R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
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40<br />
I’m traveling to Kansas City tomorrow to see my old high school friend,<br />
Susan. I haven’t seen her in ten years. I’ll stay at her downtown apartment.<br />
We planned to hear a local blues band. I’m looking forward to Kansas City<br />
barbeque and shopping. My jeans are beginning to feel tight on me, already,<br />
so I guess I’ll shop for clothes.<br />
--K<br />
Dear M,<br />
I convinced Dad to schedule the eye surgery two weeks from now. I’ll<br />
stay on here until he has fully recovered. He is as stubborn and independent<br />
as I am, so I imagine that he will do well.<br />
I’m homesick for the desert, although I’ll hate to leave Dad. My Sedona<br />
apartment is nice. The walls are a rich yellow taupe color and the appliances<br />
in the kitchen are stainless steel, like what I tried to talk you into purchasing<br />
for your kitchen when we lived together. The apartment is a nice combination<br />
of rustic and modern, much like me, I guess.<br />
Yesterday when I stopped in Dad’s law office, he was mad as hell. Said<br />
a girl had just asked him to represent her. He referred her to Beau Desmond,<br />
that young attorney who has bid to buy out Dad’s practice over the last year.<br />
I know I’ve told you about Beau. Nice man. Dad said that the girl brought in<br />
a child custody case where the father shirked his duties. He ranted and<br />
raved about the declining morals in our society and the lack of responsibility<br />
the youngsters seem to have. His face was so flushed that I asked him to sit<br />
down and brought him some water. I’ve never seen him that upset about a<br />
case before.<br />
He asked about you and asked if you knew. I acted stupid, as if I didn’t<br />
know what he was talking about.<br />
“I’m talking about the baby and that you’re pregnant,” he said, and<br />
pounded on the desk. “Does Michael know?”<br />
I didn’t know he had figured it out. He said he heard me sick a few<br />
mornings when I thought I was being quiet. It poured out of me all at once.<br />
You were adamant about not having children and I had agreed. You had a<br />
screwed up childhood and didn’t want to inflict yourself on a son or a<br />
daughter. We got careless that one time. How you asked me to take care of<br />
it. “Take care of it,” you said. As if it was a spider on the wall or a<br />
troublesome mouse in the pantry. Before it happened, I didn’t think that I<br />
wanted children, either. But I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it, and that<br />
was our undoing.