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Timothy - 49. Chapter 49
Walking up the stairs to the porch, Eva came to meet me. “Tim, I’m sorry about Sunday. We were invited for dinner, but instead, Mom said we were having a family meeting. I had no idea what she had planned. Dad told us you were going to hire a lawyer to present your plans for Ann Marie to hear. Mom said it was a waste of money. There isn’t anything wrong with her.”
“Eva, that was no excuse for what you said to me.”
“Tim, John, and I thought it was better if I said something rather than Mom.”
“You don’t need to worry. Mom left a message on my answering machine, and you should have heard it.”
“Wait, I have been working on a device that prints off any messages left on our answering machine.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“It wasn’t ready. There was a glitch, and it only recorded the first five minutes, and I wanted the system to record longer.”
“Did you fix it?”
“No, but I tied it into the printer, and now it prints off any message left on the answering machine. Let me go and check the print folder.”
I always knew that Stephan was a wizard as far as electronics were concerned, and now this. I wonder if he could record phone conversations.
“Let’s go inside. I’ll make coffee, and Randy, I’ll give you money to go and get dinner.” His smile said it all.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Stephan handed the printed transcript to Eva. I poured the coffee, sitting in my favorite chair. Stephen whispered in my ear, “Where’s Randy?”
“He went for dinner.”
“We should make a salad.”
“Tim, do you know why Mom is so angry with you. This message is tame to what she said she was going to tell you on Sunday.”
“Then I’m glad she didn’t. I’d probably tell you to release Ann Marie and take her back home. I still control her money, and I’ll ensure she doesn’t get a cent of it. You remember how she acted and how Mom was depressed. I don’t understand why she is defending Ann Marie now.”
“Tim, I’m a medical doctor, not a psychologist. Listening to Eva about your early childhood and now hearing the rage in your mom’s voice when she talks about you, I think she may need help as well. Your dad isn’t as happy as I remember him before Ann Marie had her rage.”
Before I could say anything, Randy returned with our dinner.
“John, Eva, you will have to stay the night. Our butler can show you to your rooms.” Looking at Randy, I laughed and winked. I hope that someday we have a son like Randy.
Dinner was pleasant, as long as we stayed away from Ann Marie and Mom.
After dinner, we showed Eva and John our home. Well, ‘we’ meant we followed our tour guide, I looked at Stephen, and when he looked at me, I smiled as I nodded my head toward Randy.
That evening in bed, “I thought you would have told John about relocating Ann Marie to the university hospital.”
“I didn’t want to get into a discussion, I have made up my mind, and they are planning on making the move tomorrow. I don’t want Mom or Dad to know. I’ll give them an update on her condition as I feel necessary. I don’t want them to interfere and certainly not to come and see her.”
“Are you still planning on moving her to the lodge?”
“Yes, as soon as the doctor permits her to leave the hospital.”
After breakfast, Randy, Eva, and John left, Stephen and I went to work. At 2 o’clock, I received a phone call from the university hospital, and Ann Marie had checked in
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