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Timothy - 59. Chapter 59
Arriving at the farm, Randy ran to the car before I stopped. Looking at Randy, “What happened?”
“Your dad called the police came back with a search warrant.”
“Stephen, get my mom into the car. We will need to leave as soon as I talk to Dad.”
I called Dad, “I’ll call you as soon as I am home.”
“Tim, what’s going on?”
“Mom, did Ann Marie ever tell you who those boys were that raped her?”
“I don’t see what that has anything to do with me being rushed off to your home.”
“Those boys are running scared. We have an excellent idea of who they were. The police came to the house to arrest you, and they were told to put you in a psycho ward. They think you know who they are, and now they are running scared.”
“I don’t know who they were. Ann Marie never told me. I don’t need a shrink.”
“If you ever want to see Ann Marie, you need to see the doctors at the hospital where she is being treated.”
“They are a bunch of quacks. As soon as I saw her, they took her away.”
“Yes, the doctor told you what would happen if you didn’t follow their instructions. And you didn’t. What was the first thing you said to her?”
Mom was quiet the rest of the way home.
As soon as we arrived, Mom wanted to call Dad. I only heard her side of the conversation. “That’s not true,” then, “She never told me I am not insane.” Looking at me, “Your dad said the police were there because my doctor said I was mentally impaired and needed to be placed in a home to protect myself and my family. I can’t believe he would do such a thing.”
“Mom, I suspect he thinks you know who those boys are that raped Ann Marie. They are afraid, that is why I needed you to see the doctors at the university hospital. I have arranged for you to meet them tomorrow at 10 am, and I’ll go with you.”
I knew she wasn’t happy, but she would eventually realize that this was in her best interest.
Monday morning, Mom wasn’t a happy camper. “Tim, are you sure about what the police want?”
I went and got the warrant which Benny forgot, and gave it to her. Nothing more was said. On the drive to the hospital, I heard a few sniffles. Arriving, we were met by Ann Marie’s doctor. He was a pleasant man, smiling at Mom, “Mrs. Walkins, it’s nice to see you again.”
“How’s Ann Marie?”
“She is fine.”
“May I see her?”
“Mrs. Walkins, after your last meeting, Ann Marie suffered a small setback. After you have been with us for a few weeks, I’ll try and get you a supervised meeting. If that goes well, then you can see her more frequently, as your husband does.”
“Mom, I’ll pick you up for lunch. Focus on the day when you will see Ann Marie and this nightmare is over.”
I drove to work. At lunchtime, I went and picked up Mom. You could tell she wasn’t a happy camper. I knew, in time, she would realize what I did was for her best. I stopped at a local cafe for lunch. Mom didn’t eat very much, and she was very quiet. After lunch, I drove her home then I went back to work.
I brought Stephen up to date as we walked home. “We have company.” There was Dad’s car.
“He must have taken off work.”
Walking into the house, I smelled coffee, and Mom was cooking, and I remembered those smells from my school days. Mom is a good cook, nothing fancy, just good-tasting home-cooked meals.
“It smells good, Mom. It reminds me of those days when I would come home from school, and you would be cooking something for dinner. Where’s Dad?”
“He’s checking out the basement.”
“We’ll be down as soon as we change out of these suits. Then I can help you with dinner.”
“I was going to ask you how the meeting went with your mom at the hospital, but it seems it helped.”
“She wasn’t in a good mood at lunch today. Not sure how her session went. We’ll give it a few weeks.”
“I wonder if anything happened at home before your dad drove up?”
“He’s in the basement. Did you leave those printouts where he could find them?”
“I didn’t hide them. I left them on my desk.”
“If Dad reads them, he will come to the same conclusion we did.”
“That might not be a bad thing. He’ll realize why the police came and why they wanted to put your mom in a psycho ward.”
“Let’s go and see what happens.” I went to the kitchen, and Stephen headed to the basement,
“Mom, anything I can do?” I fixed a cup of coffee.
“You can fix a salad.”
I started to do that, “Your dad said the police were upset that I wasn’t home. Why are they after me?”
I found it hard to believe that Mom hadn’t realized the danger she was in. “Mom, they believe that you know the names of the boys that molested Ann Marie, and they are afraid you will tell the police.”
“How did they come to that conclusion?”
“Stephen and I had reviewed the papers and searched for the most active boys in Ann Marie’s classes when she was in high school. We have identified three boys who we think are the ones who molested Ann Marie. Someone has realized what we have done. Who do you know in the library?”
“No one. I have never been in the library.”
“I’ll get Dad and Stephen. Dinner is ready.”
Walking into the basement, “So we figured that the boys who molested Ann Marie had to be popular. When she was a senior, we checked each boy in her yearbook, then checked the newspapers to identify possible groups. We decided that the top three basketball stars were the boys.
“And this doctor Mom was seeing was one of the boys?”
“Yes, didn’t you say he signed the commitment order?”
“Yes, the order the police had was signed by Doctor B. Stevens.”
“If you can put your discussions on hold, dinner is ready.”
Stephen went to grab me. I ran up the steps with him behind me, and he was close enough to pinch me on my ass. I’ll get even tonight in bed.
Dinner was okay, but it wasn’t the same as our dinners when I was home. The food was good, but there were no conversations. When I was home, before moving away, our talking was a part of dinner. We caught up with each other, what happened in our day, what questions we had, and subjects that started with ‘what do you think about.’ Dinner wasn’t only for eating, but it was also for bonding.
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