Here is the next installment of the story. Let me know what you think about it, good or bad.
"You are so beautiful, to me." (B. Preston -- B. Fisher) sung by Joe Cocker.
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I then turned toward Phyllis. She looked wonderful, as beautiful as ever and I told her so.
"Thank you, John and you look great." She motioned to a group of chairs around a small table and said, "Here, please let's sit."
As we sat she asked, "How's your Mom? I had heard that she was ill."
"Well, we had a bout with breast cancer but after the surgery, we seem to have beaten it, knock on wood," I said as I knocked on the side of my head.
"And how is Becky?"
I laughed and said, "As insufferable as ever, she just finished her first year at Georgetown."
"Georgetown, that's wonderful."
"It's a bit on the pricey side but they gave her a scholarship and we got her through. But, now you will be paying for her."
"I'm glad we could work it out."
I steeled myself and said, "How is Maggie?"
She gave a small smile and said, "She is fine, doing well"
I softly said, "That's wonderful."
I wanted to ask her a million questions, but I didn't know where to start. I went silent. It was just about become awkward when Phyllis' secretary came into the office and said in a nervous voice, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Ms. Dumont, but Nelson was just on the phone and he said he has Jason on the line from London and things aren't going too good..."
Phyllis interrupted saying, "I'll be right there." She turned to me and said, "Please excuse me, John, but this is very important."
I started to get up and Phyllis stopped me saying, "No, stay here, John, make yourself at home. There is a bar behind that panel, make yourself a drink."
I said, "That's okay, I'm fine."
She stopped and said, "There's also a tea pot and some Earl Grey there."
I smiled and said, "Now that I can go for."
"I'll be back as soon as possible," and she ran out of the office.
I went over to the bar and put some water on. As it boiled, I measured out the tea, we never used tea bags. I poured the boiling water into the teapot and let it brew.
I started to walk around the office. I looked at the photos in the bookcase (she did say to make myself at home). There were some photos of Phyllis and some guy, a handsome guy. They had their arms around each other, lucky man.
I saw what seemed to be familiar photo so I picked it up and looked at it closely. It was a photo of Maggie and me. It was a photo that was taken at the first beach party we went to. I think that Harry or Didi took it. We had our arms around each other, our cheeks pressed together and we were giving goofy smiles to the camera. Why the fuck did she have that.
As I put it back I saw that there was another framed photo. It was a silver frame with blue letters that read "To the World's Greatest Auntie." It was a photo of Maggie and a beautiful little blonde girl. They had their cheeks pressed together and they were giving goofy smiles to the camera.
I knew the instant that I looked at that photo that I was looking at my daughter. She seemed to be about four or five years old. She was beautiful, with long blonde curls and bright blue eyes. I took the photo off of the bookcase and held it in my hands.
They looked so happy, being silly and grinning for the camera. I was totally lost in that photo. I have no idea how long I stood there staring at the picture, wanting it to be real, to see her move, to hear her voice.
I didn't hear Phyllis return nor did I hear her tell her secretary that we were not to be disturbed for ANY REASON AT ALL.
I realized that she was back when she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "I didn't think of those being there. I should have removed them."
I ignored what she said and said, "Her name is Katherine." It was a statement not a question.
Phyllis was obviously surprised. She stammered a little saying, "Yes, she's our Katie."
"That's the name we talked about giving our daughter."
I continued, "She is the reason that Maggie left."
"Aren't you making a rather large assumption..." Phyllis started.
I interrupted, turned to face her and said in a quite hard voice, "Don't go there, Phyllis. I think that I have been lied to enough."
Phyllis' face softened and she looked at me and said, "Yes, Maggie was pregnant when she left."
I looked at her and said, "But why did she leave? Why did she go? Could she think that I wouldn't want her? We could have married, we could have made a life for us and for our child. Did she think that I wouldn't want that?"
"She wanted that. She told me that she just learned that she was pregnant when she met me at the airport. She was going to tell you when you came over the next day."
"That can't be true, Phyllis. Then why did she go back to him?"
"That was my fault, John. I told Maggie that you were so young and could she straddle an eighteen year old with a wife and child. What kind of life would you have? You wouldn't have gone to school. I was afraid that you would have been stuck at that grocery store," she said softly.
I looked at her incredulously, "Do you think that I wouldn't have worked as hard as I have? Do you think that I would have just stopped and stocked shelves for the rest of my life? I would have broken my back working so that we could have made a life for our child and ourselves. Do you think that little of me?"
Then all of the pain, the ache, the anguish that I had been repressing all of these years overwhelmed me. My faΓ§ade of nonchalance crumbled and I sat and I put my face in my hands and wept.
Phyllis came to me and put her arms around me and with tears in her eyes said, "Oh god, John, you still love her. John, I'm so sorry. I was wrong, so so wrong; I should have trusted you and Maggie. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
I pulled myself together, placed my hands on her shoulders sat her in a chair and kissed her forehead. "You did what you thought was right. Your intentions were good. There is nothing to forgive, Phyllis."
"And, yes I love her I've never stopped loving her. That night when I told you that I hated you both, I wanted to, I wanted to hate you two so much but when I walked out into the rain, I realized that I didn't hate anyone. I loved Maggie and I always would."