Prologue: Spring 1962
The room was quiet except for the occasional whimpering of the baby in his mother's arms. She continued to rock gently, all the while kissing him and whispering sweet things in his ear. Although the nurses tried every night to rock him to sleep, it was she who had the touch he wanted and needed.
Exhausted and fighting sleep herself, she knew her husband would be picking her up soon to take her home for a few pitiful hours of rest. He cared for their 15-month-old daughter while she kept the vigil at the hospital.
He stirred a little, waking her with a start from her doze before he settled into a sound sleep. Silently, she admonished herself for falling asleep as she looked down at her son, so small and frail in her arms. How she loved him so, even more than life itself. He would have surgery soon to remove the kidney that was poisoning him and she was dreading it. Another operation for her Andy and he wasn't even six months old yet! Perhaps, this would be the last one. She could only hope.
Carefully, she stood up on shaky legs and prayed he wouldn't wake. She tenderly placed him on the bed, trying to avoid moving the tubes sticking out from his sides that drained the waste his good kidney had missed. Good kidney? The doctors told them it was damaged, too, but it still worked. When they removed the bad kidney, they would repair the other and hope for the best. Even then, sadly, they said he probably wouldn't live to see his fifth birthday.
Tears rolled down her face as she lifted the gate into place, securing it so he couldn't accidently roll out. As she had done every night since he was hospitalized, she sat in the rocking chair again, weeping and praying until her husband arrived to take her home.
February 1979
A cold wind blew through the trees that early morning. Overgrown bare branches scraped against the sides of the house as bits of rain splashed against the window panes that were next to Serena's bed.
It awakened her slightly, but she merely flipped onto her stomach in search of a more comfortable position. She could sleep through a tornado, or so it was suggested by her brother, teasing her as he always did.
Diane heard the wind and cocked an ear toward the ceiling to see if it waked her children. Hearing nothing, she went back to her breakfast and newspaper. It was almost six o'clock and soon it would be time for her to go to work and for the kids to get up and get ready for school. She heard a faint beeping sound coming from above and knew Serena's alarm was going off. Smiling to herself, she took another sip from her coffee cup.
Serena groaned when she heard the familiar
beep, beep, beeps,
coming from her alarm clock. Another full week of school greeted her and she was not amused. Grumbling, she threw off her covers and stumbled across her room to the alarm where she silenced the annoying noise with the flick of her finger. Fighting the urge to flop back into her bed, she instead fumbled around in the dark for her robe and slippers, disdaining a light for fear of blinding herself that early. Once she shrugged on her robe, she made her way out of her room and went down the dimly lit staircase to the kitchen.
"Morning, bright eyes," her mom greeted her. Squinting, Serena mumbled something and waved her hand weakly. She shuffled to the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice. Tempted to drink straight out of the carton, she glanced at her mom and thought better of it. Instead, she poured herself a glass and gulped it down.
"Some storm, huh?"
"I guess," Serena shrugged.
"I hope your dad's had an easy night."
"He usually does. Criminals don't like to come out and play in bad weather." Her father, Joe, was a police officer. Serena gulped down another glass and put the carton back in the fridge. She then rinsed her glass and set it in the sink.
"I hope you're more awake during practice today than you are now," Diane said.
Serena looked at her strangely as if the last sentence hadn't registered. Practice? Practice! Serena had almost forgotten about. It was the first day of practice for the girl's softball team and the boy's baseball team at McKinley High School. Serena was a senior and played centerfield, while her brother, Andy, a junior, played second base.
Serena had already made the team, being her team's most valuable player the past two years, the league's player of the year last season, all-state the previous two years, and the pre-season pick for player of the year in Ohio. Other than that, she was pretty good.
Andy, on the other hand, hoped to catch on as an extra infielder for the varsity. He didn't want to play on the junior varsity again, even though he was assured of being a starter. Andy didn't care if he sat the bench, he wanted to be on the varsity team.
"I should be awake by then," Serena answered.
"Well, I've got to run," Diane said as she threw on her coat. "Your dad should be home soon, unless he has a lot of reports to write." She put her purse over her shoulder. "Tell Andy 'good luck' for me."
"I will."
Diane brushed past her, kissing her on her forehead as she went by. "See you at supper," she called before she was out the door.
Serena went back upstairs and into the bathroom where she took a quick shower. After toweling off, she put her robe back on and went back to her room. Once there, she found the clothes she wanted to wear that day and dressed quickly. She combed her short, brown hair into place and glanced at the clock. It was almost six-thirty and time to wake her brother.
Andy never liked being waked by an alarm. It always made him jump out of his skin, no matter how low the setting. He mentioned this to Serena one time and from then on, she took it upon herself to wake him. Like her mother, Serena was always looking out for her little brother. They never fought, seldom argued, and genuinely liked being around each other.
She strode to his door and knocked softly before letting herself in, as was her custom. He was still asleep, his face buried into his pillow. Serena touched him lightly on his shoulder and he woke instantly, turning to her.
"Shit!" he exclaimed softly, eyeing her. "I was in a good dream. If you only could have waited a few minutes."
"Sorry," she said, straightening up, "I can't schedule waking you up around your dreams. Which girl was it about this time?" she smiled sweetly.
Andy stretched and yawned. "No girls, this time. It was about practice. Man, I was hitting everything out of sight, running strong, catching everything. I couldn't do anything wrong. I wish it would happen in real life."