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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
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13
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18
A/N Things are taking a little longer because I have got to figure out what to do with not one but two new Grissom relatives….
Who loves you baby? MsGrits that’s who.
Chapter 18
“I don’t know what to say to you, Gil.”
“Say whatever it is you came to say, Dad.” He didn’t know why he insisted on calling Winston Grissom that. Matthew had more right to attach a paternal name to the drawn man that sat before Gil at the small coffee shop that he and Sara frequented.
“You have grown into a mighty fine man.” Gil recalled that his father grew up in Alabama thus the words “mighty” and “fine” strung together to form a phrase.
Gil watched his eyes for some sign of deception.
“Matty won’t talk to me.”
“Can’t say as I blame him.”
“Your wife made you talk to me?”
Gil nodded. “She thought it would be a good idea. Wanted me to deal with my loose ends, I suppose.”
“How long have you been together?”
“We have been friends for a long time.”
Gil watched his father’s nervous wrinkled hands.
“That was classic evasion.”
Gil let out a long sigh looked into his father’s cloudy irises. “We have only been together a short time.”
“So you aren’t married?”
“Not yet.”
“But it feels like you are?”
“Yes.”
“It’s good to find someone that makes all that seem possible and plausible.”
“You found at least two women that thought it was possible with you.” Gil did not say it as an attack but more as a more a statement of fact, like the sky is blue on a clear day or the gray when not.
His father nodded a little. He had expected to find his oldest son bitterer, angrier. He had not been much of a father to his Matthew, but he grown up having some interaction with the mathematician.
“Why did it take you so long to make up your mind with her?”
“I didn’t know if I could do it. If my genes would allow me to be what she needed me to be.”
“Because of me?”
Gil nodded again.
“What changed your mind?”
“I realized that I wasn’t anything else that you were. Why would a life with Sara be any different? Matty told me that we weren’t you. He was right.”
Continuing on with the interrogation, Winston Grissom asked another question. “You and Matty get along?”
“Extremely well.”
“That’s good for you two to have one another.”
Gil noticed that his father was receiving more information than he was giving.
“Where have you been Dad? What have you been doing?”
“Importing from Asia.”
“That’s vague.”
“Best that I be that way.”
His father gave a long sigh. “I might have a daughter in China.”
“What is her name?”
“Her mother’s name is Ling Choo. She lives in Peking.”
“How old is she?”
“Late twenties.”
“Do you know how to get in touch with her?”
Eldest Grissom took out a pen and scribbled on a napkin. “That’s the last known address. My daughter, if there is one, is probably named Tiffany.”
Gil pocketed the white square. He wondered if Matty knew about the probable sister. He had never said anything.
“Why don’t you know if you have a daughter or not?”
Winston Grissom waved a hand and shrugged. “My life was very complicated.”
“Where do you live now, Dad?”
“New York. I am still valuable resource for some people, so I do okay.”
Gil thought of all long hours that he worked just to put himself to school. His daughter would never have to do that. She would have the opportunity to only concentrate on school and nothing else. If she wanted off a year or two years or three and just travel from one end of the earth to the other, she would be able to that.
“What’s your….wife’s name?”
“Sara.”
“She’s younger than you?”
“Fifteen years.”
“How did you meet?”
“At a seminar.”
“Is she a scientific person like you and Matty?”
“She is.”
“What does Matty’s wife do?”
“She works for me.”
“What is her name?”
“Sofia.”
“What about Sara?”
“Same until next week.”
“What happens next week?”
“My resignation is effective.”
“Then what?”
He shrugged. “Stay home with my daughter. Do some contract work. Enjoy my new life.’
“Sara’s pregnant?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you let me see my granddaughter?”
“I’ll talk to Sara.”
“Thank you. Gil, I am not the same person that I used to be. I am an old man that has done some terrible things and I want to make it up to you and your daughter if you let me.”
Gil nodded without speaking turning over the possibilities in his mind.
~~~~~~~
Gil sat on the edge of bed and looked at Sara. She was sleeping, breathing evenly. He stroked her hair lightly careful not wake her. She and the baby needed their rest. She moved a little and said something.
He withdrew his hand. She pulled it back towards her. “That was nice. How did it go?”
“Can we talk about this in the morning?”
“Sure, baby.”
“I hope she looks like you.”
She yawned. “Skinny, big tooth Amazon. That will certainly be good for her self esteem.”
“Women do such a poor job of describing themselves. You are willowy, with long legs and full mouth.”
“Love is blind.” Sara kissed his hand.
“Are you going to marry me?” Gil blurted.
“Now?”
“Ever.”
Sara looked at him. “Is this about your father?”
“I am sure it is.”
“I just woke up, Gris. My heart says lets go now, but my head is screaming no. Can we talk about that tomorrow?”
He nodded and positioned himself beside her. “We have a lot to talk about, huh?”
“We have all the time in the world.”
“You want me to tell you about my maybe sister now or later?”
Who loves you baby? MsGrits that’s who.
Chapter 18
“I don’t know what to say to you, Gil.”
“Say whatever it is you came to say, Dad.” He didn’t know why he insisted on calling Winston Grissom that. Matthew had more right to attach a paternal name to the drawn man that sat before Gil at the small coffee shop that he and Sara frequented.
“You have grown into a mighty fine man.” Gil recalled that his father grew up in Alabama thus the words “mighty” and “fine” strung together to form a phrase.
Gil watched his eyes for some sign of deception.
“Matty won’t talk to me.”
“Can’t say as I blame him.”
“Your wife made you talk to me?”
Gil nodded. “She thought it would be a good idea. Wanted me to deal with my loose ends, I suppose.”
“How long have you been together?”
“We have been friends for a long time.”
Gil watched his father’s nervous wrinkled hands.
“That was classic evasion.”
Gil let out a long sigh looked into his father’s cloudy irises. “We have only been together a short time.”
“So you aren’t married?”
“Not yet.”
“But it feels like you are?”
“Yes.”
“It’s good to find someone that makes all that seem possible and plausible.”
“You found at least two women that thought it was possible with you.” Gil did not say it as an attack but more as a more a statement of fact, like the sky is blue on a clear day or the gray when not.
His father nodded a little. He had expected to find his oldest son bitterer, angrier. He had not been much of a father to his Matthew, but he grown up having some interaction with the mathematician.
“Why did it take you so long to make up your mind with her?”
“I didn’t know if I could do it. If my genes would allow me to be what she needed me to be.”
“Because of me?”
Gil nodded again.
“What changed your mind?”
“I realized that I wasn’t anything else that you were. Why would a life with Sara be any different? Matty told me that we weren’t you. He was right.”
Continuing on with the interrogation, Winston Grissom asked another question. “You and Matty get along?”
“Extremely well.”
“That’s good for you two to have one another.”
Gil noticed that his father was receiving more information than he was giving.
“Where have you been Dad? What have you been doing?”
“Importing from Asia.”
“That’s vague.”
“Best that I be that way.”
His father gave a long sigh. “I might have a daughter in China.”
“What is her name?”
“Her mother’s name is Ling Choo. She lives in Peking.”
“How old is she?”
“Late twenties.”
“Do you know how to get in touch with her?”
Eldest Grissom took out a pen and scribbled on a napkin. “That’s the last known address. My daughter, if there is one, is probably named Tiffany.”
Gil pocketed the white square. He wondered if Matty knew about the probable sister. He had never said anything.
“Why don’t you know if you have a daughter or not?”
Winston Grissom waved a hand and shrugged. “My life was very complicated.”
“Where do you live now, Dad?”
“New York. I am still valuable resource for some people, so I do okay.”
Gil thought of all long hours that he worked just to put himself to school. His daughter would never have to do that. She would have the opportunity to only concentrate on school and nothing else. If she wanted off a year or two years or three and just travel from one end of the earth to the other, she would be able to that.
“What’s your….wife’s name?”
“Sara.”
“She’s younger than you?”
“Fifteen years.”
“How did you meet?”
“At a seminar.”
“Is she a scientific person like you and Matty?”
“She is.”
“What does Matty’s wife do?”
“She works for me.”
“What is her name?”
“Sofia.”
“What about Sara?”
“Same until next week.”
“What happens next week?”
“My resignation is effective.”
“Then what?”
He shrugged. “Stay home with my daughter. Do some contract work. Enjoy my new life.’
“Sara’s pregnant?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you let me see my granddaughter?”
“I’ll talk to Sara.”
“Thank you. Gil, I am not the same person that I used to be. I am an old man that has done some terrible things and I want to make it up to you and your daughter if you let me.”
Gil nodded without speaking turning over the possibilities in his mind.
~~~~~~~
Gil sat on the edge of bed and looked at Sara. She was sleeping, breathing evenly. He stroked her hair lightly careful not wake her. She and the baby needed their rest. She moved a little and said something.
He withdrew his hand. She pulled it back towards her. “That was nice. How did it go?”
“Can we talk about this in the morning?”
“Sure, baby.”
“I hope she looks like you.”
She yawned. “Skinny, big tooth Amazon. That will certainly be good for her self esteem.”
“Women do such a poor job of describing themselves. You are willowy, with long legs and full mouth.”
“Love is blind.” Sara kissed his hand.
“Are you going to marry me?” Gil blurted.
“Now?”
“Ever.”
Sara looked at him. “Is this about your father?”
“I am sure it is.”
“I just woke up, Gris. My heart says lets go now, but my head is screaming no. Can we talk about that tomorrow?”
He nodded and positioned himself beside her. “We have a lot to talk about, huh?”
“We have all the time in the world.”
“You want me to tell you about my maybe sister now or later?”