Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 10:12:24 +0200
From: sanansaattaja2003@yahoo.com
Subject: Sam, chapter 8

This is a story about gay love, so if reading such things is offensive to
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Sam, chapter 8

Lee lay awake a long time that night, thinking and worrying about Jay,
mostly, but also reliving the visit they all had had over at the
McMillans. That was the first he had seen Jay's mother and sister. The
minute he saw Irene Evans, he could tell she had to be Jay's mother because
Jay looked so much like her. But he could see very little resemblance to
Jay in his sister Jenna. Even though she was four years younger, she was
already at least as tall as Jay, and she had beautiful, thick, wavy auburn
hair and big green eyes. She was certainly a striking looking girl. Lee
assumed that neither of them knew about his and Jay's relationship, but he
found Jenna looking at him a lot. More than once he would catch her staring
at him, but whenever he caught her eye she would quickly look away. He
didn't know, of course, that Jay had already confided in her about his love
for Lee, hence her keen interest in him.

That had been a very emotional time for all of them in Mack and Sharon's
living room, munching on popcorn and drinking tea or coke, and talking
about Jay and the events of the evening that had had such an impact on them
all. Naturally, there had been some speculation about what might have
triggered Gene's sudden outbreak of violence toward Jay, but it remained an
as yet unsolved mystery. Lee had noticed how Jay's mother seemed to draw
closer and closer to Sharon and even to his own mother, little by little
opening herself to them, letting down her guard and letting them in, as it
were. He felt happy that their families were being drawn together that way,
even if it was such an unhappy event that had thrown them together that
night. Maybe with time, through his and Jay's and Sam's friendship and
love, their families would eventually have come together, but the process
had been greatly accelerated by Jay's being hurt. Lee's mother and Sam's
parents had been `good neighbors', having lived next door to each other for
several years, and were casual friends, but this event seemed to be
bringing even their friendship to a new level somehow.

Lee was certainly not the only one that had a hard time getting to sleep
that night, following the traumatic events of the evening, but it was worst
of all for Irene. She didn't get to sleep at all. Perhaps no one among them
had more to think about than she did, either. She didn't know what
direction her marriage with Gene would take after that fateful day, but in
any case she couldn't see how it could possibly continue exactly as
before. She had always been at least half afraid of him; not because he had
been physically mean to her, or violent, but she had always sensed the
potential for violence just under the surface, and he had abused both her
and the children relentlessly and mercilessly with his cruel tongue. Almost
as soon as she had married him, she had woken up to the fact that he was
extremely self-centered and hell-bound to have his own way. He couldn't
tolerate even a hint of opposition to what he proposed or suggested or
demanded. And if he made up his mind about something, or made some
decision, that was the last word on the matter. She had always given in,
had never questioned his word, and had never stood up to him. She was
afraid to do otherwise, clear and simple. But she knew very well that he
didn't respect her for it either. In fact, she doubted if he had any
respect for her at all. And she doubted if he truly loved her. He seemed
incapable of loving anyone, really. He had never shown love to the children
either. They had instinctively followed her example in always appeasing
him, bowing to his every wish and demand, tip-toeing around him to avoid
rousing his displeasure in any way. And somehow, up until today, they had
managed to keep from angering him to the point of physical violence. But
something had apparently happened that day that had finally been the last
straw. Irene didn't know what it was. She had wracked her brain ever since
it happened trying to figure out what it might have been that had enraged
Gene to the point of physically attacking Jay, but still she had no idea.

Irene loved her children. They were her life. She certainly had no
happiness in her marriage. It was a loveless, joyless coexistence, nothing
more, and she had never seen any remedy for it, nor any way out. But her
children were everything to her. And she was extremely proud of them —
proud of their intelligence, of their sweetness and goodness, of their
exemplary behavior, even of their appearance. She had regretted over and
over that she always let herself be so cowed and passive in the face of
Gene's tyranny that she had failed to nurture them as she knew she should
have and as she wanted to. Gene was always so quick to accuse her of
pampering and coddling them, of over-indulging them, if he felt she was
paying them too much attention. And if he refused to give her the money to
buy them what they needed sometimes, for example, then they had gone
without it. She had never fought him over it.

But Gene's violence against Jay that evening had been a wake-up call for
her. She would not stand by and let him abuse and hurt her children. She
was firmly resolved on that score and determined to stand her ground. She
had been horrified, at first, at the hospital when Dr. Jordan had told her
there would be an investigation and that steps would be taken to make sure
there wasn't a repeat of what had happened. But afterwards, when she
thought about it, she felt relieved by what he had said, and by the
firmness of his resolve in the matter. It reassured her that she would have
powerful allies on her side in her defense of her children. She made up her
mind that if necessary she would even leave Gene and take the children away
from him before she would permit them to be hurt by him again.

Lying there in that strange bed in that strange house, unexpectedly a guest
of those up-till-now unknown but wonderful people who had rallied to the
aid of her boy and of herself and Jenna so unselfishly and unreservedly and
compassionately, wide awake in the dark of night, Irene examined herself
and her life in a way that she never had before, reassessing her life and
her goals. And she felt almost reborn. She could scarcely recognize the new
Irene that she saw emerging, the more determined Irene, firmly resolved to
exert herself and to fight for the well-being and safety of her beautiful
children. Gene had always called her mousy, and she had soon come to see
herself as mousy as well. She had lost the greater part of her self respect
in her years of unquestioning subjection to her unreasonable and
overly-domineering husband, and she had hardly any self-identity
remaining. But no longer. The mouse was dead, and a lioness was emerging
who vowed to stand her ground, letting nothing harm her young. As far as
she was concerned, Gene could go to hell if he was unwilling to accept this
new reality. He would forfeit his right to be the father of her children if
he so much as raised his finger again to harm them.

After the children had gone to bed that night, around ten thirty, she and
Sharon and Mack and Marjorie had remained talking for another hour or so,
and she knew that she had found some true friends whom she could always
turn to and count on.

		* * *

The next morning after breakfast at the McMillans, Irene was anxious to go
home for a bit before going up to the hospital to see Jay at ten. She was
very nervous about Gene, wondering if he might have come home yet, and
fretting about what shape she might find him in. Would he have calmed down?
Would his rage — whatever had set it off — have dissipated? Surely he
wouldn't still be as berserk as he was when he had beaten Jay and then
stormed out of the house and driven away? She steeled herself inwardly as
much as she could for whatever she might find at home, and she was almost
surprised that the resolve she had formed in the dark hours of the night
was still strong and unwavering. She knew she would need it. Regardless of
what frame of mind Gene might be in, she would face up to him and stand her
ground. There would be some very major changes taking place in their family
and household. She would not stand for his tyranny any longer. Her pitiful
marriage could well be dead already for all she knew, but in any case, from
now on her precious children would take precedence in her life. She had
sacrificed their needs and well-being far too long already in deference to
Gene's despotic demands, but she would do so no longer.

Mack and Sharon drove Irene and Jenna home at 8:30, as soon as the
breakfast dishes were done, and when they drove up in front of the Evans
house and saw that the garage door was still gaping open and that there was
no sign of the car, they all four looked at each other wordlessly. Irene
didn't protest when Mack and Sharon said they would go with them into the
house and make sure all was well. They had agreed earlier that if they
weren't needed there they would return home and then pick them up an hour
later to take them to the hospital. Lee and Sam had insisted the night
before that Irene and Jenna go see Jay first, at ten, and then Marjorie
would take them to the hospital a bit later in order to spread out the
visits a bit. They thought it best to avoid all trooping in at once. They
didn't want to risk upsetting the hospital staff and neither did they want
to overwhelm poor Jay.

Irene could tell that the house was exactly like she had left it the night
before. No one had been there during the night. So where was Gene, and when
might he come home? She couldn't help the growing sense of unease that was
creeping in on her. Jenna also was uncharacteristically quiet and
restless. Mack and Sharon's hearts went out to these two new friends of
theirs and Sharon said, "Irene, we're free today. Tomorrow too. Well,
goodness, for that matter we're free every day. We're here for you. If you
want us here, we're staying. If you want to come home with us, our house is
yours. If you need a ride anywhere or help with anything, anytime, today,
tomorrow, whenever, let us know. Please! You're not getting rid of us!"

Irene just burst into tears and threw herself into Sharon's arms and the
two women stood like that for several minutes until Irene got a hold of
herself again.

"Thank you, Sharon, Mack," Irene said, finally. "Yesterday, before all this
happened, I would have protested. But I'm not the same woman I was then
either. I need you, I know that. And my children need you. I'm already so
indebted to you that I'll never be able to repay you, but I need you still
and the fact that you're here for me, for my children, means more to me
than you can ever imagine."

Sharon hugged Irene again and Mack said, "Forget any thought of
indebtedness, Irene. That doesn't enter into it at all. You don't owe us
anything. We're all family now, and Sharon was right when she said you're
not getting rid of us. You're stuck with us from now on, like it or not!"

"Mom," Jenna said, "why do we hafta wait till ten to go see Jay? I can't
stand waiting any longer."

"Well..." Irene started to say, when Mack interrupted.

"Yeah, let's go right now. If they let us in then you can see him, and if
not, then we'll just wait there until they do."

So the four of them went back to the car and drove to the hospital,
arriving there just after nine o'clock. They found section C without
difficulty and took the elevator up to fifth floor. They located the
nurses' station and stood waiting while three or four nurses were talking
together, studying some charts. Eventually one of them noticed them and
raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"We'd like to see Jay Evans, ma'am," Irene said. "I'm his mother..."

"Well I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until..." the nurse started to
say, curtly, but another of the nurses interrupted her.

"You're welcome to look in on him, Mrs. Evans. I'll take you right now to
his room." She had a very kind voice and a gentle and grandmotherly manner.

"I'm Mrs. Hellvig," the nurse said to them as they walked down the
hall. "Jay's still sleeping, I'm afraid. I just came on duty at seven, but
the night nurses said he had a very restless night and he was given a mild
sedative two times during the night to help him rest. The last one, a bit
stronger dose, was administered at five this morning and he's been sleeping
soundly ever since. You'll be shocked when you see his face, I'm afraid. It
looks a mess. The swelling is bad and the color is getting worse. I'm
afraid both eyes might be swollen shut for awhile."

By then they were at the door to Jay's room. It was a two-bed room, but the
bed closest to the door was empty and the curtain was drawn between the two
beds so they couldn't see Jay until they were standing at the foot of his
bed. Irene gave a little gasp when she first saw him, his disfigured and
discolored face, and Jenna cried out, "Oh Jay..." and burst into tears,
burying her face in her mother's bosom.

Sharon immediately drew the distraught Jenna into her own arms so that
Irene could be free to give her attention to Jay. Irene was glad Nurse
Hellvig had forewarned her that he would look worse than the night before,
but still it was a shock to see him looking so battered. His disheveled
hair was wet and matted to his head and when Irene laid her hand on his
forehead she gave a start and exclaimed, "Oh my God, he's burning up!"

Nurse Hellvig, who had been standing back a bit, came at once to his
bedside when she heard what Irene had said, and she too felt his
forehead. Wordlessly, she took a thermometer to check his temperature, then
reached under the sheet for his hand and started counting his pulse. "He
has a fever, obviously, and his heart is racing. This has come up very
quickly," she said. "I'll go call a doctor at once. You can wait here until
the doctor comes." And she left the room.

Irene stood by the bed, holding Jay's hand, gazing at his almost
unrecognizable face and crooning to him softly under her breath. Jenna,
still cradled in Sharon's arms, had quit crying and stared wordlessly at
her beloved brother. Mack stood beside them with one hand on his wife's
shoulder.

Very soon, Nurse Hellvig was back with a very young doctor in tow, an
intern actually. "Dr. Everidge" his name tag said. "Would you please step
outside while we check him over," he said, and they left the room. Just a
few steps further down the hall was a little alcove with some easy chairs,
a coffee table and a magazine rack, and they went there and sat down to
wait.

Finally Dr. Everidge came to where they were sitting and introduced himself
and asked, "One of you is Jay's mother?"

"Yes, that's me," Irene replied, standing up.

"Jay has developed pneumonia, I'm afraid. I understand he vomited last
evening while he was unconscious and he must have aspirated a bit of it. We
will have to take him down for chest x-rays. I've already started an I-V
with antibiotics and the nurses are getting him ready to wheel him down to
the x-ray department. You can wait here if you like, but it will maybe take
an hour or so before he is back in his room."

"Thank you, Dr. Everidge. I think maybe we'll leave and return in an hour
or so," Irene said, and Mack and Sharon nodded in agreement.

"I'm quite sure Jay will soon be better," Dr. Everidge assured them. "He
looks terrible, but I don't think his injuries are as severe as the
appearance of his face would make you think. As soon as we can get this
pneumonia cleared up, he'll be out of the woods, like they say." And then
he turned and hurried away down the hall.

"Let's give Sam and Lee a call," Sharon suggested. There's no point in them
coming for an hour yet either.

"You're right, my dear," Mack said, and then added, "as usual!"

Sharon laughed and gave him a smack on the arm as she left to go to the
nurses' station. She had noticed a payphone on the wall near there when
they arrived earlier.

		* * *

During the night the police had managed to follow the `paper trail' and
learned a few things about Eugene Evans, the owner of the car they had
reason to believe had been involved in the hit-and-run, and whom they
presumed to be the unconscious man that had been found in the car. They
learned that he had indeed moved from Alabama to that very city a couple
months earlier and they learned that he was currently living at 2037
Jefferson Street. So two officers were sent to that address in the morning
to see what they could find out about him.

When they got to the Evans home, no one was there. Irene and Jenna were at
the hospital with Jay. When they got no answer at number 2037, the officers
knocked on the door at 2035 and again no one was home. Then they tried
number 2039, and luck was with them. A woman in a bathrobe, with big
plastic curlers in her hair, a cigarette hanging from her mouth and a mug
of coffee in her hand opened the door and said, "Yeah?"

"Excuse me, ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you so early. I'm Officer Ellis and
my partner here is Officer Douglas. We just wanted to inquire about your
next door neighbors in number 2037. Do you know them?"

"Can't say I do," the woman said.

"Would their name happen to be Evans, ma'am?"

"Of course it is! Give me some credit, I know that much.  He's a big brute
of a man, gives me the creeps. He's so unfriendly. And that wife o' his
acts like she's scared o' her own shadow. There's two kids too. Why, what's
he done? Is he in trouble? Can't say I'm surprised, the beast!" She
narrowed her eyes as she spat out that last sentence.

"Have you had trouble with him, Mrs....?"

"Fischer. No. Not me. I keep outa trouble. I keep my nose to home, sir."

"Yeah," Officer Ellis thought to himself, "and you keep your big pointed
nose pressed to the window too, I'll bet. You no doubt know everything that
goes on in the whole block."

Out loud he said, "Have you noticed any unusual happenings next door,
Mrs. Fischer?"

"Have I?" she retorted.

"May we step inside, Mrs. Fischer? It would be most helpful if you could
tell us what you've seen." Officer Ellis said.

Mrs. Fischer stepped aside just far enough for the two men to get through
the door. It was immediately obvious that she didn't spend much time
cleaning house. There was clutter everywhere, boxes piled high in the
corners of the room, and stacks of newspapers and magazines on the chairs
and tables and assorted rubbish lying on the floor. The carpet was so grimy
it was nearly impossible to determine what color it should have been. The
television was running, but the sound was turned down till it was nearly
inaudible. The yipping and yapping of a nervous little dog could be heard
from some other room. The two policemen managed to push aside some of the
mess in order to sit down on the edge of the sofa and she remained
standing, facing them. She had the floor and they were prepared to let her
talk.

"They moved in two months ago, maybe a bit more," she began, and Officer
Ellis got the impression she was planning to give them a blow by blow
account of all that had happened from that day to this.

"Just tell us what happened yesterday and today, ma'am. That's all we need
to know at this time," he said. "Did you see Mr. Evans yesterday?"

"Well of course I did!" she retorted. "I saw when he came home from
work. Same time as always, a minute or two before six. If you ask me, he
always has a drink or two on his way home. And don't ask me how I know. I
just do, that's all. That kid o' theirs, the boy, got home at the same
time. Someone dropped him off with a car. First time that's ever
happened. He always walks home. He's a little runt of a kid, but he's in
high school. Sure don't take after his ol' man that way. More like his
mom. She's small too. Well, the big ox wasn't home more'n ten minutes when
he stormed outa the house and slammed the door behind him. He got in his
car and backed outa the garage and onto the street so fast I thought fer
sure he was gonna run into somethin', then he peeled outa here like a bat
outa hell, tires squealin' and the back end o' his car swayin' back and
forth like the tail of a fish."

Suddenly she stopped her narrative in mid sentence, her mouth flew open and
her eyes got wide. "I just thought o' somethin'... That's about the same
time that little kid got mowed down on the street just four blocks from
here — that kid on the bike. I heard about it on TV last night and I didn't
make the connection then but I'm sure makin' it now. It had to be him who
done it, the way he was drivin' like an absolute madman, and that's the
direction he was headed. Oh my God! That bastard! And he didn't stop, did
he? They said it was a hit-and-run and they were lookin' for the car that
done it. They described the car too, and it was his. I know it. It had to
be..."

"Did you see Mr. Evans come home again last night, Mrs. Fischer?" Officer
Ellis asked.

"No. I'm sure he didn't. There was lots o' comin' and goin' though."

"Yes?"

"Yeah. Trust me. I don't think I missed anything. About twenty minutes
after the bastard left another car pulled up out front. It was the same car
that dropped the boy off earlier. A man and a woman and a girl got out and
went into the house and just a few minutes later the man and girl came out
again. The man was carryin' someone but I couldn't see who `cause he was
covered with a blanket. Mrs. Evans was with `em. They all got in the car
and drove off and were gone a couple hours. Finally they came back and
before long they all left again. That time it was five of `em. The man and
woman and girl plus Mrs. Evans and her girl. They were gone the rest o' the
night and didn't come back till this morning about eight thirty. But then
they left again. Don't ask me where they are. I ain't got a clue."

"That's quite all right, Mrs. Fischer. You've been most helpful and we're
indebted to you. We'll check by again later and see if Mrs. Evans has
returned home. Thank you again for your help." Then the two officers stood
up to leave.

"Shall I call you when she gets home then?" Mrs. Fischer asked.

"Yes, that would be helpful. You can call the station and they will get the
message to us. The number is 782-1010. Good bye now, Mrs. Fischer, and
thank you again."

		* * *

Since the Evans home was so close to the hospital they decided to return
there and wait. No sooner had they gone into the house when there was a
knock on the door and Irene went to see who it was. There stood the next
door neighbor, Mrs. Fischer. Irene had only talked to her briefly three or
four times since they had moved in two months earlier.

"Mrs. Evans," she said, "pardon me for buttin' in, but the police were here
a half hour ago lookin' for you."

"Oh my God!" Irene cried, and started to tremble. "Did they say what they
wanted?"

"Well, no... They came to my door when you weren't home and asked if Eugene
Evans lived next door. I said yes, of course, and they asked if I knew
where you were. I told `em I'd seen you leave just a short time before, but
that of course I had no idea where you went or when you'd be back."

"Well, thank you, Mrs. Fischer..." Irene started to say, but Mrs. Fischer
interrupted her.

"They'll be back. As soon as I saw you come home I called `em and told `em
you're here." and then she turned on her heels and left.

Irene closed the door wordlessly and walked into the living room where Mack
and Sharon and Jenna were still standing. "The police..." she said, and
then sank down into an easy chair and buried her face in her hands.

Sharon sat down on the arm of the chair beside her and laid a hand on her
shoulder. "That wasn't the police at the door, was it?" she asked.

"No. That was my neighbor, Mrs. Fischer," Irene replied, looking up at
her. "She said the police were here just a short while ago. And they'll be
back. They were asking about Gene."

"Well, I guess all we can do is wait till they come again," Mack said. "Let
me make some coffee or tea or something while you ladies sit here and
talk. You don't mind if I rummage around in your kitchen, do you, Irene?"

"Of course I don't mind, Mack, but let me do it," Irene replied.

"Nothing doing, ma'am! You sit there and relax for a bit." Mack insisted,
and he disappeared into the kitchen. But then he was back again
immediately. "I forgot to find out, which shall it be? Tea or coffee?"

"Either one," both ladies said at once. "You decide."

"Well then, coffee it'll be," Mack said, and he left again.

No sooner had he brought a tray back into the living room with three
steaming cups of coffee and a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for
Jenna when there was a knock on the front door. Irene stiffened and turned
pale as soon as she heard it and Sharon took her by the arm and said,
"We'll go face them together."

"Thank God you're here!" Irene said as she arose from the chair and the two
ladies walked into the entryway. Irene opened the door and stepped back,
asking the two policemen who were standing on the step to come inside.

"I'm Irene Evans, Eugene Evans' wife," Irene said to them. "I understand
you were already here earlier this morning."

"Yes we were, Mrs. Evans," the older of the two officers said. "My name is
Ellis and this is Officer Douglas." Both men shook hands with Irene and she
asked them to come into the living room and sit down. Mack had already
gotten two more cups of coffee from the kitchen and Irene placed cups on
the coffee table in front of each of the policemen.

"We were just getting ready to have coffee when you came," she
said. "Please join us."

"Thank you, ma'am," they said in unison.

"I didn't introduce you to my friends," Irene said. "This is Mack and
Sharon McMillan, and this is my daughter Jenna."

"This coffee really hits the spot, Mrs. Evans!" Officer Ellis said, "But
we're not here on a social call, obviously. We believe your husband is in
the hospital, but we need you to identify him."

"Oh God!" Irene exclaimed. "Is he alive?"

"Well, yes. At least the last we heard. But he is unconscious. It seems he
was the victim of a mugging last night on the other side of the city. He
was found in his car, unconscious and bleeding from a blow to the back of
the head. His wallet is missing so we have no positive identification, but
the name Eugene William Evans was listed on the registration papers for the
car and we were finally able to trace that name to this address."

"Oh my God," Irene said again, and buried her face in her hands. Jenna was
crying soundlessly beside her and Sharon and Mack were looking stunned.
What more would go wrong before this nightmare was finally over?