passed the bar you know. She’s employed now. Works for Misguez and Salcedo downtown. I mean she got the job: the one she’d been angling for.”
“I am so proud of her. I wish daddy number two was here to share her success. If anyone deserves to take pride in her success it’s David Carter,” he said.
“Yes, he does,” she said. “But what can we do. He has to want to be here, and he doesn’t. Even if we find him, he’ll just blow us off and run away again,” she said. He nodded and it was a nod tinged with sadness.
“I guess. I really miss the guy. What he did for Jenna is way beyond loving, next to giving his life for her, well . . .” he said. She nodded, and her nod was likewise tinged with sadness.
“Someday,” she said.
“Yeah, someday,” he said.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE 2015
“Daddy,” she screamed, as her mother wheeled her biological father through the entry way. His smile was a mile wide.
Hugs and kisses all around. “Jenna, get your daddy a cup of coffee will you. He’s been harassing me about having a cup since this morning,” said Stacey.
“Coming right up,” said Jenna, she disappeared into the kitchen.
“And how are you, James?” said Stacey.
“Good, good,” he said. He turned his attention to his father-in-law.
“And you Mister Carter?” he said.
“Fine, a little weak. I’ve been on my back for the past ten days, so I’m a little stiff, and as I said, weak,” said Ronald Carter, “but okay otherwise.”
“Well, anything you need,” said the younger man. Stacey smiled her broadest in a long time.
And there was peace and love if also a little pathos all around.
******
The knock on the door of the two bedroom apartment the Ellisons shared was unexpected. James answered it.
“Aunt Delia!” he said. “Welcome and good morning.”
“Well, thank you, James,” she said, as she entered with his gesture to do so.
“Aunt Delia,” said Jenna, as she came into the front room from the kitchen. “You’re just in time for breakfast.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, dear,” said Aunt Delia.
Over the next hour the trio talked about nothing and “almost” everything. James excused himself to go to the store and pick up some things that Jenna told him she needed for dinner.
“So you’re happy, everything is going well for the two of you, Jenna?” said Aunt Delia.
“Yes, yes, Aunt Delia. Everything is fine. Well, almost. I mean you know,” she said.
“Yes, your daddy David,” she said.
“Yes,” said Jenna.
“The time will come when you will be together again,” said Aunt Delia. “I know it.”
Jenna sighed. “I hope so, it has been so long and so many things have happened and he has done so much for us, especially me, and all any of us seem to do is to make his life harder. How can that be, Aunt Delia. I mean it makes no sense. We, especially me, have no intention of making daddy hurt or feel bad or suffer or any of it. So why is it that all of those things keep happening to him,” she said.
“It’s not you or your intentions, dear. Really it’s not. The only thing that stands in the way of your daddy David being here and ending his misery is the undeniable fact that he can’t get his wife, his ex-wife, your momma, out of his heart. Nothing else has ever mattered to him as much as Stacey Carter. He may at some point find another woman to take her place, but failing that, he will never be completely happy again.”
“I failed him too, Aunt Delia. He took my punishment for killing those men. Isn’t that an even bigger thing than him losing momma as his wife?” said Jenna.
Her aunt smiled. “Hard as it may be to believe, Jenna, him helping you made things a little easier for him to accept his misery and to deal with it. It gave him something he could feel good about at a time when nothing else could. And, again, as hard as it may be to believe, his time in prison was nothing compared to the heartache of losing his soul mate to another; I mean that quite literally.”
“Aunt Delia, I have another cross to bear and I don’t know if I can,” said Jenna.
“You want to tell James about that day with the men,” said Aunt Delia.
“Yes, but . . .”
“I’m a pretty good judge of character, Jenna. James will deal with the knowledge, if you do tell him, very well. He loves you, that’s plain to see and he will do just as your daddy David did and protect you at all costs,” she said.
“Okay, then, I’m going to tell him. Would you . . .” she said.
“Yes, of course I will, that’s a no brainer as they say these days, she said.
******
The only one in the room not short of breath, if that were the way to say it, was James. The two women, Aunt Delia and Jenna, were as nervous as ticks—and short of breath.
“Okay?” he said.
“James we need to talk,” said Jenna. “I’ve been keeping something from you since, well, since the beginning; but, no more. You deserve better and today is the day I come clean.” She sounded like the lawyer she was.
“Okay,” he said. “But, as far as I’m concerned you don’t need to tell me anything that makes you as uncomfortable as you obviously are. I’m good.”
“No, no, today’s the day,” said Jenna. He spread his hands in an “okay tell me gesture.”
“James some ten years ago, my dad, daddy David, helped me. James, he took the wrap for me. I killed those three men. I called my dad. He came and convinced me to step aside and let him take my punishment. I was so frightened that I let him. To my everlasting shame I let him.
“Then to make things worse, if that were even possible I let uncle Ronald, daddy Ronald, be my dad and I loved him too and it made my other daddy, daddy David sad and maybe humiliated. The wedding, well you know about that, was maybe the final straw for him. That’s why he ran off; but, as I said, I know you figured that one out by yourself,” she said.
James looked over at Aunt Delia. “Aunt Delia?” he said.
“You knew this already didn’t you, James?” she said. He looked away.
“Yes, well, not at first, but about a year ago, a little less; I heard your mom and dad Henry talking. They were distraught. They couldn’t believe what your dad David had sacrificed, and how bad they thought of themselves, the way they’d treated that good man. They were both crying crocodile tears. I snuck out before they discovered me.
“I didn’t say anything to you about my knowing. I decided to wait till you felt the need to tell me yourself. I guess that that is now,” he said.
“James, you are a very intelligent young man. I know you know how hard this was for Jenna to tell you, come clean, as she said. She asked me to sit in on this, what, confession. I agreed because I was pretty sure she’d need the support. But, of course, I did not know until this hour that you knew,” she said.
“James? You don’t hate me?” said Jenna.