Biscuits

And Gravy

By

MJ Lattin

A light wind is blowing, the waves are crashing rhythmically along the shore,
and the sun is a welcome site to all that have escaped for a day at Shipwreck
Beach. Any stress you may feel soon leaves your body, as a salty breeze
infuses your lungs with every breath. The sights and sound of the surf will
certainly refresh and cleanse the mind to complete this momentary euphoria.
The warm sand caresses your toes as you walk barefoot on the beach, which
heightens the senses to a level of spiritual contentment. Whether you are a
tourist or a local, a beautiful day at the beach is always a great escape from
one’s everyday lives. Today is just one of those perfect days at Shipwreck
beach. The town and beaches are overrun by all the city dwellers for the
weekend, and Biscuits and Gravy, the café where I work, has been bustling
since the crack of dawn.
Shipwreck Beach is a town whose name literally drew me here five years
ago; the name alone seemed to sum up my life at the time. The history consists
of the many unfortunate ships that tragically came to rest on the rocky
shoreline of this West Coast area. A lighthouse was eventually erected, but
left behind what is now a graveyard of rusted remains from lost ships half
buried in the sand. My journey here began when I was only 17 years old, due
to a series of family issues. I had finally reached a point in my life where I felt
I needed to leave and never look back. I took the money my parents had put
into a savings account for college, packed my backpack, and that is how my
journey here began. My goal was to move forward and never look back.
I worked hard to bury my past by keeping myself too busy to remember the
child I had left behind. At just short of seventeen, I knew I was too young to
care for a baby and still be able to live my own life. Shelving all the past
memories has worked for the last five years, but now on this beautiful day, the
sands of time were shifting. At the doorstep of turning seventeen, I found
myself pregnant. My unfortunate situation was an embarrassment to my
family, but they found a way to use my condition to be a martyr to their
friends and associates. The thought of watching my child being raised by my
dysfunctional family, became too much for me to bear. So, this poor
unsuspecting soul was scarified for my own freedom. Up until this day I
haven’t allowed myself to think about the price she could be paying for my
own salvation. Youth has a way of letting oneself be the center of their own
drama, by justifying their actions; no matter how one-sided.
When I arrived here in this small town of only a few hundred people, I had
just turned seventeen. I had little to no money, alone, and no foreseeable
future; but I was free and at peace for the first time. Free from parents who
were financially blessed, overbearingly controlling, and able to have a blind
eye to the decisions they were making for my life. I got really good at
suppressing my past, yet, now little incidents were causing those shelved
memories to suddenly surface. When I needed reviving, like all the other
beach combers, the purifying forces of the beach’s sights and sounds could
drive out all those negative thoughts – but, not today. It was a little breakfast
café called Biscuits and Gravy where my salvation truly began. I still had a
few dollars in my pocket, but I knew I needed a way to make enough money
for food and a place to live. I matured quickly, largely due to the pageant
world that consumed my life from the age of five. This not only forces you to
grow up fast, but ultimately masks the innocence of youth. I knew I could pass
as someone much older, but with no other identification other than my high
school ID, this could be an issue. I never got my driver’s license, as most kids
my age, which I am now regretting. Not wanting anyone to be able to find me,
getting my license at this point was completely out of the question, yet a bit of
a dilemma. My life literally changed while having breakfast, contemplating
my options. On that day, I met Buddy and Jane Martin who owned and ran the
Biscuits and Gravy Cafe. They were in their late 50’s and looked like throw-
backs from the hippie age. They ended up taking me under their tie-dyed
wings, which being the intuitive people they were, could tell I was in great
need of a guardian angel.
Every day since the day I arrived, I would come into the café, and one or
the other would sit and chat with me with either a muffin or cinnamon roll in
tow. About the fifth day they asked me if I needed a job, because they were in
need of some extra help a few hours a day. I couldn’t accept the offer fast
enough, yet a little leery of their blind generosity. My next worry was the issue
of my identity, which could be my one demise. Right on cue, as if reading my
mind, they explained they’d have to pay me cash under the table, as work was
needed. When they asked me where I was staying I said the local campground,
since I had just moved to the area. I think they knew better, because they
offered me a room over their garage to stay, as long as I needed. They use to
rent it out to those with nowhere else to go, but stopped a few years ago since
the café kept them both so busy. They were the answer to my prayers, and I’ve
been working and living with the Martins ever since. It is funny, but they have
never asked me anything about my past, or even my last name. Who has that
kind of trust these days? For me it was the Martins.
There have been so many times I wanted to tell them everything, but
instead I continued to work hard and help them any way I could. Through the
years I have taken over more of the daily responsibilities of the café. They had
also helped me get a job with a local art gallery helping out at occasional
gallery shows and, again getting paid under the table. I also on occasion would
help clean rental cottages as needed for friends of the Martins. The second
hand book store keeps me busy the rest of the hours of the day. Reading has
become a passion and sometimes an obsession, but what better way to escape
a few hours a day than in a great novel. In school I never enjoyed reading; of
course the books we had to read were never a real source of teenage
entertainment. I now jump from romance to murder mysteries and everything
in between. There have even been a few authors who have come to the local
book store for a book signing, which I always tried to attend. Even if it wasn’t
someone I have read before, it gave me a new author to explore. The
opportunity to hear the interesting journey of these writers has always been
inspiring, especially since I left before finishing High School. I sometimes
wondered what direction I would have gone if I had finished High School and
continued on to college. I know my parents always had their dream of what I
should do, but never once asked me what I wanted to do with my life. Of
course, I didn’t know anyway-and still don’t.
I always wondered if the Martins had always lived here, or like me found
their way here due to some momentous reason. Regardless I have always
respected their privacy, as they have mine. They live very simply, work hard,
and seem to be very happy with their lives. They have few pictures, and there
seems to be no real family pictures, except of what might be a son. Even
though I am curious, I have again, never questioned whether or not the picture
was actually their son. The fact they never volunteered any information leads
me to believe it is not a topic they wished to share.
I’m not sure what has suddenly drawn me to a child I never knew, and
never wanted to know until recently; maybe a full moon or most likely, just
some overdue guilt? Whatever the reason, I can’t seem to shake these
thoughts of my youth. My ability to justify my actions has enabled me to
eliminate any guilt regarding the decision of leaving an innocent child in the
care of people, who themselves never should have had a child. I try not to be
judgmental, because I guess any moron can have a child; hence my own
reflection in the mirror. I know that just because I didn’t want to have a child,
doesn’t change the fact I did; no matter how hard I keep trying to justify it-my
reality is also my insanity. Yet, I still keep telling myself, “It’s survival of the
fittest, right? Life is a jungle, and only the strongest survive, right?” What
about this poor child that didn’t ask to be put into my family anymore than I
did? How strong can a five-year-old little girl be? Answers I knew all too
well; I just wish these thoughts would just go away. A much needed run on the
beach, while letting the surf drowned out the voices in my head will most
certainly clear my mind. It is a beautiful day and the wind is just cool enough
to dry the sweat on my brow as I run. I was into the rhythm of my feet
drumming the firm sand, the sound of the waves as they pounded the shore,
and then all of a sudden I’m tumbling with a bright yellow bucket caught
around my ankle; as I hit the hard wet sand. The next sound I heard was this
small voice, “can I have my bucket back please?” Looking up all I could see
was this little person with blond curly hair and big blue eyes looking down at
me. Again, she says, “My bucket, please.” I grabbed the bucket and unhooked
it from my ankle and handed it back to this angelic faced girl. “I’m sorry I
didn’t see the bucket, but here you go.” “Thank you.” “You're welcome. I
hope I didn’t break it.” “No, it looks okay. Do you want to help me build a
sand castle?” “Where are your parents? Maybe they could help you build a
sand castle.” “No, they are busy with my baby brother, he can’t walk or talk.”
“Oh, I see. I’d really like to help you, but I am sorry I can’t.”
Her big blue eyes dropped and she grabbed her bucket and sat down. It
was killing me, so I sat down and said, “Maybe just one sandcastle.” Her blue
eyes twinkled as we began to build a castle, which were actually a bunch of
bucket shaped clumps of sand. The whole time this little girl talked non-stop.
It amazed me that here she was with a complete stranger, and parents totally
nowhere to be seen. I could have grabbed this little girl, and she would be
gone. I asked her how old she was, and she continued to tell me she was five
years old and just had a birthday party. Her and her little friends dressed up
like princesses and she also had a pink Barbie cake. Just about that time, what
I assumed to be her mother, came over and squatted down and told her it was
time to go. “Hello, my name is, Sarah, I hope Heidi wasn’t bothering you?”
“No, she’s adorable and very friendly.” “Yes, we have to watch her, because
she loves to talk to anyone who will listen. It has been an adjustment for her
with a new baby brother. I was watching how wonderful you were with her,
do you have children of your own?” “Me? No-no! No children.” “Well,
thank you for your kindness, Heidi requires a lot of attention - I haven’t
figured out if it is her age, a little girl thing, or maybe just a new little brother
thing.” “She is a doll, and I enjoyed building a castle with her - I never had a
sister or brother, but I am sure they will be the best of buds in years to come.”
“I hope so! Thanks again.”
What is happening here? I don’t understand why after five years; this is the
first time I have paid any attention to the many children that have been on this
beach. I’ve jogged numerous times on this beach, and never once had a
second thought about the families on the beach-until today. I tried again to
continue my Zen run, but all I could see were those big blue eyes with that
angelic voice. I decided to just lie back in the sand, close my eyes, and try to
let the sounds of the waves clear my mind. Why wasn’t it working? I
squeezed my eyes shut and then a small and frightened voice was crying
“Mommy, Mommy” - there a few feet away was a little boy apparently lost
sitting on the sand crying. This unrecognizable maternal feeling to help this
little boy literally took over. “Are you lost?” “I can’t find my mommy,
where’s my mommy?” “Here let me help you find her. What is your name?”
“Bobby, I’m Bobby. Mommy told me not to talk to strangers, do you know
my mommy?” “No, but I’d like to meet her. Will you introduce me to her?”
Through tear soaked eyes, he said “ah-huh”. It took only a few minutes before
we found this frantic looking woman screaming “Bobby, Bobby where are
you?” I grabbed Bobby’s hand and headed in her direction. As soon as she
saw us she sprinted like a trained athlete straight for us, and grabbed Bobby.
Her face was first filled with relief and in a split second full of fury, and yet
full of love “don’t ever run off like that again without telling me where you are
going. Do you hear me?” With a whimper, the small boy squeaked out, “Yes
mommy. I wanted to play in the sand.” “Okay, go up to the motel and I will be
there in just a minute.” The little boy slowly headed to one of the beautiful
newer motels on the beach. “Thank you so much, I was worried out of my
mind. I just went to the bathroom, and when I came out he was gone.” I
couldn’t help thinking this seems to be my fate today, to save every lost child
on the beach. “No problem, I just happen to be in the right place at the right
time”. And, why was that? This question rambled in my head for the rest of
the day, no matter how hard I tried to think of something else; it just wasn’t
working. I headed back to my little place above the Martins garage, and
Buddy was in the yard tending to his many beautiful Hydrangeas. “What’s up
Jessie? You look a little forlorn.” “Just a weird day at the beach, I seem to be
the guardian angel of all the lost little children on the beach today.” “It sounds
like they were lucky you were at the beach today - we all need a guardian
angel of sorts sometimes in our lives.” “Speaking of guardian angels, I have
never properly thanked you, because you and Jane have truly been just that for
me, and I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come
into my life.” “Jessie, you have been the one that has enriched our lives the
day you came through the door of the cafe - what, five years ago?” “I can
hardly believe it myself, but five years ago my life was truly blessed”. “How
would you like to come over for dinner tonight, and we will celebrate our
five-year association? Marv dropped by some halibut this morning, do you
like fish?” “I haven’t had much fish actually, but that sounds great-what
time?” “How about five?” “Great, can I bring anything”? “No, just
yourself.” “I’ll be there”.
I had a couple hours, so I took a hot bath and sat down with a new novel.
The two hours went by quick, and I walked over to the house, which was right
across from the garage. Jane was in the kitchen finishing up a shrimp salad
and Buddy was out on the deck and I could hear him talking to someone. “Is
there someone else here for dinner besides me”? “I’m surprised Buddy didn’t
say anything; our son Jackson, surprised us with a visit, and will be visiting for
a few days. We haven’t seen him in nearly six years. We had a bit of a falling
out when he went off to college to be a lawyer, and then decided to go into law
enforcement. Not that we’re anti-establishment or anything, even though we
had a few years that cops were not our friends. We have all grown and
changed, time does that you know, and we decided life is too short and needed
to reconnect with our only son. I have to say you helped us realize this during
these past few years. You came to us when we needed you the most.”
“Actually, I was just telling Buddy, it is I that has felt saved by coming into
your café just five years ago. With your son here, maybe tonight might not be
the best night for me to come for dinner. We can have dinner anytime.” “No,
this is perfect, and we would like you to meet him, you’re like family now
Jessie - so please stay.” “Okay, if you’re sure, I’d love to stay.”
Now, family functions haven’t been high on my list of things I use to enjoy,
but since this wasn’t really my family it was worth a try. As I walked out on
the patio Buddy quickly introduced me to Jackson. “Please call me Jack.”
“Jack, very nice to meet you.” Wow, very handsome-in fact uncomfortably so.
“Mom and dad has told me so much about you, in fact, I’m a bit jealous just
how much my parents adore you.” “Now, that’s interesting since we really
don’t talk much, except shop talk. They have been wonderful to me; I don’t
know where my life would be without them.” “They do have big hearts, but
then again they did come from the era of free love.” “Yes, I figured that out
with their tie-dyed apparel, and their pure generosity and trust. Where I come
from, trust doesn’t come quite as easy. “So, where do you come from? I take
it not from around here.” “No, when I came here-you could say; I left my past
behind me. I try not to visit that time of my life, if you know what I mean.”
“Not exactly, but I know what it is like to run to something-as well as away
from something. Does that make sense? Anyway I’ll try not to ask again.”
“Thanks. I guess I too feel I ran to find something, only at the time I didn’t
know what that was -- until I came here and met your parents.”
“Mom and dad were sort of anti-establishment for a long time, but after I
came along decided to take the high road of responsibility. I know that took a
big step to make that kind of change for them. Their search to find somewhere
low-key to raise a child; eventually brought them here. They worked hard and
saved their money, while working for this old war veteran-which is ironic
since they marched and protested against the war for years. He kind of took
them under his broken veteran wing by giving them a place to work, as well as
a place to live. Through the years he shared many war stories with them.
Biscuits and Gravy was actually his second hand store where he sold all sorts
of war memorabilia. It is funny to think of dad working with the ‘ole guy, but
he did until this poor fellow couldn’t work any longer. Mom continued to
cook and care for him up until he became very ill, and eventually died. Before
he died though, he turned over the store and house to them, and they have
been here ever since. The store was turned into a café, and here we are. I
grew up here and graduated from the local High School, although I can’t say
small town living is my thing. I wanted to be a lawyer, and they wanted me to
work here with them. They tried to be supportive, but some of those earlier
values couldn’t help but slip into their Martin support.” “It actually sounds
wonderful. You still were allowed to make your own choices.” “True, but it
created a lot of tension when I chose Law Enforcement as a career. It was
hard to share my career with them, until maybe now. We are definitely taking
steps in the right direction.” “I’m happy for you, because you have wonderful
parents. So Jackson, where do you live now?” “I’m living back East, in a
little town in Maine.” “Maine, wow you did find the furthest possible point
from here.” “It wasn’t really that intentional, but just worked out that way. I
got a scholarship to Harvard, but decided I’m not the arguing type - not into
the fight, could be some Martin throw back. Make love not war - in the
courtroom? Even though they had a few battles in their day, which resulted in
some brief jail time; they have come a long way from those days. So, maybe
it wasn’t a Martin throw back to work on the other side of the jail cell, but I
fell in love with working in Law Enforcement none the less. It started out as a
college job that grew into something that was more fulfilling than going to law
school. I’m working as a detective directly with the FBI involved with human
trafficking. It is very challenging due to the women involved are very
reluctant to speak to us, and when I began many women didn’t even speak
English.” “Human Trafficking? Is that really something that occurs here in
the U.S.?” “Oh yes, unfortunately.” “That is so hard to believe, I’ve always
heard of it happening in other countries, but not here.” “Well, I feel I am
doing something really worth while, rather than trying to protect low life’s and
high priced executives.” “I can understand that. How long will you be
staying?” “Not long, I have to get back by the end of the week.” “Well, I think
I’d better go see if I can help Jane with dinner, and then get going so you can
spend what little time you have left with your family. You do have six years’
worth of time to catch up on.
We then had a great dinner with some amusing stories from Jack, as he was
telling some of his funnier stories he’d experienced in his first few years in
law enforcement. These I feel were for the benefit of his parents, maybe to
lighten up the danger he really experiences fighting criminals on a daily basis.
It was quite interesting to hear just how dumb some criminals are; a good
thing in his line of work. “Well it was so nice to meet you Jack; I hope to see
you again soon. Thank you for dinner, it was wonderful.” “You’re welcome
Jessie, it is always a pleasure to spend time with you.” “It was nice to meet
you Jessie, and you will be seeing more of me in the next few days. I plan on
getting to know you, as you seem to know a lot more about me.” “We’ll see,
again it was very nice to meet you.”
Wow, the Martins have a son – that is a very handsome son, and in Law
Enforcement. I have to say when he said Maine my heart jumped from my
chest to my throat. I didn’t even want to know what town in case it was
anywhere near my hometown. Of course, as small as Maine is, any town
would be too close. I’m going to have to come up with a real plausible reason
for coming out west not to raise any suspicion, due to his law enforcement
connection. I have to keep my distance until he leaves, just to protect my past.
I’ll come up with something, not sure what, but something. With all the
novels I’ve read, there has to be some fictional story I can borrow that would
be believable enough for a detective. After my good-byes to Jack and the
Martins, I headed home to snuggle up with my new book and sleep away the
rest of the night. It has been a day filled with too many dredges of my past. In
fact, it has been mind boggling, first the kids on the beach and then Jackson
from Maine-what are the odds??
Jessie’s day started at the crack of dawn at the café, as she made sure all the
early risers could enjoy their coffee and newspaper with a side of cinnamon
roll. The one person Jessie didn’t expect to see was Jack, but there he was
sitting there all gorgeous and gleaming from an obvious early morning run on
the beach. “Well hi there, you’re up early.” “Yeah, I can’t resist a run on the
beach before the family, kids, and dogs take it over.” “I know what you
mean.” Knew it, his body glistened from moisture and the glow of his warm
smile - wow, what a winning combination. Can’t imagine why he hasn’t been
snatched up by some blond blue-eyed beauty-or then again, maybe he has.
Hmm, I never asked and he never mentioned it. Oh well, I’m keeping my
distance. “Jessie, do you need any help?” “No, thanks - this is pretty normal
for this time of day.” “Pretty impressive, dad never said how well the café
was doing.” “Thankfully it is, or I wouldn’t have gotten this job when I blew
into town.” “Mentioning blowing into town, you owe me a little history
lesson on your migration here to this small town.” “Oh contraire, I owe you
nothing except maybe a little more coffee.” “Playing hard to get; I’m game.”
“No game, just nothing to tell. I came here, stayed, got offered a job, and here
I am.” “That is obvious, but from what part of this great land do you hail
from, why here, and do you have family here?” Think boring but probable
story. “Okay, I come from Michigan where I lived with an obnoxious Aunt
after my parents were killed in an accident. I ran away at sixteen, which my
Aunt, I’m sure, was delighted. I’m an only child, my parents were off and
more involved with their hob-knobbing lifestyle than having any time for a
bothersome child. After their death, that was how I got shipped off to
Michigan to my mother’s sister, who was not too excited to have a teenager
hanging around, to say the least. So, one day when she was passed out cold
from her daily alcoholic stupor I decided to take the money in my savings
account set up by my parents, and go west, which brought me here. That’s it,
and here I am - end of story.” “I’m sorry Jessie. I wouldn’t have pushed if I
knew you had lost your parents. It’s one thing to run away from your family,
but to have them taken away no matter how distance you feel, it is totally
different.” “Please don’t be sorry, this has been the best part of my life, they
were never like parents - ever.” I’m glad you found my family, and I know
they are glad they found you. You have been all they have talked about for the
past few years, and I have to say I was a little jealous.” “Well, I’d do anything
for them - I owe them my life, at least the life I have now.” “I’m glad I came
out and had a chance to meet you - it’s always nice to put a face to a name. At
first I was a little worried, they said so little about who you were and my
police instincts kept taking over, but I trusted their instincts enough to stay out
of it. Besides they never gave me your complete name to even attempt to
check you out.” “That’s good, because there’s nothing to check out.” “I see
that and can’t be more pleased.” “Good, let’s just leave it at that.” Jessie
decided to play it safe and just smiled as she continued to wait on other
customers.
Just as Jack was getting up to leave, Monique who owned Shipwreck Art
Gallery came in. She squealed out Jack’s name and collapsed right into his
arms, as she laid on more than just a welcome home kiss. Jack grabbed her
arm and walked her to a table where they sat and talked very intently. As I
watched I couldn’t help but wonder what their history was, but why do I care -
I don’t care, I don’t want to care. I occasionally worked for Monique and I am
sure she has lived here forever and they probably grew up here together. So,
it’s only obvious they knew each other. As I went over to see if Monique
wanted anything, she said the usual without even looking up, and just kept on
talking to Jack. Well, nothing like being totally dismissed. So, I got her, one
of the two different orders she usually gets - hoping I picked the right one.
She thanked me without even looking up or looking to see what I brought.
Again, she dismissed me as she obviously wanted Jack all to herself. Works
for me; less attention on me, or my life.
Jack and Monique finally left and I finished up my shift and headed home.
I couldn’t get them out of my mind, and I don’t even know why. This
afternoon I had agreed to help the Johnson’s clean both of their rental homes.
They have two of the best rentals in town; very high end. Cleaning these
homes lets me pretend I lived there in high style, alone and successful. Of
course, those things really didn’t mean as much to me since I came from
people who lived the high life and were successful. I just would do it different
if I had such a life - completely different. Then for the first time she imagined
what it would be like to have her daughter and raising her alone. For just a
second, she could see herself raising a child in such a town, in such a house. It
didn’t take long before reality hit and she knew this would never happen, and
she didn’t want it to happen. Financially Jessie knew she could take care of a
child, but her goal has never been to raise any child; including her own. What
her future plan was though, she still didn’t have a clue; just keep busy enough
that she didn’t have time to look back, or even look to her own future. Jessie
finished cleaning the rentals, but needed to somehow clear her thoughts. What
better than a long walk along the shore on the way home.
It was a fairly calm evening with a full moon brightly reflecting off the
ocean. The glow from the moon cast eerie shadows around the rusted out
hulls, and only a few people were taking advantage of such a beautiful night.
Even with the hypnotic sounds of the pounding waves, it was just enough to
clear Jessie’s troubled soul. Sleep came quick, but she woke feeling tired and
anxious. She knew she had slept, but wasn’t quite sure why she felt as though
she hadn’t slept at all. Her morning didn’t get any better, as she started work
at the café; she felt a smidge off center and couldn’t quite conquer it. Her
reactions were off, causing her to drop 2 coffee cups and she forgot to put the
timer on the cinnamon rolls; almost burning them. She prayed Jack wouldn’t
show up, and he didn’t. That almost made it worse, causing her to constantly
wonder if he was with Monique. As the café slowed down, she decided to
leave the café in the capable hands of Suzie, the other waitress. Buddy would
be in soon and she knew things would be fine. Buddy and Jane gave her
complete carte-blanch when it came to Biscuits and Gravy. Jessie decided to
take the long way home, walking down to the beach and around to the Martins
house. She took her shoes off and let her toes bury themselves as she walked
thru the grassy dunes. On her way up the sandy hill, her foot suddenly felt a
sharp pain that dropped Jessie immediately to the ground. As she grabbed her
foot to see what the source of this agonizing pain was, she could see this piece
of broken glass sticking out of her foot. This was just great, a perfect ending
to a horrible morning. Just as she was about to pull the glass out of her foot
she heard someone calling her name. Oh no, it was Jack. “Are you okay
Jessie, what happened?” “It’s nothing. I just stepped on some glass.”
“Nothing? Let me see.” “Really, I’m okay. I’ll just pour some peroxide on it
and slap on a band aid, and then, good as new.” “I don’t think so, that looks
pretty bad. It needs more than just peroxide and a band aid.” “Really Jack,
it’s nothing.” “Jessie, my parents would be very upset to think they didn’t
raise a gentleman to help a damsel in distress.” “Whoa, I’m no damsel, and
certainly not in distress.” Just then she grabbed the glass and ripped it out of
her foot, and in less than two seconds everything went black. The next thing
Jessie heard was, “Jessie, are you awake? Jessie, honey, are you with us?”
“What happened, where am I?” “Hey superwoman, when you yanked out that
piece of glass from your foot, you were out for the count.” “Oh yeah, the
glass. I’m okay now, thanks.” Jane leaned over to Jessie and said “Honey,
Doctor Knox is on his way over to take a look at that foot.” “Oh no, please
I’m really fine.” Jack piped up saying, “Peroxide and a band aid, right?” “Yes,
I’m sure that will be just what the doctor will order.” “Well, we’ll find out
shortly, I can hear him at the door now.” Jessie glared at Jackson as she tried
to convince him she was fine. “Hi Doctor Knox, I’m sorry they took you
away from your busy day. It really is nothing, just a little cut.” “Jessie, it’s
really not any trouble at all, I’m glad to come and make sure you’re okay.
From what I heard you wouldn’t have come on your own.” “That’s because
(glaring at Jack) it really is nothing.” As the doctor cleaned up the cut, Jessie
felt like a little kid again with no control of her life. Not a feeling she liked in
the least. “Well Jessie, you need stitches, which I felt might be the case so I
came prepared. Are you allergic to any medications?” Jessie couldn’t
remember ever being allergic. “No.” “Good, I’m going to put a few stitches
in for you, as well as prescribe some antibiotics for infection. I could also
prescribe some pain medication if you like.” “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks.” Jessie
played out her Superwoman act through the shot and stitches, not as easy of a
feat as she anticipated, but her determination won out. “Keep your foot up for
the rest of the day and try to rest.” “Don’t worry Doc, I’ll be glad to take care
of her.” “Look Jack, I’ve been taking care of myself for many years now - I’ll
be fine!” “I know you will, because I’m going to take care of you - right
mom.” “Jessie honey, let Jackson help you get settled - It’ll make me feel
much better.” “Jane I really am fine, but I’ll let Jack get me settled, and then
he can - go.” “Thank you Jessie, I’m going to feel much better now. I’ll get
some soup for you and biscuits of course.” Jessie knew she wasn’t going to
win this situation, so she reluctantly succumbed to the inevitable help of
Jackson.
Jack carried her up to her room above the garage with this satisfied look on
his face. “Well, you got me here, so you can go now.” “Why are you so
determined not to except help?” “I’m used to taking care of myself. It’s not
as though I lost a leg, I just cut my foot.” “Yeah, and it was not just a cut, you
had to get several stitches.” “You’re right, and I’m going to live.”
“Thankfully yes, but first I need to go pick up your antibiotics.” “Good idea,
and take your time - I’m doing just fine now.” “Here’s a blanket and a glass of
water. I’ll be back with some soup and your pills shortly.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah
- take your time.” Jackson left and Jessie felt relieved to finally be alone. She
would have never admitted it to Jack, but her foot was throbbing like crazy.
She propped up her foot and tried to rest.
Jack was back in less than an hour, even though it seemed more like
minutes to Jessie. “Back so soon?” “Yes, and Doc also prescribed a few pain
pills just in case you need them. I stopped and also got you some soup, a
biscuit, and a cinnamon roll for later.” “Thanks, I do appreciate all your help,
but I will be fine now. I’ll have some soup you brought, take my antibiotics,
and even take a pain pill. Then my plan is to just rest, for the rest of the day -
alone.” “I got me some soup too, so we can eat together.” “How nice, but I
don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m sure you have better things
to do than babysit me.” “Nope, not a thing - mom and dad went into Portland
and won’t be back until late tonight.” “You should have gone with them.”
“No, this is their time to stop and visit a couple of their old hippie friends.
Trust me going to the dentist would be more enjoyable than that.” Jessie
couldn’t help not to laugh. “Finally a smile, I was beginning to think you
didn’t like my company.” “No, I just don’t want to be a burden - I’m very
capable…” “I know you can take care of yourself. Sometimes it’s okay to let
someone else help, think of it as an opportunity for someone to do a good
deed. You don’t want to deprive me of my “Good Samaritan” status do you?”
“Heaven forbid - I wouldn’t dream of it. Okay, but I thought you’d have other
plans - if not with your parents, but maybe with Monique. It looked like you
two have been friends for some time.” “Monique? Yes, we’ve known each
other for a long time.” “It looked a lot more than just friends to me.” “There
was some history - a long time ago. Now we are just friends.” “What kind of
history?” “For someone who doesn’t like to talk about her past, you ask a lot
of questions about my past.” “It must be the pills; I don’t seem to have any
control over myself.” “Really, this could be a more enjoyable night than I
thought.” “Hey, I’m not that far gone - try anything funny and you’ll see just
how well I can take care of myself.” “I believe you - sorry, just kidding
around.
As far as Monique, I knew her back when she was Monica.” “Monica?”
“Yep, her real name is Monica. She followed me back East, when I went back
to school. We were dating and she didn’t want a long distant relationship. I
threw myself into my studies; she got bored, and took some art classes at the
local college. Our interest and needs changed. She went to New York for a
job, I went into law enforcement. We remained friends, but just wanted
different things in our lives. She came back when her mom got ill, opened the
Art Gallery, and never left. She came and saw me a few times and we went
out to dinner. We are just friends.” “Monica to Monique? What is that all
about?” “When she was in New York someone she was dating thought
Monique sounded more sophisticated, so she changed her name. She never
told her mom until the day before she died. Her mom was a wonderful
woman, and told her she loved the name Monique - I’m sure to make her feel
better, and it worked because she has been Monique ever since. Her dad still
calls her Monica, even though he is in a nursing home.” “So, how many
Monica/Monique’s do you have in town? Remember it’s the pill’s asking the
questions.” “Actually, she is the only one. How about you?” “No one, just
High School crushes. I’m never going to fall in love, at least that’s my plan
for now.” “Never say never-you know that is the kiss of death. I can’t believe
you don’t want a family.” “That’s right, just me, myself, and I don’t need
anyone.” “There is a story here, no one is that emphatic without being
seriously hurt.” “No story, I had loser parents, an alcoholic aunt, and found I
can do anything I want without the help of anyone.” “I beg to differ,
superwoman, remember the glass? Regardless, I believe there is a mystery
here, just waiting to be solved.” “No mystery here, because what you see is
what you get. And, if you see superwoman, that description works for me.”
“I’m very happy at what I see Jessie, but I still say there’s more here than
meets the eye.”
“I’m feeling tired now, so you can go.” “Don’t worry I’m not going to
press you about your past, for now.” “Good, there’s nothing there - really
nothing.” “Jessie, okay - how about we put on a movie and I’ll get you some
tea or something.” “I’m really tired.” “I’ll just stay until you fall asleep.
Would you like some tea?” “Sure, that would be nice.” Jessie was worn out,
tired, and the pills were starting to make her feel fuzzy. Jack brought her some
tea and positioned her with a pillow and blanket, turned on the TV, and found
a movie. Neither spoke as they watched an old black and white movie. Soon
Jessie was out and her head softly landed on Jacks shoulder. He put his arm
around her and soon fell asleep himself.
It was 5am when Jessie finally woke up to a throbbing foot, but to her
surprise found Jack’s comforting arm holding her. She couldn’t believe how
wonderful it felt to have his arm around her, and how incredibly handsome he
was - especially asleep and not asking any questions. She just starred at his
gorgeous dark hair with just a bit of a curl, and his mouth which looked so soft
and inviting - she was close enough to caress his lips with hers. She suddenly
felt this indescribable warmth overcome her; nothing like she ever felt before.
She hoped he wouldn’t wake up and see her all flushed, even though she
couldn’t take her eyes off him. Suddenly he started to wake, which brought
them eye to eye. “Good morning Jessie.” “Uh, good morning- and what
exactly happened here?” “I guess I fell asleep, after you fell asleep. I didn’t
want to wake you, so I just held you until I, well I fell asleep--nothing
happened if that is what you’re wondering.” “I know nothing happened, but I
didn’t expect to wake up and have you still here.” “Yeah, either did I - and
now I think my arm is permanently asleep - which I’ll have you know, is my
shooting arm.” “Serves you right.” “How’s your foot this morning, and don’t
say fine.” “Except for a little throbbing --just fine.” “Fine, but I don’t believe
you, I’m getting you your pills along with some breakfast, I’ll have you know;
I am the pancake king.” “I’m sure you are, but I don’t want any pancakes, but
thanks anyway.” “Too bad, I’m leaving you a stack on the table along with
your pills, and I’ll check up on you later.” “Don’t bother, I’m. . .” “I know,
you’re fine.”
Jessie’s foot was more of a hindrance than she’d ever admit and the pain as
she walked was almost unbearable. She was glad to have Jack gone and if she
was lucky, he’d not return. Jane had told her to just stay off her feet and not to
worry about the café, and Jessie planned to do just that. At first she felt it
ridiculous, but it didn’t take long before she succumbed to her throbbing foot.
A challenge to take a bath without getting her foot wet was, as much as she
wanted to tackle today. Just about the time she had decided to run her bath,
there was a knock at the door. She hobbled to the door to see Jack standing
there, “Hi Jack, what are you doing back so soon? I was just about to take a
bath.” “Do you need any help?” “Ha ha!” “Mom sent over a care package,
and I wanted to see if you needed anything.” “No, I’m doing just ‘fine’. Just
set the stuff on the table and tell Jane thanks for me.” Jessie proceeded to run
a bath, as a hint to Jack that she was just fine and he could leave.
Now taking a bath with your leg hanging over the side of a tub is quite a
challenge, but where there’s a will there is a way- Something she knew quite
well. Bath over and time to explore the care package sent over by Jane. As
Jessie came out of the bathroom, there stood Jackson. “Jack! What the heck
are you still doing here?” “I didn’t want to take a chance of you slipping in
the tub, hitting your head, and no one here to help.” “Jack, I keep telling you
I’m fine. See, all safe and sound - now go spend time with your family.
Aren’t you leaving soon?” “No, I decided to stay until the end of next week.
Besides mom and dad are down at the café.” “Oh no, Now I feel horrible, I’ve
let them down.” “No, they’re having a great time spending time with all the
regulars.” “I have let them down.” “No, they’re really good. Susie has gone
to her sister’s wedding and they planned on working anyway.” “Oh no, I have
to go and help, this is terrible.” “Jessie, they are more than fine - really. I
went and helped this morning, but after about an hour they sent me over here.”
“You worked as a waiter? You wore an apron, served coffee, and took
orders?” “Yes, and that’s probably why mom sent me here with this care
package.” “So, I guess you’d better keep your day job.” “Personally I thought
I did pretty good, only broke 2 coffee cups, but found out I make horrible
coffee.” “I guess you made the right career choice.” “I think mom and dad
are probably glad now I chose a different career.” Jessie took full advantage
of joking around at Jack’s expense, and before she knew it they were having
lunch, and laughing until her side couldn’t take it any longer. Jack had put in a
DVD and they were settling in like an old married couple. “Wait a minute,
what’s happening here?” “What do you mean? We’re getting ready to watch
a movie.” “Yes, but you’re not supposed to be here.” “Why? We’re having a
good time. What do you have against having a good time?” “Nothing,
but???” “But what? Jessie I enjoy your company and I thought you enjoyed
mine, even though you have more fun trying to push me away.” “Which I
must say, you don’t take a hint very well at all.” Jack went over grabbed
Jessie and held her close to him, so close she suddenly lost all train of thought
and her body felt weak. She found she had no defenses when he was that
close. She wanted to push him away, but couldn’t or maybe just didn’t want
to. Jack was speaking to her, but she couldn’t hear a word he said. Never had
she felt so weak, nor had her whole body tremble from head to toe. She was
afraid to look up at him, because she knew he’d be able to read the
vulnerability in her eyes. “Jessie, did you hear me? I said I care about you - a
lot.” Jessie looked up at him and the only thing she wanted to do was kiss
him, and kiss him over and over again. Since Jessie wasn’t saying anything
verbally, he could obviously feel her body tremble and see the desire in her
eyes, because about that time her legs gave out and Jack grabbed her; what
proceeded next was the most passionate kiss, as he carefully laid her on the
couch.
Jessie felt electrical surges penetrating through every pore of her body. This
was more than she could handle, a feeling that scared her to the very depth of
her being. She suddenly pushed Jack away, and tried to explain her fear to
him and that she needed some space. Jack was almost as surprised as she was
at his vastly deep passion, which too scared him. He had never felt this way
about someone so quick, so they both agreed to walk away at this point, and
put some distance between them.
Jack called the next couple days to check up on her, but kept his distance as
he had promised. He was leaving Saturday, and they decided to see each other
before he left. Jessie’s stitches were coming out Friday and he said he’d take
her; even though she was reluctant, she agreed to let him take her to the
doctors. She needed to get back to work and get her life back on track. She
knew as soon as he left, she could put this behind her and move on. Besides,
he was on the East Coast, she is on the West Coast and the twain shall never
meet again - God willing.
Jack came over as promised and took Jessie to the doctor’s office to have
her stitches out. Few words were spoken, but body language seemed to speak
louder than words. It was something neither wanted to talk about, and both
avoided by not looking directly at each other. Stitches came out and the ride
home again in silence. It wasn’t until they reached the house, they finally
broke down. Jessie’s voice cracked as she told Jack they can’t try to carry on
any type of coast to coast relationship. He agreed and as much as he wanted
to kiss her and never stop, he gave her a hug and kissed her on the top of her
head. Jessie went inside and broke down in tears. This had been the strangest
month, between her flashes of her past and now Jack. All she wanted now
was to again completely rely on just herself; and remember what is important -
focus on working so hard nothing else could possibly penetrate her thoughts.
Saturday came and went and all Jessie could think about was that Jack was
gone and she needed to keep as busy as possible-and she did. Exhaustion was
her best friend and sleeping was her salvation until she began to dream. Jessie
practically passed out at the sight of her bed. What she never dreamed was
that her actual dreams would also be her worst nightmare. Jack was always in
the forefront of her subconscious and in her dreams at night. Morning came
like a drunken haze, a hangover would have at least been something tangible
to grasp. It was time to clear her mind and put Jack on the same shelf she had
put her past. She didn’t have to work at the café at the crack of dawn this
morning thanks to Susie, but that leaves many hours to keep herself busy
enough not to think of Jack.
After a quick replenishing shower that was more on the cooler side than
usual, the only thing she wanted to do was head to the beach for an exhausting
run -- could be just what the doctor ordered. The first few sprints felt great
and the sounds of the surf mesmerizing. Unfortunately, her foot proved to not
be as healed as Jessie had hoped. So, a run on the beach was not exactly what
the doctor ordered after all. So, a limping walk back home took the place of a
Zen run at the beach. It was as though, the forces of bad karma were
inevitable, right down to a storm front that was coming in fast. Jessie hobbled
back to her room over the garage and hunkered down to wind, rain, and more
wind. Trees were tossing about and the wind caused creaking like she’d never
heard before. Buddy came by to make sure she was doing okay and offered
her a safe haven at their house. Welcoming any distraction, she accepted and
headed over, which took all of a couple minutes. “Hey, quite a storm huh?”
“Yes it is, and I appreciate the offer, because the walls were shaking more than
me.” “Well, I heard this was coming, but I didn’t realize the intensity I guess.”
“I hadn’t heard anything, so this is news to me. I went to have a little run and
actually it was fairly nice, but the lack of kids and dogs should have been a
clue.” It wasn’t long before lights were out and it got cold quick. “Buddy,
what about the café?” “I told Suzie to close up and get home. She said she
still had a couple customers and then she’d be out of there, but I think I’ll go
over and make sure all the hatches are batten down to weather the storm.”
“This is really something; I just can’t believe how fast this came up.” “Well, it
blew in a little earlier than they predicted, but I guess that’s not such a surprise
- weather here must be pretty unpredictable, due to the frequency of
misdiagnosis.” “A job as a weather person must be a great job, you get to be
wrong quite often and not get fired.” “That’s the nature of the beast in the
northwest-constant changing tides of all kinds of crazy weather that Mother
Nature has to throw at us.” “Jane, do you think Buddy’s okay? He’s been
gone for quite a while.” “I’ll give him a call -- or maybe not, the phones are
out.” “Let’s walk over and make sure things are okay. I’m going to run up
and get a heavier coat, wait for me.” “Okay, but be careful.”
The wind was literally howling and the rain attacking in every direction
possible, but the most eerie were the sounds coming in all directions. The
ocean was angry, the sky was angry, and you could feel the fear of all exposed
to the rages of nature. Inside turned into echoes of one’s fear caused by the
existing sounds stirred by the intense storm surges. Fear in any form is
paralyzing and can leave one feeling helpless; which only begets even more
fear and more helplessness.
Jane was ready and they carefully trekked to the café, fighting the flying
debris and pounding rain. Branches were down everywhere and Jane couldn’t
get to the café soon enough. As they approached the side of the café the first
thing they saw was a huge tree had broken in half and fallen through the side
of the café breaking out the windows. Jane was frantic as she threw open the
door to find Buddy on the floor. A branch from the tree had caused part of the
wall to collapse on top of Buddy, and he wasn’t moving. Screams of panic
and fear filled the small café as Jane fell to his side calling out his name.
Jessie quickly grabbed Jane and shook her into reality – “we need to get Doc
Knox, Jane you go get him and I’ll tend to Buddy.” Jessie got some towels
and began to apply pressure to his arm and made a tunicate for his leg. Unable
to move any of the heavy debris, she moved what she could and then tended to
his wounds. She kept trying to get him to respond, but he was out and
fortunately still breathing even though a bit labored. It didn’t take long before
Jane came back with the doctor and several friends from the community. It
was a community effort, but Buddy was freed from the falling branches and
wall. The doctor had an ambulance summoned thanks to a working cell
phone, something the Martins, or even I never felt necessary. There wasn’t a
lot people could do for the café except cover the exposed areas with a tarp.
Jane went with Buddy to the hospital and I went back to the Martin’s house to
wait to hear about Buddy.
Without electricity it became dark and cold fast. The Martins had a
fireplace and plenty of wood along with candles. I retrieved a flashlight and
went upstairs to get a book to get me through the storm. Although not a
religious person, I said a little prayer that Buddy would be okay, and the storm
would quickly end. The grey skies were still stirring, as the storm slowly
began to wind down. Except for the dancing flames of what little light was
coming from the fire, everything was still surrounded by darkness. Jessie
wrapped a warm handmade quilt around her to retain what little warmth her
body instilled, but reading wasn’t getting her through this storm. As she gazed
into the fire, another storm was surging under her skin and in her mind.
Jessie’s state of mind was as tumultuous as the storm outside. It was too much
and if she didn’t have any sense of sanity, she couldn’t help but feel the storm
outside was the product of her own storm from within. Now here she was in
the home of Jack, the one person she was so desperately trying to forget. In a
home of such love, her thoughts of her own home were becoming like a
burning knife penetrating her soul. Her protective walls that she built from a
strong constitution these past few years were now crumbling at a fast rate.
The Bermuda Triangle had nothing on Jessie. She had to do something to
strengthen the dam before it burst.
Morning came with sunshine, and still no electricity. First on the list is to
stoke the fire, a warm cup of tea, and then a quick trip outside to survey the
fury of last night’s storm. Marv came by just as Jessie was about to walk out
the door. “Marv, is everything okay?” “You took the words right out of my
mouth Jessie. Jane called me on my cell to have me check on you, and to say
Buddy is okay - that is except for a broken leg, broken arm, a concussion, and
a few stitches - he’s doing as well as expected.” “Holy Moly - that’s awful,
but I’m glad to hear he’s still in the land of the living. Have you been down to
the café yet this morning?” “Yeah, and it looks bad, but nothing that can’t be
repaired. I’m sure their insurance will come through in no time, because the
locals will only be able to go so long without the good food and good
company found at the Biscuits and Gravy C.” “You’ve got that right.” “So,
back to the reason I stopped by, are you doing okay?” “Yes, I’m fine.” Fine,
my mantra to Jack, and at that time I was fine-and now, fine is just a four letter
word that haunts me. “Thanks Marv, if you talk to Jane let her know all is
well here at the home front, including me.” “Now if you need anything, I’m
just down the road - I hope Buddy and Jane will now rethink the modern
convenience like a cell phone.” “I can’t judge them, ‘cause I’m also one of the
few without one - but, this was definitely a wakeup call for emergencies like
this.” “Got to go, but like I said, if you need anything? Oh yeah, Jane also
wanted me to tell you it might be a few days before Buddy is able to leave the
hospital, and she hopes that you wouldn’t mind taking care of things until
then.” “I’m here for whatever they need, and I, will be glad to handle things
here.” “You’re a luv Jessie, check back with you later.”
Still no electricity, still no phones – one of the downfalls of small town life
is, nothing happens too quickly. Jessie decided to take a walk through town to
see how everyone else had fared. Along with too much time, also means too
much time to think about Jack - got to find something to keep busy, very busy.
Bundled up for the still cold day, brought a sight that was amazing. Trees
tossed about and branches on the ground, everywhere. In fact a strong wind in
the opposite direction would have landed this large tree right on top of her
little room over the garage. The walk through town was like a walk through a
war zone. The Biscuit and Gravy Café wasn’t the only business that incurred
damage from the storm, but nothing, thankfully, that couldn’t be repaired.
Mostly just a jungle of debris hanging off signs and buildings, and many
branches scattered about the road. People were out attacking the mess
together side by side and hand to hand. It is a great feeling how small
community’s work together without having to ask, as if all an extension of one
big family. It didn’t take long before Jessie was working side by side with
everyone else. After a day of hard work Jessie felt wonderful, she felt like the
old Jessie - it was just what she needed. Her foot was feeling the pain of being
on her feet most of the day, and as much as she would like a hot bath, without
electricity probably not in the cards. Jessie headed back to the Martins and got
the fire back up and roaring, set a kettle on the rack above the fireplace, and
made a sandwich. No thoughts of the past and no thoughts of Jack-life is,
once again good.
Exhaustion and a full stomach slowly lulled Jessie into a much needed
slumber. What seems okay on the outside isn’t always reflected on the inside.
Dreams cross over to nightmares, which most times relate more closely to our
fears, as dreams of desire are sometimes a mirror of our soul. Jessie sprung up
out of her sleep like a Jack in the Box, bad pun. Just the same, even a day of
hard work hadn’t completely eradicated Jack from her head. Jessie grabbed
her jacket and as she went to grab the door handle, the door suddenly swung
open. “I must be dreaming. You can’t be standing there.” “Jessie, what are
you doing here?” “Me? I’m staying here until your dad -- oh, did you know
Buddy is in the hospital?” “Yes, that’s why I’m back. Dad’s in pretty bad
shape and I know he’s going to need a lot of help. Mom is good, but with the
café in need of repair; she can’t do it alone.” “I’m here, and I can help. You
need to go back East, to your life there - I can help Buddy and Jane with
everything.” “You really do have this Superwoman complex, don’t you?”
“No, I’m here and this is my life, and perfectly capable of helping them.”
“They’re my family Jessie, not yours.” Jessie gasped, and felt like someone
had just ripped the rug from under her feet. Without saying a word, she turned
and headed out the door. Before she actually made it through the door, Jack
grabbed her arm and tried to apologize. “It didn’t come out quite the way I
meant, I was just trying to say that I want to be here for them, because of the
many years I wasn’t. It has taken a while, but I finally understand how
important family is and how fleeting and unforgiving time can be. You know
time is a fickle test of fate, it can work for you or against you - and it can
change your life as quickly as the tides. When it stops, it’s over.
“So, how are you doing? Wait let me guess, your fine.” “Yes, I am fine
and it’s time for me to go.” “Jessie, you don’t have to go. The electricity is
still out and you have no heat. Sit by the fire, stay warm, and we can talk or
not.” “Thanks, but I’ll be fi--okay.” “Jessie, sit down.” Surprised at his bold
command, she hesitated and then to both of their surprise she sat. “Thank you,
it’s not the time to be so bull-headed. We can talk and be civil, as much as my
parents love you, we should at least be friends.” “Don’t you think it would be
awkward, considering what happened?” “Jessie, as much as I would have
loved to have more than just kissing you, nothing more happened.” “Maybe
not for you, but something happened - are you saying you felt nothing?”
“Jessie, I’m not sure how to answer that. If I say yes, I’m afraid I’ll never see
you, if I say no, which would be a lie, again you may run and I could lose you
forever. I just know I don’t want to lose you.” “Why did you have to say
that? I have tried very hard to get you out of my head, my heart, and my
dreams since you left. I thought I was making progress, but now here you
are.” “Here I am. So, let’s just forget everything and start over - just friends.”
“Only a man would say something so stupid. Men can just turn their feeling
on and off like some friggin clapper. Clap lights on-feeling on, Clap lights
out-feelings off. Well, let me tell you something - women aren’t made that
way, and trust me when I say I never really understood that until now.”
“Jessie, not all men are like that either - I don’t think I’ve ever had a clapper
light switch attitude, as you call it.” “Fine we’ll play it your way - friends.”
Jack not only was frustrated at Jessie’s idea of men, but he was frustrated
that he couldn’t just be a man who wanted more than anything to just hold her.
Jessie felt uncomfortable and decided it would be better if she left, except it
was so cold without any heat other than the fireplace. They both kept their
distance until Jessie couldn’t stand it any longer. “Okay Jack, get over here-it’s
cold. I couldn’t live with myself if you froze to death, and I had to explain to
your parents it was because I wouldn’t allow you sit by the fireplace to stay
warm.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” Jack cuddled up next to Jessie and
together, they didn’t need a fireplace. Little was said at first and then Jessie
got the ball rolling by talking about his work, and wanting to know more about
human trafficking. “It really is very frightening to think that human
trafficking actually goes on here in the US.” “The FBI task force is working
very closely with Law Enforcement here in the Northwest because this area
has become a hub of human slavery/trafficking. With the easy ports of call,
and the easy accessible freeways through the city, it is becoming a full blown
epidemic of this type of activity. I’ve been working in the area regarding the
selling of young women into slave marriages here and other countries. We got
some information on this Dr. Westerman, and connections to the northwest
with regards to women as young as 12 years old.” Jessie’s heart went into a
drum roll and thought she was going to pass out. As hard as she tried to stay
calm, she could feel her body begin to tremble. “Jessie, you’re shaking-- let
me get another blanket.” “Thanks, I must have just gotten a chill.” Jessie
tried to convince herself it had to be just a coincidence; because Westerman
isn’t that uncommon of a name. Is it?
Jack wrapped her in another blanket and held her close to him. She didn’t
resist, but the thought of her parents possibly being involved made her tremble
to her very core; since the Westerman’s were her parent’s closest friends.
“Jessie are you okay, would you like some tea?” “Tea would be nice, thanks.”
Jack sensed something was wrong, but wasn’t sure whether it was him, or
something else. “Jessie, I’m sorry if talking about my work has upset you. I
didn’t realize this was that disturbing to you, I’m around it all the time and my
sensitivity might be a bit callused.” “No, it’s not you or your work; remember
I’m the one who asked to hear more about this case you’re involved in. I think
I just over did it today and I’m just really tired.” “Here have some tea and let
me hold you to stay warm.” “Okay.” Now, Jack knew something was wrong,
especially when she agreed so quickly. After her tea, she fell asleep for the
first time in a long time, and slept most of the night without any nightmares.
That is until right before she woke, she suddenly felt fearful of what was
happening with her daughter. For some unforeseen reason she was feeling
maternal, and the only explanation she had was that this must have something
to do with that blasted biological clock she’d heard about, but never thought
was anything she’d have to worry about. Jack wasn’t awake yet, and she still
marveled at his inviting good looks. How is it that this guy isn’t married?
Just as she was taking in the view of this exceptionally handsome man, phone
rang. Jack jumped up and Jessie dropped to the floor. Jessie snickered as she
said. “I guess the phones are working.” “Sorry, are you okay?” “Yes, answer
the phone.” “Hey mom, how’s dad? Yes, I know I didn’t have to come out,
but I did. Yes, Jessie is f-i-n-e.” “Very funny. Ha-ha!” “So dad is coming
home today – great! Do you need a ride? Are you sure? Okay, I can do that.
No I haven’t been to the café, but Jessie said she’s been checking on the café,
and other than the damage, all is fine.” “Jessie teasingly asked - and you
know this how?” “Because Jessie, I know you better than you think—and I
know you love my parents and would do whatever you could to help them.”
“I’ll give you that-and only that.” “I know, but you have to admit we make a
good team.” “Team? Closer to having a common goal to help your dad get
back on his feet, and getting the Biscuits and Gravy café back up and
running.” “Speaking of the café, I need to go get some pictures taken before
the insurance adjuster comes to take his own pictures, and get the ball rolling
for the repairs needed.” Just then lights flashed on, and the electricity was
back. Unfortunately, it will be awhile before there will be enough hot water
for a relaxing bubble bath.
Buddy was home in just over an hour, and he was sporting a couple casts,
and was bandaged from head to toe. He also had bruises in the few exposed
areas’ left on his battered body. It was but a few minutes after his return that
the town was bringing him enough food to fill three restaurants, the most
beautiful floral arrangements from home grown gardens, and all the best
wishes from people of this wonderful little town. The pouring of true human
kindness was so over whelming, it actually brought Jessie to tears. It was clear
that Buddy was in good hands, so Jessie slipped away back to her room.
She still couldn’t shake the possibility that Jack’s Dr. Westerman was also
the same Dr. Westerman her parents always hobnobbed with. Again, memories
from home were filling her mind from her youth to her daughter. Now,
wondering whether this little girl she abandoned was too, experiencing the
same upbringing Jessie hated so much. Was she being man handled by rich
dirty old men, as mom dressed her like a high end prostitute parading on
runways wearing enough make up for a team of cheerleaders? Jessie hated
those child pageants and all that was involved from the big hair, foo-foo
clothes, and the attention that made men and women feel they had the right to
touch and fondle her. Men would look at us with lustful eyes, and once I even
thought I saw one actually drooling. Even at a young age, you can pick up on
these discussing things. Acting so grown up causes you to grow up and live in
a very adult world at a very young age. Mom was so involved in making sure
everything was perfect, and in that, I mean me. Playing outside was
monitored so that I didn’t scrape or bruise my legs—and all I wanted to do
was climb trees, ride bikes, and play like the other kids in the neighborhood.
At my parent’s social events mom dressed me up and had me perform in front
of her rich sick friends. “Come sit on my lap honey” as he bounced me on his
knees hands were conveniently where they shouldn’t be. I had panic attacks
as a child, and hated they couldn’t see my pain. As I got older and felt that I
had outgrown the pageants, I was then expected to be a cheerleader. This I
did, but only to keep my mom off my back. If I didn’t get homecoming queen,
you would think I flunked out of school. I was to only associate with the right
people, get perfect grades, and wear only the best clothes.
When I heard my mom and dad talking about the new family that had just
moved in across the street, and how she didn’t like the looks of their son –
opportunity knocked and I sailed right through that door. I started hanging out
with Perry, just to drive my parent’s crazy, and it did. Unfortunately, we
totally connected especially on how we both felt about our parents. The only
thing I could say about Perry’s parent’s, was that they were on the older side of
life, which caused a whole different set of reasons for Perry’s rebellion. Our
connection ended up going a little too far one night and I came up pregnant. I
thought this would really push my parent’s right over the edge, but they
figured out a way to turn it around, so they became martyrs. That then pushed
me over the edge instead, as they continued to make plans for my future as an
unwed mother. They wanted to send me away, but I successfully put my foot
down on that one. Then again, somehow being pregnant gave my parents
friends some sick right to touch my stomach, as I began to show. I swear
sometimes I wished for a gun so, I could blow them all away, instead the panic
attacks just returned. Poor Perry, who was the actual daddy, was pressured by
my family to stay away from me. They threatened to tell his parents what he
had done; as if he were the only one involved. So, I was also barred from
seeing him, or they would ruin his life. Unfortunately, you could say my plan
backfired in a very big way. I always hated Dr. Westerman and it made me
sick when he was the one who ended up delivering my baby. I refused to have
anything to do with the baby, and the indignity I went through from the
delivery to the breast pumping. This baby made me feel as though I’d been
sentenced to a life of punishment that would ultimately end up destroying me.
Mom set up the nursery and the baby became the center of her world. It was
 the perfect time for me to run, and run as far away as I could, while this baby
had them totally distracted.
Jessie’s head was swimming and if not bad enough, the daughter she didn’t
know was haunting her day and night. What if Dr. Westerman was involved
with this human trafficking ring, and what if he had anything to do with her
daughter-maybe his plan was to sell this child to some sick bastard? Was she
being forced into the child pageants like she was? The questions were coming
one right after another, and Jessie felt as though she couldn’t breathe. Without
even putting on her shoes, she ran down the stairs and straight to the beach.
Her body felt heavy and it was as though she was running in quicksand. Then
she just collapsed in the sand and started crying uncontrollably. Jack had seen
Jessie sprint onto the beach and felt something was wrong and went after her.
It took several times calling her name before she finally responded. He knew
something was wrong, but wanted to approach her slowly, as he knew how
head strong she was. “Hey, didn’t you learn your lesson before about walking
through the sand barefoot?” “What?” “Jessie, what is wrong? And don’t tell
me nothing.” Jessie felt exhausted and couldn’t turn off her mind – the
questions were deafening. “Jessie, please let me help.” Jessie looked up into
Jacks eyes, and just wanted to tell him everything. Instead she just shook her
head. “Jessie, I want to help. I won’t push, but I don’t want to leave you
alone.” Jessie didn’t have the strength to fight, so she relented and fell into
Jack’s arms letting him just hold her.
Later that night Jessie went over to check on Buddy and Jane. Buddy was
in good spirits, and Jane took great joy in taking care of him. “Did Jackson
get a hold of you? He got a call, and he had to go to Portland to meet with
someone from the FBI. There was some information regarding a case he’s
involved in that required his immediate attention.” “He didn’t say what or
who this had to do with, did he?” “No, I imagine it’s pretty hush-hush.” “I
see, so do you need anything, or is there anything I can do for either of you?”
“No, we’re doing just fine. If you’re hungry there’s some spaghetti in the
fridge and your welcome to it.” “Thanks, but I have some leftovers myself I
need to finish up. You have a good night.” Jessie sprinted upstairs, and again
so many questions swimming in her head. It didn’t seem possible, but Jessie
fell into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up until it was time to go to the café.
Work was a good escape, and Jessie was glad the café was up and running due
to the town pitching in to clean up the interior, cover the windows and put up
plywood on the walls. As she was leaving, she ran into Monique. “Jessie,
haven’t seen much of you lately.” “Well, I’ve been at the café helping out as
usual this week.” “Yes, but what else have you been up to?” Why would she
care? “Just helping out Buddy and Jane anyway I can.” “I thought Jackson
would be helping out at the Café today.” “He’s out of town on some police
business.” “Do you know when he’ll be back or how long he’s planning on
staying around?” “No, sorry he doesn’t check in with me. His parents just
happened to mention he was out of town when I stopped over.” “That’s not
what I’ve heard.” “What have you heard?” “It’s just that the two of you have
been spending an awfully lot of time together.” “Well, you heard wrong.” As
soon as Jessie finished up she headed home, she didn’t even want to run on the
beach. Her head was ready to explode, and talking to Monique just made it
worse.
When Jessie walked through the door, to her surprise Jack was standing
right inside the door, which gave her quite a start. Jessie punched him in the
side as she angrily asked, “What are you doing in here? I thought you were in
Portland, and by the way the door was locked, so just how did you get in
here?” “I might have borrowed mom’s spare key. You didn’t answer when I
knocked, so I thought you could be hurt. I didn’t want to break down the door,
when there was a spare key.” “You have some nerve! Did you tell your mom
you were coming up here?” “No, I didn’t want to worry her, just in case
nothing was wrong—and there wasn’t. So, good decision, don’t you think?”
“First, if you would have mentioned this to your mom, she would have told
you I was at work. Second, how dare you invade my personal space, don’t
ever do that again-understand?” “Calm down, I was truly worried. “Fine, just
don’t do it again, and by the way; Monica/Monique was looking for you.” “I
don’t care about Monique; I care about you. Please tell me what is wrong. I
hated leaving knowing you were so upset.” “Jack, it’s nothing.” “I know
that’s not true, and so do you. You obviously don’t trust me, but maybe I can
help. Are you in some kind of trouble?” “No, not me.” “But someone else
is?” “I didn’t say that.” “Yes you did.” “Jack, if I need you, I’ll let you know
okay?”
 “How was your trip?” “Changing the subject, good tactic-psych major by
any chance? Okay, well I’ll let it go this time. It seems Dr. Do-wrong got
fingered for setting up a deal involving the selling of a five-year-old girl to a
known slave trader. The snitch fingered him, but we need something more
solid before we can bust him for the low life that he is. It seems he’s now
treading in darker waters, and that’s not good-- It personally makes me sick.”
Jessie felt like all the blood had suddenly left her body and she needed to sit
down. “My Gosh Jessie, you are white as a sheet.” “I haven’t eaten today,
just a little light headed, I’m sure that’s all it is.” “Tell me about this doctor
and the little girl. What part of Maine does he live?” “Why? I’ve already told
you more than I should. He is a respectable doctor so we need to have enough
evidence to nail him, and all his associates that are involved.” “What about
the little girl, what happened to her?” “If she was sold she most likely is
already out of the country. There’s a new task force that has been created to
investigate these new incidents occurring, exploiting the slavery of children.
That’s why they called me in since I was in the area, now it looks like I might
be staying longer to work some more on this particular case.”
Jessie felt sick to her stomach and all she could do was wonder if her
daughter was safe. The connection she was feeling to a daughter she didn’t
even know was pulling her into a maternal whirlwind, and it was suffocating.
“Jack, this is so horrible. This little girl’s family must be frantic; I can’t
imagine what that would be like.” “It is actually the grandparents that were
raising this child, apparently the mom ran off. I can’t imagine how someone
could do that.” Just then Jessie collapsed, fainting and hitting the ground hard.
“Jessie, Jessie can you hear me?” Jack was about ready to call the doctor,
when Jessie started to stir. “Jessie, can you hear me? Jessie, I’m going to call
the doctor.” “No, I’m fine – I think. What happened?” “You fainted.” “I
fainted? Oh, you have to tell me more about the little girl, the one you were
talking about. I need to know who her grandparents are.” “Why? Do you
think you know them?” “No, I just want to know, please tell me. I won’t tell
anyone - I promise.” “Okay Jessie, just relax. The grandparent’s last name is
Rogers.” Just then Jessie exhaled as though she’d been holding her breath for
hours. “Oh, thank goodness, I don’t know them.” “Why would you think you
would know them?” “I didn’t, I was just curious.” “Jessie, you’re not making
any sense, but something tells me there is a lot more to this story.” “No, I
went to a doctor once in Maine, and I hated him. He was a friend of my
family and I just remembered he was odd.” “Okay, but you didn’t ask about
the doctor, you asked about the grandparents.” “Jack, just drop it okay, I’m
sorry I asked.” “Jessie I hope you’ll trust me some day and tell me what this is
all about. If you’re not in trouble, is it someone you know??” “No, I’m just
tired and your case is very sad. I guess I’m just a little over sensitive today–
maybe it’s just a girl-thing, you know-hormonal.” “Don’t try that line with
me, I’m a detective and I have very good instincts. Again, I’ll let this go for
now, but we’ll talk again about this at a later date.” “No, I don’t think so. It is
late, I am tired, so-good night Jack.”
The relief was almost frightening, especially the all-consuming effect this
was having on Jessie. She sat down and just started to cry-not just cry, but
sobbed until she could hardly breathe. Jessie knew she had to check on her
daughter or she’d go crazy. This was going to take some planning, but she
needed to do it quick—and without getting Jack anymore suspicious than he
already was. The next few days Jessie planned a way to get back to Maine,
and now all she needed was an excuse to leave. Buddy and Jane wouldn’t be a
problem, but Jack would be her biggest obstacle. It took a few days, but she
learned when Jack was making his next trip to Portland-and that’s when she’d
make her escape. Everything was in place, the café was covered and since she
didn’t drive, or even possess a driver’s license; it would be a long bus ride to
the other side of the Country. She let Buddy and Jane know she would be
gone for a few weeks, and they never asked why just wished her well and
made sure she didn’t need anything for the trip. Jack was busy with work and
helping Buddy. Jessie was keeping her distance, as not to open herself to
questions regarding her upcoming trip. Just when she thought she’d
completely escaped any questions, Jack showed up.
“Jess, mom mentioned you’re taking a vacation.” “Yeah, I have a cousin in
Florida, and I haven’t been on a vacation for years.” “You’ve never
mentioned a cousin. So, what’s her name and where in Florida does she live?”
“Sorry, that’s none of your business and there’s a lot of things I haven’t
mentioned.” “Yes, that is true. Is there some reason you don’t want to tell
me?” “Actually, there’s a lot of reasons—but, all you need to know is I’ll be
back when I get back. You’re busy with your case and it has been so
disturbing, I just decided life’s too short. So, nothing mysterious, just a visit to
see a cousin I haven’t seen for a while; as well as some warm sunny beaches.”
“Okay, I get it; can I drive you to the airport?” “No, I’m taking the bus.”
“The bus? Why would you take a bus when you can fly?” “Ugh, I’m afraid of
flying.” Laughter broke out so loud that Jack was almost choking. “What is
so funny?” “Now, little Miss Independent is afraid of flying – that’s hard to
believe.” “Well, I don’t care if you believe me or not-it’s true.” “Sorry, don’t
buy it.” “You’re just in cop mode from this case and looking for something
that’s just not there. Now go to Portland, concentrate on this case—it’s
important. I’ll see you in a few weeks, if you’re still here.” “Trust me, I’m
not going anywhere.” “Fine, see you later.” His skepticism had Jessie a little
worried, but she had to keep to her plan.
Jessie saw Jack off to Portland, and she got a ride to Seaside where she
caught her bus. It was going to be a long trip, but she had a couple good
books to try and keep her mind from being her own worst enemy. It was all
she could do not to worry about her game plan when she actually got to
Maine. It’s a long trip, and plenty of time to put the finishing touches on what
she was going to do. It didn’t take long before Jessie noticed how diverse her
fellow travelers were. One guy looked like a terrorist, another like a husky
burlesque queen (male or female was anyone’s guess), a young woman with
tattoo’s and multiple piercing, and a man with a young girl-most likely his
daughter. Jessie’s mind was working overtime, and it wasn’t long before she
was becoming so focused on this man and his daughter who looked to be
about 4 yrs old. This young girl was so timid, was she really his daughter?
Now this was crazy, she had to stop before she drove herself completely
insane. Jessie finally fell asleep, but her dreams were almost as disturbing,
and she woke gasping as though she couldn’t breathe. Everyone on the bus
was asleep, including the little girl who was curled up on her father’s lap
content and still. Jessie’s active imagination was finally laid to rest, just a
father and his daughter. Even though Jessie wasn’t much of a
conversationalist, the last leg of her journey a sweet middle-aged women
boarded; she somehow successfully tapped into Jessie’s hardened and
frightened shell. It seemed once she got Jessie talking about her life, all her
fears came pouring out to this woman like a dam that had suddenly burst. By
the time she got outside of Bar Harbor, she was in tears and physically
exhausted. Suddenly Jessie looked up at her and said, “I’m so sorry, I have
never just poured my heart out to anyone like this before – and I don’t even
know your name.” “Honey, I’m glad I was here to listen. My name is Maria,
and I would love for you to come and stay with me tonight; I have plenty of
room. You can take the time you need to realize what to do next, and I will do
whatever I can to help.” “Oh, you have already gone way over the call of duty
here – I really must apologize again, I can only imagine what you must think.”
“What I think is if your fears might have become reality, you need to trust Jack
to help you – just my opinion, ofcourse. But, first you need to get some rest.
Tomorrow we can make a plan to check on your daughter; and you are
welcome to stay as long as you need to. I’m alone and would love to help you
anyway I can. Not driving can make it difficult to get around, and I have a car
and plenty of time.” “I don’t know what to say, this is so generous. I didn’t
have much of a plan once I got here; I just knew I needed to come and then
planned on playing it by ear.” “Then it is settled, you’re staying with me and
we’ll come up with a plan together.” “Maria, you are truly an angel-thanks.”
Maria lived outside of Bar Harbor in a beautiful cape- cod style house. She
made us some tea and we decided to have dinner in, get a good night sleep,
and tomorrow design a plan to check on my daughter. Maria went to the store
and came back with clams and she made clam chowder and corn bread.
Jessie, even though still very worried, felt much better having Maria to help
her regarding her daughter. Maria showed Jessie to her room and Jessie slept
surprisingly well. Even though her first thought was of her daughter, she
couldn’t help but think about Jack and how much she missed him. For just a
split second she thought that maybe she should have trusted him, but it was
too late now. Jessie knew her decision was made and her plan was to go
forward-whatever that might me. This was going to happen – with the help
and trust of a stranger.
Maria was up and fixed eggs, bacon, and toast. It smelt wonderful even
though Jessie wasn’t hungry, but she had some toast and juice. Maria seemed
to be too good to be true, and her willingness to help was more than Jessie
could have ever dreamed. Jessie realized that she had been blessed with many
wonderful people now in her life; starting with the Martins. For not normally
trusting people, Jessie realized that she has learned a lot about people and trust
in the past five years. Buddy and Jane have been a blessing, along with Jack;
a wonderful man. Why couldn’t she trust him instead of keeping him at arm’s
length? Maria is a God sent, who somehow appeared when I needed someone
so desperately. Maria came in and said, “Are you ready Jessie - to find your
daughter?” “Yes, but I guess the first thing to do is go to the source, bite the
bullet, and confront my parents directly.” “I think that sounds like a good
start, just show me the way.”
Jessie was shaking inside and out, her many fears now to be faced starting
with her parents. The drive was torturous and Jessie felt a little light headed as
they turned down the street where she grew up. Everything looked the same,
it was just as she remembered; she pictured herself walking these streets as
though it was yesterday. Across from her house was Perry’s house, the color
was different, and the past flooded her every thought. Maria parked by the
curb and just waited until she could see Jessie return to the present-and she
did. “Well Maria, I guess this is it.” “Just take a deep breath Jessie, and
prepare to face your past so you can go forward with your future.” “Yes, I can
do this. It is a little overwhelming to step back in time to a place that brought
me so much unhappiness.” “I know, but you are stronger than you think, it
will be okay.” Jessie did as Maria told her and took a deep breath then got out
of the car. Jessie was still bewildered by her trust in this woman that she had
just met, but she did. Her legs felt like weights were attached to each leg, as
she made the walk to the door. One of the first things Jessie noticed was there
were no signs that a child even lived here at all, no toys or structures anywhere
in the yard. This meant one of two things; her daughter is living the nightmare
of pageants, or there is not a child living here at all. As she stood there, she
heard someone calling her name. She turned to see who it was, and in the
distance it looked like Perry, only with a lot less hair. “Jessie?” “Perry, is that
you?” “Yeah, where have you been Jessie? When you left, all hell broke
loose.” “What do you mean?” “Jessie there has been a lot that has happened
in the last five years. Where did you go? We all looked for you, everyone
thought you had killed yourself or maybe even abducted or something.”
“What? Who was looking for me, and why would anyone think that?” “What
were we to think? You just disappeared and left our daughter.” “Our
daughter? You didn’t care about our daughter, you just let my family railroad
you out of the picture.” “Actually, that was true at first, but then as events
unfolded and my family found out that changed everything.” “What are you
talking about?” “Also, your parents don’t even live here anymore.” “Where
are they?” “Your mom left your dad, but she still lives in town. She sees
Maxie regularly.” “What? Maxie? Who is living here now?” “Jessie, there is
a lot to talk about. Would you like to come over to my house so we can talk?”
“Is my daughter there?” “Not right now, but she does live there most of the
time. Jessie’s head was swimming, she felt like she had just walked into an
alternate universe where nothing made any sense. Maria sensed something
was wrong and approached Jessie and Perry. “Everything okay Jessie?”
“No.” “What can I do?” “Can I bring Perry -- by the way this is Perry-Perry
this is Maria, to your house so we can talk?” After the exchange of hello’s,
they went to Maria’s. Jessie told Maria that Perry was her daughter’s father
and he was going to fill her in on what has happened in the last five years,
because nothing was at all what she had thought.
Maria left them to talk in the living room after offering them something to
eat and drink. Jessie was confused and had so many questions. “Perry, first
tell about my daughter.” “Oh, the daughter you abandoned?” “Yes, you
obviously want me to feel worse than I already do, fine. Please, just tell me if
she is okay?” “I’m sorry, yes she is just perfect.” “Please don’t say perfect.
Is she a normal little girl, not a beauty pageant little girl? Does she live a
normal, healthy, and happy life?” “Yes, she is as happy as she can be.” “What
does that mean?” “She, and by the way her name is Maxie, is a normal little
girl without a mother. She is always hoping and praying for your return. All
she ever wants is to talk about you. Your mom try’s to tell her stories about
you, but she has always had this emptiness where you should be.” “Okay,
now I feel awful, but I’m glad she has a normal life.” “Normal? No she is
bounced from my family to your mom and back again. I can’t afford to raise
her alone, so I live with my family for their help. Your mom helps a lot, since
my parents are much older – I was a late in life baby, remember- so they can
only do so much.” “Okay, I’m sorry, but what is up with my parents?” “That
is hard to say, I don’t know the whole story.” “Are they divorced?” “Not
exactly.” “What does that mean?” “Well, they are not living together, but not
divorced as far as I know.” “What? I don’t understand.” “Let me tell you
what I know and then you can get the rest of the story from your mom.
“About a year ago your mom got in contact with me, which let me tell you,
was quite a surprise. She wanted to know if I could raise Maxine, she said that
she couldn’t have Maxine/Maxie in the house any longer around your father or
his friends. She wouldn’t get into the reasons, just that it wasn’t safe to have
Maxie in the house. She wanted me to have full custody, and she would help
make that happen. At the time I was just finishing up college and had plans to
move to New York. After everything that had gone down with your family I
tried not to care, but after I saw her – she looks just like you, by the way, and I
knew I had to do what I could for her. You may not realize it, but I cared an
awful lot for you even though I pretended I was just retaliating against my
parents. I knew you didn’t feel the same, but I have to admit I fell pretty hard.”
“I’m so sorry Perry.” “Yeah-Yeah, I ended up agreeing to take custody. My
life plans changed obviously. Your mom tried to find you when you left, and
then again before she approached me. It was as though you dropped off the
face of the earth. Seriously, we thought you were dead or just very smart.
Should have known you were just smart. Anyway, your mom moved out and
your dad sold the house. There was a lot of gossip regarding your dad and Dr.
Westerman, but I don’t know too much other than the gossip. Your mom
takes Maxie two days a week and occasionally on weekends. Your mom is
very good with Maxie, and she loves her very much. I feel sorry for her, she
seems very alone, apparently all their friends abandoned her at the split.”
“She’s better off without them. Where is she living? She has a nice condo
that overlooks the Harbor.” “Tell me where, I need to see her.” “I’ll take you,
I have to pick up Maxie, and you can meet your daughter.” “I don’t know if
I’m ready to do that.” “You need to let her know she has a mother; you have
run away long enough. By the way, I thought the reason you came back was
to see her?” “Not exactly, I had heard some rumors about Dr. Westerman, and
wanted to make sure she was okay.” “Well, now is your chance to see with
your own two eyes. Besides, I think your mother needs you – regardless of
your past history.”
About then Maria came in, “Jessie I didn’t mean to ease drop, but Perry is
right – it’s time.” Jessie shivered as if a cold breeze had just whipped past her,
but then an eerie calm followed. Not at all how she would normally react. So,
it was time to suck it up and face all that she had ran from so long ago. Facing
the daughter, she had left was something Jessie was most frightened of, and
the anger she had been harboring towards her mother felt less heavy than even
a few hours ago. Maria gave Jessie a hug and drove them both back to Perry’s
house. “Jessie, remember I’m here for you and if you need anything let me
know.” “Thanks Maria I don’t know how I can thank you for all you’ve done
for me.” “Jessie, go meet your daughter – it will be just fine, in fact probably
great.”
Perry drove Jessie to her mom’s and as they arrived, Jessie started to feel a
bit anxious. “Perry, I’m a little scared.” “I know, but like Maria said, it will
be great. I know your mom will be thrilled, and your daughter more excited
than you can imagine – trust me.” Trust, something I’m slowly learning to
accept, thanks to some wonderful people who have come into my life in the
last five years. The walk to the door was short and as the doorbell rang Jessie
could hear Maxie yelling through the door. Jessie’s mom was telling her to
wait for her and not to open the door. Maxie replied back, “I know grams I’m
waiting, just hurry.” That made Jessie laugh, and the thought of her mom
being called grams brought a warm smile to her face.
The door opened and there stood her mom, she looked as though she had
aged beyond her years, as her hair was now completely gray. Below her stood
this beautiful girl with long dark hair and big green eyes. “I know you” said
the little green eyed girl.” “You do?” “Yes, my grams has told me all about
you, and I told her you’d come back some day, and here you are.” Maxie
grabbed Jessie’s legs and repeated “thank you for coming back” over and over
again. Jessie bent down and asked her, “Who am I?” “You’re my mommy,
and you were far-far away.” Jessie was shocked, excited, and confused, so
many emotions converging all at once. Jessie’s mom had tears in her eyes,
and thanked Jessie for coming home. Maxie started jumping all around
singing, “my mommy’s home, my mommy’s home.” Jessie stood there as
tears came streaming down her face. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” “I’m just so
happy to see you.” This was all so surreal, not even Jessie could have
dreamed this would be how her journey would end. Jessie’s mom invited
everyone in to sit and take a minute to just breathe in the moment. Jessie
looked at her mom, who couldn’t keep the tears from falling down her cheeks.
Maxie came and stared at Jessie then her grams, “why is everyone crying?”
“Honey, we are all so happy, it has been such a long time since we have been
together.” “You’re crying because you’re happy?” “Yes honey, we are crying
because we are happy.” “Grown-ups are so silly?” “Yes we are,” said grams.”
“I’m going to take Maxie home and let you two catch up.” “No daddy, I want
to be with mommy. I don’t want to go.” “Why don’t we let grams and
mommy talk, then you can talk to mommy a little later?” Maxie walked over
to Jessie, “You’re not going to go away are you?” “No, not yet – I’ll come see
you after I talk to my mommy-okay?” “Promise?” “Yes, promise.” Maxie
hugged Jessie and told her she loved her. Hearing the words mommy, brought
a whole other stream of tears.
Jessie’s mom just sat with her hands on her face shaking her head. “Jessie,
where did you go? I don’t, well maybe I do understand more now why you
left—but we never heard from you. I was so worried something had
happened, but I never gave up hope. In my heart I knew someday you would
return. I tried to keep your memory alive with Maxie, telling her all about you
and showing her pictures of you and telling her as many stories as I could
remember. You will be happy to know she thought you looked pretty silly in
your pageant pictures, so I never pursued that with your daughter. Deep down
I knew you hated it, but you were so beautiful and I was so proud to have
someone so beautiful to show off. I do apologize for parading you on those
runways and to our friends. I have found out a lot about my so called friends
since your father and I split.” “Mom are you divorced?” “No, that really is a
long and ugly story.” “I need to know – why haven’t you divorced him?” “I
wanted a divorce, but your father wouldn’t hear of it even though I told him I
wanted nothing to do with him or his life. I overheard some very disturbing
activities he was getting himself involved in, which led me to get a hold of
Perry so he could take Maxie. I sort of blackmailed him, and even though that
somewhat worked, he still would not divorce me, and proceeded to blackmail
me back.” “What did you hear?” “I don’t want to go into that, but just know I
did what I had to do to protect Maxie.” “Did this have anything to do with Dr.
Westerman?” “Why yes, how did you know about Dr. Westerman?” “It
doesn’t matter, but tell me what you heard.” “It had to do with selling children
into slavery. At first I thought I heard him wrong, but I overheard them
talking about the need for young children as young as Maxie, and it not only
made me sick, but scared me to keep her in our house. I gave Perry complete
custody of Maxie, which when your dad found out was furious. I then told
him what I had heard and threatened to turn him and Dr. Westerman into the
authorities. That’s when it got ugly, which I won’t go into. I moved out and
tried to stay close to Maxie to protect her safety.
Now tell me how you knew about Dr. Westerman?” “That too is a long
story, which brought me here to make sure my daughter was safe. I had kept
my anger up to protect me so that I wouldn’t want to ever see my daughter, but
that only lasted up until a month ago. I met someone who is involved in the
human trafficking and child slavery that exists from the Atlantic Coast to the
Pacific Coast. He let Dr. Westerman’s name slip and that was all it took to get
me on the next bus.” “Bus? Why didn’t you fly? I don’t have a driver’s
license and a little scared of flying.” “I wish you would have just called me.”
“I know, but like I said – I was angry and I fed that anger all these years. I still
can’t believe I’m here, and I actually met my daughter. She is beautiful.”
“Yes she is, and like you, very smart. When you left, I looked for you and had
private detective’s looking for you. Please tell me Jessie, where you have
been?” “On the other side of the US-the west coast, in a little town called
Shipwreck Beach. The name alone was a perfect description of how I felt of
my life at the time. I met this great couple who ran a cafe and you could say
they sort of took me under their wings. They are a bit of a throw- back from
the hippie era and the kindest people you could ever meet, just like Maria-
you’ll have to meet her. The Martin’s always paid me in cash for working for
them, which was good since I literally had no verifiable identity. They have a
son, who actually works on the East Coast in Maine, in law enforcement,
which really worried me. It was unbelievable that out of anywhere in the
world to come from—it was Maine? And, a detective? What were the odds?
Let me tell you I was suspicious of everything about him.
I wanted to know everything about him, and keep the focus on him-not me.
We spent a lot of time talking, mostly about him, and that’s how I learned he’d
been estranged from his family for about six years. As we continued to talk,
one thing led to another; and eventually the type of work he was in. Again, I
thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. All sorts of
questions were circling within my head. He then told me about the case he
was working on; the more we talked the more information I learned, like about
Dr. Westerman. I know I should have trusted him, but I couldn’t. I never told
him about me, my past, or my daughter – he’d probably hate me. He has been
suspicious that there was something, and the more I wouldn’t tell him, the
more suspicious he became. Luckily he had this case to occupy most of his
time.” “I doubt very much he’d be upset, I know I don’t know him, but you
might just be under estimating him.” “He will be coming back to the east
coast to resume his life soon, so it doesn’t really matter. I just don’t know
where to go from here, now that I have met my daughter, my daughter? I have
a daughter. I thought she’d hate me, but she acted as though she has known
me her whole little life.” “Jessie, she is extraordinary and has been waiting for
you just as I have; both of us praying everyday for your return.” “I just don’t
know what I’m going to do, I have a life on the west coast, and Perry is here
with Maxie.” “Perry has put his dreams on hold to take responsibility for his
daughter. I think the both of you can work this out.” Jessie then talked to her
mom about her life on the west coast and the people she has met, including
Maria. “You really need to meet Maria, because she is wonderful. I think she
would be a great source of help to you, as she has been to me.”
“Enough about me, how have you been? It doesn’t sound like things have
been going too well for you, since dad has become a real asshole. When did
he decide to go to the dark side? I don’t understand why you haven’t just filed
for divorce, and get him out of your life forever?” “There is a lot on the line
here, and he has threatened to take me down with him if I said anything; and
that included Maxie. I can’t fight him, so I found it was easier to leave on his
terms. I am set up financially, as long as I keep quiet.” “Mom, that is awful,
what can I do?” “Just having you back is more than I thought would be
possible. I’m fine.” “Fine, I know all about fine-that means you’re not fine at
all-yes, I do know fine.” “Honey, it doesn’t matter, I’m just glad I am away
from him and all his discussing associates. I have to apologize again for
turning your childhood into a horror show that caused you to run so far away.”
“I have to take a little of the responsibility here by not communicating better,
but the mind of youth is shallow and very one dimensional. Time and life
experience helps soften the harsh edges of anger, not to mention shatter the
innocence of children as they once looked at life. This moment was
predestined by many events that occurred in the last few weeks. I’m going to
go and visit my daughter and learn more about her, and myself. This will also
give you a chance to meet Maria.”
Maria came to get Jessie and she was able to then meet her mother, and no
surprise-- they hit it off right away. Maria dropped Jessie off where Jessie
proceeded to be amazed by this wonderful child of hers. How can you love
someone that hadn’t touched your life until an hour ago-this was an amazing
turn of events; one she would have never imagined. Time went by quickly as
Maxie told Jessie everything she could think of non-stop. She was determined
to take her short five years, the ones anyway that she could remember, and
share them with a mother she had only dreamed of for so long. Maxie slowly
found her way to Jessie’s lap and she held her until she finally talked herself to
sleep. Jessie handed her off to Perry and looked over to Perry’s mom and dad
who were also asleep on the couch. Perry returned and Jessie looked at him,
“now where do we go from here?” “I love Maxie, but I would love to go on
with my life and the plans I have dreamed of when I graduated.” “So, what
are you saying?” “Jessie, she needs her mother.” “I don’t know how to raise a
child.” “And, I did? Well, let me tell you I had to learn. There wasn’t then or
even now, an instruction manual on how to raise a child.” “I don’t know. I do
know I cannot just abandon her again. I need to think; I’ll talk to you
tomorrow.”
Perry dropped Jessie off at Maria’s and Jessie tried to imagine her daughter
living with her in Shipwreck Beach- her little room above the garage. There
was no place for a child. Who would watch her while she was working, yet
she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her either. Oh Maria, I’m so confused
of what to do.” “Jessie, just go to sleep and things will be clearer in the
morning. Then when you’re ready I’ll take you over to your mom’s where
together you’ll find the answers to all the questions you have”. Thankfully,
sleep came quick, but so did the morning.
Waking up to face the day was easier than she thought it would be. She
looked forward to having her mom to lean on, and help her find answers she
needed for their future. Her mom had tea and some croissants ready for them
when they arrived. Maria wasn’t going to stay, but her mom insisted that
having an outside opinion could help. Maria and mom were great together.
The bottom line was Maxie needs her mom, and to Jessie’s surprise she also
knew she needed her too. Now Jessie had to figure out how and where this
would happen. It was obvious talking to Perry that he wanted to fulfill his
own long time dreams. Maria and Jessie’s mom went out on the deck;
meanwhile Jessie took time to think about Jack for the first time that morning.
What would he think of her having a daughter, that she abandoned, and she
and her family had knowledge of Dr. Westerman. Jessie decided she couldn’t
deal with those kinds of questions now. Maria and her mom came in and
Maria asked Jessie what she thought of her mom talking to her friend Jack.
“Mom, do you want to talk to the police?” “Yes, I have been struggling with
the thought of those poor children being taken and sold for all kinds of
unthinkable crimes-and knowing I could be doing something about it, but
didn’t. You are here to take Maxie, and she will be safe now.” “Jack is in
Oregon, so maybe there is someone here you could talk to you.” “You’re not
upset if I turn in your father?” “No, he’s an ass and so are his friends. He’s
evil and deserves to go to hell-when or wherever that may be.” “Thank you,
because I need to do this. Take Maxie back to the west coast with you so this
won’t touch her innocent life.” “I want to be here for you, and I am not set up
for my daughter where I live. I’ll need to call and talk to Buddy to see if he
would mind if I brought her home with me. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind, but
I live in a room above a garage. There isn’t much room.” “Honey, it will be
fine. When this is all over, we can talk about the future. I can help with
money to get a bigger place; it is the one thing I can do for you.” “Thanks
mom, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Will you?” “Yes, Maria said she’d do whatever
she could to help. I think we’ve found a real friend in Maria, a real god-sent.”
“Yes, I agree. She is wonderful.”
After a talk with Perry, he agreed to joint custody; Maxie could go home
with Jessie. Perry and Jessie sat down with Maxie to talk to her regarding
what was going to take place. She was excited, yet sad at leaving her dad and
grams. Jessie assured her that she will always be in contact with her dad and
grams. In fact, Jessie agreed to get a computer so that they could talk face to
face—even with grams. Jessie didn’t want to take a bus back to Portland with
Maxie, so Jessie got an id card from Maine. With her mom’s help it was a
piece of cake, and for the first time felt at peace within herself. Her mom gave
her Maxie’s social security card, birth certificate, and Maxie’s pictures from
birth. As a gift for all the birthday’s missed, Jessie’s mom bought her airline
tickets for both her and Maxie, along with five thousand dollars. Jessie
insisted she didn’t need it, although she knew she really could use it. The next
morning, they boarded the plane that would take them back to Portland, and
then a bus ride to Shipwreck Beach. It was hard to say good-bye to her mom,
but she promised to keep in touch. Jessie was also glad her mom now had
Maria to help her through the months ahead.
Maxie did amazingly well with the 6-hour flight, and then over an hour bus
ride. Jessie had called and talked to Buddy, who graciously told Jessie she
could have anyone she wanted to stay with her. She felt a little guilty that she
didn’t explain exactly who it was that she was bringing home, but Buddy was
unconditionally kind. Jessie started to get a little nervous the closer to home
she got. She prayed Jackson was still out of town. Maxie was so excited
about the adventure she was having with her mom. If she wasn’t asking Jessie
question after question, she was thankfully sleeping. It was early evening
when they arrived. Jessie decided to first introduce Maxie to Buddy and Jane.
It was no surprise how they connected with Maxie, and Maxie was just full of
questions as usual. Jane took her into the kitchen, while Jessie talked with
Buddy. “I’m sorry I wasn’t forthcoming about my past or my daughter, I
actually just met her for the first time myself. I ran away from my family,
which included my daughter after she was born.” “Jessie, we’re not here to
judge you-we all have our pasts and they do hold certain things that aren’t
always easy to talk about. You and your daughter are welcome to stay as long
as you want.” “I have to find someone to take care of her when I work; I’m
not going to leave you high and dry, especially after my trip back home.”
“Jessie we can watch Maxie; I know Jane would love having her around.”
“Really, you already have done so much for me already.” “Jessie we have
thought of you as family for a long time now, and like I said, your daughter is
welcome here as long as you like.” Jane came in from the kitchen with Maxie
munching on a cookie. “We had better get settled, I need to find a place for
her things. She can sleep with me tonight, but she’ll need her own bed –
which we’ll tackle tomorrow. By the way is Jack still in Portland? No, he was
called back to Maine-some new information regarding this case he’s working
on. He said he’d keep in contact. I think he’s a little concerned about you,
though. Not knowing where you were or when you were coming back has had
him quite worried.” “Well, after he learns a little more of my past-he’ll
probably not want anything to do with me.” “Oh Jessie, don’t be silly. I think
he is quite smitten with you.” “No, I think he likes the challenge, but the truth
might just be all it takes for him to write me off, and I wouldn’t blame him
either. So, I have a lot to confess-starting with Maxie.” “Jessie don’t under
estimate Jackson, he’s really a remarkable man-even though he works in law
enforcement.” “Well, you’re the second person to tell me that, I guess I can
give him the benefit of the doubt. Well, I have to get this little monkey
unpacked and into bed.” “Who me? I’m no monkey, but I can roar like a
lion.” “I bet you can, say good-night to Buddy and Jane.”
I had forgotten just how small this space was. “Sorry Maxie, I know this
place is small, but I’ll work on getting us a bigger place soon.” “I like it here;
you can see the ocean just like grams. I miss grams and daddy.” “I know;
we’ll call her as soon as I get a phone.” “You don’t have a phone?” “No, not
yet.” Luckily I did have a full size bed. Not great but better than a twin.
Maxie loved the thought of sleeping together. Jessie was amazed at how
quickly Maxie adapted to the move and all the changes she’s had to endure.
Jessie got Maxie ready for bed and since this was all new to Maxie, Jessie
went to bed along with her.
Maxie was up at 7am and ready to go explore her new surroundings, as
well as getting a phone so they could call grams and daddy. Maxie was used
to the weather being cold and windy, so they took an early morning walk on
the beach. Jessie showed her the ships that had wrecked, explaining to her that
is how the town got its name. She was so excited, as they walked and ran up
and down the beach. They even ran into a couple of people Jessie knew and it
gave her great pride to introduce Maxie as her daughter. Maxie had such an
appealing personality, that people were naturally drawn to her. They later
went to the café where she introduced her to everyone there. As did the town,
Maxie enjoyed the cinnamon rolls and a warm cup of hot chocolate. They
walked all over town as Jessie shared her life with her daughter, along with the
people who meant so much to her. Jessie all of a sudden thought about school,
and that she will need to get her enrolled. These things were so new to her,
but Jessie was a responsible person and now will learn to be a responsible
parent. It was still over an hour before the stores would open so they could get
a few things to accommodate Maxie, as well as getting a phone. This was
something she wouldn’t be able to forget even if she wanted to thanks to
Maxie reminding her every few minutes. Five is a great age, and Jessie was
amazed at how smart she was for her young years. Although, what amazed
her the most, was how much one little person could talk.
They headed back to the Martins, where Buddy was sitting in his big
willow chair. “That’s a funny chair” Maxie said with a giggle.” “You want to
sit with me?” “Sure. I like this chair.” “So do I, a good friend of mine made
this chair for me.” “Wow, can he make me a chair?” “Maxie, honey you don’t
ask people for things-it’s not polite.” “Can you get me a chair like this
mommy?” I love every time she called me mommy, and it was a feeling I
couldn’t even describe, but could bring tears to my eyes each time. “If we can
find a chair like that, sure.” “I think I could hook you up with my friend-how
would you like that Maxie?” “Yeah, can we go today?” Well Maxie, we have
a lot to do today. Let’s work on getting ourselves settled and get you a bed.”
“But I like sleeping with you.” “Really?” “Yes, I like it here and l like your
friends.” “Okay, but we still need a phone.” “Jessie, let me get a phone
hooked up in your room, I think there is a line already in place.” “That would
be great, I can pay you whatever it costs.” “We’ll worry about that later. Oh,
and by the way Jackson called and I hope it was okay, but I told him you were
back. Don’t worry I didn’t mention your little surprise.” “Thanks, I need to
be the one to do the explaining on that one.” “Who is Jackson?” “Maxie, that
is Buddy and Jane’s son.” “Oh. Where is he?” “Working.” “Where?” “He is
far away right now, but you’ll meet him when he returns.” “Okay. Let’s go to
the beach again.” “Maybe after we go to town.” “Jessie I have an extra
dresser if you need one.” “Yeah, we could use one. Also, I need to get her
registered for school and I don’t know where to go.” “Jane can help you there,
she occasionally volunteers.” “Great.”
It was a couple days before the phone was installed and we were able to
call Perry and mom (grams). Perry was getting ready to move to New York,
and said he’d keep in touch. Maxie and Perry had a long conversation that
ended with Maxie crying and missing her daddy. We talked to grams and
found out she had bought a computer; now we just have to learn how to talk to
each other. Maria knew a lot about computers, so she was able to get mom
hooked up, which was more than I had done. After mom talked with Maxie,
Jessie wanted to know what was happening with her talk with the police. It
was a shock when she had mentioned that Detective Martin was the name of
the detective she had talked to, and he was very taken by her many photos –
mostly old school pictures and a couple pageant pictures on her mom’s mantel.
Hopefully he didn’t put two and two together. It seems that the information
she had given was extremely helpful and could very well help in the arrest of
Dr. Westerman, as well as her dad. Her mom might have to testify, which
could be dangerous depending who and how many people were involved. The
husband wife situation could be an issue, but the blackmail angle could make a
difference. The he-said, she-said could also hinder the prosecution of her dad,
but the information regarding Dr. Westerman was pretty strong. Jessie’s mom
didn’t go into much detail with Jessie, to protect her-less she knew the better.
Apparently, her mom knew much more than she had mentioned. She couldn’t
go into detail, but the detectives where very excited with what she had told
them. Even though she was hearing what her mom was saying, Detective
Martin is what was still ringing in her ears. What were the odds it was her
Detective Martin? “Mom do you happen to know the first name of Detective
Martin?” “His first name? Let me see? It was either Jake or Jack; I’m not
really sure-why? Is this the Jack Maria had mentioned?” “Yeah, I think it is.
Please don’t let on you had told me.” “Sure. By the way, he’s a cutie pie.” “I
guess, but I have a lot of explaining to do, so thanks for not saying anything.
Keep me updated on what’s happening.” “Okay, love you.”
Jessie’s fear that Jack was going to find out before she could tell him-just
came true. As much as Jessie tried not to care about Jack, she did. Jessie now
had her daughter, which was her first priority. She didn’t need the drama of a
man in her life anyway.
In the weeks that followed, Jane helped get Maxie enrolled in Kindergarten.
Maxie got up at o-dark-thirty with Jessie to help make cinnamon rolls at the
café until her bus came and picked her up. Jessie didn’t think Maxie would be
able to keep up this routine, but she seemed to love it. Jessie got her computer
up and working so they could now talk to grams and Perry almost every day.
Perry loved New York and was living his dream. Dr. Westerman was arrested,
as well as her dad. It was tricky talking to her mom about gramps, but with
some alternate names they used they were able to converse verily open. It
would be a while before the trial, and her mom was a little nervous. Jessie was
again glad Maria and her mom had become close. They were close enough in
age that they had a lot in common. Jessie hadn’t heard from Jack, which told
her he was not only busy, but probably had already written her off. This could
be awkward, if or when he returned. Jessie figured she should probably start
looking for a bigger place, except Maxie had really connected with Buddy and
Jane. She spent a lot of time with them and they were such a great support for
her. Everyone in the café, as well as the regulars seemed to enjoy Maxie’s
presence. Jessie thought her ability to talk non-stop could be an annoyance,
but she made friends with most of the town’s people. Monique happened to
come in when Maxie was there, and not to Jessie’s surprised wasn’t amused by
Maxie’s questions. Monique again drilled Jessie about Jack, which as usual,
Jessie tried to get it through her head she wasn’t Jack’s keeper or secretary.
Monique seemed to want a second chance with Jack and Jessie, even though
had no claim on Jack, couldn’t bear the thought of him with her.
By the time Maxie was out of school, Jessie was off work so her need for a
sitter wasn’t the issue she was foreseeing. They got up early and went to bed
early. It was new to Jessie to not only get herself ready, but also get a five-
year-old ready. As good as Maxie was, she still was five years old and had a
mind of her own. She was a chip off the old block, smart and didn’t like to be
told what to do, especially if she wanted to do something else. All in all, they
made a good team, and had connected extremely fast. Maxie had been
bounced around a lot in her short years, but it wasn’t long before she was quite
comfortable with Jessie; a mom she had missed the first few years of her life.
Buddy was out in his yard working, when he called us over. “Just thought
I’d let you know; Jackson is coming home tomorrow.” “Thanks for the heads
up.” “Jess honey, don’t worry about Jackson.” “I’m not worried because, I
have enough going on just taking care of Maxie, to worry about Jack.” That
wasn’t entirely true, but she wanted it to be. Jessie had tried to concentrate
completely on Maxie so she would not worry about Jackson or what was
going on with her family. Jessie was so restless that night she was worried
she’d keep Maxie up, but she quickly realized that kid could sleep through an
earthquake. Morning came much too quick, and Jessie was glad it was
Saturday. Maxie was used to getting up early and she still got up pretty early
on the weekends, so sleeping in was usually until about 7am. They decided to
walk to the café and have their famous biscuits and gravy. We brought home a
cinnamon roll for later. Maxie loved hearing the story of the wind storm and
the how a tree fell on the café. There were pictures Buddy had put up in the
café, and Maxie was amazed by the photos. Susie worked the café and Maxie
had play dates with her daughter occasionally. Susie’s husband worked odd
hours, so it was hard sometimes for the kids to get together. Maxie lived in a
world of adults, which concerned Jessie. Although she went to school, it was
hard for any outside time with her friends. When it was nice a couple of her
classmates would come and we’d go to the beach for them to play. We’d
rotate with the other parents to supervise their playtime at the beach. It was
one of those fairly nice days at the beach, and Maxie with one of her classmate
friends were beach-bound, while giving Jessie some quiet time - so she
thought.
Just as Jessie put up her feet, there was a knock at the door. Assuming it
was the kids back so soon, she jumped up to get the door. “Jack? You’re
back.” “I’m back, and we need to talk.” “I was just going to take a nice
relaxing bath while…well, to relax.” “Go right ahead, but I’m not leaving
until we talk.” “Really?” “Yes, really, and don’t even try and lie to me about
who you are, and your family-not to mention Dr. Westerman. I now know
what has been going on, why you were so interested in my case.” “You know
squat!” “Are you trying to tell me you don’t know Dr. Westerman?” “Well,
yes I do know a Dr. Westerman, and I sort of told you that—but, I didn’t know
at the time any details.” “And, a cousin in Florida?” “Yeah, I kind of misled
you there.” “Kind-of? How about right out lied?” “It was really none of your
business where I was going.” “That may be true, but I was worried not being
able to contact you since you insist on living in the dark ages-no cell phone.”
“I had my reasons.” “And what about your parents? Dead? No, I don’t think
so- in fact I know so.” “Okay, yes I have parents who are alive and living in
Maine, which I know you already know.” “When I went to your moms and
saw those pictures of you as a child, which I assume was your pageant and
school pictures – I can’t tell you what was going through my mind. I wanted
to board the next plane and ring your neck.” “I had my reasons for not sharing
my life, and I just recently learned about the other stuff. A lot has occurred in
the last five years I was not aware of. I had personal reasons for leaving,
which had nothing to do with your case. So, sorry I needed to be a bit
mysterious.” “Do you know how serious this case is? Your mother has
opened herself up to possible accusations of being involved with your dad.”
“Yes, I am very worried about her, but she had her reasons for not coming
forthright about Westerman right away.” “I know your dad was blackmailing
her and threatening her, but she is still technically involved.” “I understand,
but there is also another important piece of this puzzle. A piece that directly
involves me.” “Jessie, you need to tell me everything and I’ll do everything to
protect you and your mother. Why couldn’t you just trust me?” “Like I said, I
knew nothing about the baby snatcher asshole, except that he always creeped
me out.” “Maybe you should sit down.” “You’re beginning to worry me.” “I
have a…” At that moment the door flew open, “Mommy, mommy look what I
found-it’s a sand dollar. Who are you?” “I’m Jackson, who are you?” “You
are Buddy’s son. I’m Maxie, actually Maxine, but I like Maxie better.” “Jack,
this is my daughter.” “Daughter? This is the missing piece of the puzzle.”
“I’m not a puzzle, I’m a little girl.” “Maxie, can you go wash your hands and
put your sand dollar on your dresser?” “Yes mommy.” “So now you know
most of the story.” “Why didn’t you…” “Not now, Jack.” “Fine, let me see if
mom can watch Maxie and we can go out to dinner. Okay?” “Yes, I owe you
a complete explanation.” “Maxie how would you like to go spend some time
with my mom and dad?” “Yeah, can I mom?” “Yes, jack and I are going to
go out to dinner. Is that okay with you?” “Yes, just be sure you come home.”
“I’ll see you soon, you be good for Buddy and Jane – okay?” “Yes Mommy-I
love you.” Jessie’s heart again melted with every sound of those words and
hoped she’d never tire of hearing them.
After they dropped off Maxie, they went to a little place outside of town.
“Jack, first of all I had my reasons for being cautious especially since you
worked in law enforcement. I ran away after I got pregnant and had Maxie.
At that time, I wanted nothing to do with my parents or a child – I was
young.” Jessie went step by step of her childhood and how she found a need
and a chance to just get away. It made her sick to find out just how sick her
dad’s friends really were. How she misunderstood her mother and until her
trip back home, where she learned what her mother had done for her. Maxie’s
effect on Jessie was possibly her biggest surprise. By the end of her story,
Jessie was in tears. Jack sat patiently and listened intensely as Jessie poured
out her heart, something he wasn’t use to when it came to Jessie. Although, he
trusted his instincts when it came to Jessie, he wasn’t sure the day would ever
come when Jessie would finally let down her guard; but it did. Jessie was
exhausted and then patiently waited to see Jacks reaction.
“You are the most bull-headed woman I have ever met, but I knew that
wasn’t the woman you were.” “Bull-headed?” “Just wait, it is my turn.” Then
in unison they both said, fine. “See I know you pretty well.” Jessie gave a
little smile, although she tried to look disgusted. “There is a lot to absorb, but
I want you to know – it isn’t enough to scare me away – so, get that through
that stubborn head of yours right now. That also includes Maxie!
I will be wrapped up in this case for a while, but I will be back and forth.
When this is all over, we will then have a serious talk.” “So, what do you call
this?” “A step in the right direction-beginning with the truth. Are you ready
for this?” Jessie sat there looking at Jackson, which in itself made it hard not
to say, YES. It took her all of a couple seconds to agree. Jack got up and
helped Jessie from her chair and then kissed her with enough passion to make
every inch of her body quiver. “Wow, where did that come from?” “Do you
really want to know?” Jessie blushed and he grabbed her, giving her a hug to
reassure her that he was serious about their relationship. “Now, we have a
long road in front of us, and I am going to do everything to protect your
mom.” “Jack, I am worried about something other than my mom of course,
but we both have a life on different coast lines. Not that I couldn’t move back,
but I just wanted to know if you have any thoughts on this?” “All in good
time Jessie, we will work this out-trust me?” “A few months ago my answer
would be an astounding no, but now - I can say yes Jack, I trust you
completely.” “That’s what I needed to hear, and I won’t let you or your
daughter down.”
Several months passed, and the trial was finally over. It seems that mom
had enough information for the police to set up some of Dr. Westerman’s
associates that aided in the case against him and her dad. Apparently, her
mom’s information was enough to point them in the right direction and
surprisingly her dad never involved her mom or told Dr. Westerman what she
had overheard; keeping her from having to testify. Her dad rolled over with all
the information needed to bring down this baby snatching ring to lessen his
conviction and years in prison; as well as protecting her mom. This was her
biggest surprise after all her dad had done, that he was willing to protect her
mom. Jessie’s mom stayed to support her dad, which again surprised Jessie
especially after what he had done to her, and what he could have done to her
daughter with his actual involvement with Westerman. Her mom explained to
her that it had nothing to do with whether or not she loved him or what he did,
he was alone and they had a history that she felt he deserved her support. I
don’t understand, but that was okay because she was just glad her mom was
safe.
Jack was returning, and we were to have a much needed talk; I couldn’t
wait. Maxie was settled in and seemed to be very happy. Mom was planning
a trip to come here with Maria soon to visit, which was very exciting. All her
favorite people coming here to Shipwreck Beach at the same place; the perfect
end to a hectic year. Even Perry has been great and supportive regarding
Maxie. Now, after five years, so many people are coming together-all for the
love of a daughter I never knew and the trust of friends, who have become like
family.
Buddy came over and let me know that Jackson was coming today, and got
a reservation for all of us to have dinner tonight at the Roads End Restaurant.
It was the swankiest restaurant in town that looked over the ocean. It sounded
nice, but a little extravagant. “Maxie, how would you like dinner tonight with
the Martin’s?” “Yes, I like the Martin’s. Will their son be there?” “Why yes
he will, is that okay?” “Yes mommy, I think he likes you.” “You do?” “Yes, I
heard Buddy talking about you and Jackson.” “It’s not nice to ease drop
honey.” “What is ease drop?” Jessie giggled, “That’s listening to other
people’s conversations when they are not talking to you.” “Oh, but I was in
the room. Should I cover my ears?” “No honey, just don’t repeat what you
hear, sometimes it isn’t the right thing to do.” “Okay, mommy.”
Jackson came up to get Jessie, and she was glowing at the sight of his
handsome face. As she smiled up at him she said, “Hi, glad you’re back.”
“Me too, now come here and give me a proper welcome home.” Jessie raised
an eyebrow and put out her hand to shake his.” “Come here, and wrap those
arms around me, because I missed you more than I can say in words.” Jessie
fell into his arms and they had a passionate welcome home kiss. “Hey, what
are you doing?” “Hi Maxie, how are you?” “I’m good, mommy said we were
going out to dinner.” “She’s right, are you ready?’ “Yep.”
Jackson drove Buddy, Jane, Jessie, and Maxie to the restaurant. As they
walked into the restaurant, there sat Jessie’s mom and Maria. She couldn’t
believe her eyes. “Mom, you’re here.” Maxie started screaming “Grams, I
missed you.” Jessie looked at Jack, and Jack was smiling from ear to ear. “I
thought it was time our family’s got to know each other-what do you think?”
“Yes, absolutely!” Everyone sat down and it was as though we had all known
each other our whole lives. As we finished up dinner Jack stood up to, what I
thought was to make a toast. He said wonderful things regarding his family,
his case and how it has brought us all together. Then, he walked over to
Maxie. “Maxie, I love your mommy.” “So do I.” “I know you do, that’s why
I have an important question to ask you.” “Okay.” “Like I said I love your
mommy and I would like to know if it is okay with you, if I ask your mother
to marry me.” Everyone gasped, and Jessie was speechless-probably for the
first time, maybe the second time in her life. “Mommy can Jack marry me?”
Everyone laughed as Jack explained he wanted to marry her mom. “Oh, I
guess so, mommy?” “Jack?” “Jessie, will you marry me? Will you become a
member of my family-even though, they consider you, family already? I love
you! I think I loved you the first moment I met you. You didn’t make getting
to know you easy, but I believe it was just destined, because I didn’t care who
you were. I just cared who you are, and that is the most beautiful, bullheaded,
and wonderful woman I have ever met. Jessie, marry me-please?” Jessie had
tears streaming down her face, and her mom too was full of tears. “Mommy
you must be very happy, you’re crying.” “Yes Maxie I am very happy. How
would you feel if I married Jack, and he became a part of our lives forever?”
“Will daddy still be my daddy?” “Yes, daddy will always be your daddy. Jack
will just help your daddy, since your daddy doesn’t live with us.” “Okay, I
like Jack.” “Jack, I do love you too. There is nothing more in this world that I
would love more; Yes, I will marry you.” Jack smiled and presented Jessie
with a beautiful ½ carat solitaire diamond ring and put it on her finger. Maxie
was so excited, she wanted a ring too. Jack then took out a small box and
gave it to Maxie. Maxie opened it and there was a small ring with three small
blue stones. “Maxie this ring has 3 stones to represent the three of us, and
they are blue to represent the ocean, because I know how much you love the
ocean-almost as much as your mom.” “Mommy look, it is so pretty.” “Jack,
that was so sweet.” “I have my moments. Now we can have that talk about
our future, because you now know that I am serious about spending the rest of
our lives together. Mostly, you should know I am here for you and always
will be. I hope you know that you can always rely on me, and trust me about
anything – always.” “I am ready for that talk, but not tonight. My head is
spinning, and I am so happy. One thing I can assure you right now is, I love
and trust you with all my heart.”

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