Jacob
Morgendorffer, Esq.
Chapter 4
Pearsborough, Virginia
Late winter, 1980
"It was a dark and stormy night," Rita
Chambers said as the heavy rain that fell from the evening sky beat against the
windshield of her Lincoln Continental.
"What, Mommy?" her daughter asked
sleepily from the seat.
"Nothing, Erin," she replied without
taking her eyes from the road. "Mommy was just talking to herself."
"Oh," Erin said uncertainly. "Are we
there yet?"
"Almost, sweetie," her mother answered
with artificial brightness. "Aunt Helen said that she lived-ah, there's her
apartment complex over there. She said that her's was number four. Can you
point to number four?"
Erin sat up straighter in her seat
peering through the window trying to remember what the number four looked like
by conjuring the correct page from her favorite Little Golden Book. Most
of the doors were in shadows but an outside light bathed one in its warm glow.
"Over there, Mommy," Erin exclaimed,
pointing with a chubby finger. "By the blue car."
"Very good, Sweetie," Rita said,
pulling in beside the seven-year old Chevy Vega that their father bought Helen.
Ambrose wanted to buy Helen a new car but she stubbornly refused to allow him
to do that. It was only the fact that she and Jake needed a second vehicle that
Helen grudgingly but gratefully accepted the Vega.
"I'm four, too," Erin said waving four
fingers.
"That's right," Rita replied. "You're
mommy's big girl, now."
Cracking her door, Rita popped open a
large yellow umbrella. Quickly, she scampered to the passenger side. She
muttered an inaudible curse as cold water splashed on her bare ankles. The
black kitten heels were comfortable but hardly suitable for keeping winter
weather at bay. She saw Helen appear in her entryway while she was reaching for
the handle.
"Do you need any help?" Helen called
as she opened her door.
"Just keep the door open," she replied
as she extracted her daughter from the car. "We'll make a run for it. We'll
grab the luggage after while."
Moments later, mother and child were
safely inside. In short order, both quickly hugged Helen before shucking wet
shoes and finding a resting place for the umbrella on the bathroom's tiled
floor.
"Is Jake home?" Rita asked.
"No," Helen replied with a small shake
of her head. "He's working late but he knows that you'll be sleeping on the
sofa bed so said that he'll be as quiet as possible when he comes in."
"You tell him not to worry about that,"
Rita said waving a hand in dismissal.
"Coffee?" Helen asked. "Something to
eat?"
"We stopped at a burger joint not too
long ago but I'd kill for a cup of coffee right now," Rita said. "It's freezing
outside. I don't think spring's ever going to get here."
"At least it's not snowing," Helen
replied.
"I'm surprised it isn't," answered
Rita. "It's cold enough. I left New Rochelle in the rain and it stayed with us
all the way down here."
Helen chuckled. "Pitiful you. Please
sit down. I'll be right back."
Rita sat on the sofa. Erin climbed
beside her. Slowly, Rita took in her sister's apartment. It was small but
painfully neat. There was little in the way of decoration. No paintings adorned
the walls. No figurines or vases cluttered the coffee table. No rugs camped on
the laminate floor. The only concession to style was that the deep blue drapes
that covered the front picture window matched the sofa and recliner perfectly. The
lone personal touches were the several family photographs that rested on a low
table on either side of a small television set. Rita smiled. All and all it
reflected her sister perfectly, Spartan yet somehow homey none-the-less much
like her room as a teen-ager.
"Here we are," Helen said setting a
silver plated tea service on the coffee table before Rita. "Some hot chocolate
for you, Erin."
"Thank you, Aunt Helen," the little
girl replied carefully taking the cup and saucer into her small hands.
Helen watched her niece for a moment.
Satisfied that Erin could handle the mug, she turned her attention to pouring
her sister a cup. As she did, she caught Rita broadly smiling.
"What's so funny?" Helen asked.
Rita shook her head. "I was just
thinking how we really don't get away from our raising."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at you. All those years of
protests, funny cigarettes and getting up to Lord knows what in that commune of
yours," Rita answered. "Yet here you are serving coffee in a manner that would
make our grandmothers proud. "
"Mom would find some fault with it,"
Helen said grumpily.
"It makes me wonder why you ran away
in the first place," Rita said ignoring her sister's comment.
"I didn't run away, "Helen said as she
sat back onto a recliner a cup of her own in her hand.
Her sister chuckled. "What would you
call it? Middleton was the closest college to home you applied to and that's
all the way up in Pennsylvania."
"Which is hardly the dark side of the
moon," Helen pointed out. "And actually closer to Mossy Creek than Cape Henry."
she added mentioning her sister's alma mater.
"Yes but Colorado. California,"
replied Rita. "I'm surprised you didn't move to Canada or Kalamazoo."
Helen looked puzzled. "Kalamazoo?"
"Oh, not Kalamazoo," Rita said. "I
mean that place in India where all the hippies go."
"You mean Kathmandu," Helen said
laughing. "In Nepal."
"Nepal?" asked a frowning Rita. "Well,
close enough. Anyhoo, you see my point, don't you?"
Helen nodded. "Yes, I do," she agreed.
Rita looked at her sister closely as
they made small talk for several more minutes. Helen looked tired. No surprise there. She knew Helen was knocking herself out
trying to be the valedictorian of her class. Her competitive nature would not
allow her to try for anything less and she was working part time to boot. Yet
there was an odd tightness around Helen's eyes that Rita noticed but could not
put a name to.
"Are you okay, honey?" she finally
asked.
"I'm fine," Helen replied quickly.
Too quickly for her sister. Something
was not fine at all with Helen. Rita glanced at a drowsy Erin. She gently took
the emptied mug from her hands before catching Helen off guard by switching to
French. "What is wrong, Helen?" she asked. "School? Jake?"
Helen set her own mug down on the
coffee table. She visibly wrestled with her reply for several seconds. "I'm
pregnant," she replied quietly in the same language. "Just a few weeks."
Rita automatically started to say
congratulations but the tears in Helen's eyes stopped her. She clasped Helen's
hands. "What are you going to do?" she asked almost fearfully.
"I'm having the child," Helen
answered. "I can't...I just can't but...God, it couldn't have come at a worst time.
I don't know how we're going to manage."
"Well, Daddy," Rita started.
"I know," Helen interrupted her voice
cracking. "But Daddy can't make more time. How am I going to take care of a
baby and go to school? Jake's already pushed to the limit working a full time
job as he is and trying to keep up in class. I mean diapers, two o'clock
feedings, and God knows what else. I just don't know what I'm going to do."
Rita took her sister's hand in hers.
"It'll be all right, honey," she said. "I promise."
Helen smiled wanly while swiping at
the tears with her free hand. "Thanks," she replied.
"We'll figure something out," Rita
said encouraging.
The weak smile stayed on Helen's lips.
"I dread telling Jake. I don't want him to quit school but I know that's what
he'll do. I don't want to quit either."
Both women went silent for several
moments. Rita started to speak but with a shake of her head, she remained
quiet. She finally spoke when she noticed that Erin had fallen asleep. "I think
we need that bed now," she said. "I'll run out and get our bags.
Minutes later, a pajama-clad Erin was
snuggling next to her teddy bear. Her mother and Aunt retired to the dinette
set in the kitchen.
"Sweetie, do you rent this place,"
Rita asked. "Or do you lease?"
"What?" she asked taken off-guard
again by her sister. "We have a lease that runs through June. We'll probably
renew. This place is almost exactly halfway between Washington & Lafayette
when I go and Virginia Northern where Jake's enrolled."
"I know where you two go to school,
Helen," Rita said. "Dad's tickled pink that you're attending Washington and
Lafayette. He really wanted Amy to go there when it finally went co-ed but she
wouldn't hear of it."
Helen shrugged as she sipped her
coffee service "He's paying for it but it's a very good law school, one of the
best in the country," she said almost plaintively. "That's one of the reasons
that I don't want to quit. If I do, I may never start up again or if I do it
won't be at a university anywhere near as good as Washington & Lafayette."
Rita nodded in understanding, her own
face showing some anxiety. "Law School's three years long, right?" she asked.
"You'll have two more years after this one."
"That's right," Helen agreed.
Rita took a deep breath then slowly
exhaled. "In June, when your lease is up," she began. "Find a place with
another bedroom and I'll move down here and help you with the baby."
Helen blinked in surprise. "Sweetie, I
can't let you do that," she said after a moment. "I mean thank you but no. I
don't think Jim would appreciate his wife moving two hundred plus miles away
for two years."
Helen caught the several emotions that
rapidly raced across Rita face. It was not hard to draw the right conclusion.
"Oh, Rita, no," she said reaching over clasping her sister's hand. "Another
woman?"
Rita shook her head. "No," she said as
tears welled up. "In a way, that would have been easier."
"He's not hitting you, is he?" Helen
asked in sudden anger. "Or is it Erin?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Rita
replied forcefully. "It's cocaine."
"Cocaine?" Helen repeated. "Jim?"
"Yes, Jim." she replied. "I know you
have a different view on drugs but I won't put up with it. I don't know if you
can become addicted to cocaine or not but Jim's gone way overboard. It's
costing a fortune and changing Jim's personality. Even Erin, at her age, has
noticed the difference in him. She's been asking what's wrong with Daddy."
"Cocaine is not physically addictive but
is psychologically so,' Helen answered. "And for the record, I was never a
major drug user and haven't touched anything in over five years."
Rita nodded. "Good for you, "she said.
"If only Jim had that attitude. I told him this morning it was either his
family or coke. He packed a bag."
"Oh, Rita," Helen moaned. "I am so
sorry."
Rita grabbed a napkin and dabbed at
her eyes. "Thanks but honestly if it wasn't cocaine, the marriage would have probably
failed anyway. What Jim said he wanted out of life while we were dating isn't
what he wants now. He's enamored with the lifestyle of a Wall Street broker."
"Brokers have a lifestyle?" Helen
asked with a tinge of humor.
Rita chuckled ruefully. "It's highly
completive, cut-throat even and all of them are into status symbols; the right
clothes, the right address, the right car, the right wife."
"You should fit right in," Helen said
without thinking.
"I'm not as superficial as you seem to
think, Helen," Rita replied. "Or as stupid. I might not have cum laude on
my sheepskin but no one takes me for a dim witted piece of blonde arm candy in
even in the city."
"Of course not," Helen replied.
"That's what Mom trained you for, to be the perfect hostess and the perfect
guest, a sparkling addition to any social gathering."
Rita sighed deeply. "Helen, we're in our thirties, now. Do you
think you can drop some of the childhood grudges, please? Maybe Mom favored me
for whatever reason but let it go. I am sick and tired of having to defend
myself every time we see each other and it will get old real quick if I am
living with you."
Helen's sigh matched her sister's then
she lightly laughed. "Pot calling the kettle black. I've been on Jake's case
for years trying to get him to get over his past."
"Has he?" Rita asked.
Helen shrugged. "I'm not sure. Since
his father's passing, his outbursts have stopped but I
just don't know. We stay so busy we make a conscious effort to keep any flies
out of the ointment when we are together."
"And look where that got you," Rita
quipped.
"Yeah," Helen replied glancing down at
her belly. She shook her head before looking back up. "But you got to admit
that you getting a British sports car for graduation was a bit more then what I
got."
"I got a twelve year-old car while you
got a brand new one," Rita pointed out. "Although I confess it was the car I
wanted."
Helen frowned. "It was twelve
years-old?"
"A '55 MGA roadster," Rita answered.
"It was owned by someone who served in the House of Delegates with Daddy
whereas he got you the brand new '68 convertible that you wanted."
"Why in the world did Daddy think that
I wanted a Dodge Dart?" Helen asked.
Rita looked perplexed. "You didn't?"
"No," Helen answered. "If anything, I
wanted a Karmann Ghia."
"But Daddy told me that every time you
were in town, he saw you staring at a Dodge Dart," Rita said. "He thought you
loved that car."
Helen thought for a moment then
started chuckling. "Daddy can be so clueless sometimes, "she said. "It wasn't
the car but the fact that Travis Crane was driving it."
"Travis Crane," Rita repeated joining
her sister in laughter. "Woof."
"Woof was right," Helen replied. "Oh,
mercy, what would Daddy had bought me if that boy drove a Mercedes Benz?"
"Just be glad it wasn't a cement
truck," Rita giggled.
Helen laughed lightly for a moment
before she abruptly sobered. "A live-in nanny would solve a lot of problems,"
she said quietly. "But are you certain that you want to do this?"
"Helen, I need to do something," her
sister mournfully answered. "I don't want to go back to Mossy Creek yet but I don't
want to stay in New York either."
She glanced down the hall at her
sleeping daughter. "The divorce will be quick if not painless," Rita continued
in a low voice. "I don't want any alimony and Jim has no interest in Erin so I
don't think there will be a custody battle of any sort."
"What do you mean he has no interest
in Erin?" a shocked Helen asked. "She's his daughter."
"I guess we just don't fit into his
plans anymore," Rita replied sadly. "Helen, if you let me to move in, you would
be helping me as much as I would be you. Please say yes."
Helen stepped to her sister's side and
hugged her fiercely. "Yes," she said. "And thank you from the bottom of my
heart. You're a lifesaver."
Both sisters turned at the sound of a
key in the front door.
"Better pour Jake a cup of coffee," Rita said. "You have a lot to tell him."