Personal Possessions by Tracy Lee Page B

you want me to put the call through?” Lana asked,
voice shaky, as though I was going to demand the death penalty if
she asked me again.
    “Do this, keep her on hold
for thirty seconds, and then put that bitch through to
me.”
    Lana, knew not to respond
to that, I just heard the click of the phone as she disconnected
the call. Reigning in my temper and taking some deep breaths, I had
to keep calm. Just because she caught me off guard didn’t mean that
I wasn’t going to maintain composure.
    This was me. Trevor
McHale- Mr. Composure himself.
    The phone started up
again. I let it buzz a couple of times, as I continued breathing to
calm down. I didn’t want to threaten her with death right away, I
was curious to find out why she was calling me. But I had a feeling
that was a battle I was not going to win easily, because as I
pulled in each slow breath, my temper continued rising.
    I sat down at my desk, and
picked up the phone. This was not going to be a joyous phone
call.
    “This is Tre-,” I barely
got my name of out my mouth.
    “Trevor McHale. I know who
you are,” She said in a confident intense voice.
    “Well, well if this isn’t
a blast from my past,” I retorted. I was in the mood to play a
game, but the problem was, she had no idea who she was up against.
I was the player who wrote the player’s manual.
    “We need to meet,” She
demanded.
    “And why is that?” I
wanted her to think she was in charge of this conversation, so that
I could get what I needed out of her. Information. If I disagreed,
that would begin a war. A war that right now, I needed to be fully
stocked with ammunition before going out on the battle
field.
    “I think I’ve seen enough
of you in my life. Honestly, I really don’t think, for your sake,
that it’s a good idea to meet with me,” I countered honestly back
to her, and meant every word. I had never hit a woman before, but I
would make an exception for this bitch.
    “I wasn’t the one who sent
the pictures,” This statement made my mind go blank. I had been led
to believe for the past fifteen years that those pictures were made
to be a flawless set up for me, by her. Obviously it worked, since
Bear is now married to the woman who should have been my
wife.
    “I’m listening,” I said
hoping that she would just come out and want to clear her
conscience.
    “No, uh huh. I’m an
attorney, Mr. McHale, I’m not one to fall for bullshit and you’re
not going to demand shit from me over the phone. You want
information on what happened and what’s still happening, we will
meet, face to face. Unlike you, I didn’t move far from the nest.
I’m here in Atlanta, so, I’m letting you know what I have the ball
is now in your court. I have your email address. I will email you
my contact information. If and when you are ever in Atlanta, look
me up and we can sit and chat… about old times.”
    I sat down in my chair,
and ran my hand briskly over my face. I did not want to stay longer
than I needed to in Atlanta, at least I wasn’t going to Richland.
So, I made a decision.
    “Well, Counselor Edwards,
it looks like it’s your lucky day. I’m going to be flying into
Atlanta airport tomorrow morning,” I said with a fake smile on my
face, and contempt lacing my voice.
    “Oh no, Mr. McHale, you’re
wrong about that. It looks like it’s your lucky day. I expect to hear
from you as soon as you land.”
    Her threats were nothing
to me, when I got her face to face and found out what I was dealing
with, she’d be eating her shit out of her own
hand.
    “We meet where I say, you
got it?”
    “Talk to you tomorrow,
McHale.” She concluded, followed with the click of the phone.
Immediately, I hung up the phone and picked it right back
up.
    Looking at my watch it was
ten after one. “Shit,” I snapped. I was late for my meeting with
Sam. Snatching my jacket off the back of my chair, and walking past
Lana and Sara they both were staring intently at the computer
screen. As I