Jacob Morgendorffer, Esq.
Chapter 9
Lawndale, Maryland/Mossy Creek, Virginia
March 1989
"Okay,
Daddy," Helen laughed into the telephone. "Oh, here's Jake now if you want to
talk to him. Okay, I love you, too."
"It's
Daddy," she said extending the telephone to Jake as she stood.
Jake
nodded wearily then pecked her on the cheek before taking the telephone. With
an inaudible sigh, he sat down in the overstuffed chair that his wife vacated.
"Hi,
Dad," he said. "How are you?"
"Oh,
tolerable, tolerable," Porky drawled. "Helen filled me in on the swimming
exploits of my granddaughters and the neighbor kids you two have taken under
your wings."
"Yeah,
all four are part of the local AAU swim club," Jake answered. "They had a meet
over in Annapolis today."
"That
Trent boy sounds like another Mark Spitz," said Porky.
Jake
chuckled. "Helen tends to exaggerate just a little when it comes to the kids
but Trent is good. It's hard to believe he couldn't swim a stoke last summer."
"He
couldn't?" Porky asked.
"No."
Jake replied. "He admitted that after I signed everyone up for lessons at the
"Y" but he took to it like a dolphin. He won all three of the events he was in
today which is great but the important thing is that it's a healthy activity."
"Provides
some structure too," Porky said. "And from what Helen said, it is something the
boy and his sister need."
Jake
paused for a moment. "Parenting is no cakewalk," he quietly said. "I don't
agree with Vincent's and Amanda's style but I'd hesitate to criticize them too
much."
"I
don't have to look any further than your own two girls to know that you have
good instincts, Jake," Porky replied. "If you think they're wrong, likely they
are."
"Thanks,
Dad," Jake replied. "Although I don't know how much credit I can claim for
Daria and Quinn. I sometimes think I'm just guessing about what to do most of
the time especially with the girls being so different from each other."
Porky
laughed heartily. "Welcome to the club," he said. "My three could not have had
more diverse personalities if you had designed them. They were like morning,
noon, and night."
Jake
laughed in return. "I suppose Helen was a handful."
It
was several moments before Porky spoke. "Taking in account the decade she spent
putting as much distance as she could between us, you would think so," he
finally said in a faraway voice. "But looking back on it, Helen really was the
easiest of the three to deal with. She was as stubborn as a Missouri mule from
the get go but whereas Amy was a contrarian for the sake of it, I could almost
always reason with Helen and she was so damn smart she more than once changed
my mind with her arguments."
Jake
laughed with his father-in-law before speaking. "If I'm wrong about that I
guess I'm wrong in thinking that Rita was the one that gave you the fewest
headaches," he said.
Porky
nodded although Jake could not see the gesture. "Yes and no, really. Rita was
such a happy, outgoing, polite child everyone thought that she must be every
parent's dream but," he replied than paused for a trice seeking words for his
thoughts. "I worried myself sick for years over Rita. She was always so
obedient, and eager to please, far too eager. I tried to get her to be more
self-assertive but my wife lapped up such blind compliance like a kitten with
cream. I feared, justifiably so as it turned out, that she would do anything to
fulfill her mother expectations."
"Marrying
Jim was a perfect example of that. He was everything my wife wanted in a
son-in-law, the right background, a correct profession, a handsome, sparkling
presence at cotillions and the like. I really don't know if Rita actually loved
him or the ideal that was instilled in her."
"She
and Rafe are happy," Jake said.
"Rafe's
the kind of man she needs," Porky chuckled. "It took my better half the better
part of five years to finally warm to him. Trading a proper southern descendant
of Revolutionary War and CSA generals for the Yankee son of an Ohio coal miner
was in the same league as the Cubs trading Lou Brock for Ernie Broglio in her
mind but she loves their two boys to death and is tickled pink that they named
the eldest after me so she accepts Rafe as part of the deal."
"I
think that she has yet to warm up to me," Jake said with no small amount of
regret. However, than again he thought Helen and my mom do not exactly sit
around the kitchen together laughing as they bake cookies.
Porky
sighed deeply. "Son," he sadly replied. "I'm not going to lie to you; she
hasn't but it's less about you and more about the strain between her and Helen.
Those two have butted heads from the time that Helen was knee high to a grasshopper
and after all these years the best I can do is to get them to be civil to each
other for a few hours at a time."
Well,"
Jake mused. "You and Rita like me so I got half of the Barksdales in my corner
anyway."
"Amy
likes you too but won't admit that to save her life," Porky replied. "Anyway,
other than successfully raising a pod of porpoises I understand that further
congratulations are due you. Helen said that you kept nearly every one of the
firm's clients."
"Yeah,"
Jake replied. "I was...very surprised. I thought most would walk."
Porky
chuckled. "They know that you been doing most of the work since you've been
there. Clearly, they liked what they saw."
"I
was gonna go with most of them are too lazy to look for another lawyer," Jake
quipped. "But I like your interpretation."
"Now,
Jake," Porky began. "I don't want to hear that kind of fool talk from you.
You've earned the trust and confidence that your clients have shown in you in
the wake of Von Rheinbaben's death. Don't insult them by believing otherwise."
"Yes,
sir," Jake firmly replied.
"That's
more like it, son," Porky said.
"I
guess...I dunno," Jake said. "I suppose that I still find it hard to believe in
myself sometimes."
Porky
exhaled audibly. "Yeah," he began. "It's hard to overcome a bad raising but
from where I sit you have more than done so."
"Thank
you," Jake humbly replied picturing in his mind's eye his father-in-law
relaxing in his favorite recliner.
"When
do you officially hang out your shingle?" Porky asked.
"Officially?"
Jake asked rhetorically. "Probably in a couple of weeks. I have to file some
paperwork with the state and since the heirs want to sell the office property I
need to find suitable space and hire an associate and a legal secretary also
since Mrs. Camphausen is retiring."
"Well,
take your time on all of them," Porky advised casting his eyes about the den.
He paused as a sudden thought came to him. "Can I do something for you?"
"No,"
Jake replied. "I'm on top of everything but thank you anyway."
"Sorry,
I wasn't very clear," Porky chuckled. "What I mean is I'd like for you to have
my desk. It's been used by five generations of Barksdale men."
At
his end of the line, Jake blinked several times before clearing his throat.
"Thanks, Dad," he croaked. "I appreciate it but don't you think you should be
give it to Helen instead?"
"No,"
Porky replied, the sharp forcefulness of his retort tempered by light laughter.
"She would see it as an antique. She'd want to have it appraised and insured
and stuck in some corner where it could only be reverently approached for the
weekly dusting." Finding the sudden image of Helen genuflecting before the desk
funny, he laughed again before continuing. "Well, it followed me to Richmond
and to Washington but now that I'm retired it is pretty much just gathering
dust and that's a disgrace. Casting modesty aside for a moment, over the nearly
two centuries that desk has been around a lot of folks have been helped by the
work done on it. I reckon you would carry on that tradition."
"Thanks,
Dad," Jake repeated warmly repeated.
"You're
welcome, son," Porky replied. "I look forward to seeing it in the office of
Jacob Morgendorffer, Esquire."
"Before
the dogwoods bloom," responded Jake.
"Speaking
of trees blooming," Porky said. "The Twins are going to be in Baltimore for
three games in early April, a weekend series. I'm thinking about getting
tickets for the Saturday game. To my surprise Amy said she'd
come down from New York and Rita's crew is on board so how about it? Fourteen
tickets are as easy to get as eight."
"Count
us in," Jake chuckled. "Are you going to wear your old Washington Senators
cap?"
"Of
course," Porky joked back. "Can't let those Minnesota boys forget where they
came from. Did I ever tell you about me seeing the Senators win game seven of
the 1924 World Series?"
"Once
or twice," Jake replied thinking about the photograph that hung in Porky's den.
Ambrose Junior snapped a picture of his young son with the Senators' second
baseman Bucky Harris. Jake knew that the photograph meant more to his
father-in-law than all the medals the army showered on him during the war. "But
I wouldn't mind hearing about it again."
"Well,
I wasn't quite five years old yet," Porky began expansively. "But already crazy
about baseball. You know, I was Washington & Lafayette's starting catcher
for three years. I was better at football really but my love was baseball. Anyway,
the great Walter Johnson was pitching that day."
***********
Lawndale
May 1989
"Jacob
Morgendorffer, Attorney at Law. Lauren Brahms speaking. How may we help you? I
am sorry, sir, but we don't handle divorces."
Jake
smiled wanly. Jacob Morgendorffer, Attorney at Law. The novelty of hearing his
secretary say that yet had to wear away. Like his name on the door or on the
embossed business cards, he so proudly sent to his mother, sister, and a few of
his acquaintances from Middleton or the short-lived commune, it was another
symbol of his climb from the pit of his childhood.
The
cards even allowed him to put another demon to rest. He sent one by registered
mail to his old instructor at Buxton Ridge, Corporal Ellenbogen.
The spitefulness Jake felt when he mailed the card to him turned to
embarrassment when the old man wrote him back congratulating Jake on his
success and asking him to help prepare his will. Jake made a quick trip to
Pennsylvania and did the job pro bono.
The
Morgendorffer law firm occupied a three-room suite on the Schaffer Building's
sixth floor. The building was the second tallest in town and most of Lawndale
could be seen spreading out below. Light from the row of windows flooded a room
filled with dark, heavy furniture and wood paneling. Dark, leafy plants dotted
the space. In front of the windows, a low slung coffee table sat in the midst
of a sofa and two high back chairs all upholstered with forest green leather.
Bookshelves filled with legal tomes all but hid the two perpendicular walls.
Along the far wall from the windows, an old-fashioned wheeled, swivel chair
that Jake was sitting on stood before an even older roll top desk. Across the
top of the desk were photographs of Jake's family. One had a brand-new replica
Washington Senators cap hung over one corner. From its frame, Porky, Rafe, and
Jake beamed at the world. The scoreboard in the background showing Minnesota's
six to five victory over Baltimore scarcely month ago.
Jake
reached over and powered down the computer and printer. He gently lowered the
desktop but did not bother to lock it. Instead, he ran his fingers deliberately
across the front of it. With a deep sigh, he grabbed his briefcase and the
baseball cap before leaving his office.
Jake
knocked on the suite's other office door before
walking in. "I'm leaving now, Mr. Gupty," he said. Jake retained the marked
formality of Von Rheinbaben's office.
"Yes,
sir," he nervously stammered. "Anything I should do?"
"Just
hold down the fort," Jake replied.
"What
if...," the associate began.
"Whatever
what if is you can handle it," Jake interrupted. "I would not have hired you
otherwise."
"Thank
you, sir," Lester Gupty said gratefully.
"Good
bye, Mr. Gupty," Jake replied.
"Good
bye, Mr. Morgendorffer," his associate said.
"Good
bye, Captain Morgendorffer," Jake's secretary echoed when he turned from
around.
"Good
bye, Miss Brahms," Jake replied to the skinny twenty year old. "I should be
back by Wednesday. If not, I'll let you know."
"Yes,
sir," she replied with a nod. "Sir, please accept my condolences once again. I
could tell how close the two of you were when your father-in-law was up here
last week."
"Thank
you," Jake replied sadly. "But he wasn't my father-in-law. He was my father
really. The only father I had. I just wish...never mind."
"There's
never enough time, is there, Captain," Miss Brahms kindly said thinking of her
own grandmother who died shortly after Christmas.
"No,"
Jake quietly replied as he absently rubbed a thumb across the bill of the cap
that Porky forgot in the office when he left eight days earlier. "There isn't."