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Part 1 - Prologue - Troy Family Values (continued)
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Author's note: This continues directly from 'Cancel All Our Vows', Ch. 02.
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*BRING!* *BRING!* *BRING!*
7:45pm, Thursday, June 2nd. It was my Police iPhone, and a chill ran down my spine when I saw that the caller was my daughter Tasha. It was the iPhone I'd given her to call me in case of an emergency. Carole and the boys also had them. I answered "Commander Troy. Tasha, is that you?"
"He called me 'Little Love'!" I heard my daughter say between sobs and wails. It was hard getting anything understandable out of her, so I let her wail and used my personal iPhone to speed-dial her mother Paulina.
"Oh my goodness. She called you?" Paulina said when I asked what was going on. "Okay, let me go to her room." I heard snippets of voices, then a knock on a door followed by Paulina and Tasha's voices coming through both phones.
I began talking to both of them, a phone pressed to each ear. It would've been comical if it weren't for the fact that my six-year-old daughter was crying. At one point, though, I held the Police iPhone to my chest and said to Paulina in the other one: "Is Michael still there?"
"Let me go check." Paulina said. When she was no longer in Tasha's room, she said "I'm sorry she bothered you and called you on the emergency phone."
I said "Tasha was right to call me. Don't berate her or punish her in any way. And for her to get upset like this shows me that there's a problem between her and Michael."
Paulina didn't reply, and I heard voices on that phone. Into the other one I said "Tasha, you did the right thing calling me, and if your mom says differently, you let me know. So stop crying and tell me why you got so upset."
That didn't work; Tasha started wailing again: "He called me 'Little Love'! That's
your
name for me, Daddy!"
"Does your mother ever call you 'Little Love'?" I asked.
"No! Only you do!" Tasha said, then added "Well... Grandpa Grizz does sometimes, and Grandma does. But mostly you do." Then the emotion started back up, and she said "But you're my daddy! He's not!"
"She's right, I almost never call her that. Neither does my brother T-Square." Paulina said into her phone, having come back into Tasha's bedroom. " And by the way, I asked Michael to go back to his place instead of spending the night here, and I boxed up some of the Chinese takeout we were having for him to take with him."
"Good." I said. "Tasha, have you eaten yet?"
"No sir." Tasha said, considerably calmer now.
"Why don't you go eat your supper." I said. "I'll talk to your mom. Call me again if there are any problems, okay?"
"Yes sir, I will." Tasha said, then disconnected.
"Like I said, I'm sorry she bothered you." Paulina said when Tasha had left the room. "I don't think Michael meant any harm, and you've called Tasha that in front of him many times. I think he was just trying to ingratiate himself with her."
"I'm sure that was the case." I said. "Okay, why don't you two talk about things, then you and I can talk tomorrow. And again... please don't berate her in any way for calling me."
"O-kayyy." Paulina said, obviously not happy about that, but acquiescing. "All right, let me go eat supper with her, and talk with her some more."
We said our goodbyes and disconnected. I looked around to see two outstanding dogs sitting by the back door of the Mountain Nest, ready to go out... and their eyes giving away that Carole was hiding down the hallway towards the 'Puter Room, listening to conversations that should not be concerning her. Loyal protectors, these dogs were. Good at keeping secrets, they were not.
"Carole, stop hiding and get out here." I ordered.
My firstborn child appeared from down the hallway. "Is everything okay with Tasha?" she asked, genuine concern for her sister in her voice. My initial anger at her acting like the spy her mother really was dissipated.
"I think so." I said. "Why don't you come with me to take the dogs out, then we'll fix something for supper.
Alas, my best-laid plans were interrupted. I heard the crunch of gravel under tires, as did the dogs. A moment later Laura came in. "Hello." she said. "It's an early night for me. Have y'all had supper yet?..."
Part 2 - Friday Follies
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" shouted the redheaded MILF reporterette at 7:00am, Friday, June 3rd, from the rooftop of the building at Riverside and College, with City Hall in her background. "The University and the State Medical College go to Court on Monday!"
After the hard-charging intro music, Bettina began: "Dr. Laura Fredricson, President of the State Medical College, the SMC, has rejected binding arbitration in her dispute with Dr. Jerry Moore, President of the University, and is demanding a full legal proceeding. That hearing will occur at 9:00am Monday morning at the Courthouse. Let's go to
trusted
reporter Amber Harris for more. Amber!"
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That's right,