him, he raised the phone to his ear and waited, praying silently that she wouldn’t be home.
“Hello?" a voice answered.
No such luck, of course…. he thought miserably. “Well, hello there, beautiful!" he answered, amazed himself that he had actually sounded sincere.
“Hi…” the voice replied cautiously, before asking, “Who is this?”
“Shene…I mean, Carrie, it’s me, Raidon Bishop! Listen, sis was just telling me you might be free tomorrow evening. How about dinner or…something. Are you free?” Holding the phone several inches away from his ear at her squeals of excitement, he said loudly, “I’ll take that as a yes! Listen, I’ll call you later to set things up, I’ve got to run for now. Bye!"
Flipping the phone shut, he glared at his sister. “There now, are you happy? And you know there’s no way I can back out of it, because you would hear about it from her. Just try to not feel too guilty when someone discovers my raped and battered body in her cellar, chained to a wall. With a pink collar around my neck, to boot, with the word BITCH spelled out in rhinestones.”
“Just be nice. Well, come on, since you’re paying, we‘re going to Red Lobster!” she snickered.
Chapter 9
Jocelyn took several deep breaths as she stood nervously outside the private room Granger had arranged for her daughter to be transferred to. She was grateful Cynne’ had managed to convince Cassandra to allow her to visit, but she still refused to see or even speak to Granger.
Clutching the bag full of items she had purchased for her daughter in the gift shop, she opened the door and stepped inside, praying silently . Please, let me reach my child. Please help her to remember me . As the door shut behind her, she covered her mouth with her free hand to cover her joyous sob. Sitting on the bed was her daughter, sipping on a soda as a nurse checked her vitals.
Cassandra looked at the woman, then titled her head, studying her. Something was pulling at her from deep within, something telling her she should know the woman. Perhaps it was because she and the woman had similar features, the same color eyes, and build.
Sitting on the other side of the bed Cynne’ smiled, hoping to ease Jocelyn’s nervousness, and motioned for her to come closer. She waited until the nurse had left the room, then gently touched her friend’s shoulder, hoping to give her some encouragement and support. “Ka…. Cassandra, this is your mother, Jocelyn Ames.” she said in a soft voice.
Still uncomfortable being addressed as Cassandra, she remained silent, unable to deny the proof Doctor Bishop had provided her with, proof that confirmed this stranger was indeed her biological mother. What do I say to this woman? She wondered. Looking away awkwardly, she placed her drink on the bedside table and sat back against the pillows.
Oh Lord I want to hold her in my arms and tell her how much she means to me! I want to grab my baby and never let go again.. Jocelyn thought, but wisely heeded Cynne‘s advice about not spooking or upsetting her daughter so soon. “I uhhh…picked up a few things for you, since you’ll be here for a few more days.” she said, doing her best to hide her disappointment at her daughter’s initial reaction to her. “ I got you a night shirt you can wear instead of that dreadful hospital gown, and some socks, too. You know how you…well, you used to like to sleep with them, because you hated for your feet to get cold.”
Cassandra watched as her mother pulled out an assortment of toiletries from the bag, and was surprised to see that all the items were brands she liked and used on a routine basis. She had even bought her new underwear. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought that this was what she had wished many times, having a mother who fussed over her. Someone she could spend
“Hello?" a voice answered.
No such luck, of course…. he thought miserably. “Well, hello there, beautiful!" he answered, amazed himself that he had actually sounded sincere.
“Hi…” the voice replied cautiously, before asking, “Who is this?”
“Shene…I mean, Carrie, it’s me, Raidon Bishop! Listen, sis was just telling me you might be free tomorrow evening. How about dinner or…something. Are you free?” Holding the phone several inches away from his ear at her squeals of excitement, he said loudly, “I’ll take that as a yes! Listen, I’ll call you later to set things up, I’ve got to run for now. Bye!"
Flipping the phone shut, he glared at his sister. “There now, are you happy? And you know there’s no way I can back out of it, because you would hear about it from her. Just try to not feel too guilty when someone discovers my raped and battered body in her cellar, chained to a wall. With a pink collar around my neck, to boot, with the word BITCH spelled out in rhinestones.”
“Just be nice. Well, come on, since you’re paying, we‘re going to Red Lobster!” she snickered.
Chapter 9
Jocelyn took several deep breaths as she stood nervously outside the private room Granger had arranged for her daughter to be transferred to. She was grateful Cynne’ had managed to convince Cassandra to allow her to visit, but she still refused to see or even speak to Granger.
Clutching the bag full of items she had purchased for her daughter in the gift shop, she opened the door and stepped inside, praying silently . Please, let me reach my child. Please help her to remember me . As the door shut behind her, she covered her mouth with her free hand to cover her joyous sob. Sitting on the bed was her daughter, sipping on a soda as a nurse checked her vitals.
Cassandra looked at the woman, then titled her head, studying her. Something was pulling at her from deep within, something telling her she should know the woman. Perhaps it was because she and the woman had similar features, the same color eyes, and build.
Sitting on the other side of the bed Cynne’ smiled, hoping to ease Jocelyn’s nervousness, and motioned for her to come closer. She waited until the nurse had left the room, then gently touched her friend’s shoulder, hoping to give her some encouragement and support. “Ka…. Cassandra, this is your mother, Jocelyn Ames.” she said in a soft voice.
Still uncomfortable being addressed as Cassandra, she remained silent, unable to deny the proof Doctor Bishop had provided her with, proof that confirmed this stranger was indeed her biological mother. What do I say to this woman? She wondered. Looking away awkwardly, she placed her drink on the bedside table and sat back against the pillows.
Oh Lord I want to hold her in my arms and tell her how much she means to me! I want to grab my baby and never let go again.. Jocelyn thought, but wisely heeded Cynne‘s advice about not spooking or upsetting her daughter so soon. “I uhhh…picked up a few things for you, since you’ll be here for a few more days.” she said, doing her best to hide her disappointment at her daughter’s initial reaction to her. “ I got you a night shirt you can wear instead of that dreadful hospital gown, and some socks, too. You know how you…well, you used to like to sleep with them, because you hated for your feet to get cold.”
Cassandra watched as her mother pulled out an assortment of toiletries from the bag, and was surprised to see that all the items were brands she liked and used on a routine basis. She had even bought her new underwear. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought that this was what she had wished many times, having a mother who fussed over her. Someone she could spend
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