Family Tragedies & Secrets Pt 10

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Family Tragedies and Secrets
Part 10
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

 

“Devin, could you get that?” called Katarina Scroggs from the kitchen. Homemade quesadillas have so much less fat, but you had to watch them like a hawk. She heard the door open and Charlie Brown's teacher, then the door close.
A wide-eyed boy fairly flew into the kitchen as she was pulling Devin's quesadilla off of the griddle.
“Whoa. Jeff. What's the hurry?” she asked as she slid her creation neatly onto a plate. She glanced at Devin, and in the way that close sisters have, they communicated without words. So she started a quesadilla for Jeff, then.
“Um. If I were to tell you that the police were after me, but it was for something that I didn't do, would you let me hide out here?”
She paused in sprinkling the onions and peppers into the cheese. “But why would you tell me that, Jeff? I'd have to let your guardian — Matt Tomkins, right? — know that you were here, but yes, I would give you sanctuary as long as you could assure me it was for something you didn't do.”
Devin reached across the table and took his hand and squeezed it, then let it go. Not trying to get overly familiar, just showing support. “Us Thoughtful Spotters gotta stand together.”
Neither of the teenagers said anything more until Katarina turned and set a plate in front of each before taking her own and setting it on the table, as well.
“Now,” she said, “for dinner conversation, you need to explain your hypothetical situation a bit more.”
Jeff told her everything he knew. His mother had kidnapped him from his father. That he had hit her and tried to stop her from divorcing him, then used his money and the fact that he put that money into the Mayor and City Councils' pockets to get custody of him. And that the cops wanted to get him to go back to Florida, now.
“Wait,” inserted Devin, “your mother put all that in her diary? Sorry, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but wasn't that just asking for it?”
“No,” answered Jeff. He paused to chew and swallow, then went on, “It was more like describing the stuff he did to her, then there was no entries from the divorce until six months later, when she started writing again about, 'that horrible man trying to take my baby from me' — and with what that detective had already told me at the police station the day after she died, I put it together. There's entries ranting about him for two years, then they stop with one talking about losing custody, but having a plan. They just stop there for years, then start up again with normal stuff around my seventh birthday. What she got me, y'know, like that.”
“Wow,” said Devin.
“Yes,” agreed Katarina, “very soap opera. Okay, Jeff, you can stay here until Matt comes to get you, but I'm gonna call over there. I'll leave a message if he's not there. Devin, you get him set up in the guest room.”
“Yes, ma'am,” the two answered in unison.
He grinned at her and she punched him in the arm, returning his grin.
* * * * * * *
“Wow. Okay, Aunty. I think I can handle that. It makes more sense now. But Mom? Really? That's almost... spiffy,” Emily was saying as she mopped the last of her gravy from the plate. Brenda looked much more relieved, and the other two ladies were smiling. Hard to believe that they were both really guys, too. And her mother had been the one to get him started in this crossdressing thing? Before they'd even gotten married? All because of this Cosplay — or was it called Crossplay? — stuff and a bet. Whoa. Just. Wow.
“And it's time we headed back, Em,” said Brenda, leaving cash and a tip on the table and giving quick hugs to the other ladies. “I'll visit again soon, girls,” she said, “it'll be easier since I don't have to hide it now.”
With that, the two of them got into the car and began the drive home.
* * * * * * *
“Devin. Please, help me. You're the only friend I have other than Emily that knows, um, what I am. It's Florida, where the president's brother is in charge. They'll hang me or shoot me or something, I just know it!” pleaded Jeff.
“Don't worry. I have a plan. We're gonna sneak out in a bit, but first we gotta hide you in plain sight. You ever done any acting? Plays and the like?”
“A bit,” he answered, following her into what he figured was the guest room.
She looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned, “Good. Do you trust me?”
“I guess so.”
“Sit on the bed,” she told him as she shut the door behind them, and locked it.
She walked to the closet and opened it, pulling out a skirt. She turned to him and said, “Okay, strip.”



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