Some spirits can't be tamed, others freely go unnamed.
Goodnight," I made for my car door.
"It's about Jessica!" she cried.
"What about her?" I kept my voice empty of any emotion.
"She's eighteen now-"
"I'm aware, I know how many years it's been since I last saw her. Judge Dick as very clear on that matter."
"Judge Dick is not part of my life anymore other than him being the father of my sons."
"Oh he got to stay in your life because of his kids? Must be nice when you're actually given that courtesy, you know, to be in the life of your child."
That struck a nerve with her. I could see it on her face from my driver side door mirror. "Jack, please, let's not be waspish," she pleaded.
I had more than enough reason to be so waspish she would have felt like she was stuck in a hornet's nest! But all I wanted to do was get away from her at this point. "Go home Vanessa. I don't want to talk to you." And ignoring her protests I got in my car and drove home.
Home was a small apartment in downtown Fort Wayne. Not much bigger than the dump back in the Lower East Side really, but at least I had the place to myself. I locked my door, bolted it, then bolted the top and bottom corners off the door too. Years of living in New York City made me security conscious in a way that never wore off. I didn't even turn on the light, I just went to my bedroom and fell face down. I was asleep in moments.
My alarm went off the next morning. I stopped it and stood up. 10AM. I'd slept like a stone. In my shit brown uniform too. Lovely. I stripped off the uniform and tossed it into the dirty laundry, threw on shorts and a T-shirt, then planted my ass in my favorite chair with some Pop-Tarts and flipped on the TV.
As I watched the end of some stupid morning talk show, I couldn't help but wonder about Vanessa. Now living here? With my daughter whom I hadn't seen since she was a first grader? Vanessa had had two more kids and divorced Judge Dick? What was going on and why the fuck did she have to happen upon me?
There was a knocking my door. I growled. My neighbor below was a retired old bitch named Molly Henderson, who's soul mission in her retirement was to complain about her neighbors both above and below. She filed two complaints in my first month here just because I watched TV past 11PM. I was in no mood for the old cunt today and if she had decided to haul her ass up here, she was going to get thrown down the stairs. Or out the window.
I got up, walked to the door, filled my lungs with air so I could yell at Molly, and wrenched the door open.
I stared dumbly at her, then managed to recover. "You're approaching stalker like behavior now," I growled.
She only smiled. Today she was wearing tan colored pants and a red blouse, both of which emphasized her lovely body. "I called your work. Told them I was the mother of your daughter. Your boss gave me your address without much effort after that."
Great! So now tomorrow when I went to work, they'd all be asking me about her! Exactly what I wanted to avoid! I slammed the door in her smiling face.
"Jack come on!" she protested knocking loudly.
"Go away or I'll call the cops."
"Jack we both know that's bullshit, you wouldn't call a cop if you were at gunpoint!"
That was true. No ex-con would willingly call the cops. I was no exception. I sighed and opened the door. "I knew you enough to know when you won't let something go," I said to her. "So you can come in. Only on the condition that whatever reason you're here, we work it out."
She came in without a word and then turned to face me as she stood smack dab in the living room. I walked back to my chair and sat in it. "Go on Vanessa. You have to lead."
"Jessica started asking about you several years ago," she said. "She wanted to reach out but Richard wouldn't allow it. Judge Dick was her father, as far as he was concerned. And there was no room for you."
"He said as much to me the day he promised to bury me if I didn't go away."
"I'm sorry," she looked like she truly meant it.
"Why'd you divorce him?"
"He cheated on me.