New York, USA
-So, I´ve heard you issued a writ of possesison against The Seven Priests´ belongings, didn´t you?-Marylin inflicted the comment on him so quick that he hadn´t the time for having second thoughts.
-So I did-The prosecuter stared at her thinking what next this clever Venus would say.
No word flew in between for a minute. Feeling comfy wasn´t the idea Tom Wellis had expected from this encounter; however, The Seven Priests´ case wasn´t either. He knew Marylin was such a sly journalist which had earned her more than a Pulitzer Prize. CNN had recruited her since long; since the very moment she questioned congresist Edward McMillan on the political impliccation a military invasion would have on the already weary decieved people. By then, congresist´s answer wasn´t that smart, his voice growing halting as he gathered thoughts on what to say. Marylin cut off any chance of good thinking by firing off another questions. Edward McMillan was taken aback and didn´t know what to answer afterward.
Tom would have to take care on this. Her skills could work out on him, even more efficient as both knew each other pretty well. Sex, love and job can mix badly sometimes.
-I guess you couldn´t summon me for another reason, could you? Otherwise, it wouldn´t be you at all-Tom said in an intent to wriggle out of the subject. Besides, that is what Marylin would do; always asking the unexpected.
-Don´t get me wrong, Tommy! I´m just trying to strike up a conversation with you. And what else could I take advantage on but this?-She smiled shortly. Her gesture was deliberate , with such a delightful charisma he couldn´t but returned the smile.
-I can´t deny what the press has already published, Mary. It´s the hell out there when it comes to you, guys. There´s nothing the press doesn´t sniff on. It´s almost an illness. A syndrome. A psychosis The Seven Priests´ case is just another doll you would like to play with. Congress should be making laws on the press transgression. I mean, even tougher.
-That´s kind of rude, Tommy!-Marylin finished her wine, took a glance round and put her hands on top of Tom´s. She grabbed his sight by leaning forward, her breasts about to show out.
-Would your wife´s disappearence be a less awkward subject?-The glowing in her eyes augmented. Her hair brushed the plate slightly.
Tom didn´t expect this move. Marylin had been out of his life for twenty-five years. There´s no way she could have met her wife. Not even talked his wife about Marylin as his college girlfriend. The breaking-off between Tom and Marylin had been so unquestionable and definitive, they didn´t even see each other ever since. Tom wriggled back in his seat, feeling his ears kind of fiery.
-What about my wife?-he asked hesitantly.
-No worries. I´m not going to publish on that. It´s quite private I couldn´t even think of doing it. I just want to know. Tom, you and I had something really good and pleasant, time ago. And, even when nothing left to be said, I kept the nicest stuff we had, making me care of you in any meaning-. Marylin lit a cigarette and out it to her mouth.The smoke started pouring slowly out of it, getting both of them shrouded in suspense.
-I knew she disapeared as the news were all over the front page of every single fucking newspaper of this country, my dear and distrustful lover-She added growing mad as he kept staring in shock.
Kathryn Wellis was a lovely wife who spent most of her time raising charity funds for cancer research. Encomppasing her life with peadiathric hospital needs, Kathryn pushed herself into those of children´s bearing cancer. She used to organizing games, birthday parties, excursions, and every single thing that would have made children a little bit happier. Tom had approved and supported her excitement ever since. Besides, that would have, as indeed it did, positive repercusions on his attempt to get promoted to federal prosecuter.
Kathryn radiated such a glowing personality that made social relationships just as simple as everybody got really engaged with her. She managed pretty well to endear herself to people. No one doubted her company and affection worthed take part on whatever she would be trying to do. However, behind that remarkable personality, a so-anxious woman cried out deep inside for the most beautiful thing life could bring to her: a child. The Wellis had been trying to have kids for almost four years of high budgets spent on medical treatments, incontrollable despair, insatisfactions, and all of them just as hidden as the feeling they didn´t even talk about to each other.
-That was time ago. No point to bring it back, don´t you think?-Tom´s voice seemed to escape away. He hadn´t talked to about Kathryn but himself for the last twenty-two years. Her relatives seemed negletful of the fact she could even be dead. Kathryn´s mother made a couple of phone calls later the month her daughter dissapeared, and that was all he got from her family. An impenetrable wall of silence no one could go through ever since.
-Why you care, any way?-Tom shot back a glare that could drill an iron plaque.
Marylin grew glassy-eyed at him. Compassion didn´t worth be taken into account. Relentlessly, she took his hands and thrusting her nails in a slight way into the skin, said:
-Sex and company for years normally drag people into mutual caring; so, add a little love to that, and you´ll get something as much alike as frindship. So, please, give me some credit here. Might be that crazy that I feel worried about you...I know it´s been a while since we got apart...
-Like twenty-five years, could be said!-Tom interrupted, now feeling anxious about where this conversation would take them.
-Yeah, that´s right! Yet, I feel affection for you, Tommy. Don´t discard that, would you!-The glassy-eyed face turned beguiling. Tom knew that face quite well. That meant she want to be with him, helping him as far as she could. Although late as hell. He didn´t buy it.
-Mary, I just want to forget, OK? I´ve been trying to bury all that shit deep in ground. All the hell I lived afterward, I don´t want to bring them back.
-Did you have any kids?-Marylin leaned back on her seat. She motioned the waitress to fill her glass with red wine.
Tom dithered for a while over whether to answer that or not. He let go her hands politely, keeping certain the answer would bring back unpleasant feeling.
-Actually, no, we didn´t have any kids
-The question made you uncomfortable, Tommy. Want to talk about it?
-For Christ´s sake, Mary! Wouldn´t it be rush of you to make me that question by any case?-He sprang the words on her angrily.
-She was pregnant by the time she got lost, didn´t she?-Marylin shot back. She knew what his face would look like then. Horror and insecurity erupted instantly through Tom´s face. He dreaded to think how might she have known about that.
The day before Kathryn dissapeared, she told Tom about her suspicions of pregnancy. Her period was three weeks late. They agreed she should go to see her doctor and confirm her pregnancy. There was no time to loose. Tom couldn´t go with her as he would preside over a court process that morning. Kathryn left the apartment by 8:30 am, kissing his cheek and, with an unexpected sad voice, said simply, she would care of them. Tom never understood what she meant by them.
-So, the treatment worked, apparently!-Marylin thought aloud, making funny noise by sipping some wine.-Do you see what it implies, Tom? You could have a kid somewhere, right now.
Tom downed his wine in one gulp. Nobody had put it that way before. He only had one thing to answer, no matter how painful and ludicrous it would be.
-I´m completly sterile, dried out, no chance that kid would be mine!
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