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The next day she was allowed a brief visit to the nursery. Taylor put an extra diaper
in her purse. She had four dimes, all the money she had in the world, and a toothbrush.
Fortunately, Edwards arrived, right on time.
Taylor explained to her Scientology escort that Edwards was her sister-in-law who had
come to take Vanessa to the doctor.
“Is this approved?” he asked.
“Oh, absolutely!” Taylor opened Edwards’s door and handed her the baby. Edwards
stared in bewilderment as Taylor loudly told her to call as soon as she found out what
the doctor said. Then, under her breath, she added, “Kate, when I shut this door, please
drive away as quickly as you can.” Edwards nodded, then Taylor jumped in. Edwards hit
the gas.
“Spanky, no!” the escort cried.
Taylor hadn’t planned any further than this.
She was still dressed in a man’s black boiler suit, with the sleeves and legs rolled up.
Edwards fetched some clothes from her mother that would t Taylor’s emaciated frame
and picked up some diapers for Vanessa, then checked them in to the Tropicana Hotel
on Santa Monica Boulevard. Taylor nally called her husband in the Guardian’s Oce.
Another executive picked up the line. “Spanky! They’re looking for you everywhere!
Where are you?” he demanded.
“I want to talk to Norm,” she said.
“You need to come back!”
Taylor said she would call back at eleven that night. This time, her husband answered.
“Are they there?” Taylor asked him.
“Yes.”
She hung up. After an hour or two, she called again. He said he was alone. She told
him she was out of the church and not going back. The baby was safe, she said. Norm
wanted to meet, and Spanky nally told him where she was. She realized their marriage
was probably over, but she felt she owed him that. Norm came over to the Tropicana
and they spoke for several hours.
The next morning at nine there was a knock on the door of Taylor’s hotel room. Three
Sea Org executives were there to haul her back to RPF.
Taylor still believed in the revelations of her religion. She worried that her salvation
was at stake. But she was also gripped with fear that her baby and her unborn child
were in mortal danger.
At rst, she was rm in telling the men that she wasn’t coming back. “If you lay a
hand on me or my child, I’m ling charges!” she cried. They assured her they just
wanted to talk. They told her that they hated to see her be declared a Suppressive
Person. She would be cut o from any other Scientologist—nearly everyone she knew.
There was a proper way to “route out,” they reminded her. Eventually, Taylor agreed to
return to the oce to le the paperwork that would allow her to leave the Sea Org on
good terms and still be a Scientologist.
As part of the routing process, Taylor was given a confession to sign detailing all the
“crimes” she had committed. She glanced at the document. Some of the actions cited