Maurice, Marguerite and Andreas stared at their parents in shocked silence. Then in one simultaneous outbreak, the three of them began to talk at once,
"This can't be happening." Andreas replied shaking his head. He pointed at his father,
"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!!" He screamed.
"Why Do You Look Like That?!?!" Marguerite demanded
Maurice turned to Momma and asked accusingly, "Is This Some Kind of Joke?"
Momma and Daddy stood quietly beside each other and stared silently at my three siblings in tense silence. Momma turned to Maurice and replied,
"Of course not!!."
Maurice narrowed his eyes and replied, "Then who is this man and why does he look like that?" Maurice demanded.
"He's your father Maurice." Momma replied.
"LIAR!!!!!" Maurice screamed.
"WHO IS THIS MAN?" He demanded.
"He's Your Father!!!" Momma repeated.
Maurice shook his head in disbelief,
"NO, You're A Fucking Liar!!" Maurice accused.
MY FATHER IS DEAD!!!!
Marguerite fell to her seat and dropped her head between her legs. She began to sob openly, slightly hyperventilating with each sob. Andreas turned away and sobbed quietly. Tears flowed down Momma's eyes. She stepped forward with her hand out; Maurice backed away. She dropped her hand and replied softly,
"Darling, I know that this is a shock to you. And I also know that I ....." Sr tugged on Mother's arm. She looked up and gazed lovingly at her husband and gave a smile of reassurance.
"We have a lot of explaining to do." Mother continued. "But know that we do love you and everything we've done; we did it because we love you."
"BULLSHIT!!!"
"You're an evil Bitch who wouldn't know love if it hit her in the face!!!" Maurice spat out.
"Watch your mouth son." Sr replied darkly.
Maurice looked at Sr with narrowed eyes and stepped towards him. Sr stepped towards his son. The two men. Stared at each other face to face. Everyone turned their attention to the two men.
"You have no right to call me son. I'm not you're son. You don't know me and THIS doesn't concern you." Maurice replied through clenched teeth.
"And that my son is where you're wrong. Everything you say and do I have a right to. I made you and I can break you."
Maurice had no reply. He stood there in angry silence. Sr stepped aside and looked at all of his children,
"Now your Mother and I understand that you're upset and we know that we have a lot of explaining to do. And those explanations will come. But right now our main concern is Angela. My baby girl is fighting for her life. When she wakes up we need to be a united front." Sr replied.
Marguerite stood, looked into her father's eyes with pained one's of her own and replied,
"How dare you? How dare you speak her name like you even give a fuck about her. Hell, about any of us."
"I do care Marguerite. More then you know." Sr. replied.
"How can you say that? You allowed us, your children to believe that you were dead for over 10 years. We mourned you for the better part of those ten years, and for what? What Daddy? I'll tell you for what, not a goddamn thing. Because while we were mourning you, you was on a long-term vacation somewhere." Marguerite replied.
"Marguerite, where I was, was not a long term vacation I assure you." Sr. replied.
"Then where the hell have you been?" Andreas piped in.
Sr turned to his son and replied,"Dre everything will be explained in due time. I promise you that."
"Dad that's not enou......"
"Wait a minute. Just wait a goddamn minute." Maurice interrupted.
Everybody turned to Maurice. Maurice looked to his siblings one after the other.
"Are you telling me that you two believe this shit? Dad is dead, this is just some man that mom hired to freak us out and try to control us with. Don't fall for her foolishness. This man is not our father. Our father is DEAD!!"Maurice reiterated.
Sr stepped back to face his son, looked him straight in the eye and replied,
"Maurice the night you thought I died I told you something specific. I told you the location and the secret combination to the safe that held all of my bonds and investments. No one else, not even your mother new this information. I gave it to you to continue the dream that we started. I'm going to write that information down and then you can tell me yourself if I'm your father or not."
Sr dipped into his pocket, took out a small piece of paper, asked mother for a pen and then wrote a few figures down on the paper. He folded it and passed it to his son.
Maurice took the paper, opened it and read its contents. His eyes widened, he looked up at his father and shook his head.
"How did you know this? Who told you this?"
"No one told me anything. I created those figures just for you son. You know that." Sr replied.
Maurice shook his head in disbelief. Sr extended his hand to touch Maurice's shoulder; Maurice stepped away,
"Stay away from me!!" Maurice demanded.
Sr brought hands up in surrender and replied,
"Son, I need you to calm down. We can't work this out if you're upset."
Maurice continued to back away, "You want me to calm down? You're supposed to be dead. But yet here you are standing here as if the last few years never happened. As if we didn't sit here and mourn you. So tell me, what am I supposed to do about this, Hell what are WE supposed to do about this?" Maurice asked as he gestured toward his other siblings.
"And let's not forget about your youngest child." Maurice continued.
"Angela has always been on my mind; as have You, Marguerite and Andreas. My children are the most important thing in my life." Sr replied.
"Are you serious?" Andreas, who before now had been watching the events come to pass silently, replied.
"Of course I am Dre. All the things that your Mother and I have done we're don't to benifit you, your brother and sisters."
"In the words of my brother, BULLSHIT!!!"
"ANDREAS!!!" Momma exclaimed.
"Don't talk to your father like that." She continued.